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There was no way she was going to ask how he found their way back to the cabin with no landmarks, no compass and no map to follow. No way she was going to give him the satisfaction. It was silly of her, even childish, and she knew it. But, as she so often reminded her husband, it’s a woman’s prerogative to be silly and childish at any time. And this was going to be one of those times. Still, he’d unerringly led them back here. No hesitation. No drifting. No mistakes. That made it more than upsetting. It made it infuriating. Well, she still had a few tricks she could play that would give him a taste of his own medicine. Even if he did end up liking it in the end.



Back inside the cabin she suggested that he put together that contraption they’d discovered, while she’d find some way to amuse herself, but still be nearby if he needed a hand. She waited until he returned, dragging the straps and poles behind him, before she began to put her own plan into action.



Step one immediately got his attention, as she stripped off her top and carelessly threw it on the bed. When he stopped to admire her bare breasts, she made a shooing gesture to indicate that he should turn his attention back to the task at hand. She had to suppress a smile, knowing that she’d already flustered him. She lay back onto the bed’s massive pile of pillows, watching him as he studied the contraption’s confusing jumble of parts. Every time he paused to look at her, she pointedly nodded her head at the parts strewn across the floor, as if she was royalty and he was a mere servant. When he was finally spending more time on his project than looking at her, she put the next step into effect.



Lazily, languidly, sexily, she pushed down her shorts, then lifted her legs and scooched them down her body, pausing once they were dangling from her toes, and then flipped them into the air and right into his work space. She left her legs extended and watched with amusement as his gaze swept up from her manicured toes, up between her legs, where her sheer bikini panties just barely covered her swelling mound and moistening slit. It felt like she was undressing for him for the first time again, and despite the fact that she was teasing him cruelly, she was also very pleased that she’d so thoroughly captured his attention. She let his gaze linger in a way that she hoped made him ache, then demurely closed her legs and once again shooed his attention back to his construction project. It was fun to make him crazy, but it was also turning her on.



She waited again until he was deeply engrossed, then put step three into motion. Taking the mysterious key from the night stand, she clambered over the bed and retrieved the box from inside the trunk, her firm breasts dangling provocatively just a few feet from his face. But he barely glanced up. Was her game growing tired and old? Feeling just a bit exasperated, she worked the key into the lock and popped open the box. Her eyes grew wide. Though she’d expected something secret, she hadn’t expected this.



The box was full of sex toys. Vibrators and dildos, to be specific. In all sizes and colors. And in all degrees of realism, from eggs to tubes to extremely realistic cocks, fully helmeted and strongly veined. She thought back to the note about everything being cleaned and sanitized, and even though she felt a little squeamish, her curiosity won out and she began removing her new discoveries from the box, twisting and turning them to see what delights each was designed to impart. A quick glance showed that he was still absorbed in his project. Now she could make step three even more distracting.



Rummaging around in the box, she selected a realistic dildo, complete with synthetic balls, about six inches long and plenty thick. Working behind the lid of the box, she coated it with some lubricant that had conveniently been left in the box. Then, slowly, so as not to attract his attention, she sat back amongst the pillows, placed a big pillow in her lap, and squirmed out of her panties. With that removal accomplished, she pushed the pillow aside and spread her legs, her feet flat on the bed and her pussy pointed right at him. He didn’t even look up.



Smiling wickedly, she began rubbing the cock head up and down along her slit, the lubricant leaving a wet trail all along her engorged pussy lips. She probed a little deeper, letting the head part her lips, but not venturing into her deep wet hole. Patience, she counseled herself. That would come soon enough. She’d been silent to this point, but she was still amazed that he hadn’t looked her way. Time to deal with that. Carefully, as smoothly as a cat, she set aside her new toy and pulled one of the big, deep pillows under her ass, so her pussy would be propped up and clearly on display. Then, she grabbed the dildo again, reveling in the erotic feel of its massive weight against her cunt, her hole stretching, stretching to accommodate its satisfying girth. With it finally positioned halfway inside her, she thumbed the switch and turned it on, the vibration buzzing through her body, from her tits to her toes.



That sound, finally, got his attention, and she grinned in triumph as his head snapped up and his mouth dropped open. Knowing she’d already won this round, she just as quickly ignored him, shutting her eyes and directing all of her attention to the fuck stick now pulsating so pleasantly inside her hole. Knowing that he was looking, staring, mesmerized, she prodded and pulled the vibrator in and out of her, the buzzing growing muffled as she pressed it home, then growing louder as she freed it from the wet walls of her inner prison. She couldn’t stand not seeing his reaction though, and decided on a compromise, watching him through slitted eyelids, appearing disdainful of him while enjoying her command of his attention.



Soon, though, she surrendered to the pure ecstasy of it, the vibration that set her clit to tingling while the fullness made her hunger for more. Her husband liked to watch her do this to herself, fuck herself with a vibrator while she fantasized about the exotic and erotic, both locales and men. She’d lie, of course, when he pressed her for details about her fantasies. She’d tell him that he was the one pressing home his advantage, causing her to arch her back and cry out for more. His ego was fragile enough without her planting another doubt in his mind, no matter that he begged to know the reality of her thoughts.



Now, though, she needed no fantasy to fuel her passion. She needed to prepare no lies about what had set her off. She could focus with laser-like precision on the point where cock met pussy met clit. Where hardness met softness met wetness. Where friction met ridges met heat. She could twist and tug and pull to find the perfect place, reach the perfect place, then follow it like an itch that, once scratched, only cropped up somewhere else, demanding to be scratched again. She bucked against the intruder, screwed it into her fuck hole, not even noticing when the box of women’s wonders toppled over, spilling a score of sex toys all over the bed. She would cum soon, and she had no attention for anything but that.



He hadn’t recovered from his shock quite as quickly as he would’ve liked. Maybe it was the sight of her thin, pale legs, wantonly spread like some slut in a movie. Maybe it was the way she was so seductively screwing herself with a life-size realistic dildo. Maybe it was the hot liquids glistening along her slit, making him wonder whether that was lube, or pussy juice, or both. Or maybe it was the fact that she’d propped herself up, her cunt clearly on display for him, her nipples hard atop her breasts, her face twisted by pleasure, her hair twisted by exertion, her legs twisted by the effort of shoving that big, thick, veined monster deeper inside of her than any man had probably ever probed, and him wanting nothing more than to rip it from her and replace it with his own pulsing cock, slamming it in to the hilt and crushing her against the bed, pressing himself to reach that undiscovered paradise deep inside her. Or maybe it was realizing that the whole thing was a plan to distract him from his work and get revenge for knowing the way back to the cabin. And though the urge to savagely fuck her remained, he somehow, with gargantuan effort, managed to refrain.



Two can play at this game, he thought, his erection painfully pressing against his shorts as he climbed to his feet. Randomly selecting one of the forgotten porn DVDs from the counter, he strode to the player, turned it on and loaded the disc. The flat screen came immediately to life and he used the remote to fast forward a few chapters, knowing that these were usually the beginning of a sex scene, and not some inanely acted scene setter. He was rewarded with the sight of two men, one black and one white, preparing to fuck a medium-breasted blond girl, her eyes sparkling blue but set too far apart, her body tight but well-curved, her ass full and promising.



She knelt between them, naked and available, the way a good slut should be, and alternately sucked their cocks, preparing them to enter her body from every angle and in every hole. He knew what would happen. These things always followed a script, even if the director tried to mix up the order. She’d suck them hard, though it would be more due to the Viagra than anything. Then one would fuck her pussy while the other fucked her face. They might trade places. One might lick her pussy. Not to pleasure her, of course, but to satisfy the obsession that had taken hold of him. She would get fucked hard from behind, so the man in her mouth would benefit from the impact transmitted along her lovely body. Soon, one would probe and then enter her ass, causing her to gasp until her anus opened enough to accommodate him. There’d be another switching of places. Then, in a flash, she’d be atop one of them, his cock deep in her ass, and she’d lean back and open her cunt hole for the other to enter, giving her the double penetration that every woman presumably dreamed about. Sure, she might flip over at some point, so the man on top could actively fuck her up the ass. Finally, though, having taken all the pleasure they could from her, having exhausted all the positions available, they’d pull out for the money shot. Both on her face and in her waiting, open mouth. Or one over her ass and one on her face. Or if she was big breasted, all over her tits. Or, if it was a kinky film, just inside her pussy, so the camera could linger lovingly over the leaking cream that marked that woman as someone’s property.



He didn’t really care which scenario they followed. He wasn’t going to watch. He didn’t even know whose DVD he’d selected. But if she was going to use a buzzing vibrator to tease and taunt him, now he had a weapon in the game. Full color, stereo enhanced, up close and personal electric sex.



On the screen, one of the men, sporting an improbably huge cock, was just beginning to penetrate the girl’s tight, neatly shaven pussy. The other man, also waving an embarrassingly well-endowed cock, was forcing her to lick his balls, since clearly she’d be unable to suck more than the first two inches of his girth into her mouth. He looked back to the bed. Ah-ha! She was just as intrigued as he had been, though she quickly transferred her attention back to the boner still jammed deep inside her pussy. He bent back to his task, then stopped, suddenly aware of the surreality of it all. It was a scene that even a porn writer might decline to use, so improbable was it. He, alone in a cabin with a woman he’d lusted after, building a kinky sex toy, while she, the demure, shy but teasing object of his desire who had somehow shed her naiveté and become a wanton sex maniac, naked and writhing on a bed just steps from him, completely uninhibited and unlike herself at any time he’d ever known her. And he, not the least bit puzzled by the suddenness of her performance, or the least bit amazed by the depravity she was exhibiting. Not even wondering what had gotten into her, asking if she’d taken some mind-bending drug, or investigating the means by which she’d shed all her inhibitions. Instead, he had responded by showing a pornographic film, of a kind she’d often expressed disdain for, and then returned to a seemingly innocuous task, while the two of them were bathed in layer upon layer of hormone-enhanced sexual depravity. And despite the surreality of it all, he didn’t feel compelled to question it any further. After all, she didn’t appear to be worried about it.



She opened her eyes in response to his lips pressing down upon hers, and his hand removing the vibrating dildo from between her legs. She’d won! She’d distracted him from his project and forced him to attend to hers. No matter that she’d never gotten off all the way, even though the small orgasms along the way had been pleasurable enough. He could help with that. He would do what she ordered now and put a capstone on her self-pleasuring project. She’d won.



Only, she saw then, that she hadn’t won. Hanging from one of the rafters was a hammock swing, just like she’d guessed. No, not precisely, because though it had the look of a swing, there was no real bottom or back to it. In fact, it looked as if someone had taken a hammock swing and cut away most of the strands, leaving just the supporting straps.



“Have you ever tried a sex swing?” he asked, leading her to it by the hand. She shook her head, secretly pleased that he’d named it without making her ask. She’d heard of sex swings before, of course, but had never really seen one in action, not even in any of the porn movies her husband had made her watch. It probably wasn’t a real common piece of equipment.



She looked it over, wondering what all the different straps were for, and guessing that she was about to find out. Why this made her feel squeamish after she’d just masturbated for him on the bed was something she didn’t understand. But, she was a woman, and sometimes she didn’t even understand herself.



The swing was attached at the top to a huge hook ingeniously hidden in the overhead beam, anchoring it at the top. Then came a few links of heavy-duty chain, and then a thick, long spring. Attached to that were a number of nylon straps, some thin, some thick, with most covered by adjustable foam pads. She didn’t know how to get in, and wasn’t sure she wanted to.



Apparently her concern showed on her face. “How many chances in life are you going to get to try this kind of thing out?” he asked, his gaze serious and thoughtful. “This is the weekend for that. No guilt. No recriminations. No expectations for the future,” he reminded her. “Just you. Me. And whatever trouble we can get into.”



He was right. They’d done much with each other for the first time, but nothing that she’d never, ever done before. This would be new. And it would be something just for her. Something she didn’t need to share with her husband. Something he wouldn’t always be bugging her to repeat.



She allowed him to position her body within the straps, sliding back into the net of nylon until it was supporting her weight. It was a lot like sitting on a swing, if the wooden board at the bottom had been removed, and you were just sitting on the rope itself. Four main straps met at the apex, and other nylon strips with Velcro stitched to them dangled along their length. Once she was as comfortably seated as possible, he tied her wrists high over head, using the Velcro strips to keep them in place. OK, that felt different. Then he slipped each ankle through another loop. That’s when the genius of the sex swing became apparent. She was in a seated position, her legs spread wide, with no impediment to come between his cock and her pussy. And with her hands tied above her head, she was virtually helpless. If only it hadn’t taken so long to get in place. That had been a real mood breaker. Still, she’d wanted to know what it was. Had insisted on it, in fact. And now she did.



Ohhh. Now she really did, as he let his shorts drop to the floor, revealing his thick, stiff cock, a drop of pre cum on the tip glistening in the daylight. And her, unable to resist its passage into her valley, and not really wanting to. This, this was a new, erotic sensation, and she became instantly convinced that humans were designed to make love in precisely this position. His cock, as he entered her, pulled and tugged at the skin around her clit, stimulating it in a subtle and luxurious way. That pleasure was only punctuated when his body met hers, the muscles of his groin slapping against her lips and clit, a sharp, electric shock after a tantalizing preview. The swing allowed him to maneuver in from different directions, and she was thrilled to see that whenever she moaned louder, he would immediately duplicate that direction. He wasn’t dominating her as he could have. He was actually ensuring that she experienced the very greatest pleasure.



It wasn’t, however, a very comfortable position for her. He simply had to stand there. For her, though, it was a matter of balancing the pain of the straps with the pleasure of his penetration. And soon the straps were winning. When she complained about the pain, he quickly moved to reposition her. But instead of releasing her legs, he pulled them into higher loops. Now she was nearly jackknifed in two, much as if he had bent her legs back against her chest when they were going at it last night. They tried it that way for a while. It was clearly tighter for him, and she got to feel him deeper inside than ever. But still the straps interfered with her really being able to enjoy it all. It was fun, but not really passionate.



He seemed to feel the same way, and they spent quite some time experimenting with the many ways that she, and he, could be positioned and fucked in the sex swing. Some made her want to try the same position in bed. Others just made both of them giggle and laugh at the absurdity of it. Some were silly to do but felt intense, like the time she sat cross-legged in the swing and he lay on the floor below her. Pulling down on the straps, he lowered her cunt down onto his up thrust cock, then used the spring action to create a powerful fucking movement. the tightness and fullness had felt incredible, though they couldn’t keep from laughing whenever they thought about how bizarre it must look. Finally she’d had enough experimenting, and she sent him to open some more wine while she made herself comfortable on the bed, selecting one of the toys before pushing the rest aside.



That was bizarre, he thought, as he pulled out another bottle of wine and proceeded to uncork it. He hadn’t doubted his ability to put the sex swing together, even though he’d only seen one in a sex shop, and had never actually used one. There were, after all, only a few logical ways that it could go together. More amazing was her enthusiasm to actually trying it. Maybe he had a constricted perception of her actual sexual experience, but he’d have been willing to bet that something so unusual would’ve been way outside her comfort zone. Was it him? Was it the freedom and privacy of this place? Or was it the silent agreement that they both seemed to make that whatever happened here would stay here, like Vegas without the glitz. She was surprising him more and more.



Despite thinking that very thought, he still almost dropped the tray of wine and snacks when he turned to head back to the bed. She was still naked, but kneeling on her hands and knees on the bed, her ass pointed at him, and her face peering at him with something that could only be described as a “come hither” look. Who was this woman, and what had she done with the other one?



In spite of her immensely effective attempt to seduce him, he still had enough will power left to take a moment to study her. Though her eyes could hold his attention for months on end, and he had always been a fan of her breasts in a totally sexual way, her butt had always been intriguing to him. It was small and tight and boyish, there was no arguing with that. Yet just now, it was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen. Especially the way the small globes of her ass left her pussy lips in full view, engorged and swollen, with her slit completely visible and awaiting his touch. From her thin, tight thighs to her svelte legs and tiny feet, he felt like every inch of her was welcoming him to come and take her.

So he did. Moving up behind her, he felt something release in himself. Something more than his cock springing back to life at the sight of her soft pussy lips perfectly framed by the taut flesh of her cheeks. He felt a need, deep inside himself, burst through the boundaries of good behavior that had always separated him, and protected him, from the women in his life. He felt a need, staring down at her ass, her curved waist and hips beckoning to him in the daylight, a need to totally dominate this woman. To subjugate her, using his cock like an avenging sword, to penetrate her and denigrate her, to take her as his own and leave no doubt as to the consequences of choosing any other way, or the pleasures available should she embrace his domain.



Just that thought alone hardened him even more, and his cock head took on a purple shade, thick and menacing. He stood behind her and let the tension build in himself, a hurricane about to blast its thunderous wrath upon a weak human population. Oddly, his brain produced an image of himself as King Kong hanging upon the Empire State Building, roaring his dominance and smashing aside all the puny humans who might come to challenge him. He recognized the feeling, wanted to roar his own challenge, but instead focused his masculine violence on the point where the velvet helmet of his cock met the velvet entrance to her pussy. He could feel his rod literally pulsing with power.



