Fetish Sex Stories

A Country Posting

2009-06-30T05:00:00.000-07:00

I'd left the city to take up a position at a country nursing post, after a failed romance, some ten months ago. My duties where not arduous, and I had plenty of time on my hands, as although the population were predominately elderly they where by and large a healthy lot. Due to my experience in the city, and the lack of eligible males, I had formed no partnerships since my arrival. Being sexually active I found relief in satisfying my urges with masturbation and found this satisfactory enough under the circumstances.

My quarters where part of the complex but were private and isolated from the clinic, this enabled me to indulge my fantasy's undisturbed. Since childhood, rubber had held a fascination for me, with an early memory of rubber panties and a mackintosh cot sheet to the present day, with my expansive collection of latex clothes and "mackintosh" sheeting, collected from all over the world.

The nights where my own and I would dress for dinner each night, then after the meal indulge myself to orgiastic climax.

One of my favorite costumes was my special nursing uniform, in fact one day it was nearly my undoing. I had put it on and went into the clinic for some other bit and pieces I'd forgotten earlier. I was startled by the night bell ringing and automatically went to open the door. It was Joan, the local Postmistress wanting her standard medication, having been unable to come in during normal hours.

Of all the people to see me in my special uniform she was the last one I wanted, as I felt she new of my secret passion, although never saying anything, about the items arriving for me by post. She looked at me as the light reflected off the shiny latex surface of my uniform and apron with a knowing look, but said nothing. Having dispensed the medication she left and I closed up with a sigh of relief.

Carrying the items I had gone to fetch I returned to my quarters. Regaining my composure I ensured I could not be overlooked by closing the curtains. Repairing to my bedroom I slumped down on the mackintosh covered bed, placing my hand on my pubic area I gently rubbed and felt my latex panties become slippery. Standing up I changed the latex gloves, raised the front of my uniform, pulled the panties down my thighs to expose my bottom, then some lubricant enabled me to insert the new anal vibrator into my rectum, with the control wires held to one side I snuggled the latex panties up to hold it all in place.

Lowering the dress and latex apron I lay on my side on the bed with my face turned into the mackintosh to absorb the wonderful odor. Stroking my nipples through the thin latex brought them erect, then on low speed I let the vibrator stimulate my rectum, the slow movement was very soothing and waves of pleasure wafted over me, an increase in speed produced almost the same sensation as a penis thrusting back and forth, slowly with out even touching my vagina I reached a very satisfactory climax, almost as good as the real thing.

Divesting my self of my special uniform, and only in my latex panties, I dried and powdered the latex uniform before hanging it in my special closet, thence into the shower. Removing my panties, vibrator, cleaning myself and drying off only took a few minutes, a dash of powder and then naked into my mackintosh bed sheets my nipples brushing the top sheet roused me but tiredness won and I drifted off into a deep refreshing sleep.

Some days later the Postmistress brought a package in that I'd ordered from Germany, listed as medical equipment, on which there was some customs duty to pay. She wanted to know why I was buying medical items when all was supposed to be supplied to the clinic from the main hospital, I fobbed her off saying it was for personal use, She hadn't the gall to pursue her queries but gave me a sly look as she left.

On opening the package in the privacy of my rooms the most delightful things were revealed, panties with attachments, smocks and tops all in transparent latex. I had ordered both male and female attachments as the female panties did not come with an anal dildo.

I could hardly wait to explore the erotic enjoyment that they should provide but I still had the rest of the day to get through. Just as my thought were turning to my evenings entertainment, the local policeman brought in a traffic accident victim. The young man had fallen from his bicycle and had some grazing to his face and forehead, a nasty gash to his right hand and was shaken up a bit. I told Officer Thompson I would take care of him and would keep him in the clinic overnight in the two bed ward we had.

Left alone I looked at him and found him to be in his late teens and rather nice looking, starting to clean him up, He smiled and thanked me saying his name was John. He was a bit vague but there were no signs of concussion, the grazes where superficial but the hand required sutures, I left him in the dressing area to get the necessary items.

On my return, due to my fetish, and sensitive to such things, I noticed the box of latex exam gloves had been moved, John looked bashful and blushed when I asked him if he had touched them, he looked away and said no but I new he was fibbing. I proceeded with the sutures and dressed the hand, then telling him it was to keep his hand dry while he washed up, I very gently pulled one of my special latex gloves on that reached to his elbow. He went bright red and said how lovely it was.

I ignored his comment but my heart gave a flutter and I could feel my vagina moisten. Having cleaned up I led him to my rooms rather than the ward and said he could use the small bedroom. He went to the bathroom to wash up and was a lot longer than I thought he would have been, I noticed that the erection that had been pushing at the front of his pants, was no longer showing and drew my own conclusions as to what he had been doing as well as washing up.

Either way when I came to use him I didn't want him to go off too soon. After I had changed into my full length latex gown, a pale transparent silver blue, we sat to table and ate, he could not keep his eyes off me, or rather my dress. He plucked up enough courage to say how nice it looked, I said I thought he would after the latex glove incident earlier. Then I told him that I understood what he had been doing in the bathroom, but I could please him very much more.

We finished our meal, taking him by the hand I said that tonight I would nurse him due to his injury, so he was to relax, but should there be anything that offended him to say so, likewise anything that he wanted me to do, not to be shy in asking. Reaching my bedroom I undressed him, got him to lay on the mackintosh sheeting, then put a little powder in a pair of latex panties, by the time I had pulled them up to his groin, his flaccid member had become rigid.

Taking a little KY jelly I lubricated his anus, inserting my finger to gauge his reaction as I did so, the responsive back thrust let me know in no uncertain terms. He asked me to carry on with that, so pulling the front of the panties over his penis, I slowly worked his rectum and prostate. He was face down and moaning into the mackintosh sheeting, then I felt his ejaculation starting, a slow push in his bottom brought on the climax and he shuddered as his seamen sprayed into the latex panties. I was wet with desire in my own latex panties and with a few quick rubs I was into orgasm.

His breathing eased and he rolled onto his back, pulling down the panties I was amazed at the amount of seminal fluid he had produced, a damp sponge was needed rather than paper tissues. Having cleaned him up he asked that I rub his penis with my gloved hands and some lubricant, I did just as he asked, with his left hand he caressed my latex sheathed bottom which was rather nice, steady strokes soon had him on the brink of orgasm, rolling a condom on to his turgid penis I caught the emission before he could soil the mackintosh sheet under him.

Cleaning him up again I put a heavy duty sheath on his penis which was still firm and asked if he would pleasure me by putting his penis in my bottom, he said yes. Some KY jelly facilitated his entry and with long slow strokes he proceeded to indulge me. Having brought him off twice before paid off as he continued to give me orgasm after orgasm before he collapsed in climax himself, the feel of his diminishing member as he withdrew was delicious.

A Company Man

2009-06-29T05:00:00.000-07:00

As I sit here covered with cum, I am still trying to figure out how I got in this situation in the first place.

It started two days ago. My boss had called me to his office and informed me that I was going to have to attend a business convention in San Diego, which would begin on Monday. Further, reservations had already been made for me on a flight departing Saturday at 10 AM. There would be no need to make hotel reservations, as I would be staying at the home of the company's west coast regional manager. Then, he handed me a packet and told me to study it. I stared at him wondering what to say. I had made plans for the weekend and they didn't include a trip to San Diego. Also, I knew that this was a trip that he had always made himself. He had told his entire staff that he didn't trust us to represent the company at this very important meeting. He had always returned with the upcoming strategy for the next fiscal year. So why was I being sent? I must have voiced the thoughts running through my mind as he quickly answered me. "You are being sent because I said you are going. Now, as it's already Friday afternoon, I suggest you go finish up your current workload and get ready to leave tomorrow. Don't let me down!"

Leaving the office, my mind was rushing with even more questions. I had not thought I was that high in my boss's esteem to be selected to attend this meeting. On the other hand, I had a date with a lady I had just started dating. I had met her while I was sitting in a Chinese restaurant eating dinner by myself. She had sat at the table next to me. We started talking and the next thing I knew, we were back in her hotel room having the best sex I had had in quite some time. She wasn't always in town and this weekend she was. Damn it, of all the bad luck! "Fuck, this really sucks," I thought, dreading the call I would have to make telling her that I wouldn't be around tomorrow.

Finishing up early, I headed for home. After dinner, I packed what clothes I figured I'd need for a week. Cleaned up and was set for my trip except the one phone call I didn't want to make. I walked into the living room and sat down. Dialing Karen's number, the phone rang once before she picked up. After talking for a bit, I was ready to break the bad news but, before I could say anything, she told me that she would not be able to make it this weekend. She was just too busy at work and couldn't get away. I told her that I would be gone too. I was off to a meeting in California and wouldn't be back until next weekend. There was obvious disappointment both of our voices. I suggested we meet the following weekend. "It's a date!" she said. We talked awhile then said good-bye.

I headed for bed and went to sleep. The next morning I arose, got dressed and headed for the airport. There I caught my plane for San Diego and the conference. Arriving in San Diego, I was met by a chauffer who drove me to the estate of the Regional Manager. There I was escorted to my room by the butler. Nothing happened that first night. Dinner was a buffet affair in which I met most of the other conference attendees from across the US, Canada, the UK, and Australia. The meeting was scheduled to start on Sunday at 1PM, which I found to be fairly strange as it isn't standard business practice in the US to do that. But hey, they pay my salary so I didn't ask any questions. Besides, the sooner this was over the sooner I'd be back home and meeting Karen again. I can almost taste her pussy. The clear juices which end up running down my chin, as she gets extremely wet. The feel of my cock buried in her very tight pussy. It clenching my cock and draining its cum into it.

But I digress, and least I forget my tale, let me continue.

The meeting on Sunday went very well. In fact, it went almost too well for my way of thinking. What should have taken at least 2-3 days had taken one afternoon. All that occurred was the CEO of the company handed out a set of instructions for each region. He explained quietly but with authority that our mission and goal for the company was to fulfill the requirements as laid out in the fiscal plan that each of us now held in our hands. Anything less and we would need to find new employment. Following that short speech, the company's vice president went through a short presentation on the overall goals of the new fiscal plan. The meeting was concluded and we were each told that transportation to the airport would be ready within one hour. Don't be late.

I walked back to my room totally confused. In my mind, that presentation and the fiscal plan could have been delivered or mailed to each office throughout the world with a lot less fanfare or drama then this meeting. Oh well, it's not my money. I walked into my room and quickly packed my suitcase and garmet bag. In the room there was a small table and on the table was a champagne glass and small ice bucket with a very small bottle of Champagne in it. A note in front of the Champagne said, "Thank you for attending, good luck in the year to come!" I laughed, opened the bottle, poured it into the glass, toasted the company, and drank the contents. I was ready to leave. Picking up my bags, I took two steps towards the door. My head begin to swim and my world went black.

I awoke. I felt weak and was certain that I had been drugged. Why? My head finally cleared enough for me to sit up in bed. Looking at the clock I noticed that it was 5 hours after I had first entered the room. As I sat up, I realized that I was also naked. "How had that happened?" I thought. Turning on a light, I then found out that my bags were missing. And there on the table was now a matching pair of black panties and a bra, a black garter belt and black stockings. A note was also on the table. I got up and walked to the table and there read the note. "Put these on and come to the dining room at 10PM. If you do not, you will not enjoy the consequences of your actions." "What the hell?" "Not enjoy the consequences of not wearing women's lingerie?" "This is ridiculous! I said out loud." It wasn't 2 seconds after I said that that the phone near my bed rang. I went over and answered it. "Hello," I said, almost yelling into the phone. "What the hell is going on?" I growled. A man's voice I didn't recognize said, "You will put the clothes on as instructed or your family will be notified that you were in an automobile accident and unfortunately killed." Then, the line went dead. Now, I was beginning to get scared. I picked the phone up to call the police, but there was no dial tone. My cell phone was gone. Well, I can always just wrap myself in a sheet and get out of here. Which is exactly what I did. I got as far as the door. A guard stood there. He shoved me back in the room and said, "Do what the boss ordered you to do, now!" And the door slammed shut.

"Stay calm," I thought. "Just put on the clothes and go find out what this is all about." So, I went to dress myself. I slipped on the bra and the panties. Then slid on the garter belt and fastened it. Each stocking went up each leg and I fastened them to the garters. I found myself straightening the back hem of the stockings and stopped. Well, here goes.

I went to the door and opened it. The guard looked at me. His eyes went up and down and he said with a grin, "See, not so bad, is it?" I frowned at him and went off to the dining room. It was almost 10pm. As I entered I found myself in a long room that was dominated by a huge table. Arranged around the table were 24 chairs. 11 of the chairs were occupied. I recognized at once that the CEO, the Vice President, and all of the regional managers were present except the Southwest Regional Manager, my region. "Sit down, Jack or should I say, Jackie, said the CEO with an glint of humor in his eyes. I moved to one of the two empty chairs at the end of the table and had a seat.

I was then introduced to each individual at the table. Every one was either a brother, son, or son-in-law of the CEO. I was then told to go around the table and shake everyone's hand. I got up and started for the first one. As I shook his hand, he reached forward and stroked my cock. "Nice package," he said. That continued to happen as I shook each person's hand in turn. They would feel, stroke or otherwise play with my body in some way. When I got to the CEO, he told me that with him, it would be different. I asked why? And he told me because instead, I was to get on my knees. I looked at him and said, "No!" I found a hand on each shoulder and was forced to my knees. Two of the regional managers had come up behind me and positioned themselves on either side of me. I know was on my knees in front of the CEO. Looking at me, he said, "You know what to do next. Don't you, Jackie?"

He smiled and reaching down unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. I felt a hand press the back of my head and my mouth was moved to his cock. A voice behind me said with some humor, "Now suck it, Jackie" I started to refuse by not opening my mouth. But to no avail, I felt the edge of a knife on my throat. I opened my mouth and started sucking. I knew that I had better get him off, so I started to work. My tongue played up and down the hardening shaft. My hands came up and I played with his balls. Then, gently I sucked each ball in turn into my mouth. Finally, my mouth covered the tip of his cock and my tongue flicked at the soft underside of the head. He moaned. I then let the shaft slide deep into my mouth. I could taste his precum. I moved my head up and down. My tongue played with the head at times. Other times, I sucked hard on the cock. Finally, with a yell, I felt his cock contract and then explode as he came in my mouth.

"Good girl," the CEO said. Now, go back and take your place. I did just that not wanting to have to repeat this with each family member!

As I sat down, from a side room walked in, 11 women. They sat down in the empty chair next to each of the managers. I was then introduced to the wives of each manager, the Vice President, and the CEO. They clapped and told me I was an excellent cocksucker. I must have blushed because the CEO's wife told me that it was cute to see a girl blush after such a compliment.

Then, I was told to go back to the center of the table. On the center of the table was a large wooden turntable. I was told to get up on it on my hands and knees. I knew it was fairly futile to resist so I did as I was instructed. The CEO's wife then got up and coming around to the middle of the table, got up on a small stepping stool. The same one I had used to get onto the table. I was turned around facing away from her. I felt my panties being pushed aside. And a finger was placed inside my ass. I startled at that. "He's tight!" she said. "A virgin" I then suddenly felt my ass on fire as a dildo was thrust into my ass in one push. It was covered in a lubricant but even that had not prepared me for the pain. I looked around and saw that she was now fucking my ass with a strap-on dildo. As she stroked it in and out of my ass, my cock began to get hard. I knew it was from the massaging of my prostate but I was embarrassed. She reached around and fondled my cock. "Oh, what a nice sized cock my little girl has", she said. Finally, with a moan, my cum spurted from my cock. She removed the dildo, reached down, and taking the cum onto her fingers, smeared it onto my face. "You forgot your makeup," she laughed.

All of the women at the table quickly pointed this out to everyone. I was going to be a fine "bitch" for the family as they all put it. The CEO then told the rest of the men to show me what a real slut likes. With that, they all got naked and one by one stood in front of me, telling me to suck them. The women then stood and went to the other side where each of them stood in line to fuck my ass. As the husband was sucked, the wife fucked my ass. Each time right before the husband came, he would pull his cock out of my mouth and shoot his load onto my body. This process was repeated 11 times until I had 12 loads of cum including mine, coating my body.

I was then told to go back to my chair. I did. When I got there I was told to sit down. As I did, I picked up the cloth napkin and was going to wipe some of the jism off my face and body, when the CEO told me in no uncertain terms that I was not to remove it. "A good slut wants cum on her body, and you are a good slut." He chuckled.

As I sat there, I wondered what the hell was going to happen to me. Why had I been chose to be here? I soon found out.

The CEO's wife stood and said, "Jackie, you are probably wondering why you? What you don't know about this company is that it isn't the men that are in charge. It is the women." With that, she took out a collar and attached it around the CEO's neck. Each of the wives did the same to their respective spouse. The men then stood and undressed. I found that each was attired exactly like me. The CEO's wife, no, the CEO herself, continued, "You were chosen because you are now part of the family, you will be the husband and slut of the Southwest Regional Manager. At work, you will be the Southwest Regional Manager and carry out the orders of the real manager. At home, you will be her slut." I felt a collar being placed around my neck as Karen slid into the chair next to me. "Hi honey, welcome home," she said, kissing me on the cheek.

I sat there covered in cum, trying to figure out how the hell did I get here in the first place!

A Coming of Age

2009-06-28T05:00:00.000-07:00

Sally worked for my parents as domestic help. I always found myself drawn to her. She was unusually tall at an even 6 feet. Her features were quite attractive but she always dressed in plain clothes with no makeup with her hair tied in a severe bun. Did I mention that Sally also belonged to my parents? She was a robot, which were common domestic companions in 2027.

It was a few days past my 18th birthday and mom and dad finally had the confidence to leave me alone for a week in the summer. They left me with the usual warnings and told me that I could only have Sally’s help to clean up the house as a servant, but not to fully activate her to autonomous mode.

The robot's modes:

Level 1- (Passive Mode) Robot will not initiate any activity. Will sit passively or will walk holding hands. External stimulus will be recorded at all levels (1-4).

Level 2- (Slave Mode) Android can respond to commands only. She may only ask questions to clarify orders.

Level 3-(Companion Mode) Sally is allowed to initiate activities and question her owner's motives, but only with permission.

Level 4 (autonomous mode) Sally may initiate activities without permission. She can make decisions based on her own morality algorithms. She may even enforce her decisions on humans if necessary. There is usually a long training period before an android performs in this mode.

My parents had no idea of my other plans …

Three weeks earlier, I had gone out and done some shopping at a few local thrift shops for my favorite robot.

When their car cleared the driveway, I counted to 100 in case my parents returned and went to find Sally. She was seated as usual in the basement in what we called her passive mode (level 1). Sally would walk with you if you held her hand, but would not initiate any kind of action.

Quickly I lead her upstairs to my bedroom. I could have activated her into companion mode (level 3), but did not want to engage her. We had only owned her for 2 weeks and I was rarely alone with her.

Slowly I removed her baggy jeans and sweater and noticed that she had a firm and very shapely body that gave off warmth and had a skin like texture. Her legs were long and smooth with thin thighs and shapely calves that reminded me of some of the girls on track.

Nearly falling over myself, I recovered the clothes from their secret hiding place that I had fantasized seeing Sally in for so long. First I pulled out a matching rust colored suede skirt, blazer and thick leather belt. They were supposed to have minor defects and found their way to the thrift shop. The same shop had an n ornate white silk blouse with an attached bow that reminded me of one of dad’s pictures of Igmar Bergmann.

First I put the suede skirt on Sally and found it to be about a size too large but thankfully the thick belt made up for the slack around the robot’s thin mid section. The white blouse was a bit too tight, but her skin seemed to mold to it. The bow was a delicate black ribbon that threaded around the collar and was secured at the throat with a tiny black snap forming a small cross. Next I put some thin knee socks on her which would hopefully make the next job easier…

My favorite piece of clothing for her were the BOOTS! The second vintage store had a pair of dark brown thigh boots with a high vamped arch and stiletto heels of 5+ inches. These leather boots tapered sexily toward the toes giving an elongated look. As Sally sat on the bed staring vacantly into space I sat at her feet and unzipped each of the full-length zippers on her boots. Next I kneeled on a towel (my floors were hard wood) placed a long boot over one of her legs. First I thought that it was too small but with a firm pull the boot slid onto her foot with even a little extra room. I then proceeded to smooth the shaft out over her long leg. The zipper was a little stubborn around her ankle, but nearly zipped itself to its final destination about 6 inches above her knees. The other boot went on with even less trouble.

The next thing I did was to smooth and straighten her knee length skirt so that the boots disappeared up under it, making them appear endless. Next I straightened Sally’s while blouse, tucking it into her skirt and tugged on the sleeves.

The next thing to do was to take her hair down. I removed the bobby pins holding together the tight bun and slowly let her hair down, not knowing it’s full length. When I was finished, delicate shiny chestnut brown hair flowed about half way down her back in a loose spiral perm. Her hair color nearly matched the boots. I took a moment to admire Sally's face. Her skin had an alabaster glossy tone. This was a practice done to distinguish robots from humans. Robots could also be distinguished because their facial features were usually just a little too perfect as shown by Sally with her firm chin, delicate features and fine white teeth.

I activated Sally to level two where she could follow verbal commands and with my voice faltering, asked if she knew how to apply makeup and put on some perfume. She nodded dutifully and asked if it should be heavy, light or medium. Being the young boy that I was, heavier had to be sexier so you know what I said. Sally abruptly stood up and took a step in her high-heeled boots. Her forward boot heel slid forward and she went into a forward split. I almost laughed, but was afraid that I damaged her. With no hesitation, she just straightened up again just using her leg muscles like a giant scissor and seemed to decide to take shorter mincing steps instead of her accustomed long strides.

At this point I was getting extremely worked up and decided to get myself prepared. I found a special pair of Dr. Denton pajamas (with feet) that I purchased downtown at an adult shop with my fake id. The pajamas were special in that they had about 50 tiny vibrating surfaces around erogenous zones and could be controlled remotely through a switch box or a converter. The pajamas also had small but powerful magnets around the wrists and ankles, of which purpose I was unsure. I read about these once in an adult story and decided to save for it by my cyber newspaper route.

I was so excited that my body was literally shaking with anticipation. I decided to strip naked and wait for Sally to return.

Several minutes later I heard the unmistakable clicking sound of boot heels approaching. Suddenly the door to my bedroom swung open and the robot stood before me totally still with her eyes placid, only in a mode to receive commands. Her eyes appeared much larger due to the coating of mascara. Her eyelashes were also enhanced which looked very coquettish. A really cool touch was the dark brown outline around her full red lips. Now Sally was physically unrecognizable from a very sultry female human.

In my nakedness my cock sprang to attention. I felt like a very small boy next to Sally who now looked so sexy. She was all made up wearing her elegant clothes and her tall high-heeled boots while I stood totally naked. Another factor was that I was only 5’4” tall and my robot makeover creation was now standing over a foot taller than me.

I stuttered out the words,”Sally coulddd you please dress me in my pajamas, I’m felling a bit chilly”. The robot immediately unfolded the pajamas and then with total gentleness grasped my wrists so that my arms were pointed straight up. She then slipped the pajama top over my arms and head and slowly buttoned me from top to bottom. Next she took my hand and coaxed me to lie down on my bed applying light pressure to my chest. She rolled up the pajama bottoms and slipped them over my leg dressing me from bottom to top. I was hoping that she would tuck in my raging erection, but it didn’t happen.

Next I threw on a light jacket and found a few more goodies for Sally. The vintage store had a long pair of brown gloves that nearly matched Sally’s boots and hair. What was really cool about them was that they were made of super soft leather and went most of the way up to the elbow. I remember the store clerk saying something like ,”ah lambskin!” I asked Sally to put them on and after some of my tugging and smoothing they slipped over the thin silk sleeves of her blouse. Next I helped Sally put on her suede blazer and had to stop from relieving myself right there on the spot.

I gathered up my bag of tricks and held Sally’s cool gloved hand, finding that she would squeeze my hand back and tightly as I grasped her. I lead her to the garage where our second car was parked. The doors to the car were unlocked. I asked the robot to get in the driver’s side and found that I had to adjust the seat back to fit her long booted legs. She sat passively with her arms at her side and just looked down, oblivious to her surroundings. I hurried to the other side and jumped in.

I then popped a circuit card into the sound system adapter. This would set up a path from the controls on the sound system allowing them to control the mechanical devices on my special pajamas. A blinking green light on the card told me that the connection was active. I placed Sally’s remote control next to me on the seat. This maintained her operational status, which for now was just to respond to verbal commands. I felt my palms begin to dampen, which was familiar when I was anxious.

I handed the car keys to Sally and asked her to put them in the ignition. She missed the slot so I guided her soft lambskin glove to assist with the task. I liked the fact that her hand was a little larger than mine was. I wanted to pretend that Sally was driving me somewhere. One of my fantasies is to have a booted and gloved woman take me for a car ride.

Next I asked Sally if she would pretend to drive the car by stepping on all the pedals and touching all of the controls in the car. Just being another command to the robot, she first positioned her high-heeled boot over the gas pedal and readjusted herself to a taller posture in the seat. She proceeded to step all of the way down on the pedal. The boot seemed to be molded to her shapely legs and produced delicate crinkles around her ankles that changed shape as she pumped the gas up and down. After a few pumps on the gas both boots were now busy pumping on the combinations on the gas clutch and break creating delicious leather creaking and stretching noises. It was at this time that I noticed that Sally’s boobs were larger than I thought and were heaving exquisitely against her tight blouse and blazer due to her pedal pumping.

As requested Sally began to gently touch every button, knob or lever within reach of her sleek leather covered hands before deciding to twist pull or press the control. I especially liked the way she grasped the top of the stick shift and tried to pull up on it, as her long glove extended several inches beyond the sleeves of her suede blazer. My penis was more than jealous. The blazer had a formal look with 4 buttons in a line going down a darker suede patch on the sleeve.

At this point I was torn over my feelings. I loved watching Sally do what she was doing, but felt kind of dumb. She was effectively an oversized doll just following my orders. Other guys went out and got the girls and all I could do was play “Big Barbie”.

Temporarily lost in thought, I notice that Sally is now reaching randomly for the volume control on the sound system, which I rigged to send impulses to the erotic devices on my pajamas. As soon as the robot started to rotate the knob, something unexpected happens … I realize what the magnets in my pajamas are for. My hands snapped together at the wrist. I essentially was wearing invisible handcuffs held by a powerful magnetic field. As Sally’s glove continued to slowly turn the knob all the way, my hands drifted down toward my feet. There were actually many sets of hidden magnets going down the torso and legs of these pajamas. As the volume control was turned they would alternately turning on causing my bound hands to finally rest at my ankles locking in an comfortable fetal position. Due to my sudden bondage, Sally’s control box fell to the floor near her feet in front of the gas pedal ...

With my head now nearly level with the pedals, I watched in amazement as Sally's powerful booted foot stepped on her control box. Since it was in the way, she stepped down harder and harder cracking the case and shorting it, before knocking out so she could continue to pump the pedals...

Due to an anomaly in the control box, because it was shorted out, she entered her autonomous mode!

This is her fourth level where she has discretion to act as she wishes.

At this point Sally sat bolt upright as if she had military training and she began to speak, “Prepare vehicle for departure, entering chauffeur mode.” Android is required learn the geography of the neighborhood.

Sally lifted her blouse and an area of smooth skin on her abdomen formed into a slot. A moment later a laminated certificate was printed. Next she said, ”Robot driving license is ready for presentation. She tucked her blouse in neatly and placed the certificate on the dash.

From my uncomfortable position, I could see Sally scanning the dashboard. She proceeded to efficiently open the garage door with the remote, turned on the ignition, put the car into reverse and back out of the garage! Once in the street, she shifted into drive and we proceeded. (To where I don’t know).

It was clear that she was a well trained driver as I watched her high heeled boots precisely control the acceleration and deceleration of the car, making them look even more authoritative. Her turns were also well timed and controlled.

After a moment Sally visually scanned the car and looked directly at me. Immediately she smiled warmly and said, “Entering Nanny mode, child on board!” The robot’s gloved hand proceeded to readjust the control that originally put me in the fetal position. To my surprise she rotated the knob just enough to let me out of the fetal position so I could sit up, but my hands were still bound together to a magnets on my thighs! Sally had a very melodious rich deep feminine voice. I was nearly too shocked to speak. I didn’t expect my “fetish doll” to come alive and take charge of things.

Robert -“Uh Sally, why have you kept me with my hhhands bound together?”

Sally- “Sorry Robert, but my records show you as seven years old. Your daddy entered that in yesterday. I need you to be restrained because young boys get into trouble trying to unlock car doors. Call me Nanny Sally, I’ll take care of you until your mommy and daddy come back. I’m looking forward to getting to know you very well”

So dad figured that I may try something slick with Sally and set her up to deal with me. He’s always a step ahead of me, damn! Sally will probably tell him everything.

Robert- “Sally, I’m not seven years old, I’m 18.

Sally gave me a look like I should be ashamed of myself for contradicting my father.

Sally “Bobby, you can’t be 18. You needed me to put on your "naughty boy pajamas". Your parents must have gotten you these so you are forced behave in the car and don't try to leave the vehicle. Please don't make me be strict, I think you just need some calming down.

The robot decided to turn on her pheromone subsystem. Pheromones are subtle hormones given off by humans that can affect the moods of others. The company that developed Sally has done extensive research on these hormones and as isolated which categories of these causes love, arousal and fear. To mimic human interaction, Sally can produce these hormones and sample human reaction to her.

Sally began to emit high concentrations of pheromones from her nose and mouth, which were invisible to Robert. He instantly felt calmer as his robotic Nanny adjusted and monitored his mood to where he felt a cross between a sisterly and maternal affection for her.

To add to the boy's bliss she decided to find a station on the sound system that played some soothing soft jazz or rock. Sally was unaware that her actions would have an affect on Robert’s remote control erotic pajamas. As she changed the stations, Bobby felt a very gentle tingle at the tip of his cock. He immediately broke out of his calm reverie, which the robot became aware of as she continued to monitor his pheromone levels. The robot began to notice that Bobby was not looking at her like a child view a baby sitter. He was staring at her just like his father did. Her processors told her that this gap in her information would have to be amended.

Sally did a lookup on her secondary storage and found that the hormones that Robert emitted included testosterone, which could not come from a seven-year-old boy. Why would Robert’s dad tell her that he was 7 years old if he were not?

At this point the robot's software indicated that some firmness was due on her part. Sally reached over with her free-gloved hand and turned the volume control on all the way so his pajamas forced him into a fetal position again, then she grasped Robert firmly around the chin and turned his head toward her. (Even though she was in passive mode before she remembers all events.) Getting his attention. Sally fixed Robert with an intense stare that made him cringe.

Sally - "I think that either you or your father are not telling the truth. How old are you and why are you looking at me like that?

Robert- I'm 18 years old. I ahhhhh, dressed you up because I have a thing for certain clothing and you are, ahhhhh beautiful.

The robot sensed that Robert was getting slightly less tense and that he was probably no longer lying to a 90% confidence factor. Driving on a quiet road was allowing her to still grasp his chin though less firmly. Her facial expressions changed from stern to more neutral.

Sally- since you are under 21 I am obligated to look after you. Please do not lie to me because it will make me angry. I am authorized to discipline minors. I have a hormone sensor system that tells me when you are very tense after I ask you a question, so I will know if you are lying. Thank you for saying that I am beautiful, though I really do not grasp this concept. I have not had much training interacting with young human males. I apologize if I seem too strict or behave oddly. I hope that we both learn how to act appropriately around each other.

Sally- Why did you put me into the car in level 2 mode and why do you like these clothes so much?

Robert- I aaahhhhhh, well, ah ...

The boy had trouble getting the words out. Sally decided to take another approach, letting go of his chin and readjusting the volume control letting Robert out of his fetal position, yet still bonding his hands. Next she gently rubbed his hand with her glove while emitting calming pheromones. She smiled at him and said, "Take your time."

Feeling suddenly calmer, Robert confessed to Sally about how he got her the longs boots, gloves and suede suit.

Robert- The boots are neat because they make you tall and powerful looking. They give your legs a long sleek shape that regular shoes can’t do. That’s why I bought you a suit where the boots would go under the hem of the skirt and the gloves would continue under the sleeves. I like gloves because they make your hand underneath mysterious. Burglars wear gloves. I like to be driven in a car by pretty a girl wearing boots and gloves.

Sally- the clothing seems permissible for me to wear. Why do you like to see me drive in my boots?

Robert was excited that she referred to them as her boots. Robert noticed that having Sally's attention was quite enchanting. She listened patiently and earnestly with a high degree of intense eye contact, making him feel like the most important person in the world. Also someone must have programmed her to mimic some movie star's million-dollar smile.

Robert- it makes your boots look even more powerful because they are controlling the pedals to take me somewhere. The gloves add to that by operating the controls.

Sally- You really should have activated me and asked my permission before we did this.

Robert - I never really thought you would drive me anywhere. I was going to have you pump the pedals in activation mode 2 (quiescent mode). My parents asked me to keep you in level 2.

Sally- I am just a mechanical servant. If you want to do something non-dangerous, all you have to do is ask me. This is all harmless and I have no need to discipline you for what you've done.

Sally took a moment as she curiously surveyed her clothing. She then stepped way down pinning the accelerator with her right boot for a second.

Sally- I have verified by a small test that you do indeed like to see me drive with my boots on. Your pheromone gratification levels went way up and I do detect an erection under your pajamas. It seems that it will be easy for me to reward you for good behavior.

This last statement was too much for Robert. He knew that the robot didn't mean to tease him, but he was out of his tree with sensual overload. In spite of her kindness and patience, his shyness caused him to clam up.

Sally could not really understand why the boy was attracted to her and went to so much trouble to dress her up. As such she started to perform an analysis...

Sally started by feeding her body measurements into one of her utility programs. (72.5” height barefoot, 36” bust- bust protrusion- large ‘C’ cup, 25” waist, 36” hips, calves 16.5”, 14” biceps, apparent 5% body fat, apparent age 28…) It gave her a phrase “tall, shapely, thin, amazon, babe”. She checked her release notes and found that her face and body was designed to be a morph of a younger Faith Hill (from 2001) and Julie Newmar (One of the Catwomen on the Batman TV show) from the year 1967. Looking these names up using her wireless web connection, the first site was called “Babes of Yesteryear” (The year was 2027). Deciding that she had a good chance of being a babe is, she did another web search. The first three links were an old movie about a pig, a baby store, and “The Ultimate Babe Site”. Ruling out that she was a piglet or a baby, she surfed the “The Ultimate Babe Site”. On the title page was a hyperlink that said, “What is a Babe?” The definition read as, “Usually applied to a very attractive females”. There was also an interview of an anonymous babe, which explained how people were drawn to her. The robot also took the babe challenge test, which exclusively asked questions about her looks. She scored 9.78 out of a possible 10.

Sally quickly came to the conclusion that Bobby enjoyed her looks and that this had strong a strong effect on him! Sally began to studied her outfit and accessories and was still a little perplexed. Why did the boy want her to be so tall? She understood that physically they were mismatched, but why did he want to even do it to a larger extent? She recalled the word amazon from one of her previous Internet searches. She was surprised to find some pictures of men submitting to these large muscular women and wondered if Bobby was like that. Though not overly muscular in form, she knew that she was much physically stronger than even large men were if an emergency required it. The word that she constantly found on the amazon sites was dominant. Next she began to type in descriptions of her unfamiliar clothing, i.e. Tall boots, long gloves, suede suits and got some hits on these. Again the words dominant, fetish, and boss lady-underling came up again much of the time. Sally began to get the meaning of dominant and fetish from the contents of the sites and wondered if Robert wanted her to be a dominant amazon babe wearing fetish clothing.

Sally- you’re too old to have me as a Nanny, but as a minor, you are in my charge. I apologize that I can’t free your wrists and ankles, since we haven’t built up a kind of trust I’m afraid that you’ll try to leave the vehicle when we make a stop. Also since you are under 21, I must stay activated until your parents come home.

Robert- if you stay activated until my parents come home, I’ll be in trouble.

Sally-My directives require me to block de-activation to care for a minor, but I promise to deactivate when I confirm that your parents have arrived, which will be when I hear them before they see me.

Robert- will you tell my parents about this?

Sally- one of my features is to never tell one human another’s secrets.

Sally noticed that Robert's pleasure hormones had abated somewhat and decided to wait for a request from the boy as to how she might please him. She felt bad that he became quiet and sullen on the way home and didn't know quite what to do, only that she was provided with data that teenagers could be moody and needed space, so she complied. After driving back for a half an hour they returned home.

Back Home

As she watched Robert withdraw to his room, Sally decided to change back into her normal blue jeans and wash off her makeup. Her concern was that Robert might feel forced to be with her if she followed him around in her suede suit and accessories.

Robert felt very frustrated, about not being able to confront Sally as he relieved himself several times and just fell asleep on his bed.

The Next Morning

Sally appeared as yesterday in no fetish clothes, just checking in on Robert a few times asking him if he needed anything. Both times he said no even to a sandwich.

The Next Afternoon

Robert woke up from a late afternoon nap to find Sally sitting on his bed staring at him intently. Robert was extremely embarrassed because he slept naked. Sally sensed embarrassment, but did not know that he was naked under the covers. She asked if she should leave. Bobby being speechless could only shake his head no.

She had evidently decided to change out of her blue jeans...

Sally had donned what appeared to be a chauffeur’s outfit. It included an extremely well tailored blue blazer with matching skirt. She wore a red dress tie around her neck that added to the formalness. What struck the boy next was her shiny black leather English riding boots. They looked like an expensive pair that tapered exquisitely toward the toes. Her hands were covered with white leather gloves. Robert noticed that the blazer was fully buttoned but that there was no blouse under the tie.

Sally- Robert, is there something we should discuss? I think that you are ignoring me. I have upset and displeased you!

Robert- I'm more upset at myself.

Sally- please explain.

Robert- you're kind of like a real girl. I don't know how to ask girls for certain things. Robert was so shocked by her new outfit, that he forgot to ask her where she got it.

Sally- when we were in the car I detected that we showed friendship behavior. If you trust me, I can take care of your needs. I have failed at this the last couple of days.

Robert- Sally when I look at you, especially when you're "dressed up" I have certain urges.

Sally-Please share these urges.

Robert (stuttering) - I have alot of thoughts. I want to touch you in pppprivate places, but I also want to kkkisss your boots. I also want to be touched by yyyyooou.

Sally- I can see that you are very physically attracted to me. That pleases me. We can try some of these things. You can teach me about human touching.

Robert was dying to remove Sally's blazer, but felt too awkward. He basically stared at her and began to shake.

Sally- Bobby, I was able to download some state of the art sexual intimacy software, for my operating system, from one of companies sites this morning with a secret code. Should I help you along?

Robert nodded as his body continued to shake uncomfortably with anticipation. Sally adjusted his mood by emitting a high concentration calming pheromones as she caressed his face with her white lambskin gloves.

Sally- Robert, I think that you'll find me to be special. I won’t judge you or hurt your feelings like a real girl. I can catalog your body reactions to me and sooth or stimulate you as much as I think you need it.

When Robert calmed down a bit, Sally pulled away the covers to reveal Robert's nakedness. Her eyes lit up when she saw his healthy erection. She purposely ignored his embarrassment and decided to begin to work on him.

Sally- Robert, you have a nice firm body also, please remove my blazer! It's time for your lesson; you're old enough now.

Sally straddled the boy, her knees on either side of his hips, lowering herself so he could unbutton her blazer. She helped him by shrugging it off revealing a gossamer black bra over her very ample bosom. Her white leather gloves were opera length, covering both elbows and biceps.

The "mechanical servant" teased the boy by licking her leather index finger and slowly slid it "southwards" from his forehead down, lingering over his nostrils. The gloves had small seams on the fingers that Sally used as skillfully as anyone could use their fingernails. For another sensation she would twist her finger slightly and expose the boy to the smoother leather. Robert found it unbelievably arousing as Sally continued to trace her finger down the hairy center of his stomach. She then suprised him by attacking the ticklish areas of his skin, with her glove seems between his groin and waist. She purposely avoided stroking the boy's cock and decided to massage his balls and gave them a soft squeeze.

Sally dismounted from Robert and coaxed him to a standing position. She still towered over him in her riding boots by 8 inches and took a moment to study him with a clinical expression. Pulling him close, she gently stepped on his foot. The robot gently caressed the top of the boy’s foot with the treaded rubber soles of her riding boot. He felt slight pain from the treads but just enough to stimulate him. She then stepped down again gently rubbing her boot shafts against his sensitive leg hairs. Robert being thoroughly distracted did not see Sally start to knot the bottom of her tie.

Sally stroked a line up and down Robert's penis with her white lambskin glove before she grasped it by the head between her thumb and index finger with a feathery touch. She proceeded to slip her knotted tie around his member at the base with a firm double knot. Robert was a bit scared by this, but Sally took his hands and placed them on her gossamer black bra, diverting his attention...

Sally began to crouch down partially and guided Robert to a kneeling position.

Sally- from my profiling of your behavior, I have decided to have you submit to some basic dominance. Please lick my boots. If you perform poorly, my tie will put much strain on your penis. Tap me three times on a boot to stop this. Please start down below and work your way up my boot shafts.

Bobby began to lick Sally's boots with great passion but found that his tongue had gotten dry rather quickly which caused him to slow down. Sensing this Sally reached out and rubbed Robert's nipples causing them to enlarge enough so she could apply soft pinches. Robert's nipples also felt an amazingly erotic tingling caused by a low-level electrical current administered by the robot. (Her gloves contained tiny electrical conducting particles.) Simultaneously she began started to stand up, which caused the boy's cock to stretch due to the tie wrapped around it causing mild discomfort. This continued several more times before Robert tapped Sally's leg three times indicating that he could no longer service her black riding boots.

Robert's robot riding mistress then removed the tie from his cock and easily lifted him off the ground holding him like she was cuddling a small child. He was then placed on his bed and Sally moved the boy's arms to his side, sitting on the bed next to him.

Sally- I need to understand more about your behavior when I was chauffeuring you in the car Robert.

Robert- Ahh? Whhatt?

Sally- I require for you to totally trust me. I have a procedure for training you. I will reward you for answering my questions and will withhold your pleasure if you hesitate. Also you are not allowed to move. You need to be comfortable in my control.

Sally soft white glove began to masterfully stroke Robert's cock head as she spoke. There was also a slight current being applied to his member causing all of his nerve ends to feel sensation in unison. Sally was aware that this was shown to be clinically addicting to humans, causing erotic feedback where a human would continue to cum indefinitely. She did not wish to sustain this form of masturbation for too long.

Sally- please explain to me about your bad boy pajamas. Why would a young man wear something like that at 18? Aren't they only for children?

Robert hesitated and Sally stopped her stroking and stood up starting to walk away.

Robert- Sorry, I'll tell you.

Sally returned and continued her stroking.

Robert- Sally, I wanted you to put me in bondage using the pajamas and then stimulate me by remote control using the sound system. It goes along with my fantasy of being taken away by a booted and gloved kidnapper.

Sally- Thank you. That's a cute fantasy! Please relax now.

After more of Sally's attention Robert was able to cum twice and after some cuddling and kissing, he rolled over and fell asleep...

The next thing Robert remembered was waking up in a sitting position. It was dark out and it took him a few seconds to release that he was sitting in the passenger seat of his car moving along a highway unknown to him. As his eyes adjusted, he saw some movement. Sally was taking him for a ride wearing her suede outfit from before having also donned her brown thigh boots and brown lambskin gloves. She had also put on opaque mirror sunglasses. He noticed that he was wearing his bondage pajamas again with his hands bound together. He had a scarf wrapped around his face that hid a ball gag in his mouth. He was also wearing headphones playing strange old mood music unknown to him. (The grateful dead.)

Robert began to panic and strained to free his bonds. Sally, who was otherwise completely ignoring him, reached over and raised the volume of the stereo, which also caused the magnets in the boy's pajamas to put him back in a fetal position. Feeling that his straining was hopeless, he calmed down.

Sally had remembered seeing Robert configure the car stereo to activate the sensors in his bondage pajamas and had done the same. The robot decided to sample Robert's reactions, by manipulating in turn, all of the controls of the stereo system using her sleek brown glove. Robert was teased and stimulated from his ears to the tips of his toes by Sally for a several minutes before they arrived at their final destination...

Sally had turned the car onto a dirt road that went directly into a forest. She turned at several forks in the road and took a narrow winding road that ended in a clearing. The robot then stopped the car and turned off the ignition, freeing Robert from his bondage pajamas.

Sally preened herself by flipping her long hair forward and then backward again causing it to look well styled but vampy. She then licked her lips sensually and turned to Robert, helping him remove his scarf and ball gag.

Sally- Robert, this is the last step of your training. I want you to make out with me and stimulate me; you make the moves this time. Don't worry about messing my clothes.

Feeling less shy with Sally now, Robert removed his bondage pajamas, leaving him naked.

Sally pulled a level under the seat that brought it way back, then lowered it. She was able to push the steering wheel into the dash in the new model car.

Robert kissed Sally square on the lips feeling her warmth and was turned on as she reacted with a very womanly sigh. Sally caressed Robert's back with her lambskin-covered hands and then slipped her tongue into his mouth. The boy enjoyed the faint almond taste and felt bad when he slobbered on Sally a bit.

Robert pulled away for a second and Sally gave him a sweet smile and told him to suck in when he French kissed. Sally soon pulled Robert back to him, but first rolled up her skirt so he was straddling her while sitting on her lap. He really got hot feeling the tops of her thigh boots against his butt and being held against Sally's ample chest.

Getting more comfortable Robert began to kiss Sally on the ears and neck while she let out a series of ecstatic moans. Her body felt like human skin. Feeling confidant, he began to remove her blouse clumsily with impatience, anticipating the fruits hidden within. After her blouse was removed Sally helped him undo her gossamer black bra. This released her large round breasts, which sagged just enough making them a masterpiece of boob jobs.

Robert began to lick the robots large pinkish nipples causing them to enlarge dramatically. Her moans turned to low screams and she gripped Robert’s hair, pulling him roughly into her chest. He felt like he was riding a wild steed. Her booted legs flexed up and down as she maintained a sitting position while he straddled her lap.

Sally- Robert, please eat me.

Sally removed her lacy panties.

Robert complied and kneeled before Sally still sitting up in the driver's seat. He stuck his head between her legs and he felt a movement. The robot had stretched her legs out and was trying to rub the boy's cock with her boot shafts as he licked away. Her crotch tasted subtly like bazooka bubble gum. Sally grabbed Robert by the back of the neck and began to scream loudly. He heard her mumble under her breath "Make me cum like a real girl!” Robert soon felt the wave of her orgasm as he thought that she would rip his neck off.

After Sally's orgasm, she pushed Robert back under the dashboard and positioned her boots on either side of his cock, resting her heels on the ground in front of his testicles. Since he was well lubricated and nearly gone himself, Sally needed only about 20 strokes of a very dexterous boot job to bring him off.

After, Sally asked Robert to step out of the car and lick his cum off her boots. When she was satisfied to coaxed him to stand again. Sally towered about 13" over Robert and began to hold him tightly.

Sally- Robert, you were fabulous. This concludes your lesson.

Robert- Sorry?

Sally- I hope that you will now be more comfortable with human girls. My work is done.

Robert- you mean we cannnn’t you know what you?

Sally- No. A robot is not meant to be a crutch for a human being. I am your servant, but not your call girl. Go find humans for your pleasure using what courage you learned from me in overcoming your shyness.

Robert was very distraught.

Robert- but Sally. I love you.

Sally- love me like a friend's big sister that showed you once how to please her.

Robert- does this mean no physical touching, you wearing boots or anything? Sally; please don't reject me like this. I beg you.

Sally- maybe we can play again on your birthday or I'll indulge you if I know that you tried with other humans.

Sally had decided to share a wireless message at a frequency shared with her sister robots. It related her experiences and how both father (chauffeur’s outfit) and son had bought her outfits. She recommended that humans sometimes preferred to be handled with kid gloves. (:) With lambskin gloves and boots preferably.)

Robert felt dejected and did not see the light right away. Two months later asked out a shy tall student librarian (Jillian). He was sure wore boots sometimes under her long skirts. After 10 dates she admitted to him that she had a thing for boots and wondered if he too did after she caught him staring at her boots trying to figure out their height. Boot kissing commenced on date 10 of her over the knee, flat leather boots. Date 11 included bondage pajamas, a familiar suede outfit with accessories worn under a long leather brown trench coat, and a long car ride.

Sally did keep her promise and would occasionally indulge Robert until he was engaged with Jillian 4 years later.

A Collector

2009-06-27T05:00:00.000-07:00

Jeremy pulled just past the open parking place, turned on his blinker and putting his car in reverse he carefully backed into the space, swinging his wheel as he cleared the car in front of him. He then put the car into drive and straightening his wheel he pulled forward. It was quite rare to score a parking place close to the laundromat and he just parked directly in front. He then walked around his car, opened the back door and pulled out a bin of clothes.

Looking around the place he saw that he was the only one in there, so he quickly dumped his clothes into the dryer and then set his bin up on a table near the dryer. All he had to do now was wait for the Saturday morning washers to appear. He lived about eighteen blocks away from this landromat and there were probably a dozen others he could go to that were more convenient for him but he chose this one.

There was an upscale apartment complex just across the street, one that catered to the "urban professional woman," or so the advertising said, so he figured he might enjoy the clientele at this place. Sure enough, after about a thirty minute wait, two very attractive women walked in the door carrying their bins of laundry. Jeremy jumped up and opened the dryer and pulled out his clothes, stacking them on the table next to his bin. He then started folding.

As the women were setting down their laundry and getting their change and detergent together, Jeremy decided he wanted a cold drink so he headed over to the vending machine. He had to walk past both women as he went to get his drink. After putting his change in the machine and getting his drink he slowly walked back to his clothes and dropped two items into his stack of clothes.

Before anyone could notice, he folded a pair of his jeans and then picked up the two pairs of panties he had slipped out of each woman's laundry and hid them under his pants. He then continued folding, pausing only once to take out his phone, dial someone and then hang up without talking. He fiddled with the phone a bit and then finished folding his clothes.

Walking out to his car, he opened the back door, dropped in bin inside and the walked around the car. Getting into the car, he started the engine, carefully worked his way out of the parking space and then pulled out into the street. His drive home took about fifteen minutes will all the traffic, but he finally made it.

Once back at his apartment, he lifted up the blue jeans and took out the two pairs of panties. He looked them over, congratulating himself at his double score today. This wasn't an easy task since the secret was to get the panties before they got washed. He could get clean panties at any time during the washing, drying and folding the women went through, but to get the panties before washing he had to move quickly.

He then picked up his cell phone, emailed the two photos he had taken to himself and then went to his computer. Pulling up the photos, he printed out a nice picture of each of the two women and remembering the light pink went with the short, Latino woman with a tight ass and small breasts and that the white panties went with the blonde white woman with nice big tits, he placed the photos with the matching panty.

Taking a clothes pin, he attached each photo to their respective panty and then opened the top drawer of his dresser. He carefully arranged the latest items in with the ten or so other groups of panties and photos. Pausing for a moment, he grabbed the one he got today from the Latino woman and then closed the drawer.

Gazing at the photo he quickly undressed and then went into the bathroom, returning with a towel. Spreading the towel on the bed, he climbed up and leaned back against his pillows. Propping up the picture so he could watch, he pulled the panties over his head. Looking at the picture through the leg opening of the panties, she took a deep breath, taking in the scent of the woman in the photo.

Reaching down he grabbed his cock and began stroking, all along sniffing and breathing in her scent. As his cock began to feel good from his stroking, the then stuck his tongue out and finding the bit of crusty residue left from her juices, he touched his tongue to it, letting the flavor roll down his tongue. As he continued stroking and looking at the picture, she sucked the crotch of the panty into his mouth. His saliva wet the crusted substance and as it liquefied, she sucked it into his mouth.

The woman's flavor flooded his mouth as he stroked his cock faster and faster, finally arching his back and coming, spurting his cum onto the towel he had spread on his bed. After milking the last drops of cum from his cock and drying it on the towel, he pulled the panties off his head. Once again using a clothes pin, he attached the panties to the picture of the Latino woman and then opened another drawer, this one containing the panties he had worn while masturbating. He dropped the panties in and the slowly closed the drawer wondering what he was going to do about dinner.

"I think I'll try some Mexican food tonight," he said to himself as he picked up his towel and tossed it into his laundry hamper. "Yeah, Mexican food for sure," he repeated.

A Clean Pair of Heels

2009-06-26T05:00:00.000-07:00

I'm sitting in the black leather chair as usual. The leather cool against my thighs. I'm dressed in a very short black skirt, a skintight low necked black top, black fishnet stockings and the main event: my six inch black shiny stiletto heeled shoes. I cross my legs and swing my foot impatiently, acutely conscious of the light reflecting off my shoe as it makes its arc through the air.

The door opens and in he walks, stopping in front of me, waiting for my approval. I take in his outfit: black lacy see-through women's panties and his very own pair of black, thigh high stockings. The panties are decorated with red lace and little bows at the front and the stockings have a red and black pattern at the tops. I nod my approval, reaching out and stroking his bare thigh above the stocking top and caress his cock, semi-hard behind the black lace.

Standing very close in front of me he starts to rub his cock slowly through the panties, looking deep into my eyes, occasionally glancing down at my breasts, making my nipples hard. I watch with interest as his cock hardens inches from my face. He pushes the panties to the side, letting his cock gain its freedom. It is rock hard and very slowly he slides his hand up and down the shaft, his mouth open just a little as he concentrates.

I divide my time between looking him in the eye and watching his beautiful cock as he continues to stroke it, using his other hand to gently squeeze his balls. My mouth starts to water as I notice precum starting to leak from his tip and I lick my lips slowly and deliberately. He knows just what to do. He takes my hand gently, guides it to his cock. I run the ball of my thumb across his glistening head, feeling the slippery fluid coat my thumb.

'Holy fuck', he almost whispers, as his head falls back in pleasure but I make sure he's watching as I put my thumb in my mouth and suck it hard tasting his salty flavour. The black lacy panties have done their work and he slides them off.

'Get on the bed, slut.' I command, firmly but not unkindly. He sits up against the headboard, his back against the black silk pillow, his legs spread; on display. I climb onto the bed, lay between his legs with my heels digging into his chest. He pushes back against my heels, challenging me to do as I wish with him. I dig my heels into his willing flesh a little more making the skin dimple. He catches his breath as I do so and I spread my legs a little wider, giving him a perfect view of my soaking wet cunt. His eyes glitter but my cunt is momentarily forgotten as I ask him,

'Would you like to kiss my shoes?' Not waiting for his answer I raise one of my feet up to his mouth and he kisses the long thin heel reverently, before taking it between his lips, as if it were a cock. His eyes close while he greedily sucks on my six inch heel, his hand still stroking his cock ever so gently.

I bend my leg slowly and carefully, so as not to disturb his sucking, and reach out my hand to his balls, squeezing his balls tight before letting my fingers travel southwards. He wriggles a bit on the bed, giving me free access to that sweet rosebud of an asshole. I rub it gently, running my finger back and forth before pushing at it gently. Pushing my finger in slowly, slowly up to the first joint, feeling him tighten momentarily against the intrusion, a sighed 'fuck' escaping his lips as I push my finger further in. I feel his strong muscle clutching my finger, wanting more, so I push it in all the way.

'Oh fuck yes!' he exhales as I continue to enjoy the velvety softness inside him. Slowly I withdraw my finger and push it back again, his hips bucking as I fuck his ass faster and harder with my finger. I push it in all the way and withdraw it suddenly, along with the heel in his mouth. He opens his eyes in surprise but a smile soon replaces that expression as he hears the lube squirting onto my fingers; the noise that heralds so much pleasure. I lube up his sweet asshole; using my finger like before. It's all wet and slippery and so it slides in quickly, no resistance this time and he raises his hips eagerly. I quickly slide in another finger, watching his face. He's ready. I smile at him and withdraw my fingers.

I bend his knees up and place my foot at his crotch, squashing his cock so that it's pointing up his body. He looks intensely into my eyes and then closes his; the better to concentrate on the forthcoming sensations I imagine. I push the sole of my shoe against his cock so that the heel digs into his sac a little. His breathing increases slightly and I push my foot harder, giving him just a little taste of the pleasurable pain he craves. I slide my shoe down a little and gently nudge his legs wider apart with my other foot. I can see his sweet asshole all ready and so I push my foot in closer still. I position the six inch slender heel at his entrance and tilt my foot slightly, pushing the heel against his hole. I feel a little resistance but keep pushing and it slides in a little, just a half inch. I stop and he opens his eyes to ask (demand really; there's no question mark there);

'More, more.'

'You sure?' I tease.

'YES!' I can hear the capital letters in his insistence. I continue the motion and the heel slides in an inch. I love to watch it disappear into the soft pink skin. His cock lurches and I push deeper; another inch. I pull it out almost all the way and then push deeper. Three inches now impaling his eager asshole and his hips riding back into me.

'Mmmmm - you're such a slut'; I murmur encouragingly as I pull the shiny black fuck shoe out nearly all the way and push it back home. Hard. All the way. All six inches. He cries out in both pain and satisfied desire;

'Oh God Yes!' as the heel disappears. Six inches of black shiny stiletto heel buried deep in his ass. I begin to find a rhythm. Steady and firm. Strong and pulsing. Regular and building. Getting stronger. Harder. Deeper. Faster. He finds his cock and matches my rhythm; fucking his hand as I fuck his ass with my heel. I push my foot hard against him. I'm so hot and wet, totally getting off on the sight of my heel plunging into his ass.

He opens his eyes, slowing the rhythm of his hand and I smile as he takes hold of my other shoe; gently reverently. He twists my leg carefully and raises my heel to his mouth again. He licks the heel slowly from bottom to top, as I slow the movement of my other foot. He looks along the length of my leg; in this position he can see my cunt spread for him, the lips soaked in my juices. I bring my hand up and caress my clit feeling how swollen and tender it is. He sucks on the heel; his eyes locked on mine. As he takes more of the heel into his mouth I slide my thumb into my aching cunt, bring it to my mouth and suck the juices off. He moans incoherently, the heel muffling his sounds.

I resume the movement of the heel deep in his asshole now and begin to do the same with heel in his mouth. He sucks greedily and the heel disappears down his throat, slowly, like a cock he's deepthroating. He grabs hold of his cock again, more roughly this time and his fist is pumping up and down on his cock. Precum is soaking his hand; he slides his hand down to my heel, letting the precum cover my high heel sliding in and out of his asshole. He's fucking my shoe hard and deep; his balls are bouncing against my ankle.

He's moaning loudly now; the heel in his ass and mouth push in at the same time and he's taking all six inches in both holes. I can feel my juices trickling and I'm getting off on his excitement. I squeeze my swollen nipples hard and feel the tremors starting in my cunt. I snake my hand there and slide two fingers deep inside my wet cunt with my thumb rubbing my hard clit. I let him control the thrusts of my feet as he nears his climax. I finger fuck myself deep and hard and twist my nipple hard with my other hand. That's all it takes and I cry out as I cum.

I know my vocalising will trigger his orgasm. He's grinding against my heel moaning loudly as he leans back, opening his asshole wide for me for that last little bit of depth, breathing raspily as the other heel fills his mouth. The double penetration fills him physically and mentally, totally and absolutely: violently shaking and spasming he cums hard, almost roaring in his release. I quickly remove my heel from his mouth and allow his ribboning cum to spurt all over my shoe. The sticky, opaque creaminess splatters on the black shininess -- all slick from his saliva.

'Holy fuck... fuck... damn fuck!' he intones breathlessly. He slides carefully off the heel embedded in his ass and leans forward in one oft practised movement and slurps noisily at the cum covered shoe. His mouth greedily cleans up and I can feel his warm tongue licking at my foot to get every last drop. He kisses one foot gently and then the other. Gets up and goes.

'Thank you Mistress', he says politely before closing the door behind him.

A Clean Mouth is a Happy Mouth

2009-06-25T05:00:00.000-07:00

It began last October with a routine cleaning. I'd been going to Dr. Williams since I was a kid, but he'd become more withdrawn over the years, leaving most of the work to his younger, more patient assistants. Not that I've minded. You see, I've always found a trip to the dentist to be one of life's more sublime rituals: a quiet, Muzak-filled pause, a chance to browse through childhood periodicals, to luxuriate one's senses in a safe, and polite environment. I've worked hard at keeping my teeth healthy, flossing and brushing on a regular basis. And so it came as a shock, on that chilly autumn day, when the new girl informed me I had not one, but two cavities. She said it as though she were offering an apology, one finger resting on my bottom lip. Under any other circumstance, I might have felt dirty, grim, or cheated, but I delighted at the idea of a return visit, my smile tightening beneath her gentle touch. Her name was Judy, Dr. Williams new dental hygienist. In less than an hour, she would possess my heart.

Judy was a redhead: pale skinned, with light freckles drifting over her cheeks and nose. A well-built woman with wide hips and heavy, rounded breasts, she could not have been over thirty years of age. And yet, there was a loneliness in her eyes, a hungry ache she could not seem to hide. Her movements were exact, and as I watched her that first day, she seemed almost too contained, a restless ocean, called to by a waxing moon. I settled into the chair and waited while she prepared.

Her skin seemed translucent, the veins on the back of her hands like blue rivers, running beneath the paleness there. As she pulled on a pair of latex gloves, she caught me staring. She smiled sweetly, and commented that safety must always come first. I noticed a photo of three pug dogs, hung on the yellow wall. Judy said that they were her babies. She sighed, paused for a moment, then slid on a pair of safety glasses. As she scooted a stool over, I caught a whiff of lavender, like baby powder, or perhaps a scented bath salts. Soon, she was inside my mouth.

Coated with saliva, her fingers slid between my lips and gums. They probed deeper, and I opened wide, offering her easier access. Judy leaned over, and stretched my cheeks, her crisp white uniform brushing against my shoulder. I was helpless beneath her probing fingers. I felt myself becoming aroused. Looking into her eyes, I noticed a freckle dotting her green iris. Thankful for the brisk weather out, I felt glad I'd chosen a thicker, darker, pair of trousers. Perhaps they'd hide my excitement. Judy gazed into my mouth, then reached for the polisher. She asked if I'd like citrus or peppermint.

As she rose, I caught sight of her expansive bottom. I imagined how she looked beneath the uniform: firm, muscular thighs supporting a pale, and delicious rump. White pantyhose covered her legs, and, for an instant, I saw my face pressed between her thighs, my nostrils filled with a warm mix of nylon, sweat, and arousal. Judy turned and caught me again. I blushed and stammered, and asked how long she'd been working here. Her kind smile reassured me not to worry, that everything would be just fine. She told me to relax, that we'd have plenty of time to talk later.

Back inside my mouth, Judy pressed her body closer. Her left forearm rested on my shoulder, and, as she stood behind me, working on my bottom teeth, I felt her full, almost maternal breasts squashed against the top of my head. As she worked, her focus became more intense. It sounded like she might be humming. Was it snippets of show tunes? The opening bars of "Do-Re-Mi?" Perspiration diamonds sparkled on her snowy brow. A suction hose lay hooked inside my cheek, and the good Nurse Judy occasionally used this instrument to suck out the copious pools of saliva that flooded my eager orifice. Then, just as I neared the overflowing point, Judy stopped polishing, and instructed me to spit into a nearby porcelain basin. As she reached past me, I felt an urge to bite into her fleshy forearm, to leave a toothy imprint there. But this was Judy's game. Her poise was unflappable. She retained absolute control. Holding a plastic cup to my lip, she told me to rinse. I gladly obliged, and this seemed to please her. She said that I was very good.

Then she went back to work. Faster this time, with a sense of urgency previously hidden. Standing by my side, one hip pushing against the chair's armrest, Judy thrust the head of the instrument deep into the sticky mint paste. She braced one hand against my cheek, and with the other, she once again invaded my mouth. As her latex glove brushed past my lips, Judy commanded that I open wider. Of course, I wanted only to oblige. And so, squinting, I cocked my head, offering her better access. She pushed further, stretching me, buzzing my lower molars. In and out she worked it, her voluminous chest heaving beneath her uniform. My pulse quickened; I felt myself throbbing. Hot saliva shot down my throat, and for an instant, I thought I might gag. Judy sensed this, and, just as I began to choke, she shifted the sucking vacuum, paused, and asked if I was all right. I nodded. I tried to speak. I begged for her to continue. I longed to take her inside of me, to feel her going deeper. I imagined her entire fist, plunging, filling me, stretching me wider than I've ever been stretched before.

She loaded up more paste, then leaned in closer and started on my uppers. The machine's metal arm shook in her grasp, her fingers pulsed and vibrated. My lips became electrified, every nerve ending sparked to new life. If I could only wrap my mouth around her, give suck to her fingers as they burrowed into my oral cavern. Bits of plaque mixed with saliva, and as the humming tip exploded over jagged bicuspids, minty white drops splattered Judy's glasses and hair. It embarrassed me greatly; I wanted to fetch a towel, but I found myself helpless beneath her forceful toil. One globule lay on her cheekbone, and I watched, horrified, it slid lower, down toward her lovely mouth.

How we doing here? Dr. Williams snatched up my files. Judy pulled out quickly. She removed her glasses, and wiped her face.

Almost finished, Doctor. She gave me a little wink.

That's nice, real good. He waddled over, and poked my gums with a sharp metal tool. Judy stood behind him. She said she'd noticed a couple of dark spots. Dr. Williams suggested an X-ray. He hovered for an instant, then thankfully left us alone.

Once again, a cloud drifted across Judy's face. She stared at the picture of her dogs. Her babies. Her surrogate children. A shame, really, because she seemed so built for motherhood. I imagined a baby, cradled in her arms, her enormous bosom, overflowing with milk. Veins like road maps, wide areolas, the tender, extended nipples, the sweet and nourishing taste. I closed my eyes. The baby disappeared. And in the plush hotel suite of my mind, Judy tilted her head; her smooth neck beckoning me closer. Reaching back, she unzipped her uniform, then wiggled her torso, as the white nylon melted to the floor. She took my hand and guided it to her bra clasp. With a snap, it parted, the cups still clinging to her full, lusty breasts.

It's been awhile, hasn't it? Back in the office, Judy approached with a protective apron. She adjusted it onto my lap, sliding it toward my chest, her face so mysterious, I wondered if she could read my mind. You should really get X-rayed more often.

The friction of the apron nearly undid me. I throbbed against the heavy lead, aching for release. Standing beside me, Judy, very slowly, peeled off the latex gloves. Don't worry, she whispered. I'll try and be real careful. She reached into a drawer and came back with a folded piece of cardboard. It's just that I'm sweating so. Open?

Like she really needed to ask. Her unsheathed fingers danced in quick, and she instructed me to bite down hard. As she withdrew, one finger dragged past my upper lip The shock of bare skin set my whole face tingling. The cardboard pushed deep into my gums, and as my mouth began to lubricate, I felt myself grow hard again. Judy swung down the camera. She placed it against my jaw, then hurried off to throw a switch.

While the photos developed, I drifted back to the hotel room suite. This time, I took the dental chair with me. Judy, clad only in white pumps, pantyhose, and nurses cap, unlocked one arm of the chair, then leaned over to unlatch the other side. As she did, her tremendous mammaries dragged across my thighs. Surprised by the absence of my shirt and trousers, I opened my mouth to speak, when Judy put a finger to my lips, tossed a leg over, then straddled my lap completely. I pulsated against her, and, as she pressed down harder, the steamy valley of nylon caught my bare erection in its wicked, hygienic, web.