Then, swiftly, surely, violently, he was inside her. Piercing her, penetrating her, a hammer crashing through her gates and desecrating her inner hall. He slammed his hips against her butt, pushing her forward, almost knocking her off her hands and knees. She looked back in shock, a look that rapidly turned to lust, before repositioning her body for his next assault upon her. He fucked her hard, loosing the lust and passion and frustration from all the years, not just from her but from all the women he’d had or wanted or known. He was overcome by lust, the violent kind that romance writers didn’t write about and good girls didn’t like. But he was no longer sure she was the good girl she’d purported to be.



She braced herself against the battering, like a seawall assaulted by wave after wave of frothing water. She’d been shocked at the sudden change in his demeanor, the wicked glint in his eyes as he’d approached her. All she’d wanted to do was seduce him some more, offer herself up to finish what they’d started in the sex swing. But once he’d entered her, had split her open with a harshness she’d never seen from him, she knew that this time it would be different. Even so, his first thrust had caught her completely off guard, and only by chance did she keep from collapsing onto the bed. But if he wanted to take her so violently, she could understand the need. For too long she’d been playing a part in bed, acting like her husband was in charge but never really believing it. Their lovemaking had been just that: making love. Even the spontaneous was planned, and therefore diminished for it.



With his hands wrapped around her waist, he pulled her back even as he fucked her forward. And fucking her was the only way to describe it. There were no tender touches. No sweet nothings. No pretty whispers. Just flat out, cock deep in the hole, take no prisoners fucking. She let him do it, of course. Let him think that he was taking her. But why, a small part of her wondered, was she even holding back that little bit? Why not drop all her own barriers and not just buy into it? Be the part and not act the part?



She wasn’t one of those women who got off on being tied up, or spanked, or pushed around. Though she was beginning to enjoy the spanking a bit more. She wasn’t into the submissive thing that so many men seemed to enjoy. But, and here her mind snapped into recognition even as his cock continued to assault her cunt, that didn’t mean she couldn’t give into the occasional take no prisoners fucking every so often. Especially since they didn’t come around much more than every so often. Right?



If she hadn’t already made a conscious decision, her body would’ve already betrayed her. Deep inside her cunt canal, his cock had ignited a spark of intense pleasure, which was spreading with alarming rapidity to her most sensitive spots. His cock wasn’t as big as her husband’s, but had a girth that had an appreciable effect within the folds of her pussy or inside the confines of her mouth. She felt the heat in her nipples, an intense blaze that seemed to flow directly from the steaming, molten core of her cunt. She felt it at the tips of her toes, burning and urging her to surge backwards against his juice-soaked invader. She felt it along the back of her neck, causing her hair to stand on end and making her buck her head like a horse in full gallop.



An apt metaphor as he rode her hard, slamming against her even as his rod split her on a spit, as if getting ready to cook her and devour her. She heard herself moaning, obscene words spilling from her lips, unformed and unchecked. She swung her body back to meet his cock in mid-thrust, the impact reverberating through both of them. Then, once he’d stilled, she fucked him with her cunt, sliding back and forth along the length of it, grinding herself against him, pulling him down to lay atop her, placing his hands around her pulsing tits, her nipples white hot and hard as diamonds.



All her introspection and rationalizations flooded away, swept aside by the rush of pleasures pulsing through her nerves. Her entire body tingled, every inch of her skin sensitive to the heat of his skin or the very air around them. Her muscles clenched as if she was in the midst of a marathon run, the fatigue palpable and enjoyable. Her breasts felt heavy in his hands, heavier even than when she’d been breastfeeding, and she felt a desperate need to present them to him, to give them to him to suck or tongue or bite or pinch or bind or… whatever he wanted. Her head pounded, her breathing harsh and desperate, her mind unable to process the swarm of input, and reacting by producing an oral litany, a chant almost, of what she was feeling and what more she wanted from him, mixed with moans and cries that sounded more animal than human. “Fuck me. Yes. Fuck me. More. Fuck me. Ohhh. Fuck me. Oh god. Oh fuck me. Yes. Fuck me. I’m yours. Fuck me,” she repeated over and over, her voice low and throaty and rasping.



But even with all that her attention was almost totally enraptured by the spot in her cunt canal where his cock rasped, over and over, along the area that some creative book publishers had dubbed the g-spot. At this point, she didn’t care what they called it. Only that pleasure was rippling away from it like waves in a pool, sweeping about and bouncing throughout her core, then setting aflame every nerve in her body. It was like an orgasm but one that lasted for minutes and centuries, continuously shocking her without the explosive finality of a regular one. She didn’t know if he knew what he was doing to her, didn’t know if he was doing it on purpose. But his violent purchase inside her had sparked an incendiary reaction. And she was helpless before it.



Her muscles, once tense with anticipation, were now soft and mushy, and she feared she might collapse in a heap on the bed. Still, she wanted him inside her like this, wanted him taking her with the power of a piece of machinery, a piston plumbing her depths. So she dropped to her forearms, changing the angle, losing some of the intensity but gaining better purchase. He spanked her ass as he fucked her, the slaps ringing through the room, the pain only adding to the intensity of the pleasure emanating from between her legs



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Suddenly she felt his finger, or thumb, press against the bud of her anus. She knew she’d told him she didn’t like anal, had tried it but didn’t like it. It made her, in fact, feel like she had to poop. Not at all a pleasant experience. But maybe his brain was as addled as hers. Maybe he wasn’t thinking in terms of do’s and don’ts. Maybe he was only doing what his carnal desires had instructed him to do. Despite her misgivings, she squirmed her ass against his finger. He was only playing, wasn’t he? He didn’t mean to spear her ass with his stiff rod, to split her open like no one other than her husband had ever done?



He continued to play with her ass, slapping the cheeks, pinching her flesh, fingering her anus. And despite her trepidation, she lifted her butt higher into the air, as if offering him everything he wanted, with no limits and no boundaries. Suddenly, he bent over her, his cock still buried deep in her cunt, and growled in her ear that he wanted all of her, and wouldn’t stop until he got it. The movement pressed his cock back up against her g-spot, and another wave of intense pleasure swept through her, making her fingers tingle and her lungs convulse. Without thinking, she reached around until she found a bottle of lube on the bed and handed it up to him.



He didn’t stop pumping her, even as he opened and emptied a stream of oily lube into her crack and onto her ass hole. Then, suddenly, her well-fucked pussy was distressingly empty, and she could feel his cock head gently probing the outside of her ass. Despite the animal-like urgency with which he had fucked her cunt, he took his time entering her anus, sliding the head in and out slowly, as she tried to will herself to relax. He was all the way in before she really realized it, the lube and constant stimulation having loosened her ring of muscles already.



It felt the same way she remembered it, but not the same way. It felt like she was stuffed up, but not as uncomfortably. She felt like she had to go, but it was also something that could wait. And maybe it was his size, but she didn’t feel nearly as bloated. Beside, when she looked back and saw the look on his face, a little discomfort was worth it. And it did make her feel like a dirty girl. A very dirty, very kinky girl.



Despite how tight she felt, despite how intensely her anus was squeezing the length of his shaft, he knew that he would be taking it easy on her. That despite how willingly she had offered her ass up to him, he would feel guilty later if he hurt her in any way. He knew her distaste for what he was doing to her, and though she had acquiesced, he also knew that the pleasure wasn’t mutual. Call that some flaw in his manhood, but he wouldn’t take what wasn’t completely freely offered.



Besides, while on one plane he was simply exploring her body, on another he was asserting his control. That part of his manhood, at least, was fully functional. Having his cock in her ass was as dominating an act as he could imagine, especially since he knew that it wasn’t something she did all the time. By penetrating her there, he’d now had her in all the ways a man can have a woman. All the ways her husband might have had her, if he’d been as insistent as a man can be. And now he’d accomplished the very same conquest, without pleading, begging or bullying.



He eased himself from her, pausing to wipe the oily film from himself. The other thing was, in his experience, the woman got far more pleasure from anal sex than the man. He knew, if he kept at it, that all too soon she’d be too relaxed, and getting any kind of friction would take a lot more effort. Better to remember the explicit image of his cock buried in her ass, and then just move on.



She was wiggling her ass at him, as if wondering why he’d pulled out, and when he’d return. Truth was, as much fun as it had been to dominate her from behind, he was getting tired of it. And he wanted to see her face, and her eyes, and kiss her long and deep, not just because he could, but because he wanted to.



A simple nudge and she rolled onto her back, her legs spread open for him, her entire body exposed and ready for him, ready to respond to whatever was his pleasure. He scooted her into the middle of the bed and followed her, kneeling between her legs. Bending slowly, feeling her eyes upon him, he pressed his lips to her inner thighs, smiling as she giggled at the ticklish touch. Pushing harder against her soft flesh, he added his warm tongue to the recipe, which changed her giggles to whimpers of contentment. He made his way up her body, kissing and licking her delicate skin, eliciting a mixture of laughter and moans along the way. He took his time with her breasts, using the flat of his tongue to rasp across her nipples, then the soft press of his lips to soothe the affected areas.



When he finally reached her mouth, the whole of his body was stretched over her. His cock would occasionally brush against her legs, causing both of them to gasp at the feel of it. He kissed her, deeply, his tongue invading her mouth with much the same ardor as it had earlier explored her pussy. Swirling within, searching for the walls, fencing with her tongue, lips pressed so tightly together their teeth scraped. The harsh sound of her breathing was loud in his ears. His own panting was like that of a trapped animal, frantic and aggressive.



A small, simple move later and his cock was back inside her, ensconced in a soft, wet sleeve that was so comfortable, it could only be made for that one purpose. He let his weight down on her gently, his hips moving in an uneven rhythm, responding to signals only his brain understood. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, holding him in place and effectively communicating her approval of this latest position. He knew that his groin was rubbing against her pubic mound, probably giving her quite a bit of pleasure, but that was only a byproduct of his efforts. No, he simply liked to watch her face as he sped up or slowed, as he pressed into her from one side or the other, as he varied his strokes for the express reason of drawing a new reaction from her. Usually she kept her eyes closed, but her smiles and murmurs told him so much. And every so often he would hit upon an especially effective combination that would cause her eyes to fly open in delight, and cause her legs to press him closer, as if he could get any deeper inside her.



They continued that way for a long time, or a short one; there was no way to measure it. He hadn’t consciously been holding himself back from cumming, not thinking about baseball or any of those old tricks. But soon he was feeling the need again. And in feeling it, knew that he wouldn’t deny himself or draw the string of anticipation out any further; even the most compelling series of books needs a climax. She knew it too, releasing him from the cocoon of her legs and pushing her hips hard against him, meeting each of his thrusts with one of her own. Her cunt was fully open to him now and all subtlety and tenderness were thrown to the side as both their feral instincts took over. He slammed against her with ferocity, their bodies colliding with a sharp retort on every stroke, the slap as loud as when he’d spanked her the previous evening, the intent just as obvious.



She’d lifted her legs, clearing the way for his fevered attack. She too, had abandoned herself to the moment, biting her lip and clutching at the sheets as she took more and more punishment from the battering ram pounding at her pussy. He didn’t bother to hold back, didn’t bother to pull out as his balls triggered his cock to let loose with the first pulse of cum, his hot semen pulled from deep within and ejaculated deep inside her cunt. The sensation was not unlike the first moment of peeing after a long night of drinking, only far, far better. He could feel his cum coursing through the length of his cock, could feel his cock pumping it up and out. It was like a dam suddenly released, the hot liquid shooting through a constricted tube, then spurting out to soak and extinguish whatever fires roared before it. He came deep inside her, and continued to pump into her even after he’d stopped cumming, obeying his body’s urges above all else. When he finally opened his eyes and looked down at her, her eyes were still closed, but the blissful smile on her face told him all that he needed to know.



Sometime afterwards he had pulled the comforter over them. And pulled the pillows under her head. And pulled himself from between her legs. And wrapped her in an embrace so comforting that she felt like she might never leave it. So comforting that she tried to engrave the moment into her memory, so she might be able to return to it at any time and relive this languorous, satisfied moment.



That it should come here, now, was…what? A shame? Serendipity? An accident? A blessing? She didn’t know what. And that uncertainty almost ruined the moment. One part of her brain told the other to stop analyzing, but the rest of her knew that was about as likely as stopping the sun from rising. It was an obsession with her, and even in those most satisfying of moments she had to answer the “why” and “what now” of what had just transpired.



And what had just transpired? Well, she’d gotten the shit fucked out of her, literally. That thought made her smile, and in some instinctive response he pulled her bare body closer against his chest. And she’d fucked the hell out of him, too. No way! No way she’d ever do all that stuff with her husband, or any of her boyfriends for that matter. Friggin herself in broad daylight? Fucking on a sex swing? Practically begging to be fucked up the ass? Who are you and what have you done with my previous owner, her mind asked her body. It was as if she was not herself, not even a person she had ever wished to be, but some amalgam of characters from the light and dark sides of life. Ladylike, but with the sexual appetites of a man. Demure, but with the promiscuity of a whore. Naïve, but with the imagination of a pornographer.



Wicked. That’s how she felt. And the feeling was incredible. She knew that she’d spent most of her life wrapped in a blanket of ‘correct behavior,’ playing the part that others had written for her. It started with her father, as it always did for most women. But had extended into her relationships with all men, boyfriends and husbands alike. She let them write the script, and she would revise it only a little along the way. And then the blame for any lack of fireworks would be on their heads. But now she was coming to believe that she’d been stuck in a prison of her own making.



She snuggled closer to him, pressing her butt against his groin. They were spooning, and his hand had dropped to the bed cushion. She gently repositioned it atop her breast and felt him respond with a kiss on her shoulder. He was awake. Or drowsing? What was he thinking?



What, for that matter, was she thinking? Admittedly, if she’d been thinking straight, she wouldn’t even be here. He’d be secure in bed at his home, maybe just having made love to his wife. Was he that passionate with her? That adventurous? But there was no way for her to answer those questions. And what of herself? Would she have been fucked by her husband on this weekend? Surely. But would she have responded so freely, so wickedly? That wasn’t as clear. She did what he asked, watched what he wanted, wore what he gave her, responded as he expected. But rarely gave all of herself or opened her desires to him. When she had, it was always after a night of drinking, as if the alcohol gave a few moments freedom to that part of herself. And, as if the alcohol would excuse herself from needing to repeat her performance, in case he did remember her enthusiasm. “But you did it last time,” he’d plead. “I was drunk,” would be her defense.



So what was different here? The circumstances, surely. He was married, she was married. And most importantly, not to each other. There would be no repeat performances. This was, for lack of a better term, a one-weekend stand. She didn’t see him risking his marriage and life to do this again. My God, it had taken them years to get to this point! And, honestly, she wasn’t going to do that either. She’d made her bed, so to speak, and she was going to sleep in it, even if she did have to share it. So, then, what? Maybe it was that very lack of a future that made the weekend so different. She could be whatever she wanted to be, without any need to repeat it. He said he wouldn’t judge her. And perhaps that promise extended to everything they did with each other, too.

My face dripping wet, I gently rolled Michelle off me.



“Oh, God Joe,” she sighed as she lay on her back enjoying the afterglow. Kara, somewhat recovered now, curled up next to me as the three of us laid there motionless, simply enjoying our mutual bliss.



I’m not sure at what point or for how long we fell asleep for, but I awoke to the low humming sound of a vibrator. I looked at Kara still lying next to me, but she was sound asleep. I rolled onto my side and saw Michelle sitting up with her back against the headboard. She held a half-empty glass of wine in one hand and was gently rubbing the shaft of the vibrator up and down her upper thigh.



“Well, I guess somebody is getting back into the mood,” I said smiling.



Michelle laughed a sexy laugh and smiled back at me.



“That girl has a drive that’s insatiable,” I heard Kara say as she propped herself up on her elbows.



“And she finished off that bottle of wine. I’ll open another one. Maybe that will get me back in the mood as well,” she said as she left the room to retrieve another bottle.



On her way out she paused next to Michelle and whispered, “I’ll grab that present you bought me as well.”



Michelle giggled and handed her glass to me. I swallowed the last of the wine and placed the glass on the night table. Michelle lay down and curled herself next to me in a spooning position. I wrapped an arm around her and she pushed her ass up against my cock. A low growl escaped my mouth and Michelle pushed back harder against me.



Kara had reentered the room, glass full of wine in one hand and a twin shaped dildo in the other. She took a gulp of chardonnay and lay next to Michelle on the bed. Michelle’s hand traced a circle around Kara’s tan stomach and then ran it down to her pussy. Kara moaned and took another sip from her glass. Michelle pushed back harder against my cock and I reached my fingers toward her moist slit.



“Oh, Joe,” she moaned as my cock rested in the crack of her tight little ass.



Kara had now inserted one end of her dildo into her pussy. Michelle reached her arm behind me and onto the small of my back. Rising up from the bed, but making sure I stayed behind her, she slid between Kara’s legs and allowed the other end of the dildo to slip into her now dripping wet slit. A slight moan escaped both of their lips and Michelle placed her hand on my hip gently guiding me into position behind her.



My chest rested on Michelle’s back as my cock pushed up against her tan ass. I reached for a tube of K-Y laying on the nightstand and drained it over the crack of her ass. With one hand I smeared it over my shaft and gently began pushing my cock into her ass. Michelle moved her hips forward.



“Oh God yes!” Kara moaned as Michelle pushed up against her, their shared dildo penetrating each other’s pussy. Michelle slowly pushed back against me and I allowed the head of my cock to enter her ass.