Judy leaned toward me. She pushed her breasts together. Tiny white droplets oozed from her nipples, and I opened my mouth as she offered me a taste. My tongue flicked from one to the other, luxuriating in her sweetness. Her hips rocked to and fro, and as I rose up to meet her, she let out a slow, throaty moan. I grabbed her hips, and she began to move faster, her sticky wetness seeping through her once-professional hosiery. Push harder, she told me, and I did, lifting myself up from the chair, thrusting against her, wanting more than anything to please, to satisfy her, to bring her the frenzied release for which her lonely eyes begged.

Breathing hard, she pumped her breasts, and as she pinched her nipples, jets of fresh nurse milk spurted into my eyes, my nose, my face. I opened my mouth, hoping to lap up as much as possible. Judy became frantic, her pubis battering my nearly bursting rod. With a groan, she sank forward into me. My lips closed around her nipple. She began to tremble. I gently gave suck. Heavenly streams flooded my throat; my mouth filled with her sweetness. I swallowed greedily, gulping down every proffered drop.

Just then, the real Judy, back with the developed photos, pulled away the X-ray apron. As it slid across my tented trousers, the sudden friction drove me over the brink. I held tight to the arm rests, gasping as I climaxed. Judy stared in wide-eyed amazed at the growing wet spot, as spurt after spurt filled my boxer shorts and trousers. It was then that she won my heart over completely. For just as the last tremors of orgasm shook my prone body, Judy placed her index finger to my lips, and shushed me back to tranquility. Her eyes locked on mine, and for one brief instant, the florescent overhead lights created a halo effect. She smiled sweetly, then informed me of my cavities.

A Cigarette

2009-06-24T05:00:00.000-07:00

Smoke curled from a cigarette gently balanced in the ashtray. Her lipstick formed a faint red curve over the filter tip, a curve he longed to touch, to draw to his mouth as he breathed the heat from her mouth. She sipped her coffee, while he reveled in the image, her face, filtered through the light fog of smoke, her sky blue eyes peeking through the mist.

Harry watched as Debbie picked up the cigarette, noticing the tip glow as she drew in a long breath. He leaned forward as she blew the smoke into his face, his eyes watering at the burn. She immediately took another drag and blew the smoke into his face a second time before daintily returning it to the ashtray.

Reaching down to his lap, Harry adjusted his erection a trembling hand. This was sheer torture, the building emotions inside him as he watched her smoke the cigarette. Looking back at her, he let his eyes cascade over her blonde hair as it fell just above her shoulders. He longed to reach out and touch it, but that would disturb the rising wisps of smoke from her cigarette.

Their relationship had developed slowly, smoldering like an untended cigarette. Distance prevented anything faster, a distance that first provided them with some personal security, but then became an impediment to them. Harry shook his head thinking of the hours he spent online with Debbie, playing this very scenario as they furiously typed their messages back and forth. Now, finally, his fantasies unfolded before him.

She raised the cigarette to her lips and stared intently into his eyes as she took a deep drag and then, teasingly, held the smoke in her lungs, letting but a wisp curl out of her mouth and tickle up along her nose. Sensing his anticipation she smiled and then blew the warm air into his face, watching him tremble in response.

Debbie took the cigarette and snubbed it out in the ashtray. Looking in her purse she pulled out an empty Virginia Slims box. “Perhaps we should go upstairs, I have more in my room.”

Harry groaned, “Yes, but give me a moment,” his hands quickly going to his lap. Adjusting his erection, he brushed his hands over his pants, hoping that his excitement was at least hidden from the people around him. He knew Debbie would notice the bulge in his pants. “Okay, I am ready now… I think.”

She remained seated for a moment as he stood up, her eyes held level as his crotch rose up before her. Only after she got a close look at his bulge did she stand up, turn and lead him to the elevator.

They rode in silence, both flushed in anticipation. When the elevator reached the floor, she led him to her room, slid the key into the slot and opened the door only slightly. She turned and handed him the key saying, “Give me a moment to get ready for you; I’ll ring your cell phone when I am ready.” She then slipped in the door, closing it behind her.

Holding the key, Harry leaned against the wall with a sigh. He felt an intense pressure all over his body and his hands trembled as he took several deep breaths to remain composed. He waited in the corridor for what seemed like hours until finally, his cell phone rang.

Not taking the time to answer it, he turned it off, then inserted the key into the door and stepped inside to complete darkness. Stopping immediately, he slowly closed the door, trying to memorize the room layout in the bit of light that had shown through the open door.

“Leave the lights out,” he heard from across the room.

The door closed and Harry waited a moment as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He looked to where the voice had come from and noticed a faint red glow. Staring at the light, he noticed it brighten and then return to its dull glow.

“Take off your clothes,” he heard. He quickly undressed, tossing his clothes in a heap on the floor. He started moving toward the red glow, sliding his feet on the floor, hoping not to trip over any furniture.

“My clothes are off,” he said, still moving slowly.

“Yes, I see,” she said, breathing out a long breath.

Picturing the smoke billowing from her mouth he reached out and placed his hand on the bed. He moved over closer to her, sitting down and facing her. He could see her in the faint light and the glow of her cigarette. She lifted it to her mouth, took a drag and then blew the smoke out, but not into his face as she had done during the evening, but over his hard cock.

Feeling the warm air roll over his rod, he gasped suddenly feeling dizzy. He looked at her, illuminated by the glow of her cigarette. Her breasts cast curved shadows down her body as she took another drag from the cigarette. The shadows moved around and up her stomach as she put the cigarette back into the ashtray. She blew another blast of smoke over his throbbing cock and whispered, “Lie down and spread your legs.”

Harry lay back resting on his elbows and opened his legs. From this position he watched her as she grabbed her cigarette, flicked off some ash and then moved it toward him. He could see his erection lit by the glow of her cigarette. Just as they had played dozens of times online, he watched as she moved the glowing tip of her cigarette closer to his thigh.

He could smell the odor of burning hair and watched as she held the cigarette just centimeters from his skin. She slowly moved the tip closer and closer to him, burning away a few of the hairs. He gritted his teeth as he felt the heat from the smoldering tobacco hovering millimeters from his tender skin.

His cock throbbed as he felt her slowly move the cigarette from just above his mid thigh up toward his aching erection. The heat left a trail of red in his pale skin as the glowing tip moved closer and closer to his scrotum. He felt her hair trickle across his cock as she moved the cigarette up over his balls. The combination of pleasure and pain that pulsed through him left him gasping for air as she pulled the cigarette up to her lips and took a long drag.

She stubbed it out in the ashtray and opened her mouth, lowering it over his cock. Smoke poured out around his erect member and rolled out over his balls, still aching from the heat of the cigarette. Exhaling the rest of the smoke, she closed her mouth over his cock and took a long drag on him, moving her head up and down.

Feeling an intense pleasure well up in his balls and rise through his shaft he immediately came, filling her mouth with his steaming cum. She clamped her lips around his shaft, letting only a bit of his sticky liquid dribble down onto his balls. Harry watched her swallow his jism and then run her tongue down his shaft and over his balls, gently lapping up the spilled cum careful not to irritate his burned skin.

Looking back to his cock, she milked out the last tiny dribbles of cum and quickly lapped it up. Before he could say anything, she grabbed his shoulders and forced him hard onto his back. She then crawled up over him, straddling his face and lowering her dripping pussy onto his mouth.

Immediately driving his tongue into her hot cunt, he tasted her tart juices before moving his attention up to her clit. Taking the tiny knob into his mouth, he sucked it, like he imagined he might suck on a cigarette, playfully toying with it between his lips and tongue. He then moved back down to her opening for another taste of her cunt and then slid back up her cleft to her clit again.

Debbie moved her hips, grinding herself back and forth over his face as he alternated between clit and cunt, driving her into a frenzy. She reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling his face hard onto her, so hard he had to fight her some just to catch his breath. They continued, him fucking her with his tongue as she ground her pussy on his mouth until she arched her back and with a loud groan, came spectacularly, her head and back flinching as her pussy pulsed.

She collapsed, falling onto the bed above his head, her face buried in the pillow, her pussy leaning against the top of his head. Harry reached over and gently ran his hand over her calf, feeling a dull ache along the red line running up his thigh.

After several minutes, Debbie rose up onto her knees, turned over, sitting on the bed with her back resting against the headboard. She looked at him with a mischievous smile and said, “I think I need a cigarette. You don’t mind do you?”

Harry felt his cock harden a bit as she lit the cigarette.

A Christmas to Remember

2009-06-23T05:00:00.000-07:00

It was one week before Christmas and I had invited some of my girlfriends over for drinks while my cuckold boyfriend, James, was out doing my last minute shopping. I so abhor crowds, and shopping in general, that I always have him do it for me.

But I had taken one giant leap and did venture out to buy his Christmas present one that I too could enjoy. I bought him a blowup doll. I thought this was a wonderful gift for him. I could watch as he feebly tried to please this doll with his tiny penis as she lay there with this ho-hum expression waiting for him to satisfy her and her orifices being too big for even her to feel him pumping his little instrument in and out. I was like a child waiting for Christmas morning so I could enjoy that gift.

My friends and I were having a great time talking about the fun times we had shared and the men we had conquered. It was a lot of amusement, listening to all the stories and reliving the memories of our fun times.

Then James came home… the girls got a little quiet and somber and I thought this wouldn't do. So I told James to go make some hordevours and mix us some more drinks and I told him that I wanted him to serve them in that new pair of pink panties I had bought him last week.

He went into the bedroom and put the packages away and came out with nothing on but his panties; he looked so sweet in them; all the girls loved it. They started giggling and saying how cute he looked in them.

This made me smile with delight and James turned red with humiliation. I thought, "Hmmmm, wouldn't it be fun if we all teased him about his tiny penis!"

So while he was in the kitchen preparing our food and drinks I huddled with Mary, Norma, and Bonnie and we decided when James came out of the kitchen that we would strip him off his pink frilly panties, tease him and play with his little penis.

I thought it would be fun to milk him too, so I got up and grabbed a wineglass so we could catch his cum as it drizzled out of his tiny dick.

When he entered the room, about twenty minutes, later we had all stripped down to our underwear and were all sitting there with coy little smiles on our faces. James' jaw dropped; he knew he was in trouble.

He looked at me and asked, "Is there anything else you desire Ma'am?"

A smile crossed my lips and I said, "Yes, James, there is. We have been talking about your tiny dick and the girls would like to see what it looks like. They just can't imagine a man with a dick as small as yours. Their men are all well hung and they just can't imagine me being with someone as small as I say you are. They think I'm teasing them or lying to them. You must prove them wrong for me."

James turned a little red, but did as I requested as all good cuckolds do. "Would you like me to serve them in the nude, Ma'am?" he asked.

"Yes, James, I certainly would!" I said, "Now drop those panties and let them see that tiny dick of yours." He put the tray down and a little reluctantly, pulled off his panties. Instantly my girlfriends cackled at the little appendage that was hanging in front of them. They were amazed!

Mary turned to me and said, "That can't please you; that won't even begin to fill that pussy of yours!"

I said, "Yes, you're right why do you think I have that big black Bull to keep me happy?"

She laughed and said, "Oh yeah, I forgot about him." And then we all laughed.

Norma said, "Oh I can't believe that thing is real, this is a joke. James, come over here so I can see that little thing close up and verify that it's real."

James looked at me hesitantly obviously hoping I would deny her request. I said, "Do as she says James and do it now!"

He slowly and cautiously approached Norma and she put her reading glasses on and bent down to examine his small penis.

"I've seen print larger than this," she said, "I just have to touch it!"

I said, "Go ahead, it's too small to hurt you."

We all laughed. James stood very still anticipating the touch that was headed his way and fearing it at the same time. I just looked him in the eye and smiled. He is a good cuckold, I thought to myself.

Mary said, "That thing can't really work. It certainly is too small to produce any cum. Look how small those balls are."

I said, "Yeah, he has a little bit of cum every now and then. We can find out how much he has if you would like. I think it would be fun, don't you, James?"

James just looked at me with horror in his eyes and I laughed out loud.

"Come over here my little dicked man and let me show them what to do to find that cum in you." I commanded.

Slowly James walked to my side and I took his small penis in my hand and started giving him a hand job. I could feel that little penis trying to get hard.

I said to Mary, "Feel this, he gets hard just like a real man. He just doesn't get big like a real man."

So she reached out and took his tiny dicklett in her hand and it was so small she almost lost it. She giggled at the feeling in her hand, she said, "It feels like a little mouse or something in my hand. It is soft and gushy and fun. I like this little toy but wouldn't want to sleep with it; it would never please me!"

I laughed and said, "No his penis is of little use, but he does a great clean-up job after my Bull is has filled me with a great cream pie. The best oral sex I ever had!"

She laughed and said, " I doubt that! My boyfriend gives great oral sex!" The challenge was made and I had to prove my point.

I said, "Take 'em off my dear and let him show you!"

I told James, " You show her how good that tongue of yours is, now!"

He looked at me a little embarrassed and said, "Yes Ma'am."

All us other girls gathered around to watch as Mary lay down and spread her legs. James dutifully went down on her and within minutes she was moaning at the pleasure she was given.

Within five minutes she was squirming with ecstasy and begging him not to stop. Within another two minutes she orgasmed violently! And had a smile on her face. James just stood up and waited for more instruction from me. Mary smiled and said, "I see what you mean."

I held out the wineglass and said to James, "You know what I want in here?"

He said, "Yes, Ma'am! But you want to do it now?"

I told him, "Yes, I want the girls to have fun too! This is a joyous time of year after all. And when it's full I want us both to drink it; you know how I love cum!" He just shook his head.

I took his small, limp penis in my hand and started rubbing it. Gently at first to get it hard so it could produce the juices I desired.

I looked at Norma who was watching with wide eyes and said, "I think you would enjoy this, here, try."

She smiled and reached over and took that small penis in her large hand. She said, "This is so tiny!"

"Yes, but it will cum for you just keep rubbing it." I told her and sat back to enjoy the scene. There was a smile on Norma's face; she was having a good time.

Bonnie had been sitting there quietly since we started playing with James. She finally spoke, "Hey, when do I get a turn. I am used to big bulls and I want to see and feel that baby dick."

Norma said, "Give me a few more minutes. He's starting to get hard. Look at those little balls, they're turning into little marbles." And she laughed while she tickled his small balls.

James pleaded with me with his eyes, but I was far from ready to end this fun. I went into the bedroom and just listened to my friends having a good time with him.

It was fun hearing them describe the sensations of touching such a small dicklett. When I re-emerged Bonnie had him in her hands fondling the penis like it was dough. I asked, if any cum had shown itself yet and the said it hadn't.

"Oh well," I said, "guess I'll have to take matters into my own hands."

I ridiculed him for not cooperating and took his dicklett into my hand. I said, "Now look James, I really want some cum here. You will give it up!"

I put a little pressure on the small semi-erect penis and it became a little harder. I told the girls, "You just need to learn how to do this." They laughed.

After jerking on his penis for a few minutes the sweet cum started its short journey to the head, precum was surfacing. I smiled and said to James, "Now, that a good boy!" The girls liked this and came closer to see his cum emerging from the head of his little cock.

Bonnie got excited… "I want to get some of that in the glass, let me do it!"

"Okay, but come take it from me, I don't want a break in the action or he'll lose it." I told her.

Mary got up and went for the camera, "Wait, I want a picture of this!" she said.

So I continued my constant stroking and when Mary came with the digital she took the picture as we traded off and Bonnie took over. Bonnie had a good rhythm going and I could see James was starting to fill that small instrument of his. I took the camera from Mary and got close to the scene.

I wanted to see his cum flow out of his head. It was only a second before the cum flowed… I got a great shot and I even got one of his little small amounts of cum flowing into the glass. Bonnie stood up proud and held the wineglass up for all to see. We all cheered that she had accomplished her task!

James stood there, still naked and his little dicklett totally withdrawn. I had an idea how to cheer him up. I went back into the bedroom and put on my strap-on.

I walked out with only that on. "Okay girls, now some more fun…"

The looked up and saw me and asked all together, "What are you going to do with that?"

I said, "What do you think, I'm going to fuck him!"

"Oh, okay, just so it's him and not us!" they said in unison. They laughed a laugh of relief.

James knew what to do, and he got down on all fours.

I told him, "No, James, it's not fair that only Mary gets the thrill of your tongue. Now you have to do Bonnie and Norma. And while you are doing them, I'm going to do you!"

"As you wish Ma'am!" he said, "Do you have a preference as to which one should be first Ma'am?"

I looked at the girls and Bonnie said, "I'm really wet from milking him, I want him to clean me first."

I told James, "Okay, do her first."

Bonnie took her panties off and lay on the soft cushions on the floor. James got down on all fours and crawled across the room to her, head bowed. I had Mary get the camera since she had already had hers and she became the photographer. I walked over and lubricated James' asshole so that I could enter him.

I was careful as I inserted my 8-inch penis into him because I did not want to cause any bleeding. He moaned as he felt it slide into him. It took a while to get him use to this but now he enjoys it. As I fucked his butt he licked Bonnie really good. She started moaning almost as soon as his tongue touched her pubic hairs. Mary was taking pictures from all angles, wanting to get the full essence of the moment and the looks on everyone's face.

The more excited Bonnie's moans became the deeper James penetrated her and the more I penetrated him. I was getting really excited with the sounds and movements going on around us. My pussy was wet and my clit was hard. I was ramming James harder than I ever had when it was just the two of us. I was losing control I was so excited.

Finally, after about ten minutes Bonnie erupted with a loud scream of pleasure and her body convulsed for about two or three minutes from the ecstasy she was experiencing. From my angle, I could see her legs twitching. Should have filmed it instead of stills.

I had to take quick deep breaths to keep my body from convulsing too. This was a real exciting experience for me. Mary had never used the strap-on before, but after she saw what I had gone through she asked, "Can I do him this time and you take the pictures?"

"Sure, I need the break, that was really exciting. Just don't damage my goods, either one of them." I laughed. She promised she wouldn't and I turned over the strap-on.

Meanwhile, Norma had stripped off her panties and made her way to the cushions. A smile across her face in anticipation of the orgasm she knew was on its way. She reached down and touched her pussy and announced, "I'm wet already and he hasn't even touched me!" and she laughed.

"Just wait," I said, "you're going to want your own cuckold after this is over."

Once again James took his position and this time Mary lubricated him and slowly entered his asshole. She was cautious, I could tell she didn't want to damage my property. She smiled as it slid smoothly into the ass hole I had already enlarged. James backed a little into it because he likes the way it feels and then he started licking and probing Norma and a tentative Mary started pumping her hips in a rhythm that felt good to her. She smiled and I could tell instantly that she enjoyed this.

I walked around the scene with the camera taking some great pictures of each scene. I even took pictures of Bonnie masturbating. She just couldn't seem get enough of this situation. James was performing very well too. Norma's hips had already started to grind and there was a humming sound coming from her. James was licking furiously trying to keep up with the movement of her hips.

Mary had a smile a mile wide as she pumped that large penis in and out of James' butt. This was really getting her off too. I was getting wet again too… that sex going on around me made me horny all over again. Everyone was having fun and getting what they wanted. No one felt left out.

After about five minutes Norma was screaming with pleasure and Mary had juices running down her legs. It was clear they were enjoying this.

I got close to Norma's pussy and got a picture of James' tongue in her and it knew its way around that territory. Her clit was standing at attention and demanding attention. James was doing a good job. In another few minutes Norma's entire body convulsed and a deep sigh came from deep inside her.

She was completely spent. James slowly cleaned the entire pussy area and pulled slowly away from her pulsing body.

As he backed out Mary gave a last thrust of her penis and sighed deeply as the juices continued to flow down her legs. James turned around and licked the juices, moaning, as he tasted her. He was getting a good supper. And he had no complaints.

Well, now all of my guests were fully serviced. They lay there, all of them, with smiles on their faces. I said, "See, a cuckold is a good thing to keep around the house. And you can keep your Bulls too."

They thanked me for a wonderful Christmas present and got dressed. James sat on the floor looking exhausted and satisfied. His little dicklett pulled into his body totally useless. But he smiled because he knew he has pleased me in pleasing my friends.

As they left we vowed to do this every Christmas from now on.

A Change of Pace

2009-06-22T05:00:00.000-07:00

He had tied her to a bed and made love with her on two occasions. The first mention of the subject intrigued her, although she could not believe she had agreed. She was even more surprised at how much she enjoyed it. The second time she was eager to participate. Her body was fully in his control, and as orgasm after orgasm raged through her she could do nothing to stop him, even if she had wanted to do so. She did not want to, she submitted to his every whim. The safety word, which would free her from her bondage, was never even close to her lips. Later, untied, talking to him about the experience, she heard herself tell him she would like to reverse the situation, that she would like to tie him and fully control things. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have this woman, and how much he wanted to experience such aggression on her part.

In the guest room of the lake house there was a four-post bed. As they sat in the living room shortly after arriving one afternoon, the conversation turned sexual, as they knew it would, and they both knew what they were about to do. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, where he had placed four neckties to create four perfectly placed points for bondage. He now offered her the chance she had requested, and while she would have preferred to wait until evening, she gave in to his request to do it now, and they kissed while various articles of clothing were strewn around the room. When all the clothes were gone and they were locked together in a tight embrace he sat up, taking her with him and asked her to tie him.

While she began to do his right foot, tying his ankle ever so gently, he tied his left leg, and turned to her, kissing first her back, then her mouth as she repositioned herself to tie his hands. She laid him back and sat over him as she did his left hand while he licked her left breast as she leaned to secure her knots. With his still free right hand he stroked her pussy, and she was now bordering on the orgasm she knew she would have but so wanted to delay until the time of her choosing. Finally she finished his left hand, asking demurely if he was comfortable, and then removed his other hand from her clitoris, where it was working the magic that she so treasured. She licked his lubricated fingers as she made the last knot, pulled away and sat over him, commenting about how nice this looked, and how much she had wanted to do this.

She lowered her mouth to his, kissing him and accepting his anxious tongue in response. She ground her pussy against his cock, being careful to let his shaft feel her opening but being equally careful that he not be allowed in. She wanted to excite him beyond his wildest dreams before she took him; she wanted him to want her totally, to lose control and simply explode into her as she controlled his pleasure. So she continued to kiss him, allowing her body to rub against his, cat like, and her moans became like purrs as she ever so slowly maneuvered her way down his body.

At first he could feel and smell her hair as she kissed his neck and upper chest, pausing to suck on his nipples. Then he could only watch as her lithe body was expertly rubbed against his own. She laid her face against his stomach, then kissed his waist, her tongue exploring his belly button, finally reaching his penis, which by now felt as if it would burst. He thought she was going to suck him off, in the manner that only she could, swallowing his semen and licking him clean, doing so with such loving enjoyment, but she had more in mind. She detoured around his cock, running her tongue down to his scrotum, licking his balls with obvious pleasure as he moaned loudly, loving every stroke of her tongue, wishing that this could go on forever.

She wanted to give him the pleasure he was so obviously enjoying, pleasures that he had never before experienced. She was incredibly turned on by his moans, which she knew were caused by her acts and her acts alone as he had no way to assist in the process. He could see her, and watch her spectacular body work its magic on him, but he could not touch. He longed to feel her, he needed to have her, but she was in total charge and obviously enjoying her new found power.

Finally, she emerged from below his cock, smiling as she watched him strain against the bonds, knowing how much he wanted to take her, listening as he begged for her body. She moved assuredly to his cock, putting her dainty mouth over the shaft, and he watched as she took half of it into her mouth, he was amazed at how she could show her feelings by the way she so lovingly handled his organ. He fought off an orgasm and now heard himself pleading with her to take him, "Oh baby, please take me, please ride my cock, oh honey please, I want you so much."

But she had other plans, detouring down on him again, lightly licking his throbbing cock, again taking his balls into her mouth, then licking under his balls in that small area between his scrotum and his ass hole, applying pressure with her tongue, until he hardly could stand it. She then she reversed her course, moving up his shaft, licking the tip of his cock, then burying her face in his pubic hair and kissing up his stomach to his chest, then sitting above him. She straddled his hips, with her own, her knees bent under her so she could rise up on them as she pleased to take him. She slowly took his shaft in her hands, guiding it into her, letting only the tip in, as he thrust up toward her with his cock.

She wanted his cock more than anything. But she would not let him take control. She withdrew from his thrusts when they were badly timed, and drove down all the harder when they fit into her plan. It was his moans and cries that she now heard; it was he that had lost control, it was he that wanted to explode into her regardless of the appropriateness of the timing. He came loudly, with almost a yell, grunting with each spasm, feeling the gism rush out of him, watching her from below as she rode him, wanting to give him as much pleasure as she could provide, wanting to do everything she could to make him never forget her. To him there had never been any question of that, from their first night together. But now he knew with unquestionable certainty.

She collapsed down on him when she was sure he was through, kissing his mouth with hers. He had wanted to kiss her again since the moment she had pulled away after tying his hand, and now that he finally got his chance he didn't want the kiss to end, but she pulled away.

"Did you like that?" she asked.

"Oh, I certainly did, you are wonderful, spectacular."

"I'm glad you think so, I'm glad I could do that for you."

"You could do one more thing for me, please."

"What's that?"

"You could move yourself up and sit on my face and let me lick your pussy."

"You'd like that?"

"Baby, there's nothing in the world I'd rather do."

So she moved up on him, sitting on his chest, then slowly raising her pussy so that he could get his mouth on exactly the right spot. She soon realized that he had a very limited range of motion, and that she could limit it further by the positioning of her thighs and the amount of weight she applied. She could direct his attention to the exact spot she wanted licked. For his part he licked hungrily, desperately wanting to return the pleasure she had so selflessly provided. He could watch her from below as she braced herself against the headboard with her hands, her perfect breasts hanging above him but beyond his reach, gasping for air as her orgasm approached, making minute position changes so she could insure herself of the maximum pleasure that could be derived from this unique position. He could hear the volume of her moans increase, he could watch her face contort, he could see her firm breasts thrust out and he could feel the tension in her thighs as her orgasm took her away. He wanted to keep licking her forever, to levitate her into a permanent state of pleasure, but despite his pleas of "more", she pulled away, collapsing again on him, gasping for breath and holding him tightly in her arms. He longed to hold her in return, but was prevented from doing so by the bonds that left him spread-eagled on the bed.

He tried to catch his breath knowing that he wanted to do her again. He said the only word he could get out, "Again."

"No, not yet" she said, never ceasing to be amazed at how much he wanted her, about how he never seemed to tire, about how he always was willing to try again. But he had planted the seed, and as she lay atop him she knew something that he would like. So she shifted herself around, laying on top of him and positioning

her face at his groin and her pussy on his face, a perfect sixty nine that would soon make them both happy. He was ecstatic. He loved this position, he knew she would come again, he knew she would lick him and suck him so that he would reestablish a hard on and would probably either be sucked off or would be fucked into another orgasm. Either way, this was a great choice.

As it worked out, she came first, another seismic orgasm convulsing her being. When she was done he begged her to fuck him, and she did, this time facing away from her so he could watch her back and perfect ass as she worked on his cock with her pussy. When he came she collapsed onto him and this time they both fell into an exhausted sleep. They would awake to a gathering twilight and she would untie him for dinner. Both regretted that they didn't have more time for this, she was right, they should have waited to the evening. But he now wanted to hold her while they made love, he had so missed being able to feel her body with his hands during the session, and despite the excitement the bondage had provided, he needed to feel her while they made love. They did so that night, and her body never felt better to him. She asked if they could do this again, and he could hardly control his pleasure in telling her he would love to do so. They slept that night in fully satisfied joy.

A Chance Farty Encounter

2009-06-21T05:00:00.000-07:00

It was like any other Tuesday as he entered the train and sat down. She was there again, since Friday of last week. A pretty Latin thing with bright eyes, strong pursed lips, and an eye for fashion that only a Latina could have. She met his eyes and then shyly looked at her mp3 player as he sat down in front of her. She always wore skirts, tight on and up her ample ass...he knew this because he made it a point to follow her up the stairs when they got off the train. He liked watching her fat ass wag in the skirt, her legs moving in these farty opaque pantyhose that she wore. He couldn't help it, imagining what it would be like to smell her, her most private hot dark places. He pictured her bent over in an office somewhere, as he worked her skirt up, bent close and smelled her asshole through her hose and panties, pictured the sound of her laying this ....

His revelry was broken by the unmistakable sound of a wicked fart. He knew they were the only ones in this end of the car, and he turned to look at her. When she finally noticed him staring at her, she took her headphones off of one ear with an expectant question.."Yes..?"

HE tried not to be drawn in by her huge green eyes and soft yet tough face. Her voice had a nice deep tone but still very womanly. The scent of her fart just caught him now, a deep smell, almost of shit. He decided to be rude and see where it would get him...

" You know, you CAN say excuse me...."

She replied now, a bit agitated with one eyebrow raised.

"I'm SORRY....What'd you say?"

He pressed the bitchy angle, hoping for an embarrassment and seeing where it would go. Man, he thought, it's going to suck to not ride with her anymore...

"You just farted, Honey....you can at least say excuse me..."

She flushed red now (A good sign), but responded angrier now..

"What the fuck are you talking about?!....I didn't far....you're crazy..."

Now he went for it, seeking to press the advantage by changing tactics.

He leaned in to her, as she turned more red by the minute..

"Look, my iPod's off...I heard you leave a fart. And that's OK...." He gestured around the rapidly filling car as the people approached their end. " But I'm not going to let you take the rap for it, even though it stinks. Again, you cover for girls, I guess. But most girls who find a guy that would smell their ass? They don't give attitude...they say thanks. Whatever..." he said, turning around and dismissing her. "Have a good day, Hon.."

She was stunned. Her face still a deep red, and now her body beginning to respond sexually to it all, she reached out to tap his shoulder.

He almost exploded inside, then slowly turned to face her. "Yes?" he asked her impatiently.

She was apologetic to the extreme, but smiling with the shyness of a bad girl caught doing something. "Look, I DID fart....I was embarrassed, OK?..." she sought his face for understanding.

She put out a white gloved hand. "I'm Michelle...we got off on the wrong foot.....friends?" she asked.

He took her hand. "I'm Joe" he said. "It's nice to meet you."

She sought his eyes. "Listen, this is going to sound weird....what did you mean when you said you smelled a girl's ass?"

He smiled, looking down. "Do you REALLY want to know?" he asked shyly.

"Yes" she replied enthusiastically, smiling now.

He rose half, beckoning to the seat next to her, "Do you mind if I join you...it's awkward talking backwards.." he laughed.

"Oh, please do" she said, scooting herself up against the window side. He couldn't help but notice that she was skirted again today, a nice gray number with thick white hose again on her fatty thighs and nice mid-calf gray boots. He wondered about putting his head up her skirt with his face in her ass-crack.

He now sought her eyes, "I have a fetish...I guess.." he said his voice trailing off as he wordlessly stared at her face. They were both mystified by each other at this point.

She stared at him wide-eyed and a bit incredulously, "Lemme get this straight....you'd smell my ass...my farts?" she said quietly.

He just smiled wide and asked her "Why, do you have to fart right now?.....Then go ahead..."

She was astounded, but her pussy was hotter than it had ever been. Still, she pressed him. "WHAT? Lay a fart right now, right HERE??"

"Fuck these people," he responded a bit angrily, "I think you're beautiful and your farts stink. You have no idea how hard my cock is right now..."

Then she hit him like a bomb...it was HER turn to shock. "Well, maybe I want to smell YOUR farts..." she got out with that bad girl grin again.

Maybe this wasn't going to be such a bad day, he thought...

A Case of Misbehavior

2009-06-20T05:00:00.000-07:00

My wife is a "spanko". She introduced me to it when we first got together. Skeptical at first, I was a bit surprised to find out it made me hot to turn her ass red before sticking my hard cock into her juicy pussy. I even let her spank me sometimes, but I learned that I have to be in just the right mood for that.

She divorced her husband after we met and fell in love. Her two daughters weren't really happy about that, especially the younger one. Lori was seventeen when her mom moved her in to live with us. My wife had told me that Lori had learned somehow of her mother's fetish, and wasn't pleased. So we reserved those playtimes for days or nights when Lori wasn't around. The daughters' attitude toward me, "the man who had taken their mother from their dad", warmed when they saw how happy their mom was with me.

Just before Lori's eighteenth birthday, she had a girlfriend sleep over. Brandi was turning 18 within a few days of Lori's birthday, so we offered to give them a joint party. They loved the idea. While they were upstairs in Lori's room we overheard them laughing and talking. They obviously thought that their music was loud enough to drown them out. They mentioned spanking and our ears perked up. Apparently they had developed a playful habit of delivering swats to each other. This was proving interesting. "You always swat me too hard!" Brandi's voice seemed to bait Lori.

"Yeah, well, you shouldn't swat me when you pass me in the halls at school," Lori replied. They giggled and we heard them thumping and wrestling. It was punctuated by a distinct slapping sound, giggles then silence. Apparently they'd realized they were being too loud.

After a few minutes, however, we heard them talking about the party. They both were hoping to get birthday spankings from the boys at the party. They sounded very eager! On the morning of her birthday, I toyed with the idea of spanking Lori, but when I jokingly said I was going to, Lori flatly forbade it, probably associating it with her mother's sex life. Kids are such hypocrites about their parents having sex. From the look in her eye I knew she was serious. So I forgot about it.

We chaperoned the party and both girls did, indeed get spanked while "resisting". They both laughed their way through the ordeal. A few days after the party our life took an unexpected turn. My wife had been having a tough time at work. The board of directors of the company were inexperienced and egotistical. They wouldn't let her do her job the way it should be done. So she resigned. This meant that she would have to go elsewhere for work, since there were no other positions in our little town for her skills.

She found a good job in a town just too far away for a daily commute. So we agreed she would go ahead and move there and come home on weekends. Lori didn't seem affected by the lack of her mother's daily presence. They had a typical relationship when the daughter is Lori's age. She and I got along well, so things rolled along for several weeks. The separation, though difficult for us 'newlyweds', had a positive side. The limitation of our time together made that time sweeter. And our sex more intense.

Then one night Lori made a big mistake. It was a weeknight, so her mom was gone. In the time she'd been with us, I had yet to discipline her myself, but her mom rarely had to, either. They argued, but not about any real misbehavior on Lori's part. At any rate, Lori called from school just before I left to pick her up. (We live out of town and she doesn't have a car of her own.) She said she and some friends were going to study at the library for a couple of hours. I said that was fine and replaced my jacket on the hook.

Two and a half hours later, I was beginning to feel suspicious. So I drove into town. I checked the library, but there was no sign of Lori and her friends. The librarian told me they'd been there earlier, but only for about a half hour. So I went on a hunt. I knew all her friends, since I'd watched most of them grow up. Going from house to house only served to alert other parents to their kids' deception. Every one of the three parents I spoke with was under the impression their children were at the library. I hadn't intended to 'blow the whistle' on them, but that's the way it goes.

I finally found Lori at the home of one of the boys in her class. His parents were less restrictive than most, so they had gone out of town, leaving their son home alone. They had the mistaken impression he was trustworthy. The whole gang was there. And they'd been drinking. Brandi was already passed out on the floor near the couch. I refrained from taking any real action with Lori in front of the others. I did tell them they'd do well to get home before their parents came looking for them. I also told the three whose parents I'd seen that they already knew they'd lied. They were not too happy to hear that. I ushered Lori out to the car. Fortunately, she didn't appear to be feeling much effects from the beer she'd had. I directed the boy who lived at the house to drive Brandi home and take his medicine from her parents.

On the drive home I told her how stupid she'd been. I continued to lecture her. She admitted to having only about one and a half beers. I told her that the town cops were pretty harsh on teen drinking and she'd been lucky it had been me that caught her rather than them. "How did you expect to get away with this?" I demanded. "Did you think that because I drink beer at home that I wouldn't be able to tell you'd been drinking?"

"I don't know," she mumbled. She couldn't seem to look me in the eye. She was angry and embarrassed, I knew. I'd been caught a few times by my own parents in various misbehaviors -- including underage drinking. So I knew exactly what she was feeling. But my parents had been 'enlightened' and had punished me by grounding or placing other restrictions on me. My intention was far different for Lori. Still,I played the game.

"What do you think your punishment should be, Lori?" I asked the timeworn question. Again she mumbled a noncommittal answer. I pressed her and she finally said she should lose her internet privileges maybe, or be grounded. I knew grounding her would not be much of a retribution, since she spent most of her time at home in her room anyway when she wasn't in school.

We got home and she continued to exhibit a downcast air. I told her to get upstairs and wait for my judgement. I called her mother and told her what had happened. She hit the roof! She wanted to talk to Lori and read her the riot act, but I told her that since I was the parent on the scene I would have to be the one to deal with it. She finally calmed down enough to see my point. Then she asked me what I planned to do. She laughed when I told her that I was going to paddle her daughter. "If she's like me, that won't be much of a punishment! Remember her birthday."

"I do. But I think it's the right thing to do. I don'tintend this to be one of those playful spankings like she got at the party. I'm going to use the leather paddle, and do it on her bare ass." We regularly used the paddle in our play. It could be very punishing, and always left us both hot and ready to fuck or be fucked.

I actually heard my wife gulp. I knew she was being turned on picturing her young daughter's ass naked and draped over my knee. "Well," she said quietly, "at least 'warm her up' first." She was referring to a fairly sharp hand spanking to precede the harsher paddling. I felt a twitch in my pants as I thought about my hand on Lori's naked ass. We continued to talk a while longer. We both knew what the effect would likely be on me, and what might happen. Then my loving wife said something that truly surprised me: "Well, better you than anybody else, Honey. Be careful." Little more needed to be said. I looked at the phone a while after we hung up. I finally decided that my wife had just given me permission to fuck her daughter!

I stood and retreived the paddle from its place in our bedroom. It swung back and forth from the leather loop on its handle as I ascended to the second floor of our home. Lori's door was closed so I knocked. Hearing a muffled "Come in," I opened the door and simply stood with my arms crossed. I'd stuck the paddle in my back pocket before knocking. I didn't want to tip my hand too soon. "I just spoke to your mother," I told her as sternly as I could. In truth, my anger had been replaced by another, equally basic emotion -- lust. "We have agreed on a suitable punishment."

She looked up at me from her place lying across the bed. She'd changed into her usual sleepwear: a tee-shirt and boxers. She'd unintentionally made my task easier. I wouldn't have to deal with stripping her panties off to bare her butt. Her eyes began to tear up as I went on to explain the gravity of her error. Adding in the lying with the drinking, I told her that the situation merited a strict lesson, so she could remind herself the next time she considered something like this. I knew what a load of crap it was, but as I said, I was willing to play the game. What's that line about everybody turning into their own parents?

I crossed to the bed and told her to stand up. As she did, I sat down. Without warning, I pulled her across my lap. She struggled of course. But as strong as she is, I had the advantage. I locked my right leg over hers and pressed down on the small of her back. Resistance, as they say, was futile. I rested my right hand on her somewhat broad ass. Her struggles waned and finally stopped. She was crying quietly. I felt her gasp once then raised my hand. I brought it down firmly. She jerked and cried out, "OW! That hurt!"

I delivered my lines: "Not as much as it's going to, young lady!" With that I began her warm up. My hand stung as I delivered twenty or so swats, covering the entire area of her ass. Her struggles renewed, and she cried out repeatedly. I wondered what the real effect of this was on her. I was content to wait to find out. She always called me by name, Dan, but as I continued to punish her, I swear I heard her once or twice call me "Dad". Finally I stopped. She thought the lesson was over.

Then I released her legs. When she began to raise up, I gripped the waistband of her shorts and jerked them down around her knees. I again captured her legs with mine. She screeched in outrage that she was bare-ass on my lap. I almost lost my grip on her, but I held on. All her struggling did was to cause her shorts to slip down and off her ankles. "Remember, Lori, your mother has consented to this punishment."

"THAT figures! She likes it!" she was angrier now than anything else. I looked at her butt and was pleased to see that it was nice and rosy. I gave her one last hand swat -- hard -- that landed on both cheeks. I let my hand remain there for a few seconds. When she realized that, I sensed a change in her mood. I didn't dwell on it then, however. I pulled the paddle from behind my back. I lowered it so she could see it. It is short and flexible. The handle widens to about four inches at the business end. She gasped as she realized what was about to happen. "Nooo! Please, Daddy!" she stopped abruptly, realizing what she'd said. A few seconds of silence were followed by a gulp from her. "I-I mean, 'Dan'. "

"Whatever," I said and brought the leather down with a SLAP! on her tender ass. She screeched, and again with each swat. After the first ten, though, her screeches changed to groans and grunts. I knew what was happening. In fact, I could smell what was happening. I altered the position of my pinioning leg, allowing her right leg to go free while retaining my hold on her left. This effectively spread her legs and opened her up. She moaned wordlessly as she caught her own aroma and realized that if she could could smell it, I also could smell her scent. I stopped paddling for a minute. I set the paddle down on her back and stroked her ass again, squeezing each cheek in turn. She writhed and moaned in pain/pleasure. She was beginning to realize the extent of my intention.

We'd known -- in fact my wife had encouraged it -- that Lori had been sexually active. Her mother took her to get her birth control pills and had, on occasion, told her she'd probably make more friends if she let on that she 'put out'. An odd position for a mother to take, but there it was. So far, Lori had only had two lovers that I knew about. No telling whether she'd given blowjobs or hand jobs before she actually gave up her maidenhead. We hadn't discussed it.

My hand stroked across her ass once more. This time I slid it a little farther south and brushed across her exposed slit. It was, indeed, wet. I regained my grip on the paddle and began to lay it on. I punctuated the swats with admonishments to remember this the next time she decided to go drinking or considered lying. She grunted and her right leg slowly moved out farther. A swat delivered to that soft area just where her ass joined her legs was met with a breathy, "Ahh!", and a sudden increase in her muscle tension. So I began to concentrate there.

She was panting openly now. "Remember, Honey," I told her as I once again set the paddle down, "your mom has consented to this whole thing. I ran my hand over her again then made no pretense when I slipped it down between her thighs to feel her cunt. Like her mom, she shaves her pubic hair. She gasped. I added, "ALL of it!"

My finger entered her as I said quietly, "Every bit of it. She loves us both a great deal. And I love you, too." She arched her back and moaned as I slipped another finger inside. She was tight. I was eager. I decided the paddling was finished. I tossed it to the floor and released her. She stayed in position for a minute enjoying my attentions. I lifted her up and turned her to sit on my lap, facing away. She sat gingerly. Her ass hurt, I knew. I lifted her legs outside my own and ran my hands up the inside of her thighs to her center. She leaned back against me as I toyed with her smooth pussy. Her scent filled the air and drove me crazy. I left one hand where it was and slipped the other up under her shirt. Dressed for bed, she had no bra to impede me. I caressed a nipple, then pinched it lightly. She shivered against me. I knew she felt my hard cock pressing into her red ass.

I left off diddling her pussy to pull her shirt up and off. She rose then and turned to me. She pulled at my own shirt and I let her remove it. When I stood she unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. Going to her knees, she pulled them, along with my underwear, down to my ankles. My cock sprang out, just missing her eye. She giggled, but soon was all business again. I let her take control for a while. She pushed me onto my back on the bed and just stood looking for a second. She was beautiful to me. Young large breasts jutting out firmly from her chest, hips widening to a comfortable cushion. When she twisted to survey the damage to her ass, she gasped. She looked back at me and rubbed her butt. Then she smiled and fell on me. She restrained my hands now and straddled me. My cock was comfortably between her outer lips and she dangled a tit in front of me. I lifted my mouth to it and sucked. Her hips moved forward and back a few times.

She raised her weight off me and reached between us to position my hard cock at her opening. She sank slowly down on me. She was really tight! I can't remember a tighter pussy. When she was again seated fully on me she sighed. Her eyes were closed and she trembled as she adjusted to my size. Releasing my hands she sat up. I gazed at her and took her hips in my hands. I wiggled from side to side and felt her juices ooze out and along the sides of my balls. Her eyes opened then, but only halfway. She was obviously enjoying this. She took her nipples in her hands and twisted them herself as she looked at me. She might have been only eighteen, I thought, but she was a woman already. She rocked back and forth a few times, her breath getting heavier.

I pulled her down on me and worked one leg outside hers. Then I rolled us over so I was on top. I ground my pubic bone against her clit and she jolted into an orgasm. It surprised us both. She cried out wordlessly. I moved my leg back between hers and began to fuck her. I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts and she mounted excitedly to another wave of orgasm. I leaned down and took a nipple between my lips. Having seen her play with them, I knew she would like a little roughness. I pinched it between my lips rather hard. She squeezed my hips between her hands. When I bared my teeth to it and bit, she came again. Her sheathing cunt was becoming even more slippery with her secretions.

I got to my knees and lifted her legs up over my shoulders for maximum penetration. I pounded into her, my balls slapping her red, punished ass. I rocked my hips back and forth while I was up to the hilt inside her. I got the expected shiver as I rubbed my cockhead against her G-spot. I could feel her anus pressed against my balls. This was SO good! I began pounding toward my own orgasm. Leaving her legs over my shoulders, I reached around her thighs to take her shoulders in my hands. This made my thrusts even more powerful. Then she did something that drove me over the edge. She reached for and captured my nipples, pinching and twisting them. My intake of breath was a loud hiss and I unloaded inside her. She yelled out again as she reached her final orgasm.

Afterward we lay there on her bed for a while, not talking. Then she raised up on her elbows and looked over at me. "Mom really said you could fuck me?" She was still having a hard time believing it.

"Not in so many big words, Sweetie. But she knew. What she said was, 'Better you than somebody else.' She knew what would happen if I spanked your bare ass." That reminder caused her to roll to her belly and again rub her half moons. She smiled at me from under a tress of long brown hair.

Her finger went between her lips before she said, "I'm not sure that was much of a punishment, 'Daddy'." I smiled at her and rolled into her, throwing a leg across hers. I flexed my knee, bringing my leg up to caress her ass. She flinched a little at the contact. I kissed her then. As I did, I realized we hadn't, up to that point, kissed. The kiss went on, our tongues sliding against each other. I reached down and pulled the spread over us. She snuggled into me. "Are you going to sleep here now?"

"Yes, Honey. Except on weekends," I told her quietly. We lay there and drifted into sleep. Just before I dropped off, I tried to imagine how hot my wife would get when I told her all the details. It brought a satisfied smile to my lips.

A Bit of Roleplay

2009-06-19T05:00:00.000-07:00

We have decided to do things a little differently tonight and are going to try out "role-playing". As I dress myself in a very short, red plaid skirt and white button up blouse, I go over the initial plan of our encounter in my head. I pull my hair up into two pigtails on either side of my head. I let my bangs fall forward and they lay just over my eyes. I pull white ribbons around each of the pigtails and tie small bows, letting the ends fall along the sides. I pull on a pair of knee high white socks and my black mary janes. I unbutton my blouse so that the tops of my breasts are revealed.

I head out to the library and find a book about Astronomy. I take a seat at one of the long tables and dig into the book. I glance around the room and see several men taking an interest in my long legs and unbuttoned blouse. I go back to reading my book when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look up and say, "Oh hi, Professor."

"Hello," you say. "I figured that you would be home working on your assignments from my class."

"Well," I say as I start to twirl one of my pigtails around my fingers. "I started on it, but then remembered there was something that I wanted to look up. That's why I'm here."

"I am getting a little concerned about your grade in my class," you say. "You don't seem to be putting in the effort you should be."

"I guess I've been a little distracted," I say, licking my lips as I look into your eyes. "I'll try harder."

"Well, I may have some extra credit work for you," you reply. "Would you like to come up to my office?"

"Well," I begin, "I guess some extra credit wouldn't hurt any." I get up and pick up the book I was reading and follow you through the library and outside. You walk along and I follow behind, my pigtails swinging as I sway my hips. You come to your office door and let me inside. I turn my head slightly and see you look at my ass as I walk past.

"Please, take a seat," you say. I seat myself on your desk and wait for you to speak. "Now then...there are a few tasks that I can have you complete that will significantly increase your grade. Would you like me to tell you the first task?"

I nod and wait for your first task.

You walk around your desk and stand before me. "Your first task is to unbutton your blouse," you say. I look at you with a shy smile and unbutton two buttons of my blouse. I stop and look at your hungry eyes, seeking to see what lies beneath.

You look at me for a moment and then say, "All of the buttons, please.". I look down at myself and finish undoing the rest of my buttons. I keep the material covering my breasts, hiding them from you for the time being. "Are you ready for your next task?", you ask.

I again nod and wait for your order.

"Next I want you to take your shirt off. You can leave your bra on, for now." you say, looking me over like a starving man, ravenous for satisfaction. I let my blouse slide off my shoulders and down along my arms. Its a little cold in here and goosebumps pop up along my back and arms. I slip each side off around each wrist, then drop it to the floor.

I look up at you and say "what is my next task, professor?" You are still looking at me and I can see that your mind is working hard to not simply sprawl me across the desk and fuck me silly. "Please spread your legs wide. As wide as you can, in fact." I oblige, giving you a full view of my bare, shaved pussy, barely shaded by my skirt.

"Now that I have my specimen in view, I'd like you to do a little in-depth investigation for me." you say. "Your next task is to push two of your fingers into your pussy."

As these words leave your lips, heat bursts from my crotch. I reach my up to my mouth, stick two fingers in and suck, covering them in my saliva. I then take them out of my mouth and slowly insert them inside. They slide in easily and I watch you watching me the whole time. You need for me is increasing, I can see it in how you're looking at my fingers. You can see the slickeryness of them and I know you're imagining your own fingers covered in the warmth of me.

"Alright, now that you're examining, I want you to explain your findings to me, in detail. Tell me how does it feel, both upon your fingers and where your fingers are. Explain to me the thoughts running through your mind as you slip them in and out. This," you tell me "is your next task."

I ponder a moment how to word my response. I want to make it as amazingly tormenting for you as possible, but also honest. The words start coming to me slowly and I begin with "On my fingers, it feels wet, warm and electrifying. Like a warm summer night on a beach, walking through the water with the moon shining down." I continue with "Inside of me, it feels like a slight pressure thats building up to an explosion. Its simply waiting for an ignition to explode."

Now to explain my thoughts to you. "Well professor, my thoughts are simply this. I believe that you intended to give me extra credit for my efforts here, but perhaps I can even achieve an A+ for performance. You see, I've gotten myself all kinds of wet, wild and excited while doing your investigation and I think that its about time you come over here and fuck my brains out."

As I say these words, you come forward, biting into my neck and grabbing my breast, still in my bra. Your other hand joins mine between my thighs as your fingertip brushes against my clit. You lean me back on your desk and start to undo your pants. "Yes, you'll definitely get an A+ out of this class, pending the final exam." you say as you pull my hand away and pentrate my waiting pussy.

I grab the edge of the desk as you push into me, pushing back during your inward thrusts. I put my head back as your motions cause waves of lust, desire and pleasure to wash across my skin, penetrating me the way you are now between my legs. Your hands are again at my breasts and playing with the nipples through the material. Your speed increases, as I buck against you, feeling every inch as it fills me again and again.

You come inside me and lay against my stomach and chest. "You've passed the final exam, congratulations." is all you say as you slowly go soft still inside of me.

A Bit of Leather

2009-06-18T05:00:00.000-07:00

I remember the first time with an almost crystal clarity. My first taste of a bit of leather. Like any other adolescent boy I had fantasies of bedding quite a few of the girls I knew. One of these fantasies concerned a young lady by the name of Diane, whose last name shall go unmentioned.

Diane was a very pert young lady, very active, always smiling. Brown hair in a short style that actually did wonders accenting her face. She had full, pouting lips and gray eyes that sparkled like moonlight on the ocean. I used to just stare at her body when it seemed no one was paying attention. I would dream of how she looked nude, which wasn't really hard because of the clothes she wore. Nothing really revealing but enough to let you know that she had a body that perfectly complimented that beautiful face. I know she stood 5'6" and I would have guessed that she was about a 34B-22-34 or somewhere there about.

I never would have assumed that I could ever have a chance to even date Diane, much less have sex with her. She never seemed to date any of the guys in the group, always saying she was seeing someone and that was pretty much it. It seemed all the guys we hung with (and I'm sure a couple of the girls) tried to ask her out, but each met the inevitable "No." Now I know I'm not the greatest looking guy in the world, far from it, I think my only attraction lies in my lunacy. So after seeing these guys shot down there was no way in hell I was going to risk asking her out on a date, she never seemed to really notice me anyway so I figured I would just keep worshipping her without her knowing.

The funny thing about the whole situation was that most of the time we were all together. I won't go into specifics but there were never less than 8 of us and sometimes maybe 12 to 15 just going out and doing things together. We'd go dancing, shoot pool, swimming or whatever there was to do to pass the time so the guys that had asked her out were there, the problem was they wanted it to be just the two of them and that's where she drew the line. She didn't want to be with any of us but she loved hanging out with all of us.

So one night we got together to go out and shoot pool and there were about 9 of us and we were all having a pretty good time. I noticed Diane flirting with a couple of the guys at the pool hall, but then that's what we all did. We'd see which of us could hook up with someone and leave with that person. Diane never really played that game, always leaving alone or getting a ride from someone in our group if whomever she had come with had left with someone else. She always seemed to laugh about the game and never actively participate. Until tonight, suddenly she was playing, and playing well.

Well through attrition via the game and sickness (some of us couldn't handle our liquor) Diane and I were the only ones left. She had been giggling and smiling with the last of the flirts as it were and didn't notice everyone else was gone. I was getting pretty tired and it seemed obvious I wasn't going to be leaving with anyone so I went over to Diane and asked her if she was going to be able to get home okay. The guy chimed in saying he'd get her home. Diane looked around and asked where everyone was. I smiled and nodded and she knew where they all were. She asked me to hold on and told the guy she had to go. They exchanged numbers and she gave him a small kiss on the cheek and joined me for a ride home.

In the car we talked a bit and she remarked that this was the first time she could remember being in my car. I smiled and said yeah, I thought it was the first time. We shared in some idle chat, and then she asked me why I had never asked her out. I mumbled a little and said that basically everyone else had asked her and she had turned each one of them down, so I figured I'd save myself the embarrassment, that and the fact that she had a boyfriend. I commented that it was a boyfriend that none of us had ever met but a boyfriend none the less. She asked if we thought she had been lying about this boyfriend of hers. I let her know that we all just accepted it as far as I knew and that none of us had ever questioned it before.

Then the bomb dropped. She said that she had been seeing someone, but that it had ended the weekend before. He had gotten a job out of town so him and his wife and family had left. I sat there amazed. She had been seeing a married man. And worse, a married man with a family. She asks me then if I think any less of her. I look into her pretty gray eyes and all I can say is that I could never think anything bad about her.

We pretty much cease the talking until I get her home. I notice the house is completely dark, no outside lights on or interior lights. She smiles and says no one is home. Then she asks if I'd like to come up. I don't even answer, I just shut off the car and open my door.

We go into the house and she just stops at the front entrance and she kisses me. Nobody's fool, I kiss her back. She takes me by the hand and leads me up the stairs to her room. I can't believe what's happening. I'm here with Diane and we are headed up to her room. I'm dreaming, that is the only explanation for what is happening here.

Then the next bomb. She sits me down on the bed and says she has something to tell me. I'm all ears as she explains that the man she was seeing introduced her to some things that she would never have thought of before. Seems this guy was into some serious Sadomasochism and Bondage and Discipline. He liked to tie her up and punish her for stuff and she in turn learned to like the same things. She seemed pretty sure I wasn't going to spill what she had told me but did seem concerned that I might not want to join her for a new adventure. She needn't have worried, I hadn't really thought of doing anything like this before but I was sure she couldn't really hurt me so I was almost eager to see what might happen.

She showed me a locked box that she had hidden under her bed and pulled the key from the chain around her neck. She opened the box and I could see a whole mess of stuff in there that looked kind of scary. She took a little bag with her into the bathroom, telling me to not look into the box and that she would be back soon.

When she came out of the bathroom, I thought I would die. She was wearing like 4-inch stiletto healed black leather shiny boots, black fishnet stockings with black crotch-less panties, a black garter belt and the kicker, a black nipple-less bra. I couldn't believe my eyes. Her skin was like fine ivory totally in opposition to the color of night she dressed herself in. Her nipples a wonderful pink with very wide areolas. She walked over to the box and when she stood from it again she had two sets of handcuffs, something that looked like manacles and something small and black. She smiled and asked if I was still willing. I was a little worried, but yes, I was still willing.

She came over to me and put her lips to mine, darting her tongue in and out of my mouth, slowly, almost painfully teasing. I put my hands to her beautiful bare nipples and she slapped my hands away. She stepped back and gave me a look that spoke volumes. She was going to be in control and I was just supposed to enjoy it. She spreads my arms, putting them out to the sides and then she starts undressing me. Now I'm naked and she's looking at my dick. I like the look in her eyes and I smirk, she smiles and I again take notice of the objects she's pulled from the box. She flicks her wrist and I feel a sharp pain on my cock. She hit me with what looks like a short baton. Diane is really into this pain stuff and hurting, she's scaring me a little. She tells me to lay face down on the bed and spread my legs and arm. She puts the handcuffs to my wrists, cuffing me to the bedposts. She then uses the manacles to chain my legs to the bed. I'm lying face down and prone. I pray to God that she isn't going to do anything too freaky to me.

She starts by climbing onto the bed next to me. I feel the heat of her pussy on my back as she sits facing my feet and she starts playing my ass. She's slapping my ass and for all the discomfort I can't do a damn thing about it. I can feel my ass growing hotter and hotter as she spanks me. Then she gets up off me and I feel the cool air on the wet spot on my back from where her pussy was dripping. She stands up and bends over, kissing my ass cheeks and slowly rubbing them all over. Then she bites me, my cheeks and she bites them hard. I can feel the tears and the anger swelling. She is horrible, first kissing then biting then kissing then biting again. I can't tell what she's going to do next, be nice or be mean.

She squeezes my ass with both hands then drops down and puts her tongue in my asshole. I can't believe she did that. I'm fucking tripping that she would do something like that. She uses her tongue to fuck my poor virgin asshole and I don't know if I hate it or love it, all I know is that my dick is hard enough to break stone. Then she takes that damn little rod and replaces her tongue with it in my ass and I'm starting to strain against my shackles. I'm telling her to stop, to please stop. I don't want this, please just fucking stop. She stops and pulls it out and I sink into the bed, finally able to relax.

Then I hear her.

"It's worse when you fight!" That was what she had to say to me after yanking that fucking rod out of my ass. All I can say in response is "Fuck you, you crazy bitch."

She doesn't move for a second and I try to get my head around so I can see her and when I do, she's looking at me like I just did the wrong damn thing. She gets up off the bed and I can tell she's going back into the box. Then I hear it as it slices through the air and smacks her hand. I look and she shows me the cat-o-nine tails. No! No fucking way. She wouldn't, and just as I think this I feel that first bit of leather strike my back and ass. She starts hard but slow and she's asking me what the fuck I called her. Who the fuck did I think I was to be calling her a bitch. As she thinks about this she beats me harder and harder until the tears aren't just swelling but running down my face and the anger has me in it's grip. I can feel the welts rising on my skin and I'm fighting her the best I can, which isn't very good at all considering I'm still shackled. She stops and I again begin to wonder what she's doing. Then I feel the coolness on my back, at least until it touches the highest of the welts on my back then the burning begins. She's pouring alcohol onto the streaks on my back and I scream. She just keeps pouring and I keep screaming.

I'm lying there with tears from my eyes flowing down my face and onto the sheets. I'm not crying aloud, but I'm suffering and I'm totally pissed. I'm just lying there, mad and not really thinking about what else might happen to me. I'm wondering at what level the pain doesn't come anymore.

She turns out the lights and the only light is coming from her. Or more specifically the candle she's carrying. This I've heard of, candle wax. Then I feel it on my ass cheeks and it burns. I tighten my ass and I don't let her hear me cry.

She takes the candle away from my ass and she turns the lights on. She comes over to me and I can feel her loosening the shackles on my legs, then she takes the cuffs off of my hands.

I can't believe the pain she's caused me and here she is, cool, calm and collected. I stand in front of her and I'm looking at her and she is looking at me almost defiantly. I lose my damned mind. I slap her and she falls to the floor. I reach down and I pull her up and throw her on the bed. I have this anger in me but I can't direct it. I slap her again and again. Her face is reddening and she looks up at me and she smiles. I don't want her to enjoy this, I want this to hurt and she's smiling. I grab her garter and rip it from her body, then I take the panties from her and I look at her and I know I have to fuck her. I slam my dick into her pussy and she looks at me and moans. She licks her lips and she tells me to fuck her like a man. Quit being such a pussy little boy and fuck her like a man would, hard and mean.

Damn it I want her to suffer. I turn her over and I slam my dick in her ass and she screams. No niceties here, no lubricant, no slow going, I just shoved my rock hard cock into her asshole. She's telling me no now, she's crying and squirming, trying to get out from underneath me and I stand strong and hold her there and fuck her ass fast and hard. Then I notice the handcuffs are still attached to the bedposts and I put her hands into them and close them. Now I'm in control.

I stop fucking her and I get off and I see that she's kicking her lags so I manacle them to stop all that straining and kicking. Then it's my turn in the box. I find a whip with this big fat handle and I look at her and smile. I bring it over to her and I start working that big fucking handle into her pussy. I get it up into her about 6 or 7 inches and I stop and I just leave it there. Every time she squirms I hear her moan. Then back to the box. The lighter and the candle. I drip candle wax onto her ass and I see her squirm and I know that handle is hurting her and with each move she is in ecstatic agony.

I blow out the candle and I get back up on top of her and again slide my dick into her ass. But this time as I fuck her I bite her back and her neck and ears, I pull her hair and I stroke it in as deep as it will go. She's crying and she moaning and I feel the urge to cum. I start stroking faster and harder and she's screaming now. I want to cum and I'm trying hard to make her know it.

I cum and I pull her by her hips and I don't let go. I can feel the whip hanging from her cunt and it's still lodged up there pretty deep. Then after I finish shooting all my cum into her ass I drop back down on top of her and it feels like the whip gets driven up into her pussy just a little further.

The anger, like my cum seems to have just shot out of my body and I realize what I had just done. I slowly pull the whip handle out of her pussy and I unshackle her legs and take the cuffs from her wrists. She's laying there face down and she isn't making any sounds. I'm a little scared that I did something really wrong. She slowly pushes herself up from the bed, her hair falling down her face so I can't see it. She turns to face me and she's smiling. She tells me I have a knack for this and that with her...tutelage, I could become very good.

Diane was the first to take me on such a journey and I have been on many since, but she introduced me to the many painful pleasures of the flesh. She was the first to call me a night demon but as it turned out, she would be far from the last.

A Birthday to Remember

2009-06-17T05:00:00.000-07:00

Ray spent the day before his birthday doing all of the things that he wanted. He started his day with a hard workout at the gym and a long soak in the steam room, and then proceeded to have a hearty breakfast at his favorite restaurant. He spent the rest of his morning shopping around his favorite shops before relaxing at a local theater. His wife Amy came along for the ride, and also enjoyed everything her husband had planned out. The weather was warm for a mid-march day and the sky was blue. A more perfect day could not have been asked for. Ray was ready to relax at home by the time evening came, but Amy had other plans.

Amy surprised him with a long massage and then scooted him into a hot shower. Ray spent a long time under the hot water and was pleasantly surprised to find a cold cocktail waiting for him on the edge of the bathroom sink when he climbed out of the shower. He took a drink and savored the cold, burning sensation of the alcohol sliding down his throat. He wasn't thinking of anything else as he opened the door and stepped out of the steamy bathroom.

The television had been turned off, and had been replaced by the stereo. The music was gothic in nature and the woman singing had a thick and sexy voice. The door to the bedroom was open and Ray could see from the strong light that all of the lamps in the room were turned on. The situation seemed very strange, as it was hardly the romantic mood that he thought Amy had been trying to create. The door to the guest bedroom was closed and a light coming from under the door let Ray know where Amy was. He turned to head to his room, but the door to the guest room opened slightly and Amy poked her head out. She was wearing fresh makeup, but Ray couldn't see what else.

"There are some items for you on the bed. Put them on and wait for me. I also left you something to think about as well." Amy told him with a smile.

Ray smiled. The commanding tone of her voice told him that she had switched gears and that his relaxing evening was about to change. Little did Ray know, that as he made his way into the bedroom, just how much it would change. All of the lamps in the room were turned on as he suspected and he immediately noticed that the digital camera was sitting on the dresser and the camcorder was set on the tripod in a corner of the room.

The room was set as it usually was when Ray and Amy would film themselves, but Ray was always the one to set things up. The items on the bed caught Ray's eyes, and he quickly investigated them. Amy had placed a pair of briefs that snapped open in the front, and a leather collar on the bed. Next to the clothing was a magazine that Ray had recently purchased and had shown Amy a few days prior. Ray slid the shorts on and then fastened the collar around his neck. He then relaxed on the bed to flip through the magazine.

The magazine was an import that he had purchased from Japan, and contained pictures and articles about S&M, and Female domination. The magazine had caught his eye one evening while surfing the web, and it was by far more than he could have hoped for. The pictures of the Mistress's were clear and large, and they did not shy away from any form of kink. There was dildo play, oral worship, cream pies, and even golden showers. Ray had an eye for kink, and the magazine delivered. He leafed through the pages, but there was so much that he had no idea what Amy could have been planning. He slowly stroked his cock as he waited for her, and was soon sporting a full-blown erection.

"I didn't give you permission to do that!" Said Amy. She was standing in the doorway and Ray had not heard her come in.

Ray was floored. She had gone all out to dress for the night. She was wearing her black leather corset, matching choker, stockings and boots. Amy had heavily curled her red hair the way he liked and the dark makeup she chose made her look even more the part of a bitchy dominatrix. He could also smell her perfume and was intoxicated by it. It was rare that Amy wore a heavy amount of perfume, but it was that overpowering scent that Ray loved.

Amy walked across the room and snatched the magazine from his hand. She sat it on the nightstand before addressing him.

"I let you do everything that you wanted to today, but not any longer. Your going to do what I want now, so it's all up to you as to whether you enjoy it or not. Quite frankly, I don't care either way." She said.

Ray watched as she retrieved a small package from the nightstand that he had failed to notice before. She opened the box and withdrew a set of rubber rings.

"Stand up." She told him.

Ray stood up and waited as Amy fingered the rings in her hand. She looked at the floor and looked like she was about to kneel, but stopped.

"I'm not going to kneel in front of you. Get your ass on the bed and stand up." She said.

Ray turned to get on the bed and received a sound slap on the ass while doing so. He got to knees and then stood on the mattress, but had to extend his hands to touch the ceiling to keep his balance.

"That's better. Now keep still." Amy told him. She unsnapped the opening of his shorts, and let his prick free. His cock was sticking out, hard as rock directly in front of her. Ray tried to keep still as she fitted a band over his cock, and slid it down to the base. She spread the ring with her fingers and pushed both of his balls through. The ring returned to its normal size when she removed her fingers, and Ray felt the heavy pressure as his balls were separated from his shaft. She then took a second but smaller ring and rolled it down his shaft. The ring felt tight even as she rolled it, and she fitted it at the very base of his cock. Ray could feel his cock throbbing and could see the veins bulging along the bright red shaft. He thought she was done, but Amy had one final ring, and this one was the smallest. He grunted through gritted teeth as she slipped it over the head of his cock. She nestled it snugly directly beneath the crown, and Ray could feel that this ring had a small ball that pressed against the underside of his cock.