“Ohhhh,” Michelle moaned. It wasn’t a moan of pure ecstasy, but more of a mix of pleasure and curiosity. She pushed back a little more and my cock slowly disappeared inside her.



“Mmmm,” she sighed and I understood that she was okay.



Her ass was so tight; I slowly pushed myself deeper into her.



“Oh God,” I grunted and Michelle pushed deeper into Kara.



I pumped my cock slowly and gently into Michelle’s waiting ass, each push from me creating a chain reaction of pleasure as the girls’ penetrated each other. Kara raised her hips to take the dildo deeper into her and push the other end further into Michelle.



“Oh yes, fuck me Kara,” Michelle moaned as she moved her hips rapidly up and down the shaft of the plastic cock, each motion sending my cock deeper into her ass.



“Fuck yes!” she screamed as my dick and her dildo penetrated her from both sides.



Kara met our pleasure with pleasure of her own – every one of my pumps sending both women further toward ecstasy.



I grabbed Michelle by the hips and pumped my cock into her one last time, emptying it in her ass. She leaned forward to take all of Kara’s dildo into her, filling the two of them up with it.



“Oh, yes!” Michelle yelled as her ecstasy peaked and trailed off into moans.



“God!” Kara exhaled and pulled Michelle against her chest, holding her there for a moment, her eyes closed, her lips parted.



I rolled onto my side, once again not believing what we had just done. I placed my arm under my wife’s head and held her close as the three of us drifted off into a dazed euphoria.

Later that same night, James and Rachel were still lying in bed naked, holding and touching each other, never letting their arousal fade yet not allowing it to raise either. Hours went by with neither of them giving in to the other yet still teasing the hell out their lover. Hands, mouths and tongues roamed while their lust and love mingled and mixed. There wasn’t a single moment when neither James nor Rachel would give quarter.



They had worked each other up for hours, and the sexual tension continued building until both broke down at the same time. Suddenly, they were all over each other kissing, licking rubbing and grinding their bodies together. The scent of Rachel’s soaking wet pussy was heavy in the air while James’ cock was clearly throbbing with his heartbeat, trapped between them. There was a moment of wrestling for position while Rachel wanted to ride her lover’s fat cock and he wanted to pound her from behind. Eventually a compromise was made, and James was rewarded with the view of his loving girlfriend’s pussy gripping his dick as she straddled it facing away and bounced on it.



James knew he wouldn’t last long in this position; the feeling was far too good for him to hold back. His mind started to wander, trying to think of something to help him to keep from blowing his load too quickly. After a few moments, he felt some extra movement and realized that Rachel had begun rubbing her clit as she slid up and down his wide pole. By the way she was grinding down on him and how fast her hand was moving, he could tell she was close and that if he could hang on just a little longer, she’d go over the edge.



Rachel could feel her orgasm building as she stuffed herself full of her boyfriend’s large member and she wanted to cum quick so she had dropped her hand between her legs to rub her clit and throw herself over the edge. She was nearly there, when she felt James slide a spit-slickened finger into her ass. That was all the encouragement she needed and within seconds, her world exploded into a shower of fireworks. She was screaming her pleasure and not even noticing. As she came down from her reality exploding orgasm, she felt James still pounding his cock into her, starting to moan. She could tell he was about to shoot his cum and she wanted it all. Rachel hadn’t gotten around to telling him that she’d gotten back on birth control, but she suspected he knew because of the ring placed in her vagina.



“Baby, you gotta get up, I’m about to cum!” James moaned. His balls were about to empty themselves and he had no way to stem the flow of his baby batter from spraying all over the walls of Rachel’s pussy. He tried to lift her up enough to get his cock out of her, but she started riding him again, only this time, she was bouncing hard and squeezing his shaft, as though she were trying to milk his spunk using just her cunt. “Rachel, lover, babe… Please, we can’t afford for you to get pregnant. You have to get off me now!” He was at his limit and in less than a second was spurting jizz deep inside her, coating her cervix and pumping so much of his sperm into her, it started leaking out around his pulsating member.



Once she felt the twitching of her man’s cock slow, Rachel got off of him and turned around. She had a huge smile on her face as she took hold of his pecker and sat back down on it, this time, squeezing it into her asshole.” Surprise baby, I got that birth control ring you tried to convince me to get.” She continued smiling as she slowly rode James’ still hard and thick fuck stick with her ass, loving the feeling of his hot cum inside her. She had to stop for a moment when she lifted up a little too far to put his cock back in her ass when some of their mixed cum dripped out of her pussy and landed on her wrist. Rachel quickly positioned James’ tip in her ass and brought her hand to her mouth to lick their mixed cum off.



“Do we taste good, beautiful?” James asked her, trying to keep his focus off of how tight her ass was gripping his dick. He was doing his best to not start pounding into her so he wouldn’t hurt her, knowing they didn’t fuck anally very often. But the smile on her face as she replied made his cock throb hard.



“Baby, I wouldn’t want to taste any other man. Ever.” With that, Rachel slid two fingers into her leaking cunny and pulled out some more of their love juices only to lick her fingers clean again. She kept her eyes locked on James’ the whole time as she meticulously scooped out their mixed cum with her fingers and sucked it off as she slowly rode his thick cock with her backdoor. Rachel let moans escape as she teased herself with her fingers as she slid them deep inside herself to draw out the last of their mixed fluids.



“Oh, shit! You’re so fucking sexy when you do that! Keep fingering yourself while you ride my fat dick with your ass!” James was dragging his fingernails up and down his lover’s thighs, leaving light red trails in their wake. He could feel her flesh prickling up beneath his hands as she took a sharp breath in surprise. His eyes couldn’t stop moving, roving from her face full of pleasure, to her tits bouncing with her efforts, to her fingers fucking her pussy and rubbing her clit and down to his cock disappearing into Rachel’s tight asshole. He knew he wasn’t going to last long at the rate she was bouncing on his dick, and he tried his best to keep from busting his nut deep in her ass too soon.



Rachel felt waves of pleasure radiating from where each of her lover’s nails scratched her and it sent tingles straight to her pussy and clit. Her moans became more frequent as she felt James’ big dick stretching her ass open with each stroke into her. With her fingers alternating between slamming hard into her pussy and frantically rubbing her clit, Rachel was quickly getting close to having another orgasm. Her head was thrown back and her eyes closed as she rode her man hard.



James reached out and fumbled around on the nightstand, searching for the object he knew was close at hand. Finding it, he used his other hand to push Rachel back so he could work the vibrator into her wet cunt and turning it on full power. He nearly came as he felt the vibrations against his solid member in her ass and heard her scream in pleasure and surprise. Keeping one hand holding the end of the vibe, he used his other hand to rub Rachel’s clit, moaning and urging her to cum.



Rachel felt the welcome intrusion and sudden vibrations in her sopping wet hole and almost instantly came. She was just barely able to keep from cumming and kept riding James’ cock and the vibrator, staying right on the edge of her orgasm as she felt the vibrations all through her clit, pussy and ass as well as her man’s throbbing pole. Feeling all of it and thinking about each individual felling coming together brought her over the edge.



James suddenly felt the muscles in Rachel’s ass grip his member in waves as fluid started spraying from her pussy. Shocked, he lay there and watched as this amazing woman was cumming and squirting all over him. Her screams of pleasure ended as she abruptly collapsed onto her back, the vibrator sliding from her pussy and his dick popping out and slapping down into the puddle of his girlfriend’s cum on his stomach. He quickly sat up, checking to see if his girlfriend was okay. Finding her to be unconscious, he got up and rinsed off in the shower.



Rachel awoke to her boyfriend settling back down onto the bed with his towel draped around his shoulders. “Hey babe,” she said as she stretched. She rubbed her hand up and down James’ thigh, grazing his balls and cock with her fingertips, “how long was I out for?” She started lightly rubbing the top of his dick as she looked up into his eyes.



“Not long enough for me to forget that you squirted all over me and left me with a hard cock like the one you’re reviving with your hand there.” He leaned down and kissed her, pulling her closer to his side. As the kiss broke, he let his eyes roam over Rachel’s body, appreciating every smooth curve.



Rachel watched his eyes wandering about on her body and shivered with pleasure as she leaned down to take James’ stiff rod into her mouth. Slowly, she sunk down on it, taking as much as she could before setting her teeth against his flesh and carefully raising her head as her teeth scraped along his swollen tight skin. She listened to his moan and smiled around his cock and kept working him with her mouth, loving the taste and feel of the meat stick attached to the man she loves.



James could feel his balls pulling up and tightening as he neared his breaking point. “Babe,” he moaned, “Babe, I’m gonna cum soon.” He lifted her hair from her face so he could watch her lips tightly wrapped around his member as she looked straight into his eyes. As he watched, she smiled and seeing her teeth set against his cock, he was sent shooting over the edge. He grunted loudly and then he started cumming.



Rachel quickly closed her lips tight around him as she felt and tasted the first spurts of his jizz wash over her tongue. She sucked hard on him as he moaned her name in orgasmic bliss. Shot after shot of James’ cum flew into her mouth as she let it flood the remaining space around his cock and her tongue, she felt shivers down her spine. After what seemed like forever, she felt him start to soften and the pulsing stop as his orgasm subsided. Rachel swallowed the mouthful of cum and smiled again at James as he leaned down for a kiss before pulling her close and drifting off to sleep.

It had been an enjoyable and undeniably ‘interesting’ day, but being without her man around, her mind – and body – had ‘wandered’ a little more than usual!



Dawn was lying on the bed — naked, apart from a light bathrobe. This was their holiday home in the countryside where they were a week into their annual vacation, and both of them had begun to wind down somewhat and enjoy things at their own pace. Alex was a little less unwound in that he had been attending to some business matters for the last couple of days, so Dawn was left to her own devices. He had arrived back a short while ago and was in the shower as she lay mulling over the day’s events, wondering how, or indeed whether, she should tell him anything – maybe even think about incorporating some of it into their rather ‘imaginative’ love-life.



The house was quite large, and there was just the two of them, so they could really stretch out and fill the space, in marked contrast to their comfortable, but compact, city apartment. Their bedroom was on the ground-floor, but elevated above the level of the garden at the rear, over which they had a wonderful view. Mainly areas of grass and trees, with a pond and some nicely laid-out flower-beds, the whole thing framed in a sleepy backdrop of rolling meadows and gentle hills in the distance. It was a fairly isolated spot, but it suited their need to get away from it all for a bit.



In the bedroom there was a large bay-window that Dawn could open and lean out of, taking in the view and the scents and sounds of this idyllic little hideaway of theirs.



The only other person around during the day was very much a stranger. He was José their new gardener. A handsome, if somewhat rough-looking, young Hispanic guy whose attitude to work was somewhat ‘variable’. He seemed to need frequent breaks, and, as it turned out, distractions, to get him through his working day. At odd moments during the afternoon Dawn had found herself straying again towards the open window and watching José. He was tall, had shoulder-length curly black hair, gorgeous eyes, a beautifully-sculpted muscular body and a semi-permanent bulge in his jeans! When he took off his shirt to mow the grass or do some other heavy work, she was drawn to observe those taut sweat-beaded muscles in action. She told herself it was ‘the artist in her’ that made her admire his form so much, but the fact that she would watch discreetly from behind the edge of the curtains, and that she frequently found she was stroking her rapidly wettening pussy as she did so, rather gave the lie to that little rationalisation!



Dawn was an attractive, very sexual woman. Looking younger than her 45 years, and with quite an appetite for the unusual — and risky — when it came to love-making. Her boyfriend Alex was a good deal older than her… on the surface conventional, and at times even reserved in his outlook, but he was never slow to reveal a fiery, passionate and imaginative nature when she was around! Their desires were very much complementary. Their love-life was certainly an interesting one!



She had thought her observing of José was going unnoticed, at least until yesterday, when she had her suspicions, and then again this afternoon, when, to her shock and delight she saw that he was taking up positions to sit that were hidden from the driveway and the immediate neighbours, but in full view to her at the bedroom window.



His reading material, which up until then she had assumed was just some kind of silly celebrity magazines, were now being unsubtly brandished in her direction while he had this lascivious grin on his face. There was absolutely no doubt about it, he was having fun with porn!



Yesterday he had — quite casually — let his hand drop between his legs and start scratching himself.. Well, that quickly developed into a very slow deliberate massage of his crotch and the visibly expanding bulge in his jeans! ‘He must surely know that she can see all this? Is it a little teasing game he is playing? Or is it just the behaviour of a very horny youth who needs regular sexual relief and is not too bothered who sees him getting it? He does know Alex is not around today… does he think he can chance his luck with me?’



This afternoon’s performance proved to her beyond any doubt that she was indeed the intended audience for his sex-play!



She had even got to know when his usual rest-breaks would take place, and she would situate herself accordingly. Today is Friday, so at least José wouldn’t be around over the next couple of days and Alex would be. That would surely get her back on a more even keel?



She caught herself wondering, with more than a hint of jealousy, which young whore would be having him over the weekend? He must have a girlfriend. Maybe more than one. He looked like that kind of guy. This sort of thinking set alarm-bells ringing for her. At some level she obviously had plans for him! Hmmmm….worrying!!



She did feel a little uncomfortable about having this lustful peeping habit with a guy half her age, and who was a complete stranger, but then again she realised that that was mostly what made it fun for her. In any case, Alex knew about her little flirtations, and was, for the most part, accommodating.



So, here she is, mid-afternoon, standing behind the curtains to one side of the window, her robe opened and her stroking already finding moisture in anticipation. Here he is! Her heart misses a beat, then thumps rapidly in her chest with the sheer wantonness of it all! He slumps down on one of the wooden benches near the pond. Legs wide apart in that macho way that young guys seem to love exaggerating. Pointing himself at the bedroom window, he puts down the magazines, a few bottles of beer and a pack of cigarettes. He opens the beer and takes a good long swig of it. Lights a cigarette and blows out the smoke with a contented sigh. ‘Not much more work getting done by him today’, she thought.



He flicks through one of the well-thumbed magazines until he comes to a double-page spread that is obviously a favourite of his. He looks long and hard at it, then shakes his head slowly and blows through pursed lips.



She was not prepared for what happened next… He starts massaging his crotch, but this time he soon gets to undoing the zip on his jeans and letting out his glorious cock! She is transfixed! It is growing in length and girth by the second…. It is truly magnificent! He slowly pulls back the foreskin to reveal such a shining, bulbous, throbbing beauty. She loves Alex’s cock, especially when he is deep-throating her, but this young man’s pride and joy somehow seems to have a special attraction. She just can’t take her eyes off it! There and then she decided – sooner or later she must have it!



He begins to get down to work, masturbating himself with long, slow, lingering strokes, then faster and more fiercely. Occasionally he glances up to where she is with such a look of ache and wanting. ‘Oh my God! He surely can’t see me? Maybe not, but he seems pretty sure I am here!’



What happens next, takes her completely by surprise.



Without a thought or hesitation, she takes one step forward, drops her robe to floor and places her nakedness in the centre of the window! For those last few seconds before he shoots his load into the air, all he is looking at is her gorgeous pendulous breasts and dripping wet pussy! Oh boy! She has really done it now!!



Alex arrived back no more than 30 minutes later, by which time she was still decidedly flushed and flustered – even after taking a shower and trying her best to pretend it had been ‘just a normal day’.



As soon as she gave him a ‘welcome home’ hug, he could feel it. There was a tension, a sweating, a distinct vibration about her that he recognised straight away. ‘What HAVE you been up to, Darling?’ he asks cheekily.



‘Oh God, is it that obvious?’



‘Well, I don’t really know what ‘it’ is, but yes it is very obvious’.



‘You go shower, Love… I’ll get you up to speed when you’re done.’



‘OK… can’t wait!’ He grins in that ‘little boy’ way that he does…



While she is waiting, she gets out one of her favourite toys… a recent acquisition. It is a really thick and anatomically accurate Silicone vibrator. All the veins and squidgy ribs and bumps you would expect…you could really imagine this was a live penis! It had continuously adjustable speeds and movements…and it could reach places, and behave in ways, that a real cock couldn’t. She had started experimenting with it in her ass, and found that a huge turn-on. She went through to the guest bathroom and washed herself out thoroughly and got herself lubed and ready for some hot anal action!



The next part was something of a set-piece, with variations she added as the situation demanded. They had been together long enough now to know each other’s tastes and needs, and so nothing was going to be too much of a shock. However, she always was especially seductive when she was trying to ‘sell’ a new, and in this case, much more adventurous sex game.



When Alex emerged from his shower, and having dried and fragranced himself, he was greeted with a powerful sight! Dawn at her best. – doing the kind of thing that sexually provocative daughters and girlfriends have perfected so well – special heavy-duty seduction and persuasion…whether it is to get an increase on their allowance or a late-night pass, or, as in this case, the go-ahead to indulge in the most daring sexual scenario they had engaged in so far! They had talked and fantasised about involving a third-party in their games, but never crossed the line into actually doing it. Would this be the one to break the boundary?



She was draped on the bed, legs apart, wearing those white sheer stockings that were his favourite turn-on. Just enough make-up on to take her natural good looks into a new zone of beauty and ultra-sexiness!