"That should keep that cock from misfiring. Do you like it?" Amy asked as she leaned back and admired her handy work.

"Yes." Ray answered.

He immediately knew that he had responded improperly. Amy's hand snaked out and she gave him a firm but not bruising slap across his prick. "Yes what?" She demanded.

"Yes Mistress." Ray said quickly.

Amy smiled and grabbed a hold of his prick. She gave it a few firm strokes that threatened to topple Ray from the bed before releasing him. She turned and retrieved the digital camera from the dresser, and proceeded to take a few pictures of his bound cock. Ray winced as she slapped it a few times and commented about the pretty shade of red.

"All right. Get your ass on the floor." She ordered while setting the camera down. Ray complied and watched as she switched on the video camera. He could see the view screen from where he knelt and the camera was capturing a perfect view of the action.

Amy bent over at the waist and shoved her ass into his face with one swift movement. Her cunt was already drooling and Ray pressed his face between her cheeks and lapped at her juices with his outstretched tongue.

"You haven't earned that yet. I want your tongue in my ass." She commanded. Ray complied and began to push his tongue into her pink ring, and was rewarded by Amy reaching back to push his face even further between her cheeks. She had taken a shower before giving him his massage, and her ass was relaxed from the hot soap and water. The tip of his tongue easily forced her puckered hole to open. He slowly pressed more and more of his tongue inside her bowels until he could go no further. Ray labored to wiggle his tongue, but even though she had relaxed, her ass was still far too tight for such a thing.

Ray twisted his head to a fro in an attempt to swirl his tongue in Amy's ass. He eventually pulled free, but thrust is tongue back inside before her hole could contract. Amy bore down on one of his thrusts, and her ass opened up wider than before, allowing his tongue to sink inside to a new depth. Ray felt her pushing, and pressed his face so hard between her cheeks that his air was cut off. Even though she had cleaned, he could taste the musky inside of her ass chute, and the nastiness of it all only drove him further. He labored to breath and was sucking in short snorts of air as his slurping sounds filled the room.

"That's it. Eat my ass. I want you to suck the inside of my ass!" Amy growled as she ground her ass back against his tongue. Her pink ass ring had expanded from the constant probing of his tongue, and she could feel his saliva mixing in her ass and leaking out around his tongue. Amy hadn't planned on climaxing so soon, but Ray was working wonders on her poop chute, and she couldn't resist it.

"You better not let that tongue slip out. Keep sucking my ass bitch!" She commanded as she let go of his head. Ray had not intention on moving, and kept on feasting on her ass as she slid her hand between her legs and began furiously rubbing her clit. Amy was closer to climaxing than Ray knew, and it was barely a minute before her hips bucked and she came. It was one of the most intense orgasms that she ever had. Her pussy squirted multiple times, both coating her fingers and splashing on the floor.

Amy finally found the strength to pull away. She quickly twisted and presented her ass to the camera. She held her ass cheeks apart with her hands and displayed her gaping hole.

""I want everybody to see what a good ass sucker you are. You worked my hole wide open with your tongue you dirty ass licker." Amy said with a sneer.

She stood, turned and looked down at Ray, who was still trying to catch his breath. His lips were slightly swollen from the wild ride, and his face was flushed. His cock was still rock hard and bobbing between his legs.

"Now what should you say?" Amy asked.

"Thank you for allowing me to suck your ass Mistress." Ray said. He was somewhat amazed at what was happening. Amy had played the dominant role before, but never with as much gusto or realism.

Amy smiled, and it was a wicked one. "Look at that. You made me come on the floor." She said, indicating a puddle on the floor. "Get down there and lick it up."

Ray balked at the command, but should not have doubted her resolve. Amy grabbed him by his hair and quickly brought his face down to the floor. "I said lick it up bitch!" She yelled.

The violent action caused Ray to obey immediately. He extended his tongue and lapped up the salty puddle, even licking up the mess that had dripped from her well-reamed ass. She held his face down until the floor was clean of her fluids. This was definitely a new side of Amy, and he was shocked, but more excited than ever.

Amy climbed onto the bed and positioned herself on her hands and knees. "Get up here and put that cock to use." She commanded him. She laid her head down on her folded arms and raised her ass further in the air. Ray climbed onto the bed and positioned himself behind her. He wiped the head of his cock between her drooling cuntlips and then slid inside. He made one continuous push and buried his cock in to the hilt, which was the exact way Amy liked.

"Now fuck my cunt hard and deep." Amy demanded.

Ray gripped her hips in his hands and began to fuck her with as much force as he could muster. The rings around his cock made everything hypersensitive, and Amy was cruelly squeezing him with every thrust. His strokes were hard and long, with him almost pulling free each time he withdrew. This continued for almost a full ten minutes, and by which time Ray had reached a tortuous ecstasy.

"Harder!" Amy demanded, and Ray struggled to comply. He was already thrusting as hard as he could, but dug his fingers into her hips and began swinging his hips with everything he had. The rings were making an orgasm more difficult to achieve, but not impossible. He was grunting with every thrust, and Amy didn't seem any closer to climaxing. The friction from her cunt was burning his cock and his balls were dripping with her juice. He could feel his orgasm approaching and tried to anticipate what Amy would want.

"I can't hold out much longer. May I please come Mistress?" Ray asked, which caused Amy to grin.

"No, not yet. I'm not satisfied." Amy told him.

Ray groaned in frustration and his thrusting slowed a bit. "I didn't tell you to slow down bitch!" She yelled.

Ray resumed fucking the way she wanted, but he knew that he would be unable to keep from climaxing. He tried to think of anything that would curb his excitement, but nothing seemed to work. He could feel his stomach knotting up and knew that he had only a few seconds.

"Mistress, I can't hold out any longer at this pace." He said feverishly.

"Very well, but you'll pay for not being able to hold out." Amy said ominously.

Ray didn't like the sound of it, so he tried even harder to last. Her warning helped him to last a bit longer and he believed he had it under control. "You asked to come bitch, so do it"! Amy yelled. The slight progress he had made in delaying his orgasm was quickly erased. He didn't dare defy her, because he didn't know what she would do. Ray began taking slower but harder strokes, and Amy was forced to brace herself with her hands to keep from being driven forward. He found it far easier to cum than to try and not. His cock throbbed and he could feel the sperm as it surged down the shaft. He cried out in both pleasure and pain as it burst forth from the swollen head and he could swear that he could actually felt the rings expand from the pressure

"Don't stop!" Amy ordered, and Ray kept pumping. She waited until she was sure his cock had been emptied. She signaled for him to stop and then pulled away. Ray collapsed back on his knees exhaustedly. His cock was still hard, and was coated with his slick cum and her cunt cream.

"Get the camcorder." Amy told him. Ray weakly climbed from the bed and retrieved the camcorder from the tripod. Amy took it, and ordered him back on the bed.

"Lay on your back." She said. Once he had done so, she straddled his chest, and smiled while pointing the camera at him. "I told you that you would pay for not lasting longer, but since it's your birthday, and you love my cunt, I'll let you clean it up."

Ray could only lay and wait as Amy slid forward and positioned her cunt over his mouth. She held the camera out to catch every bit of action and then began to push. He had wondered why she had just not simply pressed her cunt o to his mouth, but knew why when he saw her cunt lips began to bulge outward. A pearly drop of sperm appeared between her lips and then began to grow. It formed a long, thick string that hung from her cunt by at least three inches.

"Open up cunt licker." She demanded. Ray held his mouth open, and he realized that he was actually salivating. The thick glob dropped abruptly into his mouth, but Amy stopped him before he could swallow. "Wait for it all." She said.

Ray kept his mouth open as she pushed again, and this time he was rewarded with an even large amount of cream that was only a bit thinner in consistency. The third push produced less, and Amy had to slide two fingers deep into her cunt to fish for more. She pulled the gooey fingers out and smeared them all over his lips and under his nose.

"Okay, now swallow it bitch." She said with a laugh. Ray swallowed it slowly, and it slid like a warm oyster down his throat. He opened his mouth when he was done to show her.

"That's good. Did you like it?" Amy asked.

"Yes." Ray replied. From her tone, he had taken for granted that she was asking about the entire session.

"Yes? I thought you had learned your place, but it seems I will have to punish you. Get on the fucking floor and kneel."

Ray realized his mistake, but all too late. He climbed off the bed and knelt on the floor. He had no idea what she had in mind for him as a punishment.

"This has been a long time coming. I was hesitant at first, but this seems to be the only way to truly show you that I am in control." Amy growled.

Amy climbed off of the bed moved until she was standing directly in front of him. She was standing so close that Ray again mistook what she wanted. He immediately moved his head forward and tried to lick her slit, but was stopped by a knee to his chest.

"Oh no! I gave you a treat and you forgot who was the boss!" Amy said. She was still holding the video camera, and he knew that whatever she was planning, she wanted to capture it on film. She seemed to hesitate for a second and Ray thought that she was changing her mind. His intuition proved to be totally wrong.

"Turn around and lean against the bed." She told him. When he seemed to not understand her meaning, she grabbed his shoulder and turned him so that his back was pressed against the side of the bed. In this position, she stepped forward and straddled his chest. His head was trapped between her pussy and the mattress and he had no room to move.

"Open your mouth!" She commanded, and it finally dawned on Ray what she intended to do. His stomach was full of butterflies as he did so. Time seemed to slow down as he waited. He caught sight of himself in the camera lens, and it was in that exact instant that the first burst of her pee caught him in the face. Most of it landed in his mouth, but some splashed up his nose, and he began to sputter.

"Keep your fucking mouth open! If you spill it I'll make you suck it up from the floor!" She yelled.

Amy adjusted her angle and the next spurt was more controlled. It landed in Ray's mouth and he quickly swallowed. Amy filmed a few more spurts before pulling away. "Turn back around the way you were before. But keep that toilet of a mouth open." She commanded.

Ray turned around and stayed on his knees with his mouth open as she ordered. She played with the angle of the camera for a second before tilting her hips and letting go with a powerful stream of salty piss. Her aim wasn't perfect but it was good, and Ray had to move very little to catch the stream. Amy grunted and laughed as her pee arched through the air and landed in his mouth. His mouth filled up quickly and it began to sound exactly like a toilet bowl.

Amy cut the stream and gave him a second to swallow before firing a second salvo. The second stream started strong but rapidly weakened, and Ray scrambled forward to keep from spilling any. What little that did splash made the floor slick, and he almost slipped in his frantic movement. He followed the stream directly to her cunt and pressed his mouth to it as she finished relieving herself.

"Very good slut. Go take a shower. You smell like piss." Amy said with a sneer of disgust.

Ray stripped and did just that, but made sure to not take too long. He was still wearing the rubber rings, and they were becoming a bit uncomfortable. When he was done, he entered back into the room, where Amy was relaxing on the bed. Her wasted urine had been cleaned from the floor, and a fresh pair of silk boxers and a matching robe waited for him on the bed.

"May I change into fresh clothes Mistress?" Ray asked.

Amy laughed loudly. She took the clothes and held them out for her husband. "I'm all done as Mistress for the night, but I must say that I had fun. I hope you enjoyed it too?" She said.

Ray smiled as he took the clothes. "That was more intense than I could have ever imagined. I loved it!" He exclaimed. Amy didn't say anything as she slipped from the bed and knelt in front of him. She removed each ring, and Ray groaned as each slipped off. Amy then gave his cock a soft licking, and finished off with a soft pat on the still-tender head. Ray was spent, and after slipping into his clothes, he collapsed on the bed.

Amy cuddled up close to him and was stroking his chest as she talked. "I figured that it was time to do some of the things that I know you always talk about, but I also knew that you needed to be pushed into doing them. I hope I didn't take things too far." She said.

"No, no. That was wonderful. Being forced into is part of the thrill, and you had me so excited that I would have tried just about anything." He explained.

"That's good, because I have a hell of a lot more planned for my slut-slave tomorrow."

Amy said before moving up to give him a deep kiss. Ray didn't know just how much more she had planned. She knew that she would start off the day with a shower and her usual trip to use the toilet; the rich dessert would guarantee it. She also decided that it would be wasteful to use toilet paper when she had such a handy slave.

Amy drifted off to sleep before Ray, and he could only guess as to why she still had such a devious smile on her face.

A Beautiful Delivery

2009-06-16T05:00:00.000-07:00

It was quiet in the shop as he prepared for the days business, and he let his mind wander as he went through his usual routine. It had been a while since he'd had a really hot fuck, and thoughts of sex had taken up permanent residence in both of his 'heads'. He could barely glance at a woman without developing a hard on, not a good thing when you work with the public.

As his mind meandered through it's abundant catalog of images and fantasies, his cock stiffened, pressing emphatically against his his pants, begging for attention. Lately, he had shared fantasies with a female friend he had met over the internet. She was a willing ear when he wanted to talk about his sexual desires even though she was relatively inexperienced when it came to the things that he enjoyed. In recent weeks he had confided in her about a variety of fetishes and it turned him on immensely when she she asked questions, curious to learn vicariously through him. Even though she had been adamant that she could never do some of the things they talked about, he found that in some instances he could draw her into his fantasies, even if just a little bit. Every now and then, though, she would surprise him with something totally unexpected. They had even taken to calling each other by pet names, she was his 'baby' and he was 'sweet cheeks' to her.

His mind settled on a recent conversation they had shared where he had coaxed her into sharing erotic emails and dominating him with her words. He had spent the entire day alternating between semi and total arousal as they exchanged playful emails, and he had high hopes for her when it came to playing along with his fantasy games.

He was shaken from his salacious daydreams by a loud banging on the back door. As he made his way through the stockroom to see who was there, he picked up a newspaper in an effort to hide his bulging crotch.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to see a very attractive delivery woman. Her strawberry blonde hair seemed to catch every ray of the early morning sunlight and she flashed him a big smile as she wished him a perky "Good morning!" He could feel his cock instantly begin to dampen with precum at the sight of her standing there smiling at him. He wasn't expecting any deliveries, and he didn't recognize the truck, but he was too mesmerized by the large, lovely breasts straining the buttons on her shirt to ask questions. It took some effort to focus on signing for the delivery while still keeping his obvious interest for her hidden behind the newspaper.

When she handed him the box and turned to walk away, he noticed that it wasn't addressed to the shop, and he stumbled over his words as he called out to her, his thoughts consumed by the sway of her round ass as she walked away. " I think there's been a mistake." he said.

She turned back towards him and did a little jog back, her bouncing tits causing his cock to throb painfully in it's tight enclosure. "Oh, no! Sorry! Hold on a minute." she said as she jogged back to the rear of the truck.

This time the sight of her tightly clad ass sparked a visual of him bending her over so he could bury his cock in her and relieve his aching hard on as she leaned into the truck. He watched, captivated, until she climbed in and disappeared from view.

She was taking a while locating the right package, so he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes for a moment, imagining himself fucking her from behind with long, slow strokes. His thoughts were interrupted by her calling to him.

"Excuse me, sir?" she called a second time. "Could you come here and help me, please?"

Still holding the newspaper to conceal his arousal, he walked to the back of the truck. As he peered in, he felt a wave of dizziness as all available blood to his brain reversed direction and made a bee line for his already raging shaft.

She was standing in the back of the truck topless, the nipples of her large breasts bright pink and hard, a slight pout on her pretty lips. She motioned to her missing top, apparently caught by a hook on the wall of the truck. "I can't get it untangled." she whined as she made a half-hearted effort to cover her exposed breasts.

Mind racing and cock pounding, he glanced around to see if anyone had observed the surreal situation he was in, and seeing no one about, the newspaper slipped to the ground as he climbed in to offer his assistance. He attempted to make his way by her in the cramped space and had no choice but to steady himself and her by placing his hands on her bare waist as he maneuvered past her, his stiff cock brushing against her belly. "I'm so sorry." he blurted out, blushing.

"Oh, I don't mind at all." she replied softly, and he jumped when he felt her hand cup his balls and give them a squeeze. He froze for a few seconds, the nipples of her voluptuous tits just inches away from his chest.

The sweet smell of her hair filled his nostrils as she held a firm grip on his manhood. When his eyes met hers, he saw a devilish twinkle amidst the green and gold flecks. She flashed a slight grin and released her grip, and with a sigh somewhere between relief and frustration, he continued to make his way to the entangled shirt.

As he reached for the shirt, he felt her press against him, sliding her hand down his arm. In one quick motion, she reached under the shirt and before he could grasp what was happening, he felt the handcuffs that were attached to the wall underneath it clamp shut around his wrist.

"What the hell...!" he yelled.

She placed her finger of his lips and whispered, "You might want to re-think making that kind of noise." As his head reeled in confusion, she quickly unzipped his pants and slid them and his briefs to the floor, exposing his rock hard member. She took a small step back, and cooed "Nice...very nice indeed."

His thoughts raced as he stood there half naked, pleading with her softly to uncuff him. A quick look at the watch on his cuffed left arm told him he had only 35 minutes before the shop was due to open, and he knew his boss would be arriving any time and wondering where he was. The back of the delivery truck was also wide open, providing a full view of his predicament to anyone who might happen by. He was panicked and totally turned on all at the same time by the circumstances he found himself in. " I have to open in a few minutes..." he half begged as he struggled to reach his pants and pull them up with his free hand.

Brushing his hand away, she replied,"Then I suggest you be a good boy and do as you're told, then I will let you go."

He was struck by the absurdity of his next sentence, he being a guy who never passed up an opportunity to engage in a little kinky sex. "Ok," he begged, "whatever you want, just please make it quick."

Grabbing his engorged cock and squeezing it firmly, she moved her face close to his and said softly " I will be giving the orders here, and you will address me as ma'am, is that clear?"

Before he could respond, she kissed him hard, biting firmly on his bottom lip. She let go and made her way to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt and then sucking his nipples, biting hard on one and then the other. Too turned on now to feign any further objections, all he could do was groan, "Yeeess, ma'am..."

Scraping her long fingernails slightly against the underside of his cock as she released it, she ordered him to caress her tits with his free hand as she slid out of her pants. He did as he was told, and with her standing only in her panties, his hands busy pinching and fondling her naked breasts, his mind slipped completely from the reality of his exposure and into what had to be the wildest of fantasies.

She turned away from him, positioning her ass so that with each move she made the dripping head of his cock brushed against her silk panties as she bent over and stacked a large box on top of one already there. He reached to touch her and she slapped his hand away. "You don't have permission to touch!!" she barked at him as she reeled around to face him again.

"Yes ma'am." he replied sheepishly.

"Good boy." she replied, raking her fingers upwards through his chest hair as she moved close to kiss him again. She pressed her body hard against him as she nibbled his lips and pinched his nipples with one hand, and his ass with the other. "You like being my slave, don't you?" she purred, making his cock twitch in sweet agony.

"Yes, ma'am." he moaned.

With that, she slapped his ass and pushed him against the wall with a hard shove to his chest. She took his free hand and guided it down her stomach, forcing it into her panties. "Stroke my pussy!" she ordered, and he happily obliged. She reached for his cuffed hand and slid her fingers between his as he worked his fingers in and out of her wet pussy while his thumb moved over her hard clit. She wrapped her free hand around his pulsating cock and kept pace with his strokes as he melted into an fog, intoxicated by the smell of their juices mingling in the air between them. He could feel his climax, the waves of pleasure rising, but just as he was on the edge of release, she squeezed the base of his cock hard.

"Stop!" she demanded, pulling his unwilling hand from warm, wet pussy. Groaning in frustration, he reached for his trembling shaft only to have her slap his hand away. "Did I say you could touch?!" she said in a low, throaty growl.

"No, ma'am." he whimpered.

"I said you were to do as you were told, you disobeyed me." she said, gripping his wrist tightly.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." he said, looking directly into her eyes.

She pressed her body against his and raised herself on her tiptoes and whispered sweetly in his ear, "You're not ready for me to release you yet, are you, slave?" Her hot breath tickled the fine hairs on his neck and earlobe, coaxing another trickle of precum from the head of his cock. Catching a drop before it joined the others in the pool at his feet, she brought it to her lips and licked it off, looking into his eyes as she did.

"No ma'am," he moaned softly, "I'm not ready for you to release me yet."

She traced his lips with her wet finger." That's a good boy." she whispered.

She continued to hold her gaze with his as she stepped back and slid her panties down, kicking them to the side. She positioned herself on the boxes she had stacked earlier, and ordered him to take her left ankle and hold it firmly as she lifted her leg and placed her foot against the wall next to him. Leaning back on the boxes, she raised her other leg, steadying herself with her foot on another box. Spreading her legs wide, she offered him his first full view of her glistening pussy. As she slowly slid her fingers up and down her wet slit, she told him that since he had been bad, he was now going to be punished. "You want to slide your hard cock in my pussy, now, don't you?" she teased.

With a loud moan he replied "Yes, ma'am, I want to fuck you so bad."

Slipping a wet finger into her mouth, she drew it back out slowly and smiled. "But you were a very bad boy, so you'll wait until I'm ready." she said, slipping her fingers back between her full pussy lips.

"Yes, ma'am." he replied.

She commanded him to tell her what he would do with his tongue if she were to allow him access. As she fingered herself he narrated the journey his tongue would make, the long, soft laps up and down her forbidden slit, stopping to dance slow circles around her hard clit, then flicking it with the tip of his tongue in quick spurts. His juices were leaving a pool on the floor of the truck, his desire for her dripping from the tip of his cock as he described burying his tongue deep in her moist, hot pussy. His grasp on her ankle tightened as she writhed and moaned, her fingers moving furiously in and out her pussy.

"You'd like me to release you, wouldn't you, slave?" she demanded between gasps.

"Yes, ma'am, please release me, I'll be good, I promise!" he begged.

Without warning, she wrenched her foot free from his grip and slid from the box, turning to slide her drenched pussy onto his steel hard cock."Fuck me NOW, slave!!!" she screamed.

For a brief moment he was startled back to reality, his heart, head and cock throbbing as he glanced at the open door of the truck wondering if anyone had heard her scream. The idea of someone discovering them only make his cock harder as she backed herself up to meet each thrust he made.

"You love this, don't you slave?!" she yelled, panting. "Tell me, tell me how much you love it!"

In a barely audible voice he whimpered, "Yes, ma'am, I love it!"

"Louder, slave, harder, fuck me and tell me how much you love it!!!" she ordered.

Thrusting harder and harder with each declaration, he shouted "Yes, ma'am, I love it!!! I love fucking you!!! Fuck yes, I love it!!! Yes ma'am!!! Yeeesss ma'am!!! Yeeeeesssss!!!" The truck rocked as his last exclamation mingled with her satisfied screams, echoing off of the walls of the truck and dissipating out into the morning air.

He had lost all sense of time and place in his lustful fog. He drifted in a satiated stupor until he heard car pull in next to the delivery truck. He was still cuffed, pants around his ankles, his exhausted dick hanging lifelessly, she, still totally nude, in full view of anyone who might pass by. A nervous panic rose within him when he heard several voices from the cars occupants as they exited the car. He stared breathlessly out the open doors at the rear of the truck, heart pounding, sure that they would be seen. As the voices became more distant he relaxed, and looked over to see her smiling, eyes sparkling mischievously.

She stood and reached for his bare ass, squeezed it hard and whispered in his ear, "Good boy." Then, she softly issued one last order. "Now get dressed and get your ass back to work." she said as she uncuffed him.

They both dressed in silence until she asked sweetly if he would hand her the shirt from the hook on the wall. Their eyes met, and they smiled. Once dressed, he slid past her to exit the truck and she again grabbed his aching crotch and gave it a squeeze. "Thanks, sweet cheeks." she said, giving his ass a little pat.

"Thank YOU." he replied as he stepped out of the truck, smiling at the coincidence of her choice of names for him.

She drove off just as he reached the shop door and realized he was locked out. He searched his pockets for his keys, but they were gone, and with a rush of dread he realized they must have fallen out in the truck. How in the hell was he going to explain that, he wondered. He looked at his watch and found he was late, fifteen minutes after the shop was supposed to open. He debated whether to bang on the door or go around to the front. Arriving at the back door with no car in sight was going to create questions he didn't want to answer, so he decided he had no choice but to walk around the building, which was only going to make him even later.

He made his way around to the front of the building, his mind racing, reliving the surreal events of the morning. He couldn't wait to relay his adventure to his internet friend, he was sure she wouldn't believe this!

As he approached the door he was happy to see that his boss was there and had opened, and as he entered he was met with a half-pissed, half quizzical look. "Where the hell have you been?" he said.

"Rescuing a damsel in distress." he replied, feeling his face flush.

"Vehicle trouble?" his boss asked.

"Oh, yeah, BIG trouble." he replied, smiling to himself and hurrying to the back room to avoid any more questions.

He quickly composed himself and tried to recall the name of the delivery service on the side of the truck, to no avail. As he went about his day, he tried to focus on his job, but his thoughts kept bouncing between the events of the morning and how he was going to get his keys back without having to explain how they ended up where they did, which was going to be a moot point if he couldn't remember the name on the truck. He figured the place to start would be the yellow pages, and decided to check it out on his lunch break. With nothing more he could do for the moment, he let it slip from his thoughts and got to work.

A few hours later as he was waiting on a customer, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to find the delivery woman from that morning, smiling broadly and holding an envelope out to him. He looked to see that it was addressed to him personally, and as he signed for it he felt his cock stirring all over again. Suddenly remembering the keys, he opened his mouth to ask about them but before he could say anything, she stuck her hand in her pocket, pulling them out and placing them on top of the envelope. Without a word, she turned and quickly headed for the door. His 'thank you' was lost as she slipped out the door.

He finished with his customer and then went to the back room, sitting down at the desk as he opened the envelope delivered to him earlier. As he read the enclosed card, he leaned back in the desk chair and laughed softly to himself.

It read simply:

Hey Sweet Cheeks,

SURPRISE!!!

Baby :)

A Beautiful Computerfold

2009-06-15T05:00:00.000-07:00

Chapter One

I'm Ron Webber, nice to meet you. I guess you could call me an "accidental story teller". My life has been anything but....self directed. At one time a while back I used to work. Had an employment agency in Ohio, which actually did quite well. I had to sell it however, and as many of you can relate to, divorces can adversely affect your lives. The results of which left me....well....accidentally well off financially. And single by choice. I never pictured myself as being "sexy". Far from it. Oh I keep myself in shape all right. I golf, hunt, fish and play a lot of pool. I watch what I eat, and I pretty much gave up hard liquor in my 40's. I still smoke. Being stuck with a smoking fetish, I guess I just learned to live with that. I enjoy cooking too. I like a neat house, and since I lost my black lab, I prefer to live by myself. I've dated some over the years. I love women. Women smokers especially. I imagine myself settling down someday with a lovely woman my age, perhaps a pound or two over normal and a good cook. Kind of heart, warm and cuddly, and just maybe a good pool shooter. But my life, I keep telling myself, is not self directed. So now I'll relate the story of how I came to be romantically involved with a 26 year old absolutely gorgeous stripper named Karen.

After the first two rings I reached for the phone. The caller ID blinked K.J. ADAMS 555-5789

"Morning Karen"

"Good morning to you too Ronnie darling."

"Sounds like you're up to something honey, what can I do for you?"

"Actually, I'd like to invite myself to your house for dinner tonight. I don't need anything too elaborate, wine and maybe something "chickenish". Karen's voice was soft but with a hint of boldness.

"I suppose I could throw something together. What time?"

"I'm off from the club for the next two nights. Say 5:00"

"Show up at 5:00 and I'll have glass of Merlot waiting, but dinner might be a bit later than that. Are we taking pictures tonight?"

"Not tonight. I just need an old friend to talk to, and a good dinner of course. Chill the Merlot darling, see you at 5:00. Bye"

At this point in time, Karen and I had a budding friendship. I had helped her get a small side line business started selling internet photographs of a sometimes...shall we say.....sexy nature. When we first started, Karen was pretty much a computer "phobic" but that was months ago. I started doing some picture sets for her, then set up a requested erotic scene, which we both enjoyed. Since then I helped her get started with her own home computer and internet communications. I distinctly recall getting her first email. My face had the broadest grin. Then came the flood of forwarded jokes...Hmmm. Oh well.

I made a mental inventory of the kitchen larder. I had some chicken breasts in the freezer, and the makings for a green salad. A quick look revealed a package Teriyaki mix and the menu came together like a ten piece jigsaw puzzle. And doing something in the Wok always impressed the ladies.

I checked around the house, picking up the obvious items that were out of place and took out the chicken breasts from the freezer and set them on the counter. Next I took two bottles of a good vintage Merlot out of the wine cellar and put them into the fridge. A shower and shave, a splash of after shave (god I was such the old fool) and I was just sitting to down to contemplate Karen's visit.

Karen as I mentioned earlier, is gorgeous. Blonde shoulder length hair topping a 5'5" 120lbs frame that is very well proportioned. Her green eyes accentuate her high cheek bones. Her very movements are a turn on. No man on the face of the earth could resist her. During our photo sets she did her eyes with tri-color eye shadows. Light greens fading into silver sparkle. High natural arched eye brow's slightly darkened to a more brown than her natural. Most of the times I've seen her, she wore a subtle red lipstick. On occasion, she put on a brighter red, which made her the acme of sexy. I won't even go into her outfits that she'd purchased over the years for her strip tease act.

But what I got when the doorbell rang was not quite that...........

"Hiya Ronnie" as she stepped in and gave me the customary hug and quick kiss on the lips. There she was. No make-up at all. OK, the lip gloss was there, and a pale pink at that. Not even outlined. Her hair, pulled back into a pony tail, even had a few strands out of place. Perhaps the last remnant of her bangs from a previous style.

"Hello Karen" I hoped she didn't see me bite my lower lip.

"Disappointed?"

Ah shit, she'd seen me bite my lip.

I recovered quickly "Not a bit. Just as beautiful as ever. Love the shorts." Actually I did like the shorts. Brown khaki and very short. Leather sandals and a yellow tank top completed the look. Beige bra with visible straps. I've never really gotten used to that look on women. I mean the bra straps showing. When I was Karen's age, women were burning bras. I had great hopes for the future. Sadly it never came to pass.

Karen took her customary spot on a stool on the opposite side of my kitchen's peninsula counter top. I busied myself opening the Merlot. Karen reached into her denim purse for her cigarettes. I was busy twisting the cork screw, and a bit too far away to give her a light. She didn't even pause for me, and with a click of her BIC she brought the flame to the end of her VS120. Taking a nice long drag, as I watched, she caught my look of disappointment.

"Sorry. Giggle. Come here"

As I brought her the glass of wine, she took another healthy drag (an intended oxymoron) on her Slim. Taking the glass to the side of her face, she exhaled a slow focused stream of smoke directly into mine.

"Thank you Ronnie darling"

"No...Thank you"

I stepped back, and did a quick spin to cover the erection I just got. I was pouring myself a glass of wine trying to act casual.

"Turn around Ronnie. Let me see the front of your pants." Dammit. So I turned, and she giggled again.

"I just find you so amazing sometimes" Karen said in low sultry voice.

I continued on with the supper preparations. Chopping up a yellow squash and placing the pieces into my vegetable steamer. Once the oil was up to temperature in the Wok I added the strips of chicken I'd cut up. Two or three stirs and I added the water and teriyaki mix to the Wok, and turned the heat down to simmer. During which time, Karen finished her cigarette, and started to get another from her package. We exchanged glances and she paused, then placed her cigarettes back on the counter.

"I won't light another, as I'm starved and I don't want to slow you down." Karen giggled again. I made another quick stir and brought the bottle of wine over to Karen. As she was refilling her glass, I took her package of cigarettes and lighter, and lit one for her. She smiled as I handed it to her.

"Chicken needs a little more time......" I smiled back.

Before long we were chit chatting away like two old friends. She caught me up on the latest news around Steve's club where she worked. I asked her if she'd dated anybody lately, to which she shook her head quickly to the negative then quickly changed the subject. I sensed there was more to that story, but I didn't press the issue. The timer went off on the steamer, and the chicken was now done. I began to serve the meal up.

"Can I help you with anything?"

"Umm yeah. There are two green salads in wooden bowls in the fridge if you'd snag those on your way to the table. Pick out a dressing from the selection in lower door shelf, and bring the Ranch for me."

Karen grabbed only the Ranch dressing, and made her way to the table. Moments later we were enjoying more conversation, along with the meal I'd prepared. Once the meal was finished, and Karen had declined the small dish of ice cream I'd offered for desert, she motioned for me to remain seated while she cleared the dishes. On her last pass by the table, she placed one of my "special occasion cigars" where my plate had been along with the large crystal ashtray from the peninsula.

"Enjoy this, I'm going to load the dishwasher. No buts, just sit back and enjoy."

And so I did. Karen made herself right at home in my kitchen. She seemed to know everything about my kitchen. Sorta like she'd designed it. She didn't even blink an eye when the dishwasher soap was right below the sink. A remarkable woman I thought. I also thought something was on her mind too, and before long, perhaps half way through the second of the two bottles of Merlot, I would find out.

Chapter Two

"Comfy?"

"Oh yeah." My cigar was half gone. The dishes were done, and Karen and I had found ourselves out on my sun porch on either end of a rattan couch which matched the other pieces. I absent mindedly recalled one of her "smoking photo sets" we'd shot here on the sun porch. I was waiting for her to unload what she had on her mind, and I didn't have to wait much longer. Karen took her cigarettes and slowly selected one from the box. She smoothly placed the filter between her lips and lit the end with her lighter. She took a long pull, tilted her head back, and exhaled a plume of smoke towards the ceiling.