Once she had said her piece, Alex’s immediate reaction was not clear-cut. He was very good at feigning anger and disapproval when it was part of one of their ‘scenes’, and she hadn’t quite learned how to read him so accurately that she could be sure of what he was feeling. He did look and sound angry and VERY possessive. She always loved the possessive bit!



Finally he spoke: ‘OK, let’s run with it, Darling!. Is ‘lover-boy’ still around out there?’



‘Oh yes… I don’t think wild horses would drag him away… until he gets his dessert!’, she giggled.



‘OK, Babe… you get yourself over to the open window…. lean your elbows on the ledge and let it all hang out. You are looking like dynamite!’



‘Yes Sir!’ ..she gives him a mock salute.



‘Call him up to the window…. swing those tits and hips of yours…. make it hard for him to walk straight’, he chuckled.



She positions herself., elbows on the broad window-ledge, head and breasts projecting out on display, while her arched back thrusts her cunt and ass into the bedroom at Alex. She takes a couple of deep breaths. The cool evening air smells so good, and the gentle breeze against her hanging breasts sends a pulse of excitement through her entire body.



‘José! Come here a minute – I’ve got something for you!’…



José looked up from his semi-drunken fantasies. He looked startled, but he sure didn’t need to be asked twice! He walked as quickly and straight as his erection would allow, over the grass and up the few cement steps to bring himself close to, and level with, Dawn’s face.



She grinned at him nervously, suppressing a giggle, not sure what to say now, as she was waiting for Alex to make the first move.



It didn’t take long. He appeared behind her, pressed hard up against her rump, with the vibrator in his right hand.



José recoiled, and for a moment it looked like they had blown it… but no.



Alex, with a quiet, but very authoritative voice, simply said: ‘It’s alright amigo… we can share her…. OK?’



José nodded enthusiastically. For a moment you could see him trying to work out if this was a trick and he was about to have his balls blown off, or something equally excruciating, but he quickly got the idea and started his advances on Dawn from the front, while Alex was getting ready to do some serious business on her rear.



While José is poised over her eager breasts and waiting mouth, Alex is rubbing his hands all over her butt-cheeks and probing between her legs, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as he encounters the major wetness.



José is still acting as if he can not believe his good fortune! But yes, it’s true! This sexy girl is being offered up to him like a plate of meat, and he sure isn’t going to turn down such a feast!



Alex switches on the vibrator. He hands it to Dawn to adjust it to her favourite speed and sensation. She gets there instantly, knowing just the right pitch and feel for her. Then Alex takes it and begins sliding it round the sensitive rim of her already lubed ass hole.



‘Ohhh yess!! That is so good!’, she purrs. He gently and gradually probes the quivering entrance, and within a short time she feels her sphincter relax and let the throbbing glistening Silicone cock deep inside her. Now she is really moaning and squirming with lust and pleasure, and this acts as a Green Light to José to start his end of the deal.



He is grinning lecherously at her… stroking her breasts with the palms of his hands, tweaking and fondling her exquisite nipples – quite tenderly at first, then much more roughly when he sees that she is so turned on by it. The tip of his shiny cock is already moist with pre-cum, and he begins rubbing it against her nipples and between her cleavage. She is immediately transported into paroxysmal spasms in her cunt – writhing inside, aching to be fucked. He then begins to work on her mouth. She licks her lips slowly and gives him such a dirty come-on look! He responds by running his finger over them, bending towards her and pushing his tongue into her mouth. She kisses him passionately. She is French-kissing a total stranger and practically begging him to face-fuck her! She can not believe it!



After what seemed like ages, he finally stops the kissing, which she would normally want to go on and on, but right now she is just dying to feel his massive cock deep inside her mouth and throat. She grabs it and pulls it to her lips, sucking in the head and taking in the smell and taste and feel of it. It is an electric moment! She kisses the tip, flicks and teases it with her tongue, before settling into sucking it in earnest. She almost makes him come, so she slows down and pushes herself further towards him, moaning and rolling her half-closed eyes, encouraging him to push it deeper and deeper in her mouth. Now it is in all the way, and she gags with the sheer size of it.



Suddenly she feels a thump in her rear and it is Alex thrusting his rock-hard cock into her cunt. It is as though he is sending a message to José that this is a huge privilege he is getting to be allowed to do what he is doing, and that the important thing for him to remember is that Dawn belongs to Alex! She loves that! She always gets so excited to feel possessed, controlled and used by him. She knows he loves her very much, and she trusts him completely. She also knows he will never hurt her and always protects her, which makes her feel safe in getting him to do this kind of stuff.



And now she is a writhing, moaning, squealing, cumming mess! Every orifice is filled, stretched and stimulated to the max. As if to emphasise his ownership, Alex is using his cock and the vibrator in a kind of pincer movement grasping a hold on her ass and cunt, and making her feel things so intensely it’s like she is going to burst! In fact, she has already burst several times, and the waves and spasms still keep on and on!



They are behaving together like some kind of uncontrollable wild animal! All their colliding and overlapping desires and passions rolled into one writhing, panting mass of lusting flesh!



Finally, with a roar, José comes!….flooding her mouth and throat with huge spurts of his juices. She swallows and sucks and licks every last drop of it. Savouring the taste and feel and smell of it… He strokes her lips and cheeks with his still dripping cock-head as he finally withdraws, then slowly traces a glistening wet path with it all over her breasts and nipples.. They exchange a deep smile that only comes when a man and woman have shared such moments.



As this is happening, Alex continues to piston hard into both of her rear holes.



As she looks back over her shoulder at him rutting her like a deer, the added tension of this twist of her torso amplifies the voluptuous sensations. Urging him on with every squeal and moan, she is fascinated by the look in his eyes. At once full of raw lust for her, they are shot through with a fierce challenge to the man who has been enticed into violating her. In that moment she is the meat in the sandwich, caught between these primitive forces. She has never felt so alive — so much the focus for men’s needs and passions.



Wild eyes wide open, panting deep and fast, frothy cum seeping through her teeth and lips, more cum dripping down her inner thighs and legs, she can feel, smell and touch the juices of ‘her men’mixed inextricably with her own intimate fluids. She has been completely overwhelmed, but at the same time has had them both at her mercy..



The competing emotions running through her grunt a command: ‘Go!!’



They separate from her like spacecraft – pulling back into their individual voids.



She is fully herself again. Enjoying the spoils – claiming her erotic wholeness.



Destroyed, yet now remade. Untouched, yet feeling everything!

Dedicated to the one that continues to haunt me.



*



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



“What did I tell you today?” I ask.



“Um…,” You hesitate to respond.



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



“Not to wear panties, sir.”



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



“My little black and white boy shorts.”



“And those are?”



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



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



“Yes sir,” You say softly.



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



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



“Yes Sir,” you say distinctly.



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



“No cumming little one,” I command.



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



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



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



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



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



“Yes, sir,” You respond.



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



“One.”



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



“Two.”



It hits your ass again, causing you to gasp.



“Three.”



Thwack.



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



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



“Five.”



The paddle slaps into your ass.



“Six.”



Smack.



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



It cracks against your ass causing you to shudder.



“Eight.”



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



“Nine.”



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



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



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



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



“You came, little one,” I say to you.



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



“I don’t believe you, little one.”



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



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



“You will cum after I cum baby doll.”



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



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



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



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



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



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



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

Katherine tried again to stretch and relieve some of the pressure on the balls of her feet. Although she was of good height for a woman at 5′ 7″, the hook above her head was too high and the ropes strung from it that held her hands raised together were too tight. She could only sigh and whimper and wait. Blindfolded and hung from a hook drilled into the wall near the ceiling high above her head, she could at least relax her spine against the cool wall. She was strung up too high to stand comfortably, so all she could do was shift every few minutes from supporting herself on one pair of toes to another.



She had no idea how long she had been hanging there. Sometime in the morning, He had woken her up by pulling her long dark hair and slapping her face. He had dragged her out of his bed while she was still nude and put the blindfold over her eyes and then tied her to this position. This wasn’t the first time, only the latest. He told her to wait there until He came back, as if she had a choice. Even on the days when the cleaning crew came in to attend to the rest of the house, she was always gagged and bound. They never came in to whatever room He put her in (she never knew which one). She once tried feebly to scream, but gave up as soon as she realized she was almost about to cum. Ashamed and humiliated, she had quieted herself and sucked the ball gag as if it was a cock and felt her pussy throb with a minor orgasm. Since then, she had learned to wait for His return.



She was usually left with a ball gag in her mouth and this time He must have been away for many hours because she was out of spit to form around it. Her chin was drying the last of her saliva and her muscles were beginning to cramp when she suddenly felt hands undoing the gag. Before she could work her jaw to form words, a cold wet cloth was shoved in her mouth. She sucked hungrily at it and felt some strength return to her limbs. After a few seconds, she felt a strip of leather brush over her nipples. Before she could guess what it was, the belt struck the side of her right breast and then her left. The blows were repeated and the sharp pain sent shockwaves through her body and she could feel intense throbs inside her vagina with each one. Her knees trembled and heels jumped against the wall.



The belt then descended lightly over her head in a loop and tightened around her throat as a hand pulled her hair out of the noose. The loose end was pulled between her large breasts, now swelling with blood from the lashes. As the loop constricted, she opened her mouth around the cloth in a gasp and immediately felt something sharp and metallic enter.



“Stay still,” He commanded.



She could feel the blades envelop her tongue and knew they were scissors. Her tongue pushed up through the cloth to hold them in place as He left them there. Her throat constricted more as the belt was pulled down again and she could feel His knuckles brush past her taut stomach and over her pelvis. The edge of the leather strip brushed her clit a few times and she thrust out her head and moaned around her difficult gag. In her distraction, she had let her knees move in closer than He wanted and she felt the sharp slap of His hand slam between them.



“Knees apart. Twelve inches. Always, until told.”



She complied and tried to breathe and relax and concentrate, but she could feel He was teasing her exposed labia with the belt tip. Even though she was mostly dehydrated, her pussy betrayed her and dripped juice down her thighs. Embarrassed by her own lewdness, she hardly noticed as He fastened something to the first belt loop hole and inserted it past her swollen pussy lips. As He gently let go of it she could immediately sense that it was some sort of steel hook. Dull, thankfully, but it still made her thrust her neck out even more so it didn’t threaten to rip up into her. Her breathing became sharp and ragged and she felt a small orgasm explode as her clit rubbed the metallic member. She almost cried with the humiliation and pleasure of it.



A few more seconds passed as she drooled past the cloth and through the scissors and down onto her breasts. She could faintly hear the click and whine of a camera as He shot pictures of her and she surrendered to another small orgasm at the thought of how she must look hanging against the wall blindfolded, with blades in her mouth and a strap tied around her neck pulling a hook up into her cunt. She trembled even more severely this time as her excitement passed and her body demanded rest. Her sex was still swollen and pleading and she almost wept for the extent of her sluttish needs.



Minutes passed, maybe an hour? Katherine no longer had any real notion of time. There was only the time when He came home and then a brief moment when He unbound her, just before she surrendered to sleep, that she consciously thought of the outside’s conception of time. She knew she had signed a contract with Him for a month of His attention, with no safe word for escape. She could not remember why she had done it and no longer cared. For the past few days (or was it weeks?) she let Him do anything at all at anytime He wished. All she knew now was the slut. The slut was that girl or woman or beast inside of her that craved only to be fed and cared for and fucked. It had argued against every piece of her mind for years and destroyed several relationships. It had finally won the war within and she could vaguely recall the armistice she signed in this man’s presence. She knew she met Him through some website she had tried on a whim, but even that thought she wanted to discard. He was here and was paying attention to her unlike any she had experienced before. She wasn’t even sure she wanted the contract to end or even if He would honor it, but even such a thought as this flew away under the pressure of the hook and the gag and the blindfold.



“Be still. Be quiet. Be good.”



The ropes that held her hands slackened gradually and she felt herself lowered toward the floor. Some part of her mind told her to turn her head in case she met the floor but another part – a part put there by Him – forced it away and said He would never let that happen. Indeed, the rope tightened again and she hung there at what she could only guess was a 45-degree angle. Her toes throbbed with pleasure to be released from gravity and her feet scrabbled to plant themselves against the wall. Again, her cunt throbbed as new sensations of relief and ultimate submission battled and flooded her. She groaned loudly and almost lost the scissors, but she clenched her jaw and felt the blades scrape the insides of her cheeks and pinch her tongue. She whined repeatedly until she felt the scissors being removed. She tried a muffled “thank you” past the cloth but was cut short as she was slapped across her face on each side.



“Be still. Don’t make me tell you again.”



The skin of her face was still stinging as he re-inserted the scissors. She concentrated on them even as she felt her knees being slapped further apart.



“Two feet now… further… good girl.”



She felt her ass cheeks slapped lightly. Her dripping pussy was now fully exposed and she could feel the air carrying away the moisture on her engorged lips. She wanted to drop her head and moan again, but was afraid of the scissors and of disappointing Him. Instead, she breathed harder and focused her thoughts on her cunt, just the way she knew He wanted her.



“Relax.”



She could feel something moving across her ass cheeks and she let go of herself and simply hung there. A rubber object starting pressing against her asshole and she instinctively resisted, even though she knew she shouldn’t. A sharp slap landed hard and fast on her butt, followed soon after by three more. She whimpered and concentrated on the scissors. The butt plug was withdrawn for a second and then returned with a slick and oily texture. The lubrication worked on her hole and opened her without her even thinking. She tried to stop thinking and accept it. As the thick piece of rubber entered her, she stifled herself and pushed down in her stomach to take it all, just like she had been taught a good little slut should.



The plug entered her tight asshole and she breathed even harder through her dangerous gag. He pressed it deeper inside of her and she tried to relax and push down more to take it, but there just always seemed more to take. Her tongue stroked the scissor blades through her cloth gag as she tried to scream when He forced the plug all the way in. Panting and sweating, she felt His hands stretch tape across her ass to keep the intruding thing inside of her.



Next, she felt His hands gathering her hair and gently pulling it back and tying it into a ponytail. She could sense rather than feel Him standing over her suspended body, straddling her with his legs. She yearned to brush up against even one pant leg, but He was careful to avoid her body. She began to feel Him pulling slowly back on her hair and she realized she had let her head droop far lower than she had thought. As her head was pulled gradually back, the belt tightened and her neck constricted and the hook buried in her cunt was forced up into her. As it bumped into the thin skin that separated it from the plug in her ass, a long low wail began in her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to ignore the pain even as a massive wave of excitement built and pulsed in her pussy. She had no idea how far He had pulled her back, but when the force of the hook pushing against the plug finally turned her wail into a scream, her tongue pushed hard against the scissors and the terrible pinching it suffered there only increased her pain and her pleasure. She knew she was cumming in a way she had never experienced before – a long terrible tide of pain and humiliation and raw pleasure.



The belt had finally constricted so far she could no longer breathe and she began to choke, but managed to keep from thrashing. Her hair was gently and excruciatingly slowly released so she could lower her head and slacken the leather strip. With every merciful centimeter He released she felt her cunt throb with smaller waves of ecstasy as the hook receded and her breathing returned. Eventually He let her hair go and her head drooped as low as it could and she felt herself giving in to exhaustion. Just as she thought she might pass into a delirium, she felt His hand stroking her back and her senses came alive again.



“Good girl. You did just fine, little slut. I’m very proud of you.”



Katherine moaned and managed to raise her head up to show how she could do even better and was ready. Some part of her mind recoiled at how submissively grateful she was for His praise and how she almost cooed at the feel of His gentle petting, but that part had become just a shred of a memory of her former self that she had put in a box weeks ago. She even giggled a bit as she looked forward to anything He wanted to do next. She could sense Him move and come to stand in front of her and she raised her head even higher in the hope that He would let her suck His cock. The anticipation of it thrilled her and the pressure of the hook and plug carried this feeling into an exquisite pulsing throughout her body. Even if He only removed the gag, she yearned to beg to taste his dick or lick hungrily at his balls or even just to beg for hours while He simply stood there considering her.



Instead, she felt a cold metal clamp being attached to her right nipple and a screw tightening it. The nipple pinched, bulged, thickened and was fastened. The same was done to the other one and the new sensation made her moan softly and repeatedly. She could feel her nipples being pulled up and closer together and guessed there was a chain between the clamps. As they rose, so did her excitement and pleasure. She heard a metallic snap and sensed that He had attached the chain to the belt buckle at her neck. She experimented with nodding her head slowly and was rewarded with intense waves of pain and pleasure in various parts of her body.



“Good girl. That’s my good girl. Show me how you can fuck yourself. Go on.”



Katherine’s head nodded rhythmically up and down as she used the tightness of the belt to yank her nipples and fuck herself with the hook. While she tried to bring her head as high as she could to show how good of a slut she could be, she felt something touch her clit past the metal of the hook. It began vibrating and she squealed. The rip of tape sounded and she could tell He was fastening it to her clit. As He let go and straddled her prone body again, she felt the vibrations increase in intensity. She also felt her hair being pulled back again and her head rising even higher than before. She moaned loudly past the chokehold on her throat, feeling the sensations of hook and plug and clamps and vibrator all at once. It was more than she could bear and she started to writhe.



“Patience, little slut. Just hold it a little while longer.”