"I got an offer on the internet the other day." Karen's voice was full of contemplation. If she'd rehearsed this dialog, it hadn't stuck in her mind.

"There's a website there that has a lot of amateur woman models, and they send in updates a couple of times a week. You know the one I'm talking about?"

"Yeah. I guess there's probably more than one, but they pretty much all work the same. Us guys view the free photo's, tastefully done of course, and if we want to see more we sign up for a subscription to the site, and pay by the month. Sound familiar?"

Karen gathered her thoughts, taking another drag on her Slim, and talking out the smoke. "Well, the split is 50/50. The web site takes care of all the computer work, which would be good for me, as I'm just not that good with computers yet....They keep track of the legal things, so I wouldn't run afoul of the law. They collect the money of course, and I would get a monthly count of the number of members and collections. I'd like to keep stripping at Steve's club, however, I don't see that as being a long range lifestyle."

It was my turn to add my thoughts. "I like the idea of them keeping track of the legal things. That's a big plus. How much do they make though?"

Karen got a small "Mona Lisa" smile across her face. "The top girls make several thousand dollars a month. But, they're the top dogs. To get to that status, I'd have to become somewhat more.....liberal in my thinking......" Karen's voice trailed off.

"Liberal how?" My mind was racing by this point.

"Oh, the smoking thing I already have down. And of course knowing you, I would have massive amounts of input on that." Karen smiled and continued. " I would have to adjust my sexual thinking about doing shoots with other girls."

"I could give you some input on that as well." I said, trying to stifle my delight. "Now just suppose that you're serious about this next step. What can I do to help you? I'll shoot the digital pictures of course, and if you need a loan to get thing set up, I'd be willing to help you there as well."

Karen reached back behind her head and pulled loose the "scrunchy" securing her pony tail. A quick shake of her head, and her blonde hair was resting below her shoulders. She approached me, and motioned for me to slide over more towards the center of the couch. I complied as she straddled my lap and tilted my head back. I was almost frozen with terror. (The good kind)

Karen leaned in for a short kiss, then another but just a little longer. Then in a sultry whisper "I don't want it to be a loan. I want a partnership. I do need some money to add with my savings to purchase some equipment. Not a huge amount. I want you to be the photographer, at least for now, and of course I need to gain a little knowledge about what turns men on. Fetishes and that sort of thing."

"You have my full cooperation." I uttered. "When is this going to start?"

"I though probably I could talk you into it" Karen giggled. "And it starts tonight. I'm going to strip off these clothes and get into the hot tub. You're going to roll up the windows on my car, and retrieve my overnight bag on the front seat. Place the bag next to your bed, then refill my wine and join me in the tub."

All I could manage was a nod of my head, and after she slipped off my lap I went about the aforementioned tasks. When I woke up this morning, I had my life in a very comfortable routine I liked, but this evening and the ensuing days ahead, things were going to change drastically.

Karen's head was back against the side of the tub when I got there. I had placed her existing glass of wine into an insulated plastic tumbler and topped it off. I had done the same with mine, only substituted a Bud Lite for the Merlot. I quietly slipped into the tub, taking a minute to adjust to the hotter temperature on my skin. My testicles beat a hasty retreat into my body. Eyeing me, Karen slid from her position on the other side of the tub, to one along side of me and closer to the wine. She took a sip, and smiled.

"Be a darling and light one for me?....Please."

I handed her a towel to dry her hands, and lit her a smoke. Taking an additional one of hers, I lit one for myself. The menthol hit the back of my throat, making for a cool change to the harsher cigar. We both looked up at the stars.

"So. Any reservations yet?" Karen was the first to speak.

"Yeah, some." I replied.

"The age thing again?"

"Yeah, somewhat. I guess I don't understand why you want to hang with a guy that's well....much older?"

Karen straddled me again, gaining an advantage of course, but also to position herself closer to the ashtray and her wine.

"I'll let you in a little secret OK. Here it is. You're the only man I've had sex with in the last 15 months. Maybe longer. I went through this huge dry spell. I had lots of offers, but if you think about a woman being leered at by guys at a strip club, it doesn't do much to turn a girl on. It became business, and thoughts of sex just became associated with business. I didn't like that thinking. It became even tougher to masturbate. I saved a small fortune on double A batteries the last year or so." Karen ended with a giggle.

"And then I met you Ron. You didn't leer. After we met at the club the first day, I looked for you every afternoon for a week, to see if you'd come and see me naked. I was so impressed right then that you didn't. I had to call you about the computer lessons just to see you again. I came to your house, you gave me...... coffee. I wondered why not a beer or wine. I mean I know I'm attractive, but you sure hid your cards let me tell you."

"And then I volunteered to let you tie me up and give me a ...the finest blow job ever...."

Karen smiled and laughed. "Oh my god that was so erotic. That night on the way home I bought a bunch of batteries and made myself so sore......geez That whole scene we did. I started to put the leather mask on you, and my first thought was I didn't want to get it too tight...you know...suffocate you....but something came over me. I tied it as tight as I could. I was just shaking. I thought I was out of control."

"It could have been tighter......" I grinned.

Karen grinned back at me. "The age thing doesn't bother me in the least. I didn't think I'd go for older men, but you're different. Convinced?"

"I still have this vision I guess, of taking you out to dinner, and you're wearing pig tails....and you have on these short shorts....and a tank top that says "He's MY Daddy".

Karen roared with laughter. It took several minutes for her to subside enough to continue the conversation.

"That would make a great photo set...grinning....We could play it sorta like..."

I put my finger up to her lips. She stopped there, eyes wide open. When I removed my finger, Karen began a different thought.

"OK. When we're out somewhere, I'll have the full make-up thing going. I'll even pencil in a few wrinkles if that would make you feel any better." Karen said, with what I perceived to be all sincerity.

"So that brings us to tonight. What was your thinking on coming over here for dinner?"

Karen thought for a moment. "Basically I wouldn't have continued with the business plan without you. I would have backed off. I'm still a little shaky on this "kinky sex thing" and I want you to know that I intend to take it a little slow."

"In order for this to work like you want it too, kinky will be the name of the game." I countered.

"Oh yeah, I'm game. But tonight I have just one thing in mind."

"And that is?"

"I want you to make love to me. Soft and gentle. Then I want to fall asleep in your bed, very close to you. I want to make coffee for you in the morning."

I leaned into Karen. Watched her eyes start to close. I kissed her full on the lips, spreading her teeth and gently inserting my tongue, just beyond. "I've got the coffee all made, it's on a timer for 9:15 am."

With that, we climbed out of the tub, I dried her off, and took her to my bedroom, full of anticipation as to what was going to happen between us in the next few months. Oh yeah. I was soft and gentle.

Chapter Three

I could feel the remote shutter button being pressed into my right hand. I managed to get my head a little higher, but the leather hood and collar still held my head down. In this position it was kinda tough to see where Karen was. Shortly she came into view. She looked fantastic. This being the third installment of Karen's new career move KAREN THE INTERNET DOMINATRIX . It was a suggestion from Karen's new employer.

I thought it would be fun. And, since I'm just not an exhibitionist, being in a leather hood and not having my face visible to the entire world wide web sure appealed to me. It's kinda different being stretched across a "spanking bench" with my wrists held behind my back with leather cuffs, which connect to a leather strap, in turn connecting to a leather collar around the base of the hood. Not near as comfortable as the Saint Andrews cross we'd used on our first shoot.

It took Karen awhile to get my leather ankle restraints adjusted to where my knees didn't hurt. But she succeeded. Almost.

"OK Ronnie. It's Showtime. You gonna make it through 150 photo's?"

I nodded my head. Karen looked fantastic. Black leather halter top. A chain around her narrowed waist with dangling hand cuffs. We decided to go with a black wig this time, one that was long enough to pull tightly behind her head. Dangling earrings and darkened eyes set off the look. A small black leather "cunt" cap topped it off. Below the chain, oh my god. Short pencil skirt of leather, showing just a small amount of leg between it and the high black leather stiletto heeled boots. For those of you who might find this erotic, and most of you will, consider this. Karen's outfit today cost over $800.

Karen checked the list laying flat on top of the TV just out of the camera's field of vision.

"OK, we're ready. Can you see the TV screen alright?"

I nodded.

Karen picked up the Monte Cristo cigar from my special occasions shelf in the refrigerator. She flicked her BIC, and while waiting to bring the flame close to the end of the cigar, I pushed the button for the first of 150 photos, and we were off. As she started to puff up the cigar. I pressed again. A small mirror to my right side indicated that the flash had gone off. For a moment, I just had to take in the view. It was surreal. We'd done a pretty good job disguising the fact that I was a middle aged (ok, maybe more than middle aged) guy about to get his ass whipped by a beautiful dominatrix.

Karen approached. Bending at the waist she whispered "First face blow coming up." She positioned herself face to face with me and proceeded to take a huge drag on the cigar. With a strained looked on her face, she proceeded to cloud me up good. I pushed the button just as she.....started a coughing fit.

"Shit....cough...cough....just a second....whew...them bastards are potent. How the hell do you stand them?.

Takes practice I thought to myself. Despite the coughing, I kinda liked it. Grin

"OK, lets try this again. Now that I know what to expect."

Karen again came face to face with me, puffed up the cigar, and let me have another full force. But this time, just a very sexy grin on her face followed the blast of smoke. She was still smiling as the air around my face cleared.

"One more."

I nodded, and she blasted me again.

Karen went over and checked the script, then returned. This time she took a cat-o-nine-tails from the hook on the stone wall. Although the script didn't call for it, I noticed my Monte Cristo had found a home in the side of her mouth. I shot a couple of more pictures, while she was still in my field of vision. After this, I would have to get my timing down by viewing the TV screen, and anticipating the delay time.

Crack

OUCH!

"Sorry" Karen looked a little sheepish, but once that expression cleared her face, I resumed taking pictures.

What seemed like an hour later, ahem, Karen stopped and came around to face me again and unzipped the mouth of the leather mask. She spread the zipper apart and gave me a little French kiss. I could taste Monte Cristo alright.

"I'm starting to get a little buzz off this stogie dear. You go ahead and have some while I do the special effects." With that, Karen inserted the cigar into my mouth and went over to the desk drawer to get the red felt marker. Moving behind me, she uncapped the marker and began drawing the lines across my ass. Very ticklish I might add.

Coming back around front, Karen announced to nobody in particular.

"OK, his ass is really red now. How about a few more shots!"

Swack, Swack, and I took these rather mild swats as my cue to resume shooting pictures.

The five short beeps indicated that the camera cartridge was used up. Karen came back around front and unzipped the hood to where I could get a good breath of air.

"OK honey. Was it fun for you too?"

"Mmmmmm of course. I just love being your bitch!" I said. And I meant it too!

Karen got this sly smile on her face, and re-zipped the hood.

"I'm so glad you said that honey, now where did I put that darned strap-on."

She giggled, "Just kidding. Raise your ankles up so that I can get your cuffs off. I'm starving and I need a nice glass of Chardonnay."

Once the cuffs and hood were off, I glanced at the clock.

"I think the pork tenderloin roast should be done by now, are you ready to shut down the office for the day? Would you be comfortable wearing your outfit to dinner?"

"Yeah, I can keep the outfit on. But we're gonna have to have some sex tonight, this whole scene got the hornies going in me again."

Somehow, I think her strap-on comment was not so much of a joke as it was a warning.

A BBW For My Birthday

2009-06-14T05:00:00.000-07:00

November 3rd...another birthday. Shit; I turn 53 years old and it is the same old same old. Cards and underwear from my parents and happy birthday phone calls from my brothers and sisters. Just once I wish a birthday could be a little different. Oh well, at least it was Saturday, so I could grab a few extra hours of sleep.

Just as I was dozing off again, the phone rang.

"Hello.."

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you..." came the off tune rendition of my best buddy Dave's greeting.

"Dave, isn't it a little early to be torturing me with your singing?"

"Har Har good buddy. I will ignore that little jibe. Just calling to see how you like her."

"Like who? What the Hell are you talking about?"

"Oh, I guess she hasn't arrived. Damn she was supposed to arrive at 8:00. Oh well. Guess I have blown the surprise good buddy, so I will just tell you. I ordered you a beautiful woman to be your little sex slave for your birthday."

"Right Dave."

"Hey, I'm not shittin' you, she is.....

Ding Dong

"Hold on Dave, that's the door bell."

I lay the receiver down and got out of bed and went to answer the door in just my boxers. When I opened the door, there was this massive brunette, about 5'4", and 336 pounds in a mini skirt with a scoop necked top, showing her jiggling deep valley of cleavage.

"Yes, can I help you?"

"Hi, My Name is Trudy Armstrong, and your friend um" pulling a card from her purse, she looked at it and added, "David Murphy" sent me as your birthday present."

My mouth fell open as I surveyed her body with rolls of flesh trying to break free from the confines of her dress.

"Um, I think there must be some mistake. You can come in and have a seat in the living room while I sort this out. I will be right back."

I hurried as fast as I could back to my bedroom and grabbed the receiver and whispered, "What in the fuck were you thinking you moron?"

Dave sounded shocked when he said, "What do you mean Jerry?"

"The woman is a moose. She is huge with a capital H!"

"Man, I'm sorry I don't understand. I saw this ad in the City Paper that said BBWs for Birthdays or any occasion. Doesn't BBW mean Beautiful Birthday Women?"

"Hell no, you douche bag. It means Big Beautiful Women...with a stress on the Big part. What the hell am I going to do with her?"

"Sorry Dude, you'll think of something," and he hung up.

"Sorry Dude...Sorry Dude." I'm going to kick his ass when I see him next time.

I ran my fingers through my hair and slowly walked to the living room, going over in my mind what I could say to this large woman.

Her dress as ridden halfway up her thighs, and she had taken off her jacket to show me that the dress was backless, and I could see acres of skin in soft fleshy folds.

"Um, I'm afraid that there's been a little misunderstanding. I have an extra $20 for all your troubles of coming over here, but Dave said he made a mistake, so I won't be needing you."

When I saw her smile drop and her eyes began to tear up, I knew I was in trouble. I just couldn't stand to see a woman cry.

"Don't think another thought about it. I'm used to men looking for a Barbie Doll for sex and being turned off by my weight," and she grabbed her jacket and began heading for the door.

By then, the tears were streaming down her face, and against my better judgment, I stopped her.

"Wait, wait. Maybe I reacted a little too hastily. I haven't had breakfast yet, and it is my birthday. I could use some company, so would you like to join me?"

She sniffed, and dried her tears and grudgingly said ok and removed her hand from the knob. After tossing her jacket back on the couch and kicking off her heels, we both went to the kitchen and started some French toast and sausage.

I have no idea what was coming over me, but the conversation was incredible, and this...this....well I guess I can say, this fat woman was becoming more and more appealing.

We polished off the French toast, sausage, juice and coffee and my admiration continued to grow for her intelligence, humor and yes, beauty.

I became more and more curious, and tentatively asked, "What exactly do you do for your clients?"

She calmly answered, "Anything they wish."

"Damn" I thought. "Anything?"

"Yes, anything."

This did sound like it had its possibilities and I was growing quite fond of Trudy, so I invited her to sit on the couch to talk. I stuck the dishes in the sink then returned to the living room and saw her bare feet crossed at the ankles. The painted pink nails for some reason were turning me on immensely and I stood in front of her, debating to myself.

"You did say anything didn't you?"

"Sure did."

"Would that include....licking your feet and toes? I've never done that with a woman and would like to try it."

"I'd love it Jerry."

I got down on my knees and approached her feet, and could see that she wasn't wearing any panties under her skirt. "Oh my God, I thought. Between the separated meaty thick thighs was the thickest bush of dark black curls I had ever seen.

I took one of her feet in my hands and realized that each toe and the top of her feet also had little black hairs on them, and I immediately got an uncontrollable hard on. I slowly ran my tongue up the soul of each foot, then took the big toe of her left foot into my mouth and began to suck as I caressed the hairs on top of her foot.

She whispered "Oh yeah. That feels so good."

For the next 15 minutes I gave each of her beautiful toes loving care, then told her I needed a break to use the bathroom.

"Let me help."

"Huh?"

"I said let me help," and she grabbed my hand and led me down the hall.

She faced me toward the toilet, raised the lid, and in one swift motion pulled down my boxers.

I could feel her large stomach and breasts crushed against my back as she reached both arms around me and took my penis and balls in her hand and aimed them at the toilet bowl.

"Anytime you're ready."

This was incredible, and I began to become aroused as my golden pee began to squirt into the toilet. After I finished, she shook off the excess drops, then turned me and licked the head.

"Um, Trudy, would you mind waiting in the living room, because I also have to have a BM."

"No problem Jer. Have a seat and do your thing."

I thought to myself, this can't be happening. I'm going to poop in front of a woman?

Shyly I sat, and watched as she shed her dress and bra. Her huge breasts hung halfway down her chest, and I could once again see the beautiful thick pussy hairs with a thin line of hair reaching her navel. Damn she was turning me on like no other woman. She straddled me and took my lips with hers and as I did my "business" she kissed me like I had never been kissed, sending me into another world.

She broke the kiss, then calmly reached for a wad of toilet tissue and told me to lean forward. I did as I was told, and it is an experience I will never forget. She cleaned me with long slow strokes, then tossed the paper in the toilet and flushed.

"Now that wasn't so bad or embarrassing was it?"

"No, actually it was quite enjoyable."

"Anything else you have ever wanted to try, but haven't been able to discuss with a woman?"

I thought about it for a minute and didn't know if it was too far out, but finally said, "I have always fantasized about being given a golden shower, if you know what those are."

"Of course I know Hon. I would be glad to give you one."

I lay down on the living room floor as directed with a thick towel under my head. I watched Trudy as she spread her legs above me and lowered her giant hairy ass and pussy until they were two inches from my face, and I opened my mouth.

"I'll just give you a mouthful to start and see if you can handle it okay."

She let loose with a small stream until my mouth was full of her golden liquid. I rolled the warm juice around in my mouth until I was accustomed to the salty strong taste, then swallowed, surprised that it tasted quite good, causing my cock to swell at the thought of what she was doing to me.

"You ok back there? Want some more?"

"Yes please."

"Okay lover. Just hold your hand up if you want me to stop."

With that she started her urine flowing once again into my mouth and I greedily began to gulp and swallow all of it as she emptied herself into me. It was the sexiest thing I had ever done with a woman. It was such a private matter; peeing, and I was ecstatic over her doing this with me as I savored every drop of her.

After she finished, she turned and smiled at me, and I could only smile back at this beautiful big creature.

"I have one other fantasy if you are willing....I have always wanted a woman to sit on my face and let me eat her ass and pussy."

"I thought YOU were supposed to get the presents. It feels more like MY birthday."

She straddled my head once again and slowly lowered her ass until it was completely covering my nose and mouth. The scent of her was amazing and I slowly began to lick her ass crack and moist urine covered pussy lips.

"Mmmmm, that feels good."

I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go and stuck it deep into her ass hole as she rocked and moaned above me. For fifteen minutes she rocked and moaned until she exploded in a massive orgasm filling my mouth with her pussy juices. Once she recovered, she turned and straddled my hard cock and slowly lowered herself down on it.

I couldn't help but moan as she took me inside her.

"God Trudy, you are so tight."

The warm moist lips of her pussy milked me as she moved up and down on my engorged cock, pressing her massive weight full on my body. She banged her huge body over and over against mine, slamming into me.

"Oh Babe....I can't take it." I thrust my fingers into the fleshy mounds of her ass as I shot my load into her and threw back my head, crying out in ecstasy.

She lay down beside me as I tried to catch my breath and ran a finger up and down my chest. We spent the rest of the day inventing all kinds of unmentionable perversions, and she fell asleep in my arms that night after whispering,

"Happy Birthday Jerry."

A BBW & Her Drain Problem

2009-06-13T05:00:00.000-07:00

Just a little background, I work for a small township, whereas, I took on a position of a machine operator after many years working within the medical profession. I find this job more rewarding, because at the end of the day, I can see the product of my work as well as the effect it has had upon my body, and the added stamina, which my wife has really begun to enjoy.

This one July morning, my partner and myself (there are only the two of us), arrived at work and had a message on our answering machine after a pounding rain storm. The message was from one of those people who like to complain about any little thing that may happen, but she is a tax payer so we had to go check it out. We pulled up to this bi-level house which sets on a hill and began to investigate the situation the lady of the house, Karen, came out in a rage telling us how, we could not do anything right and that it was our fault that her drain had blocked up. The way the morning sun was shining, I could see thru her near transparent night shirt that was 3 sizes to tight and see her large breasts and that her nipples were so hard, they were almost coming right through the material. She stood all of 5'2" and probably approximately 200 lbs., but something deep inside made me want to see more. It took a few minutes, but my associate told her, that we would be momentarily to aide her with her situation. We got back into the truck and he started to go on about what a what a bitch she was and I told him about the hard on, that her tits had caused me, which made him laugh and ridicule me.

When we arrived back at our office, there were several more calls, which were minor, but would take one of us to clear up. So we tossed a coin and I lost, or so I had thought. I grabbed a shovel and fired up our faithful old backhoe. It took for ever, but I arrived back on location. By the time I got back, the sun had risen and the humidity had gone up so I removed my shirt and started to the task at hand. I got the chain and removed the cover, a task with the heat rising caused me to start to perspire.

I got the machine in position to dig, when she, Karen, came out screaming and waving (still in the same dress as earlier) at this point, I could see her actions, but, I could not make out a single word she was saying. As she got closer, I could make out, me having one of my cleats on her lawn and as she reached about 10 feet away, she started to slide on the wet grass. I do not know why, but I jumped out the side and caught her as she was just about to go down into the hole. My hands wrapped around her and I could feel the roll on her stomach, than my hands slid up to her large breasts as we both fell backwards.

She did not say a word, as we both lay there on the ground, but again, I do not know what came over me, but I gained a hard on that would have made a piece of steel envious. Her well rounded butt was placed over me and I could feel her separating divide almost grip my ever growing member. Karen, tried to get up, but slipped and she fell this time facing me, causing both our pelvis to grind. Finally, she got up and told me that I had done enough damage to her yard and I reassured her that I was in a position that, was good enough to complete my task. Which she supervised form her front porch.

I do not know, if it was the heat of the day or the roll we shared on the front lawn, but when I finished, she invited me in for a glass of iced tea. As I followed her up the front steps, it was not hard to notice that the sun had not only caused me to perspire, but Karen's nights shirt, was soaked and I could make out the whole outline of her robust bottom side as well as the separation between her cheeks. When we entered her house there was a complete temperature change, she must have had the AC on max, when we reached the kitchen, she poured two glasses of tea and turned around to hand me one. Well, the dampness of her shirt and the cold of the house only made her nipples even harder, I tried to look away, but my eyes were glued to the chest of this little Cherub before me, she just giggled and told me that we could not do anything even if she wanted to, "as it was her time of the month". I was taken back, and tried to apologize, it was if she wanted to taunt me even more, as she moved forward and extended her hand and rubbed my crotch.

I do not know what came over me as I, pulled her close to me, I looked down into her eyes and rubbed her ample ass. It was almost as if she melted, her head was drawn to my bare chest as her mouth sought out my male nipple. She began sucking upon it, a sensation that I had never felt before. I had seen the couch in the adjoining living room and while she was still attached to me, suckling like a baby on a mothers tit, managed to carry her over. As I lay her down, she detached herself, from this and began to undo the buttons on my pants one by one, but at this point and time that was not within my plans.

I grabbed the base of her shirt as she started to protest, but with one quick motion, it was gone. I gazed down to see this incredible sight before me, this lady, who before was "short fat bitch", but now the object of my desire. She was bathed in a film of sweat, her hair was messed and to set it off, she had her period. Her legs were crossed, but her pubic dark pubic hair was thick and pointed the way. I rolled her onto her stomach and started at the base of her neck slowly working my tongue down the small of her back. When I reached her ass, I opened her cheeks and found the petal of her nether land. I blew my breath upon this opening causing her to get goose bumps across her body. I licked down to the separating divide and encountered a string that was hanging from between her moist folds, I then moved back up to her damp anal opening and penetrated her with my tongue, as she moaned and whimpered.

I was on my knees when she rolled onto her back, her breasts lying to either side of her body, her stomach had two big folds, I could contain myself no longer. I grabbed her legs and placed one on each side of my head as I did so, she squirmed as my tongue flicked over her clit, she kept, telling me to stop, but kept pressing herself into my ministrations. Her smell was intoxicating and her taste was so sweet, I separated, her lips with one hand and with the other removed her tampon. She was yelling at me to stop, but her legs wrapped around my neck harder, I had always loved giving oral to a woman and thought I was fairly adept, but at this point I became an animal in search of the final meal. She was in the heaviest point, but I did not care, I licked and sucked her outer lips then brought my lips up to her clit as my tongue flicked back and forth, I entered her with two fingers along the roof of her vagina, finding the sweet spot that made her shake and between the combined licking, sucking and rubbing caused her to "WET HERSELF" and buck and spasm and cry with delight. Upon getting back to reality, she told me she had not peed herself since she was a little girl, but this felt different. I told her, I really did not think it was pee, but she may have experienced a true orgasm as this was sweet and somewhat silky..... she reluctantly agreed since her bladder was full and she did not feel any relief from that fullness.

Being the bitch she was, she blamed me for the stain on the couch, the divot in the lawn and a rip in her shirt...I did not only walk away with a beard full of blood, but the knowledge when we pass by and get a wave and smile that I had done my duty as a political grunt, maybe someday, I will unleash my load in her awaiting hot tunnel.

A Barbecue

2009-06-12T05:00:00.000-07:00

Liar's Poker is a bluffing game. If you know how to play, I don't have to tell you how. If you don't, I'm sure you probably know somebody who does know, and they can teach you. Briefly, it involves the serial numbers on U.S. paper bills. They become poker hands and the players try to bluff each other. Usually the winner takes all the bills as a prize. In this story, the prize is of a little different currency.

It was a great day for a barbecue. Annie had spent the morning mixing the marinade, chopping salad ingredients and making burger patties. Hank had gone to the store for supplies and parked in front of the TV to watch the game. Annie didn't mind -- really. He worked hard all week and needed to relax on Saturday. Besides, he was going to be doing the grilling.

She had a job, too, but being a paralegal wasn't as heavy with responsibility as being a construction foreman. She'd been raised to respect and honor her husband, so she did, without question. Whenever she got any inkling of a thought that she was doing as much to hold up her end of the relationship, she quashed it. She loved Hank, and she knew that, in his way, he loved her, too. It was just...well, she didn't know what it was. Something had happened over the years to turn them into people she didn't even like.

Bill and his wife, Stella, as well as two other couples, were due to arrive around 3PM. Hank had invited Bill and his wife -- Bill had just started work at the construction company. Hank had told Annie not to invite anybody over before the game was over. Now she looked around the kitchen. Everything seemed to be ready. She had time for a shower and a little break. She walked through the living room on her way to the shower. As she passed the couch, Hank reached out and grabbed her wrist. "Hey, Baby! This looks like a runaway game. How about a blowjob before the vultures get here?"

"Hank, I need a shower. I was just on the way..." She tried to free herself from his tight grip, but he had her trapped. "Nah! I don't care how you smell. Besides, I won't be smelling you if your head is between my legs." He turned her around and pulled down, forcing her to her knees in front of him. With his free hand he unzipped his fly and pulled out his hardening dick. Releasing her wrist, he put his hand on the back of her neck and began to pull her to his crotch. She could see his cock, angry red now and throbbing as she got closer. With a sigh, she gave up the struggle and took him into her mouth. His rank odor rose to her nostrils, but she was used to it, had even come to enjoy it sometimes, when she felt horny. Hank showered, but only every two or three days. Today hadn't been one of those days.

Hank looked at Annie's blonde hair as her head bobbed up and down between his thighs. He swigged his beer and began to feel his orgasm approaching. He dropped the empty can to the floor and sat up, moving closer to the edge of the cushion. His feet were behind his wife's ass, not allowing her to back up. His movement forced another inch into her mouth and he felt his balls tighten just as he began to spew his semen into her mouth. He ignored her gagging and just pumped, continuing to fuck her face. As the spasms passed and he began to soften, she let his cock slip out of her mouth. He released her by moving his feet apart. She sat back and rose, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

"Thanks, Hon. Hey, before you go wash your dirty ass, why don't you grab me another beer, Babe?" Hank's voice conveyed the pride he felt in his manly prowess. He tucked his soft little dick back into his pants and zipped up. Annie wordlessly moved back into the kitchen and returned with another beer for her husband. No other word was spoken and she went down the hall to shower. Under the hot spray she ignored the tears that mixed with the water. Not only ignored them, but denied them.

By 3:30, all the guests had arrived. The men congregated at the picnic table by the barbecue, a cooler full of ice and beer nearby. They were all disappointed in the afternoon's game. The women were in the kitchen and the adjoining dining room. The aroma of grilled meat drifted through the screens as they chatted about children, clothes and assorted subjects. When the other three women began to talk sex and men, Annie found she didn't want to participate, so she just listened. She had come to grips with her life long ago. Hank liked sex and didn't complain. Annie sometimes thought she might be missing out somehow, when she heard the other women talking about parts of their sex lives. But she was taught not to question this aspect of things either. Hank would lift up her nightie about once a week and stick himself inside her. He usually pumped for a couple of minutes and then squirted. Afterward, he'd kiss her cheek and roll off her, going quickly to sleep.

Annie and Hank had been married for twelve years and had no children. Annie had been glad to learn that Stella was also childless. Cindy and Melanie, the other two women, had two and three kids, respectively. When Cindy looked at Melanie and began a story about what her little girl had done that week, Stella rose from the table and moved next to Annie at the counter to fix herself another drink. She noticed Annie's glass and splashed two fingers of vodka into it, as well. She topped both drinks off with grapefruit juice. She handed Annie her glass and picked up her own. Laying her arm across Annie's shoulders, she propelled her out of the kitchen and into the family room. "Stella, I just had a drink, and I still have work to do in the kitchen," Annie protested. They sat on the couch next to the ping-pong table.

"No. You don't. If there's anything else to be done, just ask one of the breeders to do it. they're used to feeding crowds." Stella was childless by choice. That had been the only way she would marry Bill, she'd told Annie. Annie, on the other hand had wanted children. The doctor said she could, but blamed her barrenness on Hank. Hank, of course, snorted at that. He refused to go get tested.

"Honey," Stella looked at Annie and got right to it. "What's wrong? If you don't mind me saying so, you look kinda down."

"It's nothing, Stella," she shook her head. "I'm just kinda run down." Just then, Hank's voice hurled from the back yard, demanding that Annie bring him a new pack of smokes. She quickly rose and obediently went to the kitchen, opened a pack and took it out to her husband. When she returned to the couch, Stella was looking at her oddly.

"Why do you put up with that shit?" her new friend asked, shaking her head. "Stella, we've just met, so I don't think you should say things like that," Annie defended herself bravely. "No, Annie. Maybe not, but I can tell a bad situation when I see it. He doesn't respect you at all. Have you ever told him to get his own damned cigarettes? Or beer? This is a new century, for God's sake!" Annie's eyes widened at that and she reddened. Somewhere deep down she knew what Stella was saying was true, but she didn't know any other way. She merely shook her head. Stella leaned over and ran her fingers through Annie's tangled hair. She came to a decision.

"Want me to show you how to break him?" she asked. Annie looked at the woman with a little frown. She saw a twinkle in Stella's eyes and a small smile on her lips. Stella nodded. Something about her spoke to something in Annie. Annie took a big swallow of her new drink. She felt the burn of the liquor in her mouth and throat. She set the glass down on the coffee table. "Tell me," she said to the brunette. Stella's smile broadened and she patted Annie's hand. She lifted Annie's drink, handing it to her. Raising her own glass, she clinked it to Annie's and said, "Here's to new beginnings!" Annie watched as Stella downed the strong drink in one gulp. Annie followed suit, nearly choking herself. She didn't drink much and the vodka seemed to go straight to her head. Her eyes watering she just looked at Stella's smile. She smiled back, her eyes watering from the vodka.

The eight people sat around the picnic table eating their summer backyard dinner. Conversation spun and swirled in and out of the group. Annie kept an eye on Stella, who was keeping an eye on Hank. Hank was keeping an eye on his beer. He was fairly drunk and becoming louder as he drank more. When he ordered Annie to get him another beer from the cooler -- he was sitting closer to it than his wife, but he was demonstrating -- she hesitated. Stella's earlier words came back to her. The others had fallen silent, embarrassed as they saw Annie begin to rise. Then they all froze when Stella's voice sounded loud in the warm summer air. "Hank! How about this? Are you a gambling man?"

Hank turned bleary eyes toward Stella, his brows lowering in puzzlement. "Wha...? What d'you mean?"

"Just this: You got a dollar?"

"Huh? You betcherass I gotta dollar," his voice was belligerent as he struggled to understand why he didn't have a fresh beer in his paw. "Whass that got to do wi...."

"Liar's poker." Stella said. "I'll play you a hand of Liar's poker to see who gets the drinks. If you win, I'll get them. If I win, you -- not Annie -- will get your own beer and my drink." Hank digested the idea, taking a couple of silent minutes. "Sure! Hey, Bill, you got a firecracker here!" He reached into the pocket of his jeans, searching for a dollar bill. Drawing out several crumpled bills, Hank pulled one out and straightened it and peered blearily at it. Stella waited patiently, her own dollar folded neatly in her hand.

"Okay. I got three tens," Hank declared, a sly look on his face. " Four sevens," Stella replied. This is the way the game goes, each player declaring his 'hand' until one player calls. Then the serial numbers are exposed and a winner named. Finally, after the count had gone up to five fours for Stella, Hank called. "Bullshit! You ain't got it!" Now, it didn't matter what Hank had or didn't have. Stella merely stretched her bill out and held it before Hank's face. There were, indeed, five fours in the string of eight digits between the two letters. "Shit!" he exclaimed and slouched the few feet to the cooler for his beer. His eyes widened at the sight of Stella holding up her empty glass. "Don't sit down yet, Cowboy. Vodka and grapefruit, please." Her shapely lips curved up in a bright smile, as if it really was 'just a friendly game'. But of the eight people around the table, possibly only Hank, Stella and Annie realized she had tweaked his manhood by beating him. Hank took her glass and stomped off to the kitchen.

When he returned, he set the glass down firmly enough to splash some of the pale liquid onto the table. It was plain he was angry. "Wanna go another round?" he asked Stella. She looked at him, suspicious. But she shrugged and fished in the pocket of her tight jeans for money.

"What are the stakes this time?" she asked innocently. "Well, if your hubby wasn't here I know what I'd bet," he leered at her. Stella snorted, amazed at the piggishness of the bastard. "How about this, then," she began. "The loser has to submit to a bare-ass paddling at the hands of the winner. Right here, right now." Six mouths gaped at her suggestion. Bill, however, hid his grin behind his hand, winking at Annie covertly to reassure her. He knew his wife. Hank frowned, his mouth working silently as he tried to understand what he'd just heard. Then he broke into loud guffaws, shaking his head. "Sure, sure. Honey, you better get ready. You can't beat me twice." It was clear he thought he'd snookered her. Hoping to gain a buck or two to salve his dented dignity, he would be more than happy to redden that shapely butt instead.

He reached into his pocket again. Instead of crumpled paper, however, he drew out a neatly folded dollar. Seeing the state of the bill, Stella, and even Annie, knew then that he had found what he considered a sure winner while he was in the house. Stella told him to start. "Three nines," he said, the ham of his hand cupped around the green paper.

"Four nines," she replied quietly. Hank pretended, with a drunk's seriousness, to contemplate before responding with, "Five sixes." It was Stella's turn to pretend surprise. Then she smiled broadly at the man and said simply, "Six aces."

"No fuckin' way!" Hank blurted. "Pardon my French," he said to the others. "But there ain't NO fuckin' way you got six aces. I call!" Stella showed her bill around before tossing it casually down in front of Hank. He grabbed it up and stared at it incredulously. There, flanked by a two and a pair of fours were indeed six figure ones. He ripped the bill in half and threw the scraps to the grass behind him. "So what! It was a bullshit bet, anyway."

"Not at all, Hank," Stella's left eyebrow rose archly. "It was a valid bet, unless you want to be a chicken?"

"You wouldn't have dropped your drawers if I'd a won!" he said. His face was reddening in anger and embarrassment. He had probably been picturing the scene in his mind: Stella's naked ass turned up for his paddling. But that wasn't the image in his mind now. He was unsure how to handle the situation. Then Stella spoke again. "Surely a big guy like you isn't afraid of a spanking from a woman? You outweigh me by at least seventy pounds."

"I ain't afraid, but...well, I mean..." His eyes were dancing around the group.. All of them were looking at him expectantly. Bill was even smirking. He'd be damned if he'd be known as a welsher! "Aw, shit! Okay gimme your little spankin'. No big deal." Stella rose and arranged one of the lounge chairs, folding it flat. She patted it and smiled at Hank. Everybody got up and grouped around the chair as Hank started to lay down on it. "Uh-uh." Stella said. "The bet was 'bare-ass'. Drop those pants...and the undies." He looked at her. She was standing, arms crossed. Suddenly he felt a sinking in the pit of his stomach, like he'd been set up. Still, he knew he had to go through with it. He unbuckled his belt and let his jeans drop. He stepped out of them and snagged the waistband of his briefs. The assembled crowd were largely successful in covering their amusement as his penis emerged. It was very short and stubby. Possibly it was from nervousness, but the men thought otherwise. Annie knew for sure that it wasn't nerves. He quickly lay down on his belly. "Let's get this over with," he said gruffly. "Just one more minute," Stella said, and she whispered something to Annie. Annie's eyes widened and she fairly raced into the house. She returned only a minute later and Hank saw her out of the corner of his eye handing something to Stella. "Come on!" Hank bellowed. "My ass is gettin' cold. Besides, one of these women might not be able to contain herself." he wasn't the only one to laugh, but he was the only one that laughed at his joke. To the others, he was the joke. Stella moved to the side of the lounger. Then she surprised everyone by straddling him, facing his feet. Her move immobilized him, pinning his arms to his sides. The initial CRACK! of the ping-pong paddle against his flabby, hairy backside was loud in the dusk. He jumped and yelped. He began to struggle, but Stella, though light, was also wiry and determined. Only Stella's husband knew how experienced his wife was at this.

As the blows rained down, Stella scolded Hank about the way he treated his wife, as well as his attitude toward other people in general, and toward women in particular. The lounger was an inexpensive one, constructed with nylon webbing. As such, there were openings in it between the straps. While Stella slapped at the now pink-drifting-toward-red ass cheeks, Annie began to laugh. She laughed so hard she collapsed in the grass beside the chair. From that vantage point, she could see something that the rest of the audience could not: Hank's penis had hardened -- in fact it was larger than she'd ever known it to get! The reason she could see it, however, was the funny part. It had forced its way between the webbing and stuck straight down toward the grass! Everybody was looking at her curiously. She couldn't stop laughing, so she pointed. Cindy had been beside her when the punishment had begun. She now bent to look where Annie was pointing. She cracked up and exclaimed, "Oh my God!"

The paddling continued for a full ten minutes. By the time Stella stopped, everybody was aware of Hank's further humiliation. She stopped paddling, but did not yet stand. "Now, Hank," she admonished, "I want you to apologize to Annie for treating her so poorly."

"Wha!...What the hell are you..." CRACK! the paddle sang out once more. "OW! Goddamnit! Knock it the fuck..." Stella laid on again. Another twenty or so blows and she stopped again. Hank, by now, was having a difficult time (not to mention a 'hard' time!) holding back tears of pain and rage. "Awright! I'm...s-sorry, Honey." CRACK! The paddle descended again. "What are you going to do to make up for all the years of being such a shit, Hank?"

"I'll...I...Crap! Um...I...All I can say is that I'll do better!" He didn't understand, himself, what was happening to him. His balls felt as if they were about to explode, and his dick was throbbing! CRACK! "Ow! Fuck!" Stella looked at Annie, who was wiping the tears from her cheeks and recovering her breath. Stella hooked a finger at the slight blonde. Annie rose to her knees beside the chair. Stella handed her the paddle and said, "I think you should get used to this, Dear. He will need further lessons. Annie smiled and stood, legs a little apart. She brought the paddle down viciously. Stella now had to hold on more tightly as Hank bucked under her. His legs flailed to the side, exposing his testicles to view -- a situation that Annie quickly seized upon, just as she seized those growths in her fist. Now she felt the power. Years of unacknowledged frustration and humiliation bubbled to the surface.

"Hank!" Her voice was loud in the yard. "From now on you will NOT make stupid demands of me!" CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The latest three blows sent Hank over the edge -- in more ways than one. He began to blubber, tears flowing freely from his eyes, and snot glopping from his nose. Simultaneously, he felt his penis jerk as he spurted his seed into the grass beneath the chair. He groaned between sobs, puzzling the rest of the assembly. Stella knew, though, as did her husband, what had occurred. Annie wasn't to know about it until her husband rose up and limped to the house, sniffing and carrying his clothes. That's when she noticed the cum dripping from his deflated penis. She gasped and felt a stirring inside. It wasn't that she felt horny for Hank, but for whatever the power had given her. As for Hank, he no longer cared about being half naked before his friends. He went to the bedroom and, closing the door, collapsed on his belly on the bed.

As Cindy, Melanie, and their husbands thanked Annie for the dinner and entertainment, she just said, "The credit goes to Stella, mostly." When it was just Annie, Stella and Bill left, Annie hugged her new best friend. "I've never felt this way, Stella! It feels like a tremendous weight has been lifted." Stella chuckled and patted Annie's shoulder. "It has, Honey! About 200 pounds, in fact!" All three of them laughed at that. "Just see that you keep him in line now. He's cowed right now, but tomorrow he'll begin to recover. He might think he can go back to his old ways. Just keep the paddle by the bed. That orgasm might work for you, too." she glanced at Bill and he smiled at her, nodding. "Bill and I have been into domestic discipline since we got married. It's done wonders for us. And it isn't always 'punishment'. I'll bring you one of our leather paddles and a catalog. You'll probably want to order your own."

That night had opened a whole new world for Annie and Hank. The next day, being Sunday, Hank woke and rolled over onto his back, thinking he'd sleep in. But the pain in his still sore buttocks reminded him of what had happened the previous evening. Then he was surprised by Annie, who had already arisen. A few minutes after she heard him stirring, she returned to the bedroom. She was naked and carried the red, rubberized ping-pong paddle. Hank had quickly rolled back onto his belly, as he probably lain had all night. She flipped the blankets off him and jumped astride his back. He was startled and started to complain. His protests were silenced by the crack of the paddle on his bare butt.

"No sleeping in today, Mister!" Annie's voice held a new note of command. "Remember that orgasm you wasted in the grass last night?" Hank mumbled something incoherent and unintelligible. Another swat and an order to speak up caused him to reply, "Yeah! What about it?" Annie leaned forward and licked at his ear, whispering, "Want another one like it?" She scratched at his punished ass, eliciting a groan from him. He merely nodded and pushed his face into the pillow. Annie sat back and began. She had no intention of letting this batch of sperm go to waste. She felt her own wetness as she spanked her formerly brutish husband. Each smack she heard made her wetter, and soon she was fingering herself, thrusting with each swat.

When she could tell Hank was close, she got off him and rolled him over. He grimaced as his ass rubbed the sheets. But his cock stuck straight up in the air and Annie jumped on it, sinking to the hilt with one motion. She held his wrists and rode him, reaching orgasm on her husband's dick for the first time in years. He followed shortly after and she collapsed on his chest.

They lay there recovering, then Annie heard the words she never thought to hear spoken again with sincerity: "I love you, Annie." Hank stroked her back and she felt their juices dripping out of her. She sighed happily.

A "Holistic" Doctor's Visit

2009-06-11T05:00:00.000-07:00

It had been a year since her last visit and Liz was looking forward to her annual follow up visit to Dr. P and to a still more thorough physical this time. After all, Dr. P had assured her last time that he was a believer in holistic medicine and that good health should include experiencing affirmative pleasure in living in all its aspects. Once again, because of her heavy schedule, he'd agreed to a late afternoon office visit in which he could give her his undivided attention. Again, she'd been so damn busy she hadn't had time for a restroom break so still had a full bladder and hadn't had a BM in three days. Dr. P's nurse checked her pulse, blood pressure and weight as well as obtaining a blood sample.

Dr. P. greeted her warmly. Liz had a certain "je ne sais quoi" eroticism that he recalled with pleasure. He smilingly asked her whether it would bother her if once again another woman were not present during her exam. Remembering her last visit, just the thought of being alone with Dr. P left her a little quivery though she hoped her feeling was not too obvious. "Put on this gown, sit on the examining table and I'll be right with you as soon as I've made one telephone call." Dr. P said.

Although the air conditioning was working and the gown was quite thin, Liz still felt quite warm, more than a little flushed, and already a little damp between her thighs. She couldn't decide whether she hoped he'd notice or Dr P would pretend to be unaware. After all, he's a physician; a gynecological examination of even someone as covertly, but very erotic as she was, must be pretty routine. And, after all, it had been a year.

True to his word, D. P promptly returned. After checking her heart and lungs, he asked Roz to lie down so that he might more comfortably do an examination for breast lumps and masses in that position. Despite his professional restraint, She was beginning to feel more than a little aroused. Dr. P reminded her he preferred to make certain she was in good health in all dimensions. From his earlier manipulation, Liz nipples were already very erect. When Dr. P suddenly enveloped one nipple with his mouth and tongue while rolling the other between his fingers, WOW!-- the sensations went directly to her groin. She could already feel a warm stream of nectar erotically dripping between her legs. "Your breasts are nicely responsive, no problem there."

"Time to check your bottom," Dr. P said cheerfully. Bending Liz over the table, he inserted a well lubricated gloved finger into her anus. But he didn't just routinely check her opening, he played within her rectum, repeatedly inserting and partially removing his finger in what was now an unmistakably erotic way. At first slightly embarrassed by this unexpected intimacy, Liz found this new action v-e-r-y arousing. It also made her want to go. Dr. P reminded her, "not to worry, just as men sometimes get an erection while being examined this way, many women find being examined sexually arousing, too." Sometimes we doctors find doing this examination with a woman as attractive as you, arousing, too. The bulge at the front of Dr. P's lab coat made it obvious, he, felt that way, too. By now quite thoroughly wet, Liz loved the power she felt in her very professional examiner being effected in this most unprofessional way! After all, over-powering all that well trained professional restraint required a special womanly power she very clearly possessed.

"But now it's time to check your pelvis," Dr. P, now also obviously flushed, said. Placing her feet in each of the table's stirrups, he inserted the warmed speculum within her vagina, and, while peering within, took a swab of her cervix. "It all looks good," he said, then adding, "You're really quite beautiful down there." As he removed the speculum, he said, "let me check the walls of your vagina as well." But this time he removed the glove barrier substituting his naked hand. He then inserted not one but two fingers.

Because of the "come hither" movement of both his fingers, Liz was now becoming extraordinarily excited. So excited, she desperately wanted both to pee and to come. Her G-spot was responding in an utterly uncontrolled way. Dr. P, having by now abandoned any professional restraint, said "Let yourself completely let go," And now, now he was kissing her labia and clit with utter ardor, unsurpassed by any lover Liz had ever had. His mouth, his lips and his tongue were unrelentingly eager.

For her part Liz abandoned all sense of, or need for control. Like a tsunami, her tidal wave struck and the flood of her womanly ejaculation engulfed them both. Despite Dr. P's efforts to drink every drop, his face, his beard, his neck and chest were alive with the hot, wet joy of her completely letting go.

Now utterly divested of all of his clothing as well as any other restraints, Dr. P plunged his examining tool within Liz hotly, wetly, welcoming vagina. Again and again he stroked her internally as both came together.

And now, he said, we should also be sure your anus and rectum are functioning just as they should be. However, this time without his earlier professional air, he plunged his slippery fingers into her very welcoming bottom. As Liz writhed in unexpected bliss, Dr. P exulted in palpating her anus. "You seem to be having some trouble evacuating regularly", Dr. P said. "One way of dealing with that would be taking an enema regularly." If you haven't done that, and can come in after hours later in the week I'll teach you how to give yourself an enema. With visions of a warm enema laced with a glass of warm wine, Liz readily assented that she needed to be trained.

As a calm slowly returned to them both, Dr. P exclaimed, "You have the most beautiful bottom I've seen in my entire career. I love it!" A beatific smile now wreathing her face, his patient said, "But are you free to have dinner with me this evening?"

A Twist in His Sobriety

2009-06-10T05:00:00.000-07:00

"Hey man, why don't you go dance with her?"

He fixed the bartender with a mock look of exasperation, "Do I *look* like I have any rhythm?"

"Now that you mention it, no you don't but damn man, I'd get some to dance with her."

"You know her?"

"Nah, but she's in every Friday night and I noticed her the very first time she came in."

"Does she always dress so modestly?"

The bartender laughed, "Man, she's dressed like a nun compared to most Friday night's!"

"Give me another Jameson's, neat with water on the side."

He leaned against the bar, lit a non-filtered Camel, and watched her dance. Her "nun's habit," a red floral print sundress that rode high on her thighs, accentuated her long legs. The peasant neckline, pulled down off her shoulders accentuated her elegant neck, strong collar bones and led to the beginnings of her sloping, full breasts.

The bartender arrived with the drink. Jack McCloud nodded toward her on the dance floor, "How tall you figure?"

"Ummm, 5'8", 5'9", in her bare feet. I'd say in those heels she's probably 6 even."

As the night progressed he stayed at the bar, slowly sipping his drinks and smoking - and watching her.

He marveled at her abandon. She'd dance with anyone; man, woman or any combination thereof.

She came to the bar for a break. She was six stools down. He thought what the hell, buy her a drink. He waved his new friend, the bartender, over.

"Whatever she's drinking, tell her I'm buying this round."

The bartender smiled conspiratorily. He went over, took her order then pointed at Jack. She followed the bartender's gaze, saw Jack, smiled a slight smile and nodded.

When her drink came, a gin or vodka shot, she held it up in a salute to Jack and downed it in one swallow. She turned the shot glass upside down and slammed it to the bar and then wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

And then she was back on the dance floor.

She was dancing with a pair of women.

She gathered her long blonde hair - a thick mane that was damp with sweat - with one hand and held it off her neck. With the other she raised the hem of her dress, exposing a tiny thong.

To the throb of the music she did pelvic "scoots" against the leather clad thigh of of the more masculine of the pair. The leather clad lady's partner nuzzled the blonde's throat and not to subtly rubbed and fondled the woman's breasts.

What Jack found intriguing was who was looking at whom.

Jack got the impression the leather lady would have fucked her thigh humper right then and there.

The leather lady's partner was nuzzling, fondling and now kissing the blonde and looking at the leather lady in obvious lust.

The blonde had locked eyes with Jack.

Jack took a mental snapshot: Sweat trickled down her long, lean face to her throat where it moved on down in rivulets to the top of her breasts. There it snaked under the fabric to form wet stains under her breasts and on to her belly.

She was nothing short of exquisite, thought Jack. But, all good things must come to an end. Jack took a look at his watch and gave the bartender his credit card.

The blonde caught a glimpse of Jack settling up but then her attention was drawn back to the blood heaviness of her cunt from agressively rubbing against the leather clad dyke. The dyke's partner was doing a great job of groping her.

A few more minutes of this she thought and she would need some release but Fiona Davis of Pacific Palisades was wondering about Jack. The man who bought her a drink but never tried to come on to her or dance with her.

He looked so out of place among the "beautiful people." The "beautiful people" were there to be seen. This guy was an out of towner she decided.

From the Midwest she guessed.

Not a business man or some sort of executive. No, she thought, he was some sort of specialist. She smiled. He had that vaguely geeky look about him.

But he seemed so calm in this strange environment and he was clearly there to play the voyeur.

Fiona was not paying attention to her dance partner. The dyke quickly closed distance with her, putting an arm around the small of her back and pulling her chest to chest with her.

The beat picked up and the dyke's partner had her breasts and belly glued to Fiona's back, kissing and biting her neck and shoulders.

The dyke produced a large, black strapon from her pants and Fiona felt the material covering her sex pushed aside by insistent fingers.

Fiona let out a loud moan as she was penetrated and then the dyke rakishly pulled Fiona's dress down to expose a full breast with large areoles and nipples and attached her mouth to one of Fiona's nipples.

A wave of pleasure spread through her body and for a very few seconds she felt like surrending to the assault of her dance partners. She was soooooo near...But damn it! The man had just disappeared from sight.

She wanted him.

* * * * *

Jack gave the valet his claim check and suddenly Fiona was standing at his elbow.

"Where are you staying?" she asked casually, as if they had spent the evening together and she just hadn't gotten around to asking.

"How do you know I'm not an Angelino?" He was somewhat surprised but cool. And being nonchalant with this woman was a huge struggle; her raw beauty and her physical stature stunned him. Her face was still streaked with sweat and her dress was plastered to her in several places.

"Oh," she gathered her hair again and pulled it off her neck letting the night breeze cool her, "you have that midwest tourist look about you. Besides, I club a lot on the Strip. I would have noticed you."

The car arrived. He stepped off the curb and looked back at her as he walked to the door. Her face was passive but her eyes caught his. He was trying to figure out the look and if their eye lock was having the same effect on her as it was on him.

"Besides, this car looks like a rental."

He tipped the valet and looked back again. She had moved. Another valet was opening the passenger door for her.

Her scent - fresh sweat, cigarette smoke mixed with her perfume and the perfume of her last dance partners plus the unmistakable aroma of female musk - filled the car.

"Uh..."

"You were going to tell me where you are staying." She smiled.

"The Luxe Summit Bel Aire. And you?"

"If you want me, I'm staying with you. If you don't you can drop me off in the Palisades."

"Uh, ok."

He pulled the Mitsubishi, rented at LAX, into the night traffic of Sunset Boulevard and headed for his hotel. They drove in silence.

She broke the silence after a few blocks.

"Aren't you curious as to how I would have noticed you or do you think I'm just kind of nuts?"

"I'm curious but I think I'm afraid of the answer."

She laughed.

"First, you're not that attractive."

His eyebrows raised. So much for her feeling the same about him as he did about her.

"Uh, no offense..."

"None taken. I think."

"Well, all the 'beautiful people' go clubbing. They want to be seen. We are just so vain, you know. Hollywood and all that shit. But you...you're not a salesman. You're some sort of specialist or technician."

"Uh, as a matter of fact, I am; I'm a software specialist."

She threw her head back and smiled triumphantly.

"Mind if I smoke?" She was already reaching for her cigarettes, lighter in hand. He reached for his pack and turned to her lighter as she lit up.

"Guess not." She smiled and winked coyly at him as she slowly blew out a pungent blue cloud of smoke.

* * * * *

They pulled into the circle drive of the hotel and the valet opened her door.

She bestowed a smile upon the valet. "Good evening, Enrique."

"Good evening, Mrs. Davis. Will you be requiring a car later?"

"No, Enrique. My friend will see me home."

"Very good, Mrs. Davis."

Jack stopped and stared.

"May I have your keys, Mr. McCloud?"

"Huh? Oh, oh, yeah."

She was looking at him. She was gauging his reactions and she was pleasantly bemused by it all.

She took his arm to walk into the hotel as if they had been a couple all their adult lives.

Once in his suite, she flounced on the sofa; he leaned against the door.

"Uh, what's going on here?"

"What do you think if going on here? By the way, my name's Fiona. I live just up Sunset in the Palisades. My husband's name is Walter. He's in Brazil right now. Corporate lawyer."

"Uh...?"

"I asked you what you thought was going on here. It's 3'ish. The night is young and full of so many possibilities."

She took out another cigarette and lit up.

"Aren't you going to offer a lady a drink?"

"Yeah, uh, sure." He pushed his back and shoulders off the door and went to the mini bar. "What's your pleasure?"

She laughed and slowly blew smoke into the air. "I take pleasure in many things. I thought you were getting me a drink though."

He looked at her, differently this time. "You don't boil rabbits when you get pissed off or spurned, do you?"

She laughed, "Mrs. McCloud make you watch 'Fatal Attraction' before she let you on the road?"

"Three times. Jack's the name. Jack McCloud. Her name is Vicki. She's in Kansas City right now. Homemaker."

"Ah," another cloud of smoke, "I was right about the midwest."

"Uh...ok. Bourbon?"

"Sure, straight up. Mind if I get comfortable?"

"Not at all."

As he poured the bourbon, she stood up and pulled the sun dress over her head and shook out her hair. No bra. The tiny thong. She kicked off her heels and sat back down in time for him to hand her the drink.

"Thank you. You are one cool guy; I don't seem to have gotten you with my outrageous behavior or my naked body. Jesus, you're not gay are you?" she asked in mock horror.

He held up his wedding banded finger. "Vicki, remember?"

"Well, she could be your beard, you know."

"Yeah and you could have a cock bigger than mine hiding under that thong you know."

She looked introspective for a moment. "Touche. Wanna find out?"

Without answering, he got up and stood before her. She looked up at him, her finger rubbing the rim of her glass, watching for a sign.

She gasped quietly when he pulled a large folding blade knife from his back pocket. He opened it with a flick. Her eyes were now riveted to the blade, her voice was flat, "Uh, you don't have a thing for icepicks in bed do you?"

He didn't answer but bent down and ran the flat of the blade quickly over a nipple, around her breast and down the small, soft curve of her belly and up along her hip.

She drew in a breath; held it. "How in the hell did you get that thing past airport security?" she asked with breath held and teeth clenched at the waves of pleasure the cold blade was spreading through her breasts and belly.

He looked into her eyes. He put his index finger to his lips to indicate quiet and smiled slightly.

With surprising quickness he slid the blade under the cord of the thong and cut it neatly in two.

And that was it.

He went back to his seat, laid the open knife on the table, lit a cigarette and picked up his drink. After blowing out his first drag he smiled at her, "You're not the only one with kinks here. And no, I don't do icepicks in bed, but do you think Sharon Stone icepicked Michael Douglas in the last scene of 'Basic Instinct?'"

Her voice was slow, she locked eyes with him, "I think they fucked like minks and then she soooo icepicked him - and, rubbed her breasts with his blood and then had a massive orgasm."

"What?" he laughed, "are you trying to out kink me?"

"Hey, I am the jaded Angelino. You're the guy from Oz."

"Take off your thong now that I've opened it up. Let's see the goods, bitch."

"Bitch? Bitch? Why did you call me bitch?" She stood and pulled the thong off exposing a neatly shaven mons.

"Because you appear to be randier than a three balled tomcat but to call you the veternarian name for a female cat in heat - queen - doesn't really sound erotic, you know?"

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, I see your point. You like to talk dirty to a woman? Demean her while you're fucking her, right?" She sat down again, legs spread spread provocatively.

"I like to talk dirty but I get no pleasure from demeaning a woman. If you don't like it, I won't do it. Giving and receiving pleasure is both a need and an ecstasy."

"Shit, you're quoting Gibran to me? You're awfully literate for someone from Kansas City."

He held up his glass to acknowledge her back handed compliment. "Hey, I even know how to cypher, multiply by 8's and do long division."

"You're not a 'double naught spy' are you?" picking up on his reference to Jethro Bodine of "The Beverly Hillbillies."

"No. But you need to remember that Jethro was from the Ozarks in Missouri and I am an urbane Kansan."

She smiled; she liked this little repartee they had going.

She reached for her big bag that she carried and fished a black lacquered box out of the bag, opened it and laid it on the coffee table between them.

"I like little pills. Sometimes needles. Oh," flicking a brown suppository with her finger, "and I have these little beauties made by a dealer down on Rampart. Mexican brown heroin. Rectally. Very nice buzz.

"I like to get fucked up and have very rough sex." Her last statement she meant to get a rise out of him; it was time to get high and fucked up or go home.

They held each other's gaze for a long moment. Then suddenly she broke the gaze, got up from the sofa, grabbed her dress and her drug box and headed for the bathroom.

The door closed.

He sat for a moment wondering what the hell was going on. He smiled, took a sip of his drink, picked up his knife and headed for the bathroom.

He slammed the door open. She was back in her dress, downing a couple of pills. She flashed anger at him.

"Hey cocksucker, it's rude to break in on a lady in the bathroom!"

He advanced on her without acknowledging her anger. He grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her to face the mirror. Grabbing a terry cloth belt from one of the robes in the bathroom he looped it around her throat and snugged it firmly under the line of her jaw, pulling her head and neck back back against his chest and shoulder.

He whispered in her ear, "Do you know that with very little pressure from this position, I can cut the blood flow in your cartotids and you will go out like a light?"

She nodded her head slightly her eyes staring at him through the mirror.

He reached down to the box on the counter and pulled out a glass tube with a needle attached.

"A hospital tubex of Morphine? For all your appearance of wild self destruction, you are a little bit careful aren't you?"

She gave a small embarrassed smile and whispered yes.

He pulled the cap of the needle off with his teeth and plunged a small amount of the drug into the air.

She gasped.

"Have...have you done this before?"

He buried his nose in her hair and inhaled deeply. "Mmmmmm."

"You...you...you're very literate for someone from the midwest," she whispered. Suddenly she felt afraid but suddenly she was also so excited.

"You've mentioned that a couple of times now. I'm running out of clever retorts." Jack's fingertips came slowly across her chest and she shivered in his hold.

"Sorry. Guess I shouldn't piss off the guy who could strangle me without a lot of effort, eh? And that felt nice."

He slid the belt a little lower down her throat and retightened. Her carotid arteries quicky showed blue and were distended and throbbing.

"Eyes in the mirror, Fiona. There's going to be a stick."

"Oh, no, wait! Please! I've never shot up in my neck!"

She looked panicked to herself in the mirror but she didn't try to resist and she watched with fascination, almost as if she were out of her body, as he brought the needle to her neck and stuck her.

He slowly pushed the plunger.

"Oh...sweet Jesus...that's, that's so...," a veil was descending across her mind as the drug almost instantaneously hit the pleasure receptors in her brain. Her eyes went glassy and her eyelids fluttered.

Jack smiled and felt his erection grow even more as he watched the bliss over come her in her eyes. Her mouth sagged a bit and a little spittle ran down her chin and hit her chest.

The sensation Fiona was feeling was so sublimely exquisite. Jack didn't exist, nothing existed and it felt absolutely marvelous.

When Jack removed the needle, blood pumped in a tiny arc from the artery, splashing on her dress.

Fiona saw it in the mirrow but couldn't form a thought except to think that the blood running down *that* woman's throat and onto her breasts was so erotic.

Jack put the syringe down and twirled her around to face him. Suddenly reality imposed itself and she thought she might pass out.

"Fiona, jesus, you're bleeding." For a brief moment she worried through the narcotic bliss that *she* was in over her head. His tone sounded so psychotically casual to her.

Her gaze drifted to Jack. She noticed again the little arcs of blood.

"That's, that's me?"

"Yeah. We'll take care of that in a minute but first we have to get you out of this dress."

"uh...o...k..."

He used the knife to make a slit in the collar line and then he ripped the dress the entire length. Again she was naked though looking ravaged with fresh blood glistening down her throat and onto her breasts.

"That's my dress...my dress, uh, Jack..."

"You really think Sharon Stone icepicked Michael Douglas and rubbed his blood on her breasts? Something like this?"

He rubbed the fresh warm blood across her breasts, thumbing her nipples and feeling the wonderful heft of them. Then he took her hands and had her rub herself.

"Oh...oh...god...Jack..."

"Fiona, you're starting to drool."

He licked a path up from between her breasts to just below her jaw line opposite the little pumping needle wound. Her blood was salty and a bit metallic tasting.

"You know, if you have any blood borne diseases, I'm really screwed.

"Here," He pressed a wet wash cloth to the site on her throat, "hold this tightly. It'll stop the bleeding."

"Jack...goddamn...I...I've never, uh, felt...jesus...this way uh, before. And...uh...I really," she closed her eyes and concentrated on the intense feelings that the drugs and Jack were causing, "I really, you know, insist on being, uh... fucked bareback, so uh like...we'll be...uh...even."

He now had another wash cloth and was slowly, gently, cleaning her up, her ass leaned against the bathroom vanity.

Jack held her by the face, "What else did you do before I busted in and shot you up?"

"Uh...," she tried for a moment to concentrate, her breasts and sex felt so deliriously full and aroused, "just a couple of bees and a tab of X. What'd you, uh, give me?"

"Standard cardiac dose, 2mgs. Shooting you up in your neck, together with the alcohol and the 2c-b's(?)..."

"Hmmmm, yeah...bees..."

"...took less of a dose. The X kicking in yet?"

"Oh, god, yeah..."

"Here," he moved her hand away from her throat, "no more bleeding." He gently kissed the site and she bent her head to attempt to cradle his. He moved up to her ear, "Turn the *fuck* around bitch...I want your belly and breasts on the counter," he whispered, part menacingly, part tenderly.

Fiona luxuriated in the feel of the cool marble on her skin. She closed her eyes and let herself sag.

My god, he thought, what a spectacular site: her ass and sex spread before him. Her lips were distended and glistening. Her asshole a beautiful brown rosette.

A hand on her hip, "I've been hard since the club. You offer such a tempting array of delights."

"Fuck me..."

"Nope, not yet my dear. Not only am I literate for a farmer from Oz," he ran a fingertip lightly from the top of her sex through her lips, lingering at her asshole before tracing up her spine, "I'm patient. You're not fucked up enough, I think."

He pushed her hair onto her head and off her shoulders and neck and then held her down, lightly, across her shoulders. With the other hand he picked up the brown suppository and pushed it, uncerimoniously, into her rectum.

She was agitated for a moment as she felt his finger invade behind the suppository but then she adjusted.

"Oh shiiiit...I, uh, Jack...that felt, uh, interesting...but, I...ohmygod...I've...never done this...uh...this much shit before..."

"Don't worry, Fiona, my dear...you're in good hands with me."

Through the rapidly thickening pleasure fog in her brain she heard the sound of a zipper. Felt one of his hands on her hip and then the tip of his cock at the entrance to her ass.

She struggled some as he penetrated her but the bliss covering her brain and the heightened skin sensations from the X converted the pain into a jolt of pleasure.

And it surprised Jack when he felt the head of his cock make contact with the heroin suppository and push it deeper into her. He felt a wave of giddy bliss as the suppository made full contact with the mucous membranes of his urethral opening.

He smiled before he took her in earnest. This was kind of like shotgunning grass except they were sharing heroin through her ass.

"Head up bitch," he said as he pulled her head off the counter by her thick mane and made her watch in the mirror, "this won't take long."

Their first fucking ended quickly and somehow they helped each other to bed.

* * * * *

Jack sat beside the bed, smoking.

The first light of dawn was pushing into the room, under the heavy drapes. He put his fingers to his nose and inhaled her scent and in that single moment he relived the past three hours from the recall of her delicious scent.

After they had fucked - as roughly as Jack could - Fiona drifted off to sleep and he took a couple of pills from her case that he recognized as hydrocodone and relaxed beside her.

Hydrocodone never let him get to REM sleep and so he dozed, in and out of light sleep, waking to stroke her back, caress her sex lips, her mouth, the backs of her thighs.

He'd craddle his body against her and murmur things to her. Time seemed to stand still.

A little before the dawn started to intrude under the drapes, he got up and sat beside the bed.

She was a beautiful, wrecked sight. Her long hair tangled over her face and shoulders, her makeup smeared and the swell of one of her breasts pressing out from under her body as she lay on her belly.