Katherine’s body was in torment and overwhelmingly stimulated. She tried to focus on His words and calm her breathing and accept her torture. She managed to keep from screaming and only sobbed in supplication. Finally, the vibrations rapidly diminished and her hair was let go and as blood circulated to the areas that had been the most under pressure, her body shook with millions of tiny orgasms that left her utterly exhausted. She could only barely sense Him removing the clamps, then the scissors, then the belt and hook. She sighed and might even have climaxed again as they were withdrawn, but her body was spent. An oily substance was applied to her buttocks and the tape that held the butt plug in place was easily removed along with the object. Finally, the cloth in her mouth was gently extracted and he held her chin so she could have a few sips of water.



As He lowered her slowly to the floor and undid her bindings, she curled up and wanted nothing more than to sleep, but then felt her body being lifted by His strong arms. She still had the blindfold on, but even if she had the strength to do it, she would not remove it. He had not told her to and that was enough. Soon, she felt the air change to something warm and humid and felt she was being lowered into a tub of warm, soapy water. She fought the desire to slip into sleep immediately as He bathed and massaged her tired body. He removed the blindfold and she blearily saw only His smile as He cleaned her face. She managed a feeble smile and then gave in to exhaustion.





Katherine awoke at some point the next day. She stretched and sighed in the king sized bed He had always taken her to at the end of the night. She was surprised He had left without binding her up or tying her to the bed or hanging her from the wall. There were only a couple of occasions were He had left her unbound. She looked around the room and found to no surprise a long black evening gown hanging from the door. She knew in instances like this He liked to see her fully dressed and made up and ready to go out when He came home. They never went out, of course. He would only do things to her while she was dressed and make her feel like a whore pretending to be a woman of class. The first time it happened she was disappointed at first because she loved the gown and liked the way she looked in it and wanted to eat at a nice restaurant, but after He began to go to work on her she lost all thought of anything but pleasing Him. It was humiliating and degrading and now she couldn’t wait to be ready for Him.



She spent some time stretching and testing her aching limbs on the bed. He hadn’t put any clothes on her last night and she still smelled of roses and lavender from the bath. Her muscles were still a little tired, but otherwise limber and strong – very strong, in fact. After a month of His ministrations, Katherine noticed she had lost what little fat she had carried around her belly and her arms, legs and torso had developed a tautness she never knew before. Suddenly, her stomach growled and reminded her she had not eaten at all yesterday and she looked over near the door and saw a tray set on a small wooden fold out dining stand. She gingerly left the bed and was happy her limbs and back didn’t complain at all. She explored the tray and found cereal in a bowl and a vial of milk and container of yogurt chilling on melting ice. There was also an apple and an orange and a couple of fresh rolls and pats of butter. She ate hungrily of the cereal and yogurt, but decided to leave the rest for later.



She tried to open the bedroom door and wasn’t surprised to find it locked. She walked into the adjoining office space while eating her yogurt and ran her hands over the bars of the large golden cage placed there. It was 8 feet in diameter and took up most of the room and was floored with plush cushions and sported a central support beam she had often danced around when He came home on the days He had locked her up in there. She smiled slightly while thinking of it. She had always been a good dancer, but had never pole-danced until He requested. It didn’t take long to learn the basics of it. She just treated the pole as both a dance partner and a lover and that seemed to work for Him.



She let her hand trail off the bars and entered the master bathroom where she guessed He had taken her last night. It was perfectly cleaned – the cleaning crew must have come in while she was sleeping – and almost as large as the bedroom. She wondered about the cleaning people and what they must think of her. Have there been others before? She knew from the few dates they had before the contract that He had had several relationships and one divorce, but had He had many or any contracts? She had never thought to ask. She considered herself in the mirror after she threw out the empty yogurt container and decided she would ask as soon as the contract was up. She admired the new muscle tone on her body and tight skin around her belly. This wouldn’t be a bad life at all, she thought, if I could just get out of this damn room.



She felt the skin of her body as she turned in front of the large mirror over the counter sink. There were no bruises she could see and her breasts and ass seemed tighter and higher than she had seen them in years. Not so bad at all, she thought. She took up the razor and trimmed her pussy-hair growth and then began plucking stray hairs from various parts of her body with a set of tweezers that had been left on a washcloth near the razor. As she groomed herself, she thought of the last time He had allowed her to wear clothes and the evening they had spent together…



She pulled the tight white thong up past her thighs and over her hips and felt the silky fabric rub against her clit and asshole. She paused for a moment to accept the wave of pain that overcame her tired muscles as well as the excitement of the sensation. Moving gingerly to the dresser, she took up the white corset and wrapped it around herself. Thankfully, the corset only compressed her ribs and stomach and her breasts remained exposed. Her nipples were sore and tender after the treatment she had to endure last night. After tightening the lace in the front as far as she could and still be able to breath, she approached the silver evening gown hung on the door. She noticed white nylon stockings hung over the wire hanger and pulled them down and put them on, securing them with garters to her thin thong.



The silk of the gown was a relief to her aching body and she almost considered simply collapsing back into bed, but His note specified that He expected her to look her best when He arrived. If she wrinkled the gown, she wouldn’t know what He might do. A part of her almost wanted to explore His punishment, but the part of her that remembered the bruises earned from last night told her to go to the bathroom and put on make-up. She was voraciously hungry and hoped this eveningwear meant He was taking her out to eat. As her stomach growled, she applied eyeliner and lipstick.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror in the master bedroom, she plucked the last remaining stray eyebrow hairs as He entered. Immediately, she stopped and stood still in front of the mirror. He appeared behind her and smiled that dazzling smile she had admired when she first met Him.



“You look ravishing. I’m so very proud of you. Your beauty is beyond measure.”



She felt herself blush but then felt His hands lift her dress. The fingers of His right hand pushed down around her thong and met her pussy lips with a small metallic object. She inhaled as it was inserted into her cunt but stood still obediently as He wrapped the cord attached to it around her thong strap and let a small plastic device rest at the top of her ass crack as He readjusted her dress. The dress was bare-backed, but had slight ruffles at the small of her back which did well to hide what she could only guess was a vibrator controller.



“So proud of you,” He repeated as He touched the device through her dress and started a small vibration inside of her, along the top of her vagina, near the back of her clit. She closed her eyes and nodded. Tonight’s dinner would not be without a price, she decided.



He led her out of the room with her right arm crossed into His. They descended a staircase into a small crowd of well-dressed people. As He introduced her to them as His date, she felt a girlish rush of enthusiasm. She managed to forget all the nights He had locked her in a cage or the days He had chained her to a pole in the basement or a hook in a room somewhere. Tonight, she was His date and she felt nothing less than a debutante – a debutante with a bullet vibrating quietly in her pussy.



She managed to maintain poise until He introduced her to a man she knew by sight. “Katherine, this is Congressman Wyatt. Congressman Wyatt, my enchanting date for the night, Katherine.” She immediately wanted to launch into a tirade against this man she knew to be a staunch Right-To-Lifer and thick headed Tea Party hero. As soon as she opened her mouth, though, she felt Him turn up the vibrator to maximum and the sensation made her fall into the Congressman’s arms instead.



“I’m… just so… very pleased to meet you,” she managed as she struggled back off of him. Wyatt was surprised and gleeful and pinched her shoulders as she hung on him.



“My pleasure, I’m sure! Always glad to meet a supporter of our cause!”



The vibrations diminished and she could manage to stand upright while leaning against Him. He gave her a glass of wine and they moved on to greet others. There were about thirty or so people, she guessed, and as far as she could tell she met them all. Everyone was dressed beautifully and she enjoyed being the date of the host. While they mingled, He was careful to keep her glass filled and chose which foods she may eat. Whenever she reached for a second helping of something she liked as a waiter passed by, he pushed up on the vibrator control and her hands fluttered back to her breast. People noticed her odd behavior, but no one commented.



After an hour, Katherine’s thong was soaked with her own juices. She could feel them start to seep down her legs and invade her stockings. She tried to beg Him to let her go to the bathroom, but as soon as she did, He would steer her toward another couple or group they should talk to – all the while increasing or decreasing the intensity of the vibrations in her. She managed to keep her speech level, she thought, but her knees wobbled when there was a lull and her breasts heaved out at people when there was a climax. After a couple of hours, all the men in the living room could not resist staring at her and all the women glared.



At this point He guided her through sliding wood doors into an adjoining private study. He slid the doors shut and escorted her to behind the large mahogany desk, behind which there were only floor to ceiling windows which looked out on the spacious backyard, now darkened and covered in the shadows of night. He moved the chair out of the way and turned her to face the desk and doors. He reached down and opened a drawer and withdrew several things and placed them on one side of the desk.



“Eyes front. Don’t make a sound.”



Katherine wanted to look at the objects, but she did as she was told. She could hear the party going on beyond the doors and wanted to get back to it, but something inside of her told her that her place was to do as she was told and nothing else.



“Arms above your head.”



Katherine stretched her arms as high as they could go and felt Him unzip the small zipper at the side of her gown. A thrill ran through her as He gathered the material of her dress and pulled the whole thing up and over her head and arms. She remained standing there in her corset and panties while he draped the gown over the back of the chair.



“Head down on the table. Arms spread to the corners. Be good, little one.”



Katherine obeyed and bent at her hips to put her head down on the desk and stretched her arms as close to the far corners of the desk as possible. A few moments ago, she hadn’t really given a thought to being fucked, even though her sopping wet pussy screamed for it, but now she felt a rush of passion well up inside. He kicked her feet wider and she could feel him tie a rope from one ankle to a near desk leg and then another. Her pussy throbbed around the weakly vibrating egg inside of her.



He moved around to the front of the desk and stretched another set of nylon cords as far as they could go to secure one wrist and then another to the front desk legs. He moved back around behind her and ran his hands along her inner thighs and gently caressed her pussy lips pushing out around the thong.



“Awwwwwhhhhh,” Katherine screamed out at the rare gift of his hands on her sex. In return she received several sharp slaps on the back of her legs and ass. Her passionate scream was muffled and grew silent. He penetrated her vagina with two fingers and swirled them until he found the bullet. She breathed heavily and waited while He inspected it. He replaced it and turned up the intensity and Katherine almost hissed with desire.



“Please fuck me!” she blurted out. She knew it wasn’t her place to demand anything, but she couldn’t help herself. Several more sharp slaps landed on her ass and she winced in pain. He took one of the objects off the desk and reached around to fasten a ball gag into her mouth. She whimpered and tried to turn and lift her head to pout at Him, but He thrust her face back down on the desk.



He pulled up on the thong and it sank past her pussy lips and rubbed her asshole. She moaned and sucked on the ball gag as He continued to yank on it. It sawed through her moist lips and teased her ass and she tried again to beg to be fucked, but the ball gag was too large and she only gurgled and moaned again. The teasing stopped and she felt something large and oily rest against her asshole and begin to press in. She wriggled and tried to protest, but her bindings were too tight. Her pussy was aching with need and she wanted desperately for Him to fill it with whatever He wanted, but instead He continued to force a thick rubbery dildo up her ass. He slapped her burning cheeks again to remind her to remain still. She calmed down and focused on accepting it.



As the giant dildo slid deeper into her she felt the pressure of it press down against her belly. She whined softly, but opened herself more to Him. Finally, He ceased feeding it into her and then bent the large jelly dildo so the other end was now pressing into her sopping wet cunt. Her juices ran freely down her legs and the tops of her stockings were soaked. She squealed as the other end of the object thrust into her and pressed the bullet still inside her vagina closer to the back of her clit. The sensations overwhelmed her and she immediately came even before He was finished shoving it in. She bit down hard on her gag and felt the rush and tingle emanate from her vagina and raise goose bumps on her skin. The corset she wore restricted her breathing, so even though she wanted desperately to breathe deeply and enjoy the sensation, she had to keep her breaths shallow and rapid and this resulted in a long spread of orgasmic feeling over her instead of a sharp climax.



As the last tingle was leaving her and she opened her eyes, she noticed He was standing in front of her now. He stroked her hair, pulling it away from her face and caressed her cheek.



“You’ve done very well, Katherine. I’m very proud of you. Now, just stay here for me like this and I’ll come back when the party’s over, ok?”



Katherine managed only a “mmmfff” and “fffmmm” before resting her head back on the desk. As He left the room, she looked up to see if anyone looked in as He opened and closed the doors. Thankfully, no one did, but He left the doors open a crack and Katherine tried to moan loudly at Him in alarm. As she did so, she suddenly stopped and realized He was gone and her noises would only attract unwanted attention. The thought of this made her pussy tingle and she cursed her whorish impulse, before finally relaxing and allowing herself to imagine people taking turns at the door to watch her bound body strung over the desk with a giant rubber dildo shoved in her ass and cunt. After a few minutes of entertaining this idea, she was cumming again and moaning wildly past her gag.



As soon as she realized what a noise she must be making, she opened her eyes and looked at the door. Someone was very definitely standing just outside, but she could not make out whom. After a few seconds, the figure departed and quietly shut the door all the way and she could only hope it had been Him. Humiliated and weary, she rested her head back down on the desk to wait out the rest of the night while enduring the constant vibrations from the bullet.



Katherine shook herself free of the memory and gently removed the handle of the hairbrush she had shoved into her cunt during her daydream. She wanted to be ready for Him when He got home and she had no idea when that would be. She plucked the last stray hairs from her eyebrows and ran back to the hanging garment. She found the silky black thong and stockings and lacey bra strung up behind it and discovered a note taped to the dress. She took it off and scanned it and saw He intended to be home by 4 PM and expected her to be ready for Him. She discarded the note and looked at the alarm clock on the dresser. It read 3:34. She pulled on the undergarments, securing the stockings to her thong with the garters He had provided. She pulled the silky black gown over her head and down her lean and shapely body. It was a provocative piece, with a slit high up one leg and a deep v-cut between her breasts. She managed to zip it up her back and was applying lipstick and make-up in the bathroom mirror as she heard Him enter the bedroom. She gave one last look at her face and body and wished she had been given access to some kind of hairdresser. She sighed and pulled her soft brown hair back and secured it with a barrette in a loose ponytail before walking into the adjoining room with the cage to wait for him with her eyes staring at the floor.



He stood for a while in the bedroom, motionless as He examined her from afar. When He moved to stand near her, she fought the impulse to look up and waited patiently as He looked more closely at her while He tucked a stray lock of her hair behind her ear. His hand caressed one bare shoulder as He moved on to stand in front of the large windows. He took out a cigarette and lit and smoked in silence. From the corner of her eye she could tell He was dressed in a tuxedo. His broad shoulders and narrow waist complimented the athletic cut of the suit as the light from the window framed Him. She fought the urge to move and stand behind Him and embrace Him. He was beautiful, she knew, but the terms of the contract constrained her. It was not her place to try to hold Him.



He snubbed out the cigarette in an ashtray on a small stand near the window. He turned and approached her and grabbed her hair and pulled her into the bathroom. She swallowed a yelp and bent down and let Him lead her. He threw her against the sink so she was facing it and then stood behind her. She could see Him in the mirror as His hands moved up her legs and pulled up her dress over her ass.



“Please fuck me,” she pleaded into the mirror.



“Be quiet!” he commanded with a sharp slap on her ass cheeks.



He reached down and opened a small drawer beneath the washbasin and withdrew a butt plug. Katherine moaned with concern as she saw it in His hand. She had hoped that at last He would take her out somewhere, but her hopes diminished as He took some lubricant from the drawer and spread some of it on the fat plug. As He pushed it past her thong and into her ass she accepted it with practiced ease and concentrated on His hands working on her. Her pussy began to moisten and she dared to speak once more.



“Please… Please put your cock in me. Please.”



Several sharp slaps landed on her ass cheeks and her hands slammed down on the counter as she almost collapsed. When the waves of pain subsided, she looked back up into the mirror and saw Him adjusting her thong beneath the folds of her dress.



“Keep this in you tonight. Do not remove it until I tell you. Also, this,” He said as He shoved the small bullet into her cunt but kept the control in His hand. He pulled her dress back down and fed the cord through the slit along her side. He turned it on and looked at her face in the mirror.



“Would you like to have dinner with me?”



“Yes,” Katherine said in a husky voice as the vibrations spread throughout her abdomen. He led her out of the bathroom and she tried to walk naturally, but the butt plug combined with the high heels made it impossible. She wobbled and leaned against Him as they neared the bedroom door. He put his arm around her waist and supported her and paused before opening the door. He looked directly into her eyes.



“You’re beautiful, Katherine. You look gorgeous tonight.”



This didn’t mean anything to Katherine at first. Her beauty wasn’t something she needed anyone to remind her of, but it occurred to her that this was the first time He had said anything like that to her while looking her in the eyes. She smiled in spite of herself and whispered a thank you. He guided her out the door and down the steps, which she only managed by clinging to His arms, and into the dining room next to the study. A thrill swept through her to see those sliding wood doors again, but soon she was escorted into the room and He made her sit in a large wood chair at a long table. As her ass met the seat, the plug pushed up and she closed her eyes and bit her lip. He patted her head and whispered in her ear that she was being a good little girl.



He had placed her at the head of the table and He took a seat on her right – the side of her dress that had the slit and from which He could control the bullet inside of her. She noticed the table settings were set for just the two of them and was thankful for that. She wasn’t sure she could bear being humiliated by Him in front of a large dinner party, but then even that thought made her pussy gush out juice and she squirmed. He lowered the intensity of the vibrations and reached out and stroked her arm.



“Shhh… just relax now. We’re going to have a nice dinner and I don’t want you behaving like a slut during it. I rented a catering service for the night, so try to act like a lady.”



Katherine almost shot one scornful glance at Him but controlled herself as she heard the doors open behind her. A young male waiter entered and stood next to her left shoulder and asked Him if they were ready to order.



“Yes, thank you. The lady will have the fish and vegetables and I will have the steak and frites. Is that all right dear, the fish?” He shoved the vibrator to maximum and her pussy quaked and the plug in her ass was affected by the vibrations to massage her deeply and her hands slammed down on the table and she yelled, “YES!” He adjusted the controller back down and she tried to collect herself, but couldn’t suppress a giggle.



“She’s just so very hungry,” he explained to the waiter with a laugh.



“Of course, sir.”



“And open a bottle of white wine, please. Something nice.”



“Excellent.”



The meal was prepared in His kitchen and delivered by the waiter. The wine was poured and Katherine ate and drank and tried to remember the last time she had actually sat down to a nice dinner. She started to remember a time before her stay with Him and immediately dismissed the memory. There wasn’t much conversation during dinner. She had no permission to speak, so she had to wait until He asked her questions and He asked precious few of them. He managed to fill the silence, though, as He told her about the house and the land and a little of His family. She was curious about Him, so she listened attentively, but she still had so many questions for Him. She wanted to know why He liked relationships like these. How many others had there been? Had He ever been married? Ever been in love?



The house and grounds were lovely and she liked hearing about them, but He spoke about them the same way He seemed to move through them – like a ghost that haunts what should be a home but isn’t. She believed that someone that used such creativity and inventiveness to pleasure her could not possibly be as boring as He came off, but she accepted that He would never let her know Him any better and that it was probably for the best anyhow. She didn’t need to develop feelings for Him – that would just confuse things. Still, His handsome face and sad eyes drew her in and she had to purposefully keep from looking at Him. She focused on her meal and tried to eat like a lady, taking small bites and chewing slowly.



After it was clear they were finished eating, the waiter began to remove the dishes. “Give us a few minutes, will you?” He asked the young man. “And then come back and we might have some dessert in the study.”



“Of course,” the waiter said as he left with their dinner plates. After he was gone and had closed the doors behind him, He leaned over and barely brushed her ear with His lips.



“Stand up,” He whispered. “Take your dress off. Do it slowly and quietly.”



Katherine obeyed and began to rise, but the backs of her thighs and her ass protested as the butt plug wiggled and the pressure put on her legs weakened her. She bit her lip and forced herself up with the help of her hands on the table. Slowly and unsteadily she stood, trying to keep her breathing level and measured. Reaching down to the zipper, she loosened her dress and then gradually drew it up as she stared at the windows on the far wall. Night was rapidly descending, she noticed just before she lifted the garment over her head and let it fall onto the chair. Her breasts heaved against the tight lace bra as she looked down at herself. She could see the cord from the bullet inside of her trailing out from between and her legs and into his hand. The vibrations increased slightly and she shut her eyes and sighed.



When she opened them again, he was securing a long, thin leather belt around her throat. The delicate buckle pressed into the side of her neck as he tightened it.



“Get on your hands and knees.”



She stepped away from the chair and did as she was told, moving carefully to make sure the butt plug stayed secure inside of her. When she was down on all fours, he pulled gently on the leash and led her around the table and into the study.



“Come my pet. Be a good girl now. I just have a few things to do in here and then we’ll watch a movie together. Would you like that?”



Katherine was just trying to crawl competently enough with a plug in her ass and a vibrating bullet buzzing away inside her cunt – she could just barely keep up with him, much less answer his question. He stopped pulling her and stooped down to spank her ass twice.

[MF, Toys and Masturbation, Anal]



Tag: Chantelle’s vibrator play turns anal… with a twist



This is Chapter 2 of “Teaching Chantelle.” It picks up right where Chapter 1 left off, so if you’re interested in the story, you should probably read the previous chapter.



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Having just helped her come with a vibrator for the first time ever, I lay on the bed next to Chantelle for a bit, relaxing while she was still catching her breath. My shorts were still on, and she was completely naked. After a minute, I reached out and started playing with her breasts again. “Hey,” she said, “hands off!” But she didn’t move my hands away.



“I was just wondering what else I needed to teach you.” I said. “You’ve done a pretty good job so far, but what else do you want to know? Or are you ready to practice again?”



“Thanks, not quite yet,” she said. “I still need to recover.” She looked down, reached out and gently grabbed my package through my shorts. “I was thinking you might need some help yourself, though. You’ve been a very good teacher. But I see the educational process has gotten you a bit excited.”



Looking down, I saw that I actually had a small wet spot that had made it through my shorts.



Oops. “Wow, that doesn’t usually happen.” I said.



“Something about an hour of foreplay while you are still partly dressed?” she grinned at me.



“Maybe.” I remarked. “But remember, this is all about helping you.” I turned mock-serious. “Ms. Jones, as your teacher I want to be sure you have learned everything you want to about your new toys. As a teacher, it’s my responsibility to ensure your education. And as an educated professional, I know how to take care of this other problem along the way. So before turning to that, what else would you like to know about? Remember, there is no question too dumb, or scenario too kinky, to ask about. This is a professional, student-oriented program.”



“Hmm,” she said, “such the dedicated educator.” Her eyes roamed around, taking in the vibrator on the bed between us, the obvious bulge in my shorts, the bottle of lube on the side table, and the other vibrator. When she looked at it, she paused.



“You know, I was wondering a little about the other one. How does it feel?”



I picked it up. “Well, it probably feels like the first one, but it’s a little smaller. Maybe the vibration is a little more concentrated, but you know, well, it’s smaller, so it’s probably just not as filling…”



Chantelle was shaking her head. “That’s not what I meant. What I want to know is, what does it feel like on you? What if I want to use it on a guy? I mean, you were talking about it being, you know, in you? I want to know about that.” She was shooting me little glances as she said this. But as she did, I could see a blush creeping up her face. Even after all this, she didn’t want to come out and say it.



“So, you want to talk about using it anally?”



She took a deep breath, and this time she looked me square in the eye as she said “Yes, I do.”



Maybe I could turn this into something good for me too. “Sounds like another lesson. I’m happy to help. Let me think.” I reached over and picked up the smaller vibrator, and turned it on. Its buzzing filled the air as I turned it over in my hand. “Hmm, well, let me tell you a little more.” I ran it down over my chest, and actually over my hard on inside my shorts, and then I handed it to her. She repeated the motions, running it over my chest and down. She actually teased me by reaching it around and pushing it against my butt. She brought it back around and held it against the front of my shorts while I talked.



“I don’t remember the first time my girlfriend used it on me. The sensations are kind of nice inside, the key is just to use lots of lube. And I’ve never been able to get off just from the vibrator alone. But as part of playing, it’s really good. There just needs to be some warm-up. And go slow. Just like anal sex with you.” I told her a little more about how my girlfriend had given me a blow job while sliding a vibrator into my ass, and about how good it felt.



We lay there together for a minute, Chantelle thinking about it, and looking down at me while she ran the vibrator over my shorts. Then she spoke quietly. “Can you show me?”



Now it was time for my face to turn red. I pretended I had to think about it. “Um, OK. It’s just a different lesson, right?” She nodded. “I think I can. But, I need to get naked.”



“That’s OK, I showed you mine, so now you show me yours.”



“Just like 4 year olds playing doctor?”



She laughed. “Yes, just like that. Here, let me help you off with that.” She reached to my waist with two hands and unbuttoned my shorts. She began to push them down, and I raised my hips to help her slide them off. After all the ups and downs of the past hour, my cock was tangled up in my briefs, and I had to reach down and free it. But in a second, my shorts lay on the floor, and I was lying next to Chantelle, my erection sticking up against my belly.



I put one hand on Chantelle’s hip. Now that we were lying there naked, I was almost overcome with the urge to just roll her over and climb on. But that wasn’t part of the deal. Chantelle looked down at me, though, and brought her hand to grasp my cock. She slid her hand up the length of my shaft, squeezing, and then she then ran her fingertip over the head of my cock, collecting the pre-cum she had squeezed out of it. She locked eyes with me as she brought her finger to her lips and sucked it into her mouth. “Mm, tastes good too.”



She then sat up, and moved to the edge of the bed. “OK, my turn to ask the questions. Lie down on your back.” I did as asked, and she moved to sit almost like I had, on the edge of the bed, at my waist. “So, Mr. Jackson, you’ve used a vibrator like this one before?” She held up the smaller vibrator.



“Yes, a lot like that.”



“Have you used one like the other one, or is it too big?”



“Well, sometimes, maybe, but the smaller one is a little easier.”



“OK, and is it good when I do this?” She ran it over my nipples.



“Well, it’s OK, but boy nipples just aren’t the same as girl nipples. At least, mine aren’t.”



“Hmm. Well, how about this.” And she moved the vibrator down to my cock, running the vibrating end over the shaft of my cock, then holding it against the head.



“Ah!” I said, jumping a little. “It’s OK, but a little intense just on that spot.”



“Sorry,” she said, running it back up and down my cock, and down over my balls. I just lay there and let her have her way. She watched the vibrator, occasionally glancing at my face. After a minute, she asked “Am I doing it right? This doesn’t seem to be doing much for you.”



“Well, like I said, it’s different. Think about the shape, it’s really meant to be inside something.”



“Yes, I guess you’re right.” She looked at me. “So, like I said, can you show me?”



“Well, I can probably only show you so much, without help, but I can get you started here.” I thought for a second. “I think there are probably 3 positions I’ve done this in. Do you really want to see this?”



“Oh, yea,” said Chantelle quietly.



“OK, this is your lesson. I suppose the first way you could do it is lying on your side.” I rolled over so I was on my left side, with my back to Chantelle. I slid over more on the bed to make room. “Here, lay down behind me, and give me your hand.” She lay down, almost like we were spooning. I reached back over and took her hand holding the vibrator, and guided it down until the vibrator was at the bottom of my ass, just behind my balls. “You need to get the spot and the angle right, but you could then just kind of slide it in.” She pushed up with the vibrator. “Wait, wait, not now! It only works if the vibrator and everything is ready, remember?”



“Sorry.” she said. “You know, holding it like this, I almost feel like I’m fucking you from behind.”



I laughed. “Well, what do you think you’re doing? That’s exactly what you are doing. If you had those strap-ons we saw, that’s exactly it even more!”



“Oh, OK. So, you said this was the first way?”



“Yup. I’ve probably done it this other way more often. ” I moved away from her, and lay on my back. I rotated so she was down towards my feet, and then I spread my legs, and pulled my knees up a bit. Chantelle was now sitting between my legs, I imagine with a pretty good view. Well, I’d seen every inch of her too. “If you take the vibrator and put it under,” she brought her hand with the vibrator down to position it underneath me, “you can put it in this way too. My one girlfriend really liked it this way while she was going down on me. And you can kind of work up to the vibrator this way – start with some oral, use your fingers, then add the vibrator. Might be a good way to start. Just watch the angle, if you go in wrong and it hits something, it can be a little uncomfortable. So go slow, and let him adjust if he needs to.”



“I still can’t really see what I’m doing.”



“Here, try a couple of things. One way is to do it by feel. Just go a little farther than you did before.” With that, Chantelle reached down and ran her hand over my balls, down under to where her hand was touching my ass. She felt around, sliding her finger up the crack of my ass, stopping when she put her finger on my anus. I jumped.



“Oh!” I said. “Just like that. With some lube, we’d be good to go. But also, this might help you see a little more if you want to.” I pulled my legs up farther, almost pulling them off the bed, exposing my ass more. She stared down at me, and I could imagine she could almost see underneath. Her finger was still on my anus, and I felt her rub around it. “OK, good, after you get the hang of it, you can just do it by feel.”



“Got it.” She said. “Slippery, oral, good to go!”



“There’s one more way you could do it. It’s the most basic, but also the most, um, exposing? So I don’t know that it’s how you’d do it the first time, it depends on the guy. That’s doing it doggie-style. Just picture it. You can imagine.”



Chantelle took a deep breath, and took her hand from underneath my ass. “No, it’s my lesson. Show me. Please. I want to see it.” Chantelle’s voice dropped, and something in it was almost pleading when she said this.



“Are you sure? This is pretty, um, well, you’re definitely going to see a lot.” She nodded, flushed, shifting her eyes on my face now. “OK, I need to move one more time.”



Chantelle scooted back. With that, I rolled over onto my stomach, then slowly got on my hands and knees, with my ass pointing towards her. I heard her catch her breath, and felt her shift on the bed. Not sure what was going on – this was just a demo, after all – I just stayed still. I swear I could feel her eyes on my backside, then felt the bed shift again as she moved closer. I felt her hand on the top of my ass, and then I felt her pull my cheeks open. Then she was still again. I knew she was looking at places that no one had ever looked at for that long. “Hey, you OK back there?”



“Yes.” she almost sputtered. “It’s just… I’ve never been able to just look like this.”



Putting my head on the bed for balance, I reached back with one hand and pulled open the other butt cheek. I was totally exposed, and I had no doubt she could see everything there was to see. She made a small sound. “It’s OK, dirty girl, look all you want. It’s your lesson, it’s all yours.”



I heard her breathing heavily as she stared. She shifted on the bed, putting her left hand underneath me, grasping my very hard cock, then slid her right hand back up over my balls and onto my ass. She stroked along the sides of my crack, avoiding my anus until she got close and finally slid her finger over it. She traced the crack of my ass up to the top, then back down over my anus, all the way over the ridge between my balls and asshole. Her other hand was motionless on my cock as she rubbed all over my ass. Eventually I felt her finger back on my anus, pushing tentatively. I murmured, “Chantelle, you really need some lube if you want to play. Go ahead.”



Glancing back, I saw that she was flushed again. “I… I… really want to do you like this.”



“It’s OK, I’m not going anywhere.” With that, she reached over for the bottle of lube and squeezed some out onto her finger. She brought it back up to my ass and began to rub it into my anus. “Mmm,” I moaned a little to encourage her.



She squeezed a little more lube out, and continued rubbing. Now that she had the lube, she definitely knew how to get it ready. She circled my asshole, and slowly began pushing her finger in, very tentatively. “Is this OK?”



“More than OK, go ahead.” I was almost panting with excitement, and I could feel the pre-cum dripping out of my cock. I pushed back a little, feeling her respond by pushing a little more, and then I had to consciously relax to let her in. I could feel her finger penetrate me, first to one knuckle, then on until I felt her hand on my butt. I assumed her whole index finger was in now. “Oh, God, that does feel good.” I gasped.



She pulled out some, and then pushed back in. “Maybe a little more lube.” This time, she squirted it right on my ass where her finger was going in, and worked the lube around as she was working my ass.



“Better?” she said.



“Ooh, mmm, just take your time, I’m in no rush to go anywhere.”



Chantelle started wiggling her finger, moving it all around inside me. I could sense her watching as I pushed back against her, trying to get her deeper in. My cock was dangling underneath me, rock hard. After a minute, with her finger still playing in my ass, she reached under me and rubbed my cock a few times. She ran her fingers over my head, and then brought her hand around to my mouth. She fed me two fingers, and I sucked them in, tasting myself.



I can’t believe this is happening. Here I was, with two of Chantelle’s fingers in my mouth and one in my ass, after all this time. I swirled my tongue all around her fingers, then she withdrew and moved back down towards my cock again. She continued to finger me, and reached under to continue stroking my cock and balls. I kept pushing back, trying to get more until she finally pushed back with both hands and said, “You know, I can’t go in any further!”



With that, I sensed her reach down and pick up the vibrator. She brought it under me and held it against my cock, still keeping her finger in my ass. “But maybe that means you’re ready?”



“Mmm, I think so.”



Chantelle pulled her finger from my bottom. After what felt like it must have been 10 minutes with her finger in me, I felt empty. Glancing back, I could see Chantelle pick up the lube in one hand and squirt it over the vibrator in the other. She spread it around with one finger, then she glanced up at me.



“So are you really, really, ready?” She asked, smiling.



“Yes, damnit!” I replied. “I’m ready! Go ahead! Please!”



I felt her place the vibrator by my anus. I felt more lube squirt on my ass, I could feel more of it drip down my crack. My legs were trembling. Then I felt the end of the vibrator start to push in. It was a bit bigger than her finger, and she asked “What do I need to do, oh mighty teacher?”



“Just – push – gently… Oh! Move it around… Now let me… push back…”



She pulled out, letting some more lube drip onto my anus, and then put a little more pressure. I felt my ass starting to open, and I started to push back. “Just hold it – there,” I tried to relax, and pushed back. Suddenly I felt the first two inches slide in. “UH,” I moaned, and was very still for a few seconds while my body adjusted to the intrusion. Chantelle moved the vibrator around, very slowly, then pulled it out a little, and resumed her inward push.



“God, this is so hot,” she whispered. “Watching it go in.”



“Unh huh.” I gasped, still pushing back and trying to relax. There were a few inches in. Then it hit something. “Ooh, you need to angle it differently.” I reached back and took her hand, moving it up to aim the vibrator in my ass so it wouldn’t bottom out. Slowly, slowly, we worked it in, me pushing back, Chantelle sliding it out, then back in, until I felt the base of the vibrator touch my ass.



“It’s in all the way,” she whispered.



“I know. I can feel it.”



“How does it feel?”



“It’s… I’m full.”



Chantelle slid it out some, then back in quickly. “No,” I muttered. “Oh… just keep it in.” She started playing with the speed of the vibration, and pushing and wiggling the vibrator in my ass. “Oh, that’s it, that’s it.”



Holding the vibrator in one hand, Chantelle slipped one hand underneath me to my erection. She clearly had gotten a lot of lube on her hand, as her hand just slid along my shaft as she started to stroke me. “How’s that?”



“Oh, God, even better.” She continued to stroke me as she played with the vibrator in my ass. As I loosened up, she was able to more easily slide the vibrator in and out of me. She began timing its penetration to her strokes up and down my penis. And when she was in all the way, she’d kind of wiggle it around. “Oh, yah, like that,” I panted.



After only a minute or two, the sensations were getting intense, and I could feel my orgasm almost overtake me. I almost fell over doing it, but I had to reach down and grab her wrist. “No, stop, wait, please, slow down, slow down.” She got the hint and just held my penis still.



It still felt incredibly good, but I wanted this to last. And I wanted to touch her again too. “Wait, let me lie down.” She took her hand off my cock, and I rolled to my side, then onto my back, being sure the vibrator didn’t fall out. I reached out and could reach her thigh, but no farther. “Here, move up a little.”



Chantelle shifted so that she was lying on her side, kind of across my leg so she could reach the vibrator and my cock again. She put a little more lube on her hand and returned it to my shaft, taking the vibrator with her other hand. She ran her hand down over my balls, and back up. Closing my eyes, I could imagine that all she could see now would be a little bit of the vibrator emerging from my ass.



Chantelle was close enough now that I could reach out and run my hand up her thigh to her pussy. She propped one leg up, and I was amazed to find that she opened easily to my touch. She was warm, and wet, her juices running freely again.



“God, you are wet again.” She shivered as I ran a finger through her lips, dipping a little into her.



“Mmm. I’m not surprised. It’s the lesson.”



We lay like this for a few minutes, my hand playing in her pussy, while she stroked my penis and played with the vibrator inside me. She found she was able to take both hands off the vibrator, keeping it pushed against the bed, and use two hands on me, sometimes both on my shaft, sometimes one on my balls. I alternated between looking at her very wet pussy and down at her, where she seemed to be focused on my cock, and looking at the vibrator where it was inside me. She gripped it and slid a little bit in and out, but couldn’t get much motion because I was lying on it.



“I can’t really slide it in and out in this position.” She told me.



“Uh… It’s OK. Really. Just like that is good, just keep it in.” The vibrator was pushed all the way in, vibrating against me inside, and it felt great. Chantelle returned her attention to my cock and balls.



I knew I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. “Oh, I’m so close,” I muttered. “Just a little more.”



“I want to watch you come.” Chantelle said. I lifted my hips a little, thrusting through her hand, and she grabbed the vibrator, sliding it out a bit and back in. She began stroking my cock faster.



“Ohh!” I said, and she pulled the vibrator out further before pushing it fast back in. I pushed down on the bed, then lifted myself back up again for her to slide it out a little. “Ah.. Noo… Mm. Yes!” I pushed back down on the bed one final time, forcing the vibrator back as deep as it would go while she stroked me, and then I erupted. Jet after jet of come shot from my cock as I wriggled on the vibrator trapped inside me. Chantelle had me pointed upward, and my come splashed down on my belly and chest, and on her hand as she milked me. My hips bucked, my ass trying to push the vibrator out, my hips simultaneously pushing down on it to keep it in. I don’t know how many times I squirted, the spurts getting smaller, as Chantelle continued to forcefully stroke my cock until I couldn’t take it.

Alison had called me early on a Wednesday and was having a rough day and work and needed to do something to take her mind off of it. I suggested dinner and movie. She was ok with that but couldn’t get out of the office early so we decided to meet late. Alison lived in the same apartment complex that I did. In fact, she lived in the same building just on the opposite side and on the third floor. I was on the first. We hadn’t exactly been dating in the traditional sense. We were more like fuck buddies who spent an inordinate amount of time together.



Later in the afternoon, I decided that I wanted to spice up our outing, so I left work early and stopped at the local adult bookstore for a couple of items. This particular store had a good selection of toys. Finding what I was looking for didn’t take much time. I purchased my goods and headed to my apartment. I took a shower, shaved, got dressed and waited for Alison to arrive.



There was a knock at my door around eight o’clock. I opened it to find Alison wearing a nice red cocktail dress and black heals. Alison was hispanic and had medium length dark hair and large dark eyes. She had full lips and was on the voluptuous side. She looked great to me. I pulled her inside and gave her a long deep kiss. I fondled her breasts while I did it and let one hand slide up her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties under her dress so I ran a finger between her lips and across her clit, more to tease her than anything else.



“Rough day, huh?” She nodded and told me briefly about her work troubles. “I think I have a couple of things to help you keep your mind off it. Come with me.” She followed me back to the bedroom where I had stashed my haul from earlier. I opened the bag and pulled out two items. One was a remote controlled butterfly vibrator and the other was a small black butt plug. “You are going to wear these out for our date.” She tried to protest but it wasn’t with much enthusiasm. I had her bend over with her hands on the bed, ass out towards me but still standing. I pulled her dress up so I could see what I was doing. I took the butt plug first. There was some lube in the dresser which I retrieved. I let some drip out and it landed just above her asshole and slowly trickled down. I slowly pushed the butt plug in until it was firmly in place. “I want this to stay in during our entire date. No taking it out, understand?” She stood up and nodded. She was moving a little bit side to side trying to get comfortable. The butterfly I had gotten out earlier so I could get the batteries installed and make sure it worked. It was worn like panties with a little vibrating butterfly that rested over the pussy and clit. This model came with a little remote so that I could control the vibration intensity from about 20 feet away. I held the straps open so that she could step in. I pulled it up and adjusted the straps so it was in the correct position. With her dress back in place I looked up and asked if she wanted to see if it worked. She had her eyes wide and was smiling while biting her lower lip. She nodded. I set the remote to its lowest setting and hit the button. Alison straitened up right away. She now had an opened mouth smile and was moaning lightly.



“Good.” I stopped the vibrator and put the remote into my pocket. “Let’s get out of here. I’m hungry.” This was going to be fun.



We headed to a nondescript chain restaurant, the type that would have some sort of antique bicycle hanging from the ceiling or old license plates affixed on the wall over each booth. I specifically requested a table in the middle of the restaurant. Alison was walking more normally now, but I noticed she sat down somewhat gingerly. I had my hand in my pocket on the butterfly remote. When the hostess reached to hand Alison her menu, I hit the button. Alison sat up perfectly straight and missed the menu entirely. She recovered quickly, but shot me a look. The restaurant was about half full but there was enough noise that no one would be able to hear the soft buzzing coming from under Alison’s dress. After the look she shot me, I decided I would let the vibrator go for a while. She pretended to read the menu but her eyes would close periodically and she would hold her breath. By the time our waiter came to bring us our waters and take our order, Alison was just about to orgasm. As she tried to tell the waiter that she wanted a Cobb salad, I increased the intensity of the vibrator slightly. She got out the word ‘Cobb’ but ‘Salad’ was delayed. She gripped the sides of the table, closed her eyes and dropped her head slightly. She was holding her breath and I could tell that she was trying not to break out into uncontrollable shudders. The waiter looked over at me for an explanation but I just shrugged my shoulders like I had no idea what was happening. Alison looked up and locked eyes with me. She had definitely had an orgasm. I tuned off the vibrator for a moment and let her catch her breath while I ordered my dinner.



I decided to let her eat in peace, but when dessert arrived, I turned the vibrator back on. She tried to take a few bites but couldn’t continue eating. She was squirming in her chair and was beginning to draw looks from some of the other customers. I kept my head down and ate like nothing was wrong all the while increasing and decreasing the vibration intensity to keep her off guard. I couldn’t tell if she had climaxed or not, but at one point she got up and left for the bathroom. The range of the remote wasn’t long enough for the vibration to continue so she was getting a little break. When she returned to the table I gave the vibrator a start just to make sure it hadn’t been removed. She jumped just a little bit when I hit the button so it was clear she still had it. I made a trip to the bathroom myself. I was so aroused at this point, I almost stopped in one of the stalls and rubbed one out. But I held off. There was no since wasting that here in the restaurant by myself.



We left the restaurant and headed over to the movie theater. It was late at this point and there was only one movie that hadn’t started yet and it was hardly a new release. It had to have been in the last week of its theater run. Undaunted we bought our tickets and headed to the theater after a brief stop for movie snacks. This was not the newer theaters with stadium seating but still had the standard theater seats. We sat in the second to last row. As we were moving down the aisle, I reached up under Alison’s skirt to make sure the butt plug was still in place. It was. It was almost show time and the theater was empty except for us. I guess it pays to see movies late on a Wednesday.



The lights dimmed and the previews began. I started up the vibrator again and this time Alison began moaning much more loudly. Also, because I was sitting next to her now, she reached over and began rubbing my cock through my pants. I was hard as a rock at this point. The previews ended and the lights went fully down. No one else had entered the theater. It took Alison about 1.2 seconds after the lights went black to unzip my pants and pull my cock out. She leaned over and started giving me a blow job right away. She was ravenous and moaning like crazy from the vibrator. I reached behind her and started twisting the butt plug in an effort to stimulate her G spot. She started coming again and I could feel the plug move with each of her orgasmic spasms.



The theater was empty so I wasn’t overly concerned. What I failed to foresee was the theater usher who was doing his usually rounds. He clearly saw what was happening and stopped to look for just a second and then he left rather abruptly. I assumed this would be the end of our evening. I kept waiting for the manager to come in and unceremoniously remove us from our seats. What ended up happening though was that the usher came back for a longer view. He had one hand in his pocket and it was obvious he was playing with himself. I waived him over.



“Alison, I think our young friend here would like a blow job as well.”



She turned away from me a looked up at the usher who couldn’t be more that nineteen. She gave him a big grin and then unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. She started working on him and I played with the vibrator remote some more. I increased and decreased the vibration while she sucked him off. He was young and didn’t have a lot of staying power. He came within a minute or two.



“Make sure you swallow the whole thing,” I told Alison. “We don’t want our friend here to go back to work with anything on his clothes.” She licked him clean and then turned her attention back to me. Our usher friend excused himself without saying anything. She had just barely started when another college aged theater employee came in a looked down our row. I waived him over. “Looks like you have another one, Alison.” She smiled and turned around to help the young man out of his pants. As she started sucking on his cock, I glanced over to the left on my side of the row and saw the young woman who sold me the movie snacks looking my way with her hand rubbing herself over her pants. I nodded her over and she walked down the aisle until she got right next to me. I reached up and undid her pants and pulled them down below her knees. I reached behind her thighs with one arm and pulled her closer to me. She was fully shaved, I could now see and I went right in and started licking her pussy while she was still standing. She tasted fantastic. I got my tongue in between her lips and found her clit. She grabbed me by the back of my head and pushed my tongue against her. Alison was still sucking her guy’s cock but he had know taken a seat in the chair next to her’s and she was on her knees in front of him.



I certainly hadn’t anticipated the “Orgy at the AMC” when we started on this date but I was liking where this was heading. My concession girl was now really grinding her pelvis into my face. I kept my mouth where I thought I could do the most good, but she was gyrating so much I doubt I was helping all that much. I still had my cock sticking out of my zipper and it needed some attention. I grabbed my girl and spun her around and pulled her down so she was sitting on my lap. I grabbed her legs behind her knees and pulled them towards her chest to give me easier access to her. Once she was in position, I reached around and slid myself in her. I was so horny at this point, I almost exploded. She was young and tight and I was reaching the end of my control. I pounded her as hard as I could. She was almost screaming with each thrust.



Alison looked over and saw what was going on. I guess she decided I shouldn’t be the only on getting laid. She reached up under her dress and removed the butterfly but left the butt plug. She straddled her guy, facing him and slid herself onto his cock. She pulled out her breasts so he could suck on them while she started fucking him in earnest. She was grinding her hips back and forth taking all of his cock into her. I heard him grunt and Alison jumped off just in time to wrap her lips around the head of his cock while he came. Once again, she did not lose a drop. Her guy was done. He leaned his head back and shut his eyes for a minute probably to contemplate what had just happened.



Meanwhile, I was still fucking my little concession girl. Alison leaned over and started licking my cock on each stroke as it went into her. I couldn’t handle it any more and I came right inside her. I had been holding off for so long it felt like a geyser went off. The girl came too as Alison was now firmly sucking on her clit while I was still inside her. I slowly pulled out and Alison took me in her mouth. I was sensitive and started to shudder every time she would suck on the head of my cock. The girl too was spent. I gently moved her to the seat next to me that Alison had been in so she was next to the usher who was starting to come out of his stupor. I put my cock back in my pants and Alison retrieved her butterfly. At this point, we headed out, leaving to two theater employees in their respective chairs. The movie wasn’t done yet, but honestly, we had no clue what was happening, so there was no problem exiting early.



We had a short drive back to the apartment complex from the theater and headed to my apartment. I led her into the bedroom and removed her dress. I turned her around so her back was to me and bent her over the bed. She still had the butt plug in which I removed. I was getting aroused again. So far, I hadn’t really been able to play with Alison. She did give me a blow job in the theater but I hadn’t really been able to touch her. I got naked behind her, fully erect now. I went to the nightstand and retrieved some lube. I got behind her again and dipped some lube down the crack of her ass. I also added some directly to my cock and started to put it in her asshole. Usually this took some time, but since she had the butt plug in her all night, I slipped right in. I reached around with one hand and grabbed her breasts and tweaked her nipples a little. I reached down between her legs and was going to rub her clit as I fucked her from behind but she grabbed my hand a pulled it away. I think all the butterfly action had made it too sensitive for that. I decided I would just concentrate on what I was doing. Alison was getting tired and had moved down so her stomach was on the bed but her legs were hanging over the side still. I used this to get better leverage by leaning over her with my hands on the bed next to her shoulders. I was able to get in deeper now and was fucking her hard. Each stroke was harder than the last. Alison was screaming now with every pump, like I might split her in two. I had already come once today, so the second time usually took a bit longer. A couple of minutes later and I was ready to cum. I fucked her as hard I as could for the last few seconds and then exploded deep in her ass. I kept slowing moving my cock in and out, not wanting to really be done, but not having the energy to keep going. Eventually I pulled out and flopped down on the bed.



After a couple minutes of silence, I looked over at Alison who had pulled herself fully up on the bed and was laying next to me. She had her eyes closed and was breathing deeply but wasn’t fully asleep. I ran my hands lightly over her still naked body giving her goosebumps which prompted her to pull the cover up around us. With the stress of her workday now a thing of the past, Alison fell asleep with a little smile on her face. Date night appeared to be a complete success.

Authors note: This is the first chapter of a series, from A to Z. So I hope you enjoy reading it, as much I’ve enjoyed writing it. And send some feedback about what you liked or didn’t like. All comments will be taken in consideration, to improve my writing on the next chapters.



I have to thank Adam and Sarah for their help and motivation.



The story is totally fictional, and all the characters are over 18, and just a figment of my imagination.




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Part 1 (The bet.)



It had been a long night, but it seemed that it would be over soon.



The room was dark, the lamp only shed its light on the green cloth of the poker table, a big pile of chips sat in the middle, and the flop read 4 of clubs, king of hearts and 10 of diamonds.



On the right side of the table, a big muscular hand, played with a couple of chips, picking them up, and putting them down, finally it stopped and threw them in the center pile, then reached for a small glass which was half full of a vintage whisky, lifted it up to the lips, brushing a little in the heavy beard.



The man was middle aged, bulky and had a black cowboy hat with a golden strip ,black satin shirt with golden embroidery and long sleeves, black denim jeans and black cowboy boots with golden spurs.



The man took a sip and then put it back on the table.



“5000,” said the dealer.



On the left side, a more delicate hand picked up the corner of the cards and then set them down, reaching for some chips it flicked them in the middle with no hesitation.



“I call.”



The dealer picked the next card, set it on the table and turned it.



“Turn card, 4 of hearts.”



A big smile started to breach through the thick beard.



“All in!” a strong voice said.



And with both hands, pushed the remaining piles forward.



On the other side, there was a young man with a black baseball cap with a green clover, brown leather jacket, black t-shirt, dark blue denim jeans, and brown suede shoes.



He had a different feeling however, the “cowboys” hidden below, were a good hand but, the smile on the other man’s face, started to put doubts on his poker face.



But this guy was a gambler, and he did his math, his full house was good enough, but even if his opponent had a pair of fours hidden, the river could bring another king and he would have the upper hand.



So after he rubbed the side of his head and sunglasses, he decided.



“All in, lets see it.”



The bearded man picked up the fours and turned them upside on the table.



The younger man on the other side showed his pair, and said, “Well, I figured, but I hope lady luck is on my side.”



“You need it son,” said the older man, as he picked up, the glass. He took it to is mouth, and with one flick of the wrist, poured it all inside. After the glass was drained he lowered his hand onto the table hard and said, “Let’s find out!”



The dealer placed the final card on the table, and turned it.



“River card, ace of spades.”



A look of dismay filled the young man’s face, and across the table a loud laughter echoed.



“It seems this lady has deserted you.”



This was the worst way the night could end. He came into this high stakes game to win, and repay his debt to the casino.



The owner was the other man on the table, and now he started to rub is hands.



“Well my friend, looks like you are in a bit of trouble. You started with a debt of $10,000, now it has doubled, and this was your deadline, so…” he leaned forward, and continued, “I don’t know, how you can repay me!”



Behind his sunglasses there was fear is his eyes, but he was trying to figure some way out of the hole he dug, and realized, he still had one card to play.



He reached inside the pocket of his jacket, and grabbed a little black book. He threw it on the table, and said, “Poker of queens, I win!”



The big bearded man, frowned looking surprised, but then changed into a smirk, and said, “Funny guy, I realize it’s April fools’ day, but you can’t fool me that easy!” and shook his finger left and right.



“Double or nothing!” the young man said in a very affirmative voice.



“What do you mean by that?!” he leaned back on his chair, and pointed at the young man’s face, “You lost pal!” and then pointed at book on the table, “And I don’t think that little back book is worth $20,000.”



The young man kept is posture and gave a rebuttal, “That book has the names of dozens of girls I dated.” he said pointing at the book, “And I bet you,” now he pointed at the casino owner, “I can bring them over to your casino and make them earn $1,000 each,” he said, picking $100 chips, “And then I’ll give it to you, until I repay my debt!” he said, throwing the chips across the table.



The bearded man knew he was a real womanizer that drew the ladies like a powerful magnet, so he figured, it wouldn’t be hard for him to do that part of the bet, but he still had to make them win $1,000 each, and that could prove to be more difficult, but not impossible, still he thought he could have a little more fun with it and still earn a little interest on that debt, so he proposed,



“Ok, I’ll take you up on that bet, but to make a bit more interesting, I have some conditions,” he lifted his hand, and showing one finger for each one, he continued, “1st- You can only bring one girl per day, 2nd- You can’t play with her money, only her, 3rd- You can only play one game per day, (ex: Poker, Blackjack, Roulette, Slots, Dice, etc), 4th- You must fuck them all in our private penthouse and we’ll tape it just to make sure, and finally…”



He lifted off his chair just enough to reach the black book, grabbed it and sat back, turned a couple of pages, then looked up and continued, “Since you want to play by the book,” he said with a smirk, “5th- You have to follow the order of the alphabet, and bring only one for each letter, and it ends only when our cashier receives the $1000 chip they won.”



He heard it all and swallowed a frog, that would be harder than he thought, so he tried to make a counter offer. “Maybe, if I…” but was interrupted by the strong voice.



“No maybes, TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT!!!” he said as he hit his fist on the table.



The young man knew he had no other way out of this, so he did the only thing he could do at this point, he slowly lifted himself up off his chair, reached out, and said, “Can I have my black book back?”



The other man answered, “Of course! You’ll need it, and remember, if you don’t follow the rules, the deal will be off, so I better write them down.”



He picked up the black book, that was lying on the table and grabbed a pen from the pocket of his black satin shirt, pushed the button on top, and after the click, he started writing on a blank page.



Then he wrote the date and signed it, then dropped the pen and lifted his hand with his finger pointing at the young man, curled it, and said, “It’s your turn.”



He moved towards the other end of the table, and when he got there, picked up the pen and signed below the owners name. He then closed the book and put it back on its jacket pocket, setting the pen back on the table. He turned and started to head for the door, but was interrupted by the strong voice.



“Where are you going?”



He stopped, turned and said, “I think we’re done, right?”



“Wrong! I still haven’t told you the deadline.”



“Of course!” he lifted his hands to his forehead and immediately dropped them down, looking at the other man with an expression of anguish.



“You have exactly one month, starting now!” he said with his finger sticking up, and then, pressing it down on the table, “To come up with the goods, or else my friends here,” pointing at the two black goons who were standing by the door, “Will sent you to your mother in a little box, GOT IT?!” and pressed his finger on the young man’s gut.



“Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want, even if have to screw my mother, to get it. OK?” he said angrily.



A loud laughter filled the room, and was followed by,”Whatever way you like,” then raised his voice to say, “As long I get my money back!” he said, as he slammed his hand on the table, “Now get this piece of shit out my sight.”



With those words, one of the goons grabbed his arm, while the other opened the door.



“Easy, easy, I know my way out,” but he still was carried through a corridor and thrown flying out of a backdoor into an alley.



Fortunately he crashed on top of some trash bags, with leftovers from the kitchen, and besides some stains in his clothes, he had no injuries.



As he stood up on his feet, he realized a new day was dawning.



++++++++++



Part 2 (A man on a mission.)



He tried to get some sleep, but the details of the bet, were still going through his head, and he was trying to piece them all together.



“Knock, Knock!”



The sound of knuckles on the door, alerted him, and from under the covers he groaned, “What?!”



“It’s almost 6 p.m. son, and you’re still in bed. Where were you last night?” his mother said while opening the door and walking in. She knew he was all grown up now, but it was just something all moms do.



“Oh, shit!” he realized it was getting late and still had a lot of planning to do.



“Watch your language young man!” she said with a reproving look.



“Sorry mom, got to run!” and with a leap he sprang out off bed into the bathroom.



After all the washing up, he went looking for the precious black book. It was in the pocket of his jacket as well as his cell phone. With one in each hand he jumped on the bed and started dialing.



About a hour later he had already a dozen girls lined up across the alphabet but there were still many blanks to fill.



Another hour had gone and the list was almost complete, this time only a handful of gaps were still on the list, but it was time to meet the first “victim”, and so he went to get dressed to “kill”.



He was a very good looking guy, above 6’0″ft tall, tanned and trimmed. He wore a tight black t-shirt, showing off his abs and chest, a dark grey suit and some sleek black shoes.



He picked the car keys from the dresser, then looked up to the mirror and winked. Then he adjusted his dark brown 007 style haircut, and caressed his clean shaved face.



He grabbed the sunglasses from the bedside table, placed them on his face, and pointed at the heart of his reflection, pretending to shoot the man on the mirror.



Then raised the index finger to his mouth, gave it a blow, then buried it down its pants pocket, and after a final glance rushed out of the bedroom.



“Bye mom, don’t wait up!” he said hastily, and before his mom could say anything the front door slammed shut.



In the driveway sat a beautiful black mustang, which his mother gave him on his 18th birthday. He had always been a momma’s boy, being a single child and all.



His mother raised him on her own, since his dad never stepped up to the plate. Truth be told, she was still a teen when she got pregnant, so the guy didn’t want to get that weight on his shoulders, and dumped her.



He sat down behind the wheel and adjusted the rear-view mirror to glance again, as the convertible roof went down. He turned the key and the engine came alive, that growl was music to his ears. He loved to feel that raw power under him, and felt like a warrior riding his stallion into the battlefield.



He put it in reverse, and backed up onto the road and after another loud roar, vanished in the evening traffic.



++++++++++



He drove up to the first girl’s condo and parked right by the front door. He gave two honks and waited. About 5 minutes later she emerged from the gray tower building. Like him she too was dressed to impress. She was about 5’7″ft tall, and wore nothing more than a fiery red dress, and matching purse.



From the collar descended two pieces of sparkling cloth covering only her two pomegranates. They joined to form a V shape which flowed down to her waist, the bottom of the dress was a very short red shining fabric, going from her waist just to 5 inches over the end of her firm round butt, showing off her long thick legs, which stood on 5 inch red shiny stilettos. Her hair was dark brown, with locks of copper, and was long enough that it almost reached her big round breasts in front and in the back fell in waves that went from the back of her head down her shoulders and covered almost half of her bare back.



“Hi April!” he said, as he waved to her.



“Hi Zach! Can’t wait for our night to start!” she shouted and giggled as she approached the car.



He got out off the car, and walked across the front of the ride, over to the other side, grabbed the handle and opened the door for her.



“Always the gentleman!” she said as she landed her cherry lips on his, for a tender kiss.



They broke it off after a couple of seconds, and he answered, “Always!”



He helped her get inside the car, as he closed the door leaned over to her ear and whispered, “You look like you’re on fire!”



And she answered, “I’m on fire alright, burning inside!” she said as she gave him a “killer” look, as he sat beside her. This time she grabbed the back of his head and sunk her tongue in his mouth, for a wet kiss. He realized she couldn’t wait much longer and broke the kiss to say, “Let’s go put that fire out!”



He buckled up then shifted into gear and burned some rubber as he sped down the lane.



++++++++++



The waves of her hair flowing in the wind looked like flames bursting from a bush fire, and he could almost feel the heat erupting from her tanned skin. He reached for her thigh and as he touched her it sent shivers up their spines. For him it was because her soft skin was really hot, and for her it was because she was just waiting for his touch. She immediately pressed her right hand against his and started to move it up her skirt, they stared for a moment in each others brown eyes, and then he said, “You are really HOT!”



“I know, told you I was burning!”, and with a look that seemed she was eating him with her eyes, she continued to move his hand up her legs until it reached her secret garden. In fact it wasn’t that secret since there was just a little inverted triangle of pubic hair covering its entrance. She pressed his hand onto her mound and he slid his finger inside her. She let out a groan of desire. He could feel her pussy juices waterfall onto his fingers, and gave thanks they were arriving at their destination. He parked the car, in the casino garage, and then both rushed to the elevator.



After the door opened, he pressed the button with a (P). As the doors closed, she was climbing over him. Since she had no underwear, his hands grabbed her bare buttocks, and his mouth went searching for her hard nipples. She was moaning and groaning, and rubbing against his chest, and then said “OH GOD, I want you, so BAD!”, in a pleading sigh. Fortunately the doors opened just in time and he rushed inside the penthouse, dropping her on her back on the king size bed.



The bed had a metal frame, so he knew it would survive all the rocking and knocking they were about to cause. The cover was white cotton, and the cushions and sheets were white satin. There was a mirror on the ceiling behind which was a camera, and on the other end of the wire was the casino owner watching all of this unfold on the screen of his computer. This could have been a porn film and no one would have known the difference.



He had stripped off her tiny dress, and she had taken off his jacket and t-shirt, by now his tongue was working unrelentingly on her big round breasts and purple hard nipples. Meanwhile, he had two fingers inside her slit, and his thumb rubbing her clit. All of this was too much for her and she shouted as high as she could, “OHHHHH YESSSSSS!!!” then crossed her legs, trapping his hand, and sunk her red nails into his back.



And now it was his turn to shout, “AHHHHHHHHH”. This was a shout of pain though, as he felt her nails pierce through his skin. He lifted himself and tried to release his hand, as she squirmed and rolled her eyes. As the waves of pleasure were dying down inside her, she released his hand, and he used it to undress himself.



As she came back from her high, she looked at his naked body standing on the end of the bed, and whispered, “Come here, I want to feel your cock!”



He went around the side of the bed, and she crawled right up to his joystick, grabbed it and started to lick the tip, then slowly moved her tongue around it, and up and down, as it went down her mouth. He grabbed her head and started to push it down his shaft, until she started gagging. He pulled her head back, looked into her eyes and said, “Lick my balls!”, and pushed her head back down. She did as he told her, and licked and sucked his bag of beans like a popsicle. After a while, he felt a tingling down there and gasped, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”



She brought her mouth to the tip of his cock, and with her right hand stroke it up and down, looked up to him and said in a childish manner, “I want my milkshake!”



He tried to laugh, but all he could say was, “OH MY GOD!”, her incitement was all it took, and his balls squeezed and then started to pump his milk. She took his dick, inside her mouth and started to suck him hard, until the protein milkshake started fountaining out of his cock. She swallowed it all and after licking his cock clean, said, with a smile, “Mmmm, yummy!”



“I’m glad you liked it, cause now it’s my turn to drink some pussy juice!”, and as he said it, jumped on the bed, and dove right into the middle of her legs.



As he started to lick her big pink lips, she gasped, and then said “Oh baby, you make me feel so good!” and gently started to stroke the back of his head, pushing it down. He swirled his tongue all over her big lips, then when she spread her legs wider, he moved to her small lips and then into the love tunnel, sticking is tongue out as far as he could, to get all of her juices and quench his thirst, and finally, came out to suck and lick her very hard clit.



She was wiggling her legs around and still stroking his head, moaning and groaning until suddenly, she grabbed his hair, pulled his head up, and looking at him with devilish eyes, ordered him, “I want your cock, NOW!!!”



He looked at her with astonishment, but after a couple of seconds, he felt his cock throbbing, and followed her order, with pleasure. He slid right into her bat cave, and started to pound her softly, picking up speed with each thrust.



In the middle of their groans, she gasped and said, “Yeah baby! Give it to me! Harder! HARDER!” He started to feel the tingling on his balls again, and that made him pound her even harder and faster.



She was arching her back, crossing her legs behind him, making him, go even deeper, and shouting, “OH YEAH! OH YEAH! OH YES BABY! I’M CUMMMIN’! I’M CUMMMMMMIN’!!!”



He couldn’t hold it much longer and as she screamed, “AHHHHHH!!!”, and sunk her nails on his back again, he exploded inside her, and kept pumping her, as tears, of a mix of pain and pleasure started to roll down his face.



He fell exhausted on top of her and dozed off, making up for the sleep he was missing from the night before. After a couple of minutes, of laying there motionless under him, she started to recover from the huge orgasm she had, and pulled back from him.



She suddenly heard a snort, and realized he was sleeping like a log, so she gave him a peck on the cheek and headed for the bathroom, when she flicked on the lights she was amazed. It was a huge bathroom, with the walls and floor, made of pink marble, on the left side was an oval bathtub, in white porcelain, big enough to fit a couple side by side, with big scented candles on each corner of the outside rectangle. On the right side was a white porcelain washbasin, a big oval mirror with golden framing, behind which was another camera linked to the owners computer, and golden lamps on each side. On the far side of the bathroom, was a sliding door leading to a balcony, which also had access from another sliding door in the bedroom.

She couldn’t believe it. He had given her one of his shirts! It was a graphic tee with a big Storm Trooper popping out against the grey fabric. The Empire Strikes Back was printed in purple next to the image. She loved it not only because Star Wars was her favorite series, but because he had given it to her. She always felt a twinge of attraction to this boy. She was unsure why, though. He was balding at twenty-three, a bit on the chubby side. It must have been his personality. He was sweet and funny and genuine. He brought out the nerd in her, which she loved. But she could never be with him. Just for the fact that she him more as a brother figure; it would be to weird.



But that didn’t stop her from bringing the fabric of the shirt to her face and gently inhaling his scent. She never really paid attention to the way he smelled before. The shirt smelled sweet, sort of like cherries. She did recognize the scent though, from when they would hug. She inhaled the sweet scent again and felt a twitch in between her legs.



She had been horny since she had gotten out of the shower nearly six hours before. She had even masturbated, but that had only made things worse. So she sighed and got dressed and then went over to the guys house. He sat playing video games and she watched while she did miscellaneous things on her laptop. When it was time for her to leave he gave her the shirt. He claimed it was to small for him, and she said it would fit her perfectly.



And now the scent of his shirt was driving her pussy wild. She tugged off the top she had been wearing and replaced it with his. The smell enveloped her as she pulled it over her head, causing another twitch from below. She smoothed her hands up and down her torso, fondling her breasts and tugging at her nipples. Her breathing got heavier and her pussy got wetter. She let herself glide one hand down her stomach and under the waist band of her lace underwear. She couldn’t believe how wet she was! Her finger circled around her clit and then moved up and down her slit. She teased herself until didn’t want to take it anymore. She slid a finger in her slick entrance. She let out a quiet moan and moved her middle finger back and forth inside her. Her other hand had found its way pass the lace and was now rubbing her hard clit. A light layer of sweat had formed on her skin as her arms and fingers increased and decreased their movement.



At one point the fingers inside her began to cramp. She pulled them out and licked them clean, savoring her sweet juices. She reached over to the side of her bed where she kept her “personal” items: condoms, lube, and her trusted purple vibrator. It was a simple one, with five settings, plus a little nub sticking out for clitoral stimulation. She usually didn’t dare use it when someone was home, but she needed it tonight.



She grabbed a soft towel from her clothes hamper and placed it under herself. Then she grabbed the bottle of lube. This lube was her favorite. It had a cool to warm formula which always made her insides tingle, and it smelled like mint. She squeezed the minty gel onto the vibrator and rubbed it around with her finger. She turned the toy on the lowest setting and moved around her begging entrance, slowly pushing it in. She had to bite her lip to suppress the moan that the new sensation and fullness caused. She moved the toy in and out, she switched to the third speed at one point. But she needed more. Her body was writhing and she knew she was close, but she needed something else.



That’s when the lubed up finger slid past her pussy and down to her ass. Nervousness struck her. She was never this horny, never this desperate for pleasure. But she poked at her asshole. Using the lube and her own juices, she got the tip of her middle finger in comfortably. She moved it in short, slow strokes. That was exactly what she needed. She turned the vibrator up to the last setting and started simultaneously pumping her two holes. The triple stimulation was what she needed. She nuzzled her nose under the shirt that smelled like cherries. The shirt that had began all of this. The shirt that was going to be what she breathed in when she came. She let her last moan escape and her insides clenched against the toy and her finger. She switched the vibrator off and slowly removed it and the finger from her ass. She whimpered from the emptiness.



She smiled down at her new favorite shirt.



The End.

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