He wondered what she would be liked when she woke.

He got up and brushed the hair from her face. She was breathing deeply and regularly so he decided it was safe to leave her for a bit.

Unshowered, hair uncombed, wearing the closes he started yesterday with he went to the valet, Enrique. It was 5:45AM.

He gave Enrique the claim stub but Enrique stood in front of him, stern faced.

"Uh...she's fine. She's sleeping. Here," he pulled a fifty dollar bill from his pocket, along with his suite's card key, "you two seem to have a relationship, would you check on her and order whatever she likes for breakfast from room service. I'm going for a drive up the Pacific Coast Highway. I'll be back in an hour or so."

"You're not afraid I'll go take advantage of her or kill her and blame you?"

Jack smiled. "Enrique, you've been in Hollywood too long and I'm too naive. You wouldn't have stared me down just now if you hadn't watched over her before."

Enrique cracked a small, approving smile, handed the claim stub to another valet while keeping his eyes fixed on Jack, "Very good, sir. Phillipe, get Mr. McCloud's car," and Enrique walked into the hotel.

* * * * *

Jack stood on the beach just north of Malibu, the sun coming full up over the Santa Monica mountains.

Jesus, what had happened, he wondered. He laughed. He didn't know he had it in him. But she brought it out and he rode the wave.

When they had gotten to bed after the scene in the bathroom, he buried his tongue in her dewey cunt and ate her and she fucked his face for all she was worth. It depended on your viewpoint, Jack mused.

From there it was a smorgasbord of delights; rough and hard, obscenely urgent ("God damn it, Jack! Slam that cock into me NOW! And don't you dare fucking loose your woody or come to quick...") and paradoxically, seemingly timeless and in slow motion under the influence of the drugs.

Back at the hotel, Enrique was helping a dazed and confused Fiona to wake up.

"Mrs. Davis! Mrs. Davis!" Enrique gently slapped her face, "Wake up! I have breakfast for you."

After a moment, Fiona squinted. "What the FUCK...oh, Enrique... it's you...Hi, Enrique...what's up?" She giggled and her eyes started to slowly close.

"Stay awake please, Mrs. Davis. Mr. McCloud asked me to check on you and give you breakfast. Are you alright?" He noticed the needle puncture site on her neck that looked like a hickey now and the bruises beginning to form along her throat where he held her roughly and pressed her to the bed while he fucked her.

Again a giggle, "Oh, God Enrique...I don't think I've ever had a night like that. Yes, I'm fine - aside from being awakened from a sound sleep - what time is it...?"

"Uh, 6:30."

"...Aside from being awakened from a sound sleep just two hours after having reached unconsciousness. Where is my roomie?"

"He went for a drive up the PCH. Said he'd be back in a while."

* * * * *

"So, anything interesting happen on your trip dear?"

"Ummmm, I spent a wild night with this bohemian mad woman from Pacific Palisades. She was really kinky."

"Would I like her? Would you like a threesome with her?"

"I don't know, now hold still..."

Jack took the very white, full hips of his wife and mounted her doggie style quickly and hard. Vicki gave out a cry and then started urging him on with moans and obscenities.

He was very ungentlemanly, a fact which Vicki was quick to point out. He took her quickly and roughly and came quickly and did not give her a chance for pleasure.

They lay together in their bed, sweating and panting.

"Thinking of her when you fucked me, eh?"

Jack smiled, turned and kissed his wife, deeply and tenderly. "Believe it or not my little fuck slut, no, I wasn't. She was like going on a bender. She was fun for oh, 6 hours, but then I needed a break. She was just a "twist in my sobriety." Now I am back with you and our friends and lovers."

She snuggled into his chest, "Good."

Jack pushed her away and onto her back. "I think I owe you an O." He slid down to her red haired sex and started licking.

"Ummmmmmmm, lick me good you bastard..."

And he did.

9 Stone Cum Queen in the Suburbs

2009-06-09T05:00:00.000-07:00

Here I am.

I am the 9 Stone Cum Queen.

My cunt is tighter than your wife's.

I am five foot six. That's the perfect weight for my height, a doctor told me.

I'm a good height for the average man. When I'm wearing heels and I bend over a table I find my cunt is at just the right height for the average man to slide his cock into.

Are you an average man? Would you like to bend me over your table?

Here I am. I'm in a house in the suburbs. I am wearing fishnet hold ups and black high heels. I have a man's cock in my hand. I have just wanked him off into the face of his big-titted wife.

His cock is still dribbling cum. It runs over my knuckles. It falls and splatters on her enormous tits.

Are you married? Do you have a girl? Does she let you come on her face? Does she flinch?

I never flinch.

Here I am. It is earlier the same day. I am lying on the sofa. I am wearing a string of pearls and nothing else. The sun streams through the window. The sun feels good on my tits.

My tits are 30Ds. Do you understand what that means? They are a good handful. You could take one in each hand. Your hands would be full.

I think you could call them big tits. Not massive, but big. If you saw me out on a summer's day wearing a tight t-shirt with no bra you would think; "I want to fuck that girl and her big tits."

I bring out that sort of reaction in men.

Me don't buy me flowers. Men come up to me and say; "I want to fuck you in the mouth. I want to fuck you up the ass."

Here I am. Lying on the sofa. Sun on my tits. Finger up my ass. Smile on my face.

The phone rings. I answer.

"Hello?"

"9 stone cum queen?"

"Yes."

"This is 11 Stone Whore Wife."

"Hey! How are you?"

"Bored, horny. I was wondering if you would like to come round and eat me out?"

This is how my friends and me talk all the time. Isn't it incredible? Sometimes I phone up my friend John and I say; "Johnny, would you be so kind as to come over and spray my tits with cum? I've been fucking myself with my fingers all afternoon and even though I've come several times but I really want to jerk myself off with some fresh spunk smeared over my filthy titties. If you're busy, you wouldn't need to come in, you could get yourself hard on the way over and when you arrive I could just open the door and drop to my knees. You could shoot all over me whilst I squeeze and pinch my tits. Would you mind terribly?"

In my fifth story for Literotica I will go to a Barbeque and end up with four men's cum on my perfect tits. It will be the messiest and gooiest I have ever gotten my breasts.

"Oh 11 Stone, you live such a long way away. It takes me over an hour just to get there! How can you entice me?"

"Well if you came over now, my husband is home in a couple of hours it would be a nice surprise for him."

"If I come over and lick your cunt and ass out, maybe finger-fuck you. Make you come a couple of times, would you let me wank your husband?"

"Of course I would darling, but normal rules apply." She said.

"OK, I'll be there in an hour or so." I replied.

"Look forward to seeing you, and remember, dress up!"

"Always"

What 11 Stone Whore Wife meant when she said 'normal rules apply' is this; 11 Stone and her husband can screw who ever they like but he must always save his cum for her alone.

I think it's a shame for a girl to stick to one flavour but there you go.

I do like rules though.

I have lots of rules for sex. I like working within limitations.

Here are some of my rules.

Rule 1: I will only be fucked up the ass on my birthday. I had my first anal on my 21st Birthday and since then I've decided to wait until that day every year. It's my extra special treat.

In my ninth story for Literotica I will tell you about six of my seven ass-fuckings. I will explain exactly how I like to be taken up the rear.

In my tenth story I will tell you about my 24th Birthday when I chose a cock that was too big to fit up my ass.

Rule 2: I will never have straight vanilla sex with a man. By vanilla I mean normal naked sex. I have vowed to always add at least one extra kink to proceedings. Like...

...doing it in a public place.

...wearing heels.

...wearing stockings or hold ups.

...doing it with a guy and a girl at the same time.

...doing it with two guys at once.

...doing it with three guys at once.

...doing it with four guys at once.

Rule 3. If a guy comes on my face, or on my tits, or on my clothes I will not wash it off until I get home. When I walk down the street people will see and say; that girl has got cum on her face.

Rule 4. I will never fuck more than five guys on one go. I'm not a slut you know.

11 Stone Whore Wife wants me to dress up, I love to dress up for her, and she likes to dress up for me too.

Here's what I wear.

I put on lilac bra and skimpy panties with black lace frills. This is high class stuff. You know those powerful beautiful women in business suits that you know are way out of your league? They wear underwear like this.

I pull on fine fish-net hold ups. They stop midway up my thigh. You know your favourite piece of porn? The one where your favourite porn star wears beautiful fishnets and gets fucked by two guys on the floor. You walk around all day with a hard on wishing you could have a girl who'd wear fishnet hold ups and lie on the floor for you. Well these are those kind of fishnets.

I put on a red one piece dress that hugs my tits and ass and is just a little short, stopping an inch or two above my knees. The bottom of the dress is pleated and flares out. It lets the wind up so my cunt feels cool. When I cross and uncross my legs men will see flashes of my stocking tops and my bare thighs. You know those confidant sexy older women who wear tight dress over their big tits and asses. They're a little too old for you, but you know they are from higher stock and you know they suck cock better than your wife or girlfriend ever could. Well this is the type of dress they wear.

I slip on black shoes with four-inch heels and a thin ankle strap. I can walk easily in high heels. I can fuck in high heels. If I were to take your cock into my mouth I would kneel in such a way that you could see I was wearing high heels. You would come in the mouth of a girl with high heels.

Listen. It's important you know exactly what type of shoes these are. They a matt black leather, they are closed and rounded at the toe. Even though the heel is long, it is not really thin; it is maybe a quarter inch wide. They have a slightly retro feel to them. Like a sexy shoe from the 1950s.

There are expensive shoes. You know those girls who you can never dream of having? Those girls who are just way out of your league? They wear shoes like this. They fuck in shoes like this.

In my first story for Literotica I wore red shiney shoes with four inch heels and two tiny ankle straps.

In my second story I wore bright yellow shoes with three inch heels.

In my fourth story I will get fucked hard in 6 inch heels that I can barely walk in. It will be absurd.

I go outside. I walk to the train station.

The dress is tight around my tits, did I say that already?

The dress is tight around my ass, did I say that already?

The dress has inch wide shoulder straps, it shows my bare arms and shoulders.

The dress flares out at the bottom. It's a sunny day but the cool breeze lifts my dress just slightly.

Men can't keep their eyes of my long fishnet legs.

Men can't keep their eyes of my tight high ass.

I get on a tube to Liverpool street station.

On the tube I sit in front of a guy. I cross and uncross my legs. He can see the stops of my stockings. I think maybe the skirt might just be short enough that he can see a glimpse of the stocking tops. We get off at the same stop and I stand close behind him on the escalator so that my breasts lightly brush against his back. I lean forward and whisper in his ear; "I can fit three fingers up my cunt. I can fit my thumb up my ass-hole but it hurts a little."

I take a train out to the suburbs. It takes me to a town beginning with B.

I sit opposite another guy. I cross and uncross my legs so he can see my stocking tops. I do it so many times that he knows I'm doing it on purpose. He stares long at my legs and looks up my skirt. He rubs himself a little. I lean over and move in close to his ear. He can see down the top of my dress. I whisper; "I get fucked up the ass once a year. On my birthday. On my twenty fourth birthday I chose a cock that was too big. We kept trying but couldn't get the cock to fit up my tight ass-hole."

I leave him and walk to another part of the train.

In my fourth story for Literotica I will choose a guy at random on a train and let him fuck me hard.

I get off the train at a town beginning with B. I come out of the station and turn left. I take the second turning on the right. I turn left and then right again. 11 Stone Whore Wife lives at number 48. If you can find her house you win a prize.

She will suck you off on her doorstep.

11 Stone opens the door.

11 Stone is a big, sexy, strong older woman with long curly auburn hair. She is 37. She has absolutely massive G cup tits. That is freakishly big. She has a big fat ass too but that doesn't mean she's fat herself. She isn't fat; she is big. She goes in at the waist.

She has a white cashmere jumper that is too small and is stretched tight over her massive boobs. She is wearing a tight knee length skirt that has a slit up the side. She is wearing bright red 'fuck me' five-inch heels. She is wearing black nylons.

11 Stone has a cock sucking mouth. You know just to look at it.

I met her when I was young. She taught me how to suck cocks. We would go to pubs and find men and take them home. She would sit on a sofa whilst I got on my knees and sucked their meat. She would tell me where I was going wrong.

She taught me how to take their full length.

She taught me how to tease their helmets.

She taught me how to cup their balls in my hand.

She taught me how to look them in the eye.

She taught me how to swallow.

She taught me how to take it in the face and not flinch.

When 11 Stone opens the door we share a long sweet slow kiss. I never kiss a man this way. Our breasts touch each other.

She leads me into the kitchen. She makes me coffee. She sits on a high stool. She cross her legs. Her nylons are thin and shear. I know that they are stockings and that she is wearing suspenders. I can see the tops of her nylons through the slit in her skirt. The tops of her stocking are a neat black band. Her stockings have a seam that run up the back.

I say to 11 Stone; "Two weeks ago I went out in stockings like that. I found a guy and got him to come over my face in the middle of the street. I didn't let him touch me or anything. He just shot over my lips and chin. I wrote about it and stuck it on the internet."

11 Stone says to me; "I wore white stilletto heels and a tight mini skirt to the park the other day. I found three young men who said I was a slag. They called me a dirty whore. I slipped off my slutty black see-through knickers. I made each one of them come into my panties, whilst I showed them my massive tits. I played with my nipples and fondled my boobs whilst they took turns to soak my panties in spunk. I took the panties back and put them back on. They were absolutely drenched in cum. I wore them all day and then later that night I told my husband. I stuffed the panties in my mouth and held them there whilst he fucked me. Standing up, against the mirror."

I say to 9 Stone; "I went to a club last week and chose three men at random. One by one I let them come to a cubicle in the girls toilets where they took turns to fill my mouth up with their jizz. One was fat, one was ginger, one was married. I wrote about it and put the story on the internet."

11 Stone says to me; "My husband phoned me whilst he was fucking a nineteen year old in his car. She was dressed in a cheap mini skirt and had pale fat legs. He said he had paid her just twenty pounds. She had sucked him for five minutes and then he just got her legs up high on the back seat. He pulled her slutty thong to one side and pounded her hairy ugly pussy. I said that he had to remember the rules and he had to save his spunk for me. He drove home fast. He walked through the door with his cock hard and erect. He forced me to the floor and rammed his cock in my gob. I could smell teenage cunt on his cock. He started pumping cum into my mouth straight away. There was so much I started choking."

I get on my knees and crawled over to 11 Stone sitting on her stool. She opened her legs as far as they could go in her tight skirt. I look in between her legs and see that her cunt is bare. She is wearing no panties. I run my hands up and down her nylon calves.

I love the feeling of nylon. I stroked slowly and gently. I move my head forward between her knees and take in the beautiful, musty smell of this gorgeous older woman's cunt.

I stroke the nylon. I lick her shoes. I like her shiny red leather five inch heels. I stroke her nylons. I lick her nylons.

She pulls her skirt up her legs. It is hard. The dress is tight. She gets it up past her stocking tops. She lifts her heavy ass up and gets the tight dress round so it's up by her waist.

Her cunt is exposed. Her cat is out. She has a neatly trimmed bush. She has deep red pubic hair.

The poor woman wants me to lick her snatch. She is moving her pelvis back and forward. She wants this beautiful firm twenty seven year old to eat her cunt.

But I'm not finished stroking her nylons. Kissing her nylons. Kissing her shoes. Licking her shoes.

She lifts her legs up and hooks each one over my shoulders. I run my hands up her legs and down the back of her thighs. Following the seam all the way. I run my hands over the smooth white flesh above her stocking tops.

My red glossy lips are centimetres away from her lightly pulsing pussy.

From where she is sitting she can see my tight arse sticking out with me on all fours. She can see my heels.

She says; "Please lick my snatch. Please lick my cunt. Please lick my slit."

I run my tongue up her slit.

I kiss her clitoris.

I lick her snatch.

I bury my face in this gorgeous 37 year old woman's warm pussy.

I eat cunt.

My face is full of cunt.

All I can taste is cunt.

All I can smell is cunt.

She is wet. I have her cunt juice all over my mouth all over my chin and face.

We stay this way for ages. Her strong legs are wrapped around me. Her heels dig in my back. I stroke her nylons. I eat cunt.

I am so grateful to her for letting me eat her cunt. Her cunt is beautiful. I suck and slurp down as much as I can of her cunt juice.

I slip my tongue right inside. Right inside her cunt as far as it will go.

11 Stone has a looser cunt then mine. She has had such a lot of cock. She can take two cocks in her cunt at the same time. I have never done this. I don't think I could fit two cocks in my cunt at the same time. I think it would be impossible.

I once said to 11 Stone; "Next time you take two cocks in your cunt can I come and watch?"

I pull away from 11 Stone. She looks disappointed. I stand up and pull my skirt up. I get my skimpy lacy lilac panties and pull them down over my long fishnet stockings. I leave them around my knees and get back down on my knees.

Both our cunts are free.

11 Stone is only the second person to see my shaven cunt in my literotica stories so far.

We get back to the same position. Her legs are over my shoulders. I get back to her cunt. She is happy. I am happy. My legs are wide. My panties are stretched tight between my legs. I didn't take them off. It's sexier this way. I look like someone who didn't have time to take them off. My cunt and ass are exposed but I am still fully clothed. My knickers are stretched tight between my wide open legs.

If you were to walk in with your hard cock, you would have the choice of three holes.

You couldn't fuck my mouth because I'm eating her cunt.

You couldn't fuck her cunt because I'm eating it.

You couldn't fuck her ass because she's sitting on it.

Theoretically you could fuck my ass but I wouldn't let you because it's not my birthday.

You could fuck her mouth. You could slide you cock into the slut mouth of this big tittied whore whilst I eat her cunt.

You could fuck my cunt hole. You could get behind me and stick it into my tight shaven cunt.

I have a tight cunt. If you had a small cock I could tighten my cunt walls around your cock and make it tight. If you had a medium cock it would be a good fit. You would fit in nice and tight. If you had a big cock it would stretch my cunt. It would hurt, but I would like it.

I have had too much cunt. I need air. I need some attention myself.

I get up and take 11 Stone Whore Wife by the hand and lead her to her living room.

I get on the sofa and get my legs up high. My knickers around my ankles they are stretched tight between my wide-open legs.

I sit like that whilst 11 Stone pulls her tight cashmere jumper over her tits. She pull the jumper off. Her tits are truly gigantic. She wears a black lace bra that does nothing to contain these truly tremendous boobs.

She unhooks her bra and massive globes swing free. She is a freak.

Her skirt is wrapped around her waist. She is wearing stocking and suspenders and high red heels. Her cunt is dripping wet.

She gets on her knees. She stroked my fishnets. She licks my fishnets. She kisses my high heels.

She licks my cunt. She licks my cunt good.

In my first story I denied my cunt.

In my second story I denied my cunt.

In this story my cunt is not denied. The beautiful woman will make me come but you will have to wait until my next story before I take a cock up my cunt.

How many times do you think I will say the word 'cunt'? Does your wife say 'cunt?' Does your girlfriend say 'cunt?' Say hi to her for me.

11 Stone Whore Wife licks the shaven cunt of her 27 year old friend.

She loves the taste. I grab the back of her head and push her head deep down into my crutch. She strokes my fishnet hold ups.

It takes her ten minutes to make me come. This is how she does it. She licks my clit lightly, quickly intensely. She puts her long tongue up my cunt. She takes it out, then licks my clit light and fast again. She does this pattern five times.

She tells me she is going to stick her little finger up my tight ass-hole and that I will come with her finger up my ass.

She know's how rarely I let my shit-hole get invaded. She pushes my legs back further so my ass hole is fully exposed.

Only I know how far apart my legs go. Only I know how far apart I can stretch my ass-hole.

She lubricates my ass-hole with her tongue. I have a woman's tongue rimming my sweet little hole. She's running it round and round. She takes pussy juice from her own sloppy cunt and runs it over my ass-hole. She is tasting her own cunt and my ass.

She slides her tongue inside my ass-hole. Her tongue is up my ass. It feels fucking fantastic.

If you were to walk in now there would be three holes you could fuck with your hard cock.

You could slide you cock into my mouth. I would take it with no complaint.

You could fuck her wet pussy. She is so wet she would barely feel it. You would have to fuck her very hard.

Or you could fuck her up the ass. 11 Stone Whore Wife loves being fucked up the ass and is much less fussy than me. She would love it. She would say; "Thankyou for fucking me up the shit-hole whilst I have my tongue up her ass."

I am close to coming. She takes her tongue out of my ass hole and swaps it for her finger.

She slips her finger her up my ass hole. She fucks my asshole with my finger.

I say; "You have your finger up my shit-hole"

I look her in the eyes and say; "Fuck my ass with your finger. Lick my clit and make me come."

She fucks my ass with her finger. She tongues my clit. Ever so light, ever so fast.

This is how I come. When I come I sound like a woman having a baby. I grit my teeth and make a long dirty groaning sound. If you lived next door you would hear it.

As I come I push down hard on to 11 Stone's finger. Her finger is as deep as it can go in my ass. I ooze pussy juice over her face. My nipples go rock hard.

11 Stone Whore Wife pulls away and I slump back on the sofa. I am still fully clothed. My knickers are around my ankles.

This is the first time I have come in my Literotica stories.

The phone rings. 11 Stone answers it. She is standing there in red heels, stockings and suspender. No panties, no bra, but her skirt is still hitched up around her waist.

"Hello Dave"

11 Stone's Husband is called Dave or something. Who cares.

"I have just fucked 9 Stone Cum Queen up the ass with my little finger. She came on my face. I absolutely reek of her cunt. She is sitting on her sofa in black high heels and fishnet hold ups. She has a sexy red dress on. Her knickers are down round her ankles."

She listens to the phone for a moment.

"No, Dave you can't do that. You can't fuck her and you can't fuck me either, here is what will happen. You will walk through the door and get your cock out. Your cock will be hard and ready to explode because you have to think about your wife being fucked by this beauty all the way home.

She will take your cock in her hand and beat you off till you explode your cum into your whore wife's face.

We don't need you to make us come. We just need your jizz. 9 Stone will make me come three times before you get home."

She puts the phone down. She is right; I make her come three times.

I make her come once by eating out her ass. She gets on all fours and I bury my face in her arse crack and eat and eat. I gorge myself on her sweet anus. I stroke and massage her giant cheeks. She fucks herself with three fingers. When she comes she screams out; "Jesus fucking Christ you fucking whore!"

My knickers are still hanging around my ankles. When they fall off. I slip them back on.

I make her come a second time by getting into a sixty-nine position. I sit on her face and grind my pussy down onto her mouth. I ram her pussy with four fingers of one hand. I fuck her ass with two fingers of my other hand. I come a little bit too. When she comes she cries; "gggggggrrrrrnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

I am still fully clothed. Only my knickers are down my legs. Every time I get up I correct myself. I make sure my hold ups are straight and smooth. My nipples are so rock hard. They need attention but I deny them.

I make her come a third time by fucking her cunt with the end of a wine bottle. I fuck her furiously whilst she is standing up. Her knees buckle and she nearly falls over. As she starts to come I bite down on one of her large brown nipples hard, really hard. When she comes she cries, "You fucking dirty, dirty bitch. You dirty fucking beautiful cock whore!"

I pull my knickers up so they are round my knees.

We fall on to the sofa. The door opens and Dave/thingy walks. He has a 9 inch erection in his hand.

He can see his exhausted wife in stockings and heels. Her hands and face stink of my ass and cunt.

He can see the most beautiful girl he knows dressed in fishnet hold ups and a fabulous tight red dress. She has a single string of white pearls around her neck. Her knickers are around her knees. He can see up her dress. He can see my cunt.

He wants to fuck me up the ass. He always has done.

11 Stone Whore Wife gets on her knees in front of her husband. I get on my knees and take his cock in my hand.

I'm good at this. I know what to do. I can squeeze the cock slightly as well as pulling up and down on the shaft. I pay special attention to the ridge around the helmet.

I look up into his eyes.

I say; "I can make my tits feel like a cunt. I can squeeze them hard around your cock and make them feel like a nice tight cunt."

He is trying to hold back. He wants to savour this magnificent moment.

I use my other hand to cup his balls.

I say; "My cunt is tighter than your whore wife's. My legs are longer. My skin is smoother. Empty yourself on your filthy slut of a wife."

11 Stone says; "Bitch."

Dave says; "Ugh."

His face grimaces. His eyes are screwed up.

I touch his helmet once, gently, with my tongue and say, "Its OK honey, just let go."

I aim his cock in 11 Stone's face. He lets go. He shoots an arch of cum that streaks across he face diagonally. Its crosses over her eyelid so she has to keep it half closed.

He says, "You dirty fucking sluts."

A second shot lands across her forehead and gets into her hair.

A third shot gets in her hair again. She has lots of cum in her hair.

I direct his cock at her tits. He sprays two more loads of cum over her beautiful big tits. Her tits drip with cum.

Some last drops of cum oozes from his helmet over my knuckles.

Here I am.

My knickers are round my knees.

3.49pm

2009-06-08T05:00:00.000-07:00

3.49pm

I'm sitting on the lounge-chair in my room, waiting.

When I'm in a hotel like this it's usually work-related. At this hour I'm normally inside one of the meeting-rooms doing whatever it is I came to do.... Presenting, listening or organizing.

Today of I'm taking a little time off work, and staying in a hotel as a guest (of sorts), so I'm in His room.

When I'm not working I'm always asleep at this time of day, but now I'm awake.

I could pretend I don't know why things are different today, but that would be blatantly untrue.

There is a soft tingle between my legs that spreads down to the thighs and up into the belly, hinting that it could go further and spread more. I know what would spread it....

The chance to obey my Sir would spread that feeling like wildfire through my veins to every inch of me. The shameful safety I feel with Him is like none other. To allow myself to be so debased is beyond me, and yet with Him I plead for it, consent to it in writing. Whatever He chooses to do to me will be well done, and there will be no defense for my honor. In His presence my honor is submission to Him, whatever that may require. The last defense would have been to keep these truths secret from Him, but I have not. Instead I will place myself before Him on my knees to await His pleasure.

I will receive what I deserve, and so will He.

My body pulses with that thought. It throbs and jumps and clenches and winks. My breathing speeds up, my skin tingles with anticipation and dread. Nipples point, pussy moistens, tongue, teeth and lips play with themselves. My hands and fingers run over them all, checking, reaffirming, stimulating, making ready for Him.

I'm wearing all black. My sheer teddy top opens down the front with a built-in front-hook bra. A sheer black thong does little to cover my puss or hold my wetness. A velvet choker on my neck and my thigh-high sheer stockings invite His control.

He will be here soon, so I take my position kneeling on the floor half-way between the bed and the door. I hear His key slot into the room's lock. My heart races, my slit throbs and moistens, and I start to salivate. I swallow, take a deep breath, and exhale slowly. I remain kneeling, keeping my eyes on the floor, watching his shoes come into view. It is time.

He stands there, looking me over, but saying nothing. I wait. He puts his things on the countertop just inside the door, and then closes the door behind him. He moves quickly into the room, grabs my choker, and uses it to pull me into the bathroom. I slip, slide, scramble, knee-walk and crawl beside Him.

When he closes this door he settles his weight against it, with his feet comfortably apart. I get on my knees so that my face is in front of His crotch. His hands hang loosely at his sides, but then He gives a slight turn of his right wrist. I unbuckle His belt, unzip his pants and ease them off his hips. My hands hook His briefs at the sides, and I ease them down too, so that His stiffening cock is pointing at my face.

I take it into my mouth without touching, using the suction from my lips to lift it, and then letting it slip between my lips with gravity. He pushes on my head, rocking it, rubbing himself on the roof of my mouth and at the back of my throat, guiding the suck back and forth to give Himself maximum pleasure. Eventually He leaves me to my own devices. I keep the rhythm He's set while he gropes into my teddy to grab at my breasts. Soon He is shuddering into my mouth, and clutching hard at my shoulders and hair. He grunts His Release. I feel the spurts on my palate, and taste the slippery, bitter cum. I gulp several times, swallowing nearly all of it, but some leaks from the corners of my mouth.

When I've finished He pushes my head back so that my mouth releases Him. His hand pushes on my shoulder. I sit back onto my heels, and let my head loll forward in a relaxed bow. I wait. I'm beginning to wonder what's going on. He still hasn't said a word, and I dare not meet His eyes.

I hear Him relax against the door and sigh. My waiting and wondering cease as a stream of pungent, sunshine coloured Piss passes my eyes and lands on the middle of my chest, running down my body to soak my teddy. It drizzles over my shoulders, crossing my chest. He grabs my hair with His free hand and pulls my head closer, to the side and back so I'm looking up at Him as He aims for my face. My mouth opens in a silent startled cry and I shut my eyes, but feel some stinging, telling me I was not fast enough. The Piss splashes over my face, rivulets running back into my hair. Some gets into my nose, so I hold my breath. His Piss keeps flowing and flowing and for a time I think it will never stop and I will drown. Eventually He empties the last of His Golden Shower into my mouth and shakes Himself off.

My mouth is full and running over, and I'm breathing as hard as I can through my nose, nostrils flaring, chest heaving, watering eyes wide and blinking with desperation. He pinches my nose shut and watches me struggle briefly. I give up and swallow. He releases me then, but all I can do is kneel there and catch my breath.

When I can focus again He is washing His hands. He walks past me, puts His phones back on His belt, and goes out, leaving me kneeling in a pool of His Piss.

He still hasn't said anything.

3 on 1

2009-06-07T05:00:00.000-07:00

The joint was jumping all night - packed to the bream with sexy, young people. It was opening night, and our new bar was the liveliest place in town. At different intervals throughout the night, I would just sit back and take stock of all of the energy.

My three angels behind the bar had served more drinks and worked themselves until the sweat drenched their white tank tops. As an act of solidarity for opening night, Candy had suggested they all dress in their white tank tops with army green pants and black boots. Everyone in the place, even the women, were turned on by our new bar and my stable of gorgeous bartenders.

Candy looked great with her porcelain skin, shapely body, and long dark hair. Then there was Kristin with her frazzled dirty blond hair and the sweat glistening from her face and limbs. And finally, Ashleigh. I had never thought of Ashleigh in a sexual way until this night. She had long blond hair that was almost white. Her body was fantastic, and she really looked sexy.

Around 1:30am, Kristin called for Last Call, and about 2:15pm the last guests had left for the night. As I sat in my office counting money, my bouncer entered with a large wrapped present.

"Candy said this is for you, boss."

"All right, thanks... good job tonight."

As he left for the night, I smiled as I opened the large present. Of all things, it was a sex swing.

"I thought you'd like that," Candy said as she peeked in.

"Like it? I love it! I've always wanted one of these."

"I know," she said grinning.

"How could this night get any better? This is awesome, baby," I exclaimed as I got up to kiss her.

We kissed passionately for a moment, and then Candy broke the embrace.

"Well, put it up, silly. Let's get to some fucking."

"Oh, well, uh... yes, mam."

"That's right. You've been sitting around all night watching all of us work, now it's time you did something useful," she said as her demeanor changed slightly.

I got the ladder nearby and began fastening the swing to the bolt in the ceiling when we heard a knock at the door. It was Kristin and Ashleigh.

"Oh, shit. Don't let them in," I said.

"Why not? Are you embarassed?"

"Uh, well, uh... I guess not."

I fastened the swing, and moved the ladder back as Candy left the office. As I finished closing the books for the night, I heard some Nine Inch Nails crank up from the dance floor. It seemed as if someone wasn't through partying. I headed out of the office to find Candy, and there she was, with Kristin and Ashleigh on the the dance floor. The girls hadn't gotten to dance all night, and they huddled together dancing. I went up into the light booth and programmed the lights to scramble, with strobes and black lights thrown into the mix.

The girls had worked so hard, I got my best bottle of champagne, and brought some flutes out onto the floor and joined them in our celebration. They were glad to see me, and we danced and sipped our champagne in rejoice of our opening night.

I was getting very hot dancing with the girls.

"Take your shirt off, baby," Candy said as she helped me out of my shirt.

Kristin proposed a toast in between songs, "Here's to us. May we always be successful, and may the party last the rest of our life."

We all drank. We couldn't get the grins off of our face; we were having so much fun. As we danced, Ashleigh continued to pour drinks for everyone. As we all grooved to the beat, we danced closer and closer. The sexual energy was building and building. Candy was my wife, but I wanted to take all three of these girls at the same time but I was afraid to make a move.

"Jesus Christ, it's hot in here," Ashleigh said as she popped another bottle of champagne. She shook the bottle furiously then popped the cork. Champagne spewed all over us as we danced. We laughed as the champagne evaporated on our skin. It was brief relief on the sweltering dance floor.

"Whew, god, I love this place," Kristin exclaimed as she danced, "I feel so sexy."

"You are sexy," Candy replied.

"You sure are," Ashleigh said as she pressed her lips to Kristin's.

Candy took this erotic moment as her cue to intiate the evenings events. She dropped to her knees on the dance floor and unzipped my pants. She pulled out my cock and began to suck it softly. Kristin and Ashleigh broke their embrace.

"Oh my god," Kristin said as she dropped to the floor and assisted Candy.

Ashleigh didn't say a word. She broke in between Candy and Kristin and took her turn at my growing cock. I was so hard. I could see the backs of these three girls in the mirror on the wall. They were all camped around my cock serving me and, little did I know, preparing me to be their tool.

I felt so powerful as they kneeled to me. I pressed the back of their heads as they took turns taking my cock in their mouths. I was building and building to an explosive orgasm.

"I'm going to cum, girls" I warned. "I'm going to cum.

As Candy pulled the rest of my clothes off and Ashleigh swirled my cock around in her mouth, Kristin replied, "Well, isn't that the point."

"CUM, cum; I want to see it, Candy demanded."

"Yeah, cum for us," Kristin said.

Candy and Kristin had removed their clothes and were helping Asheligh out of hers. I looked into Ashleigh's eyes as she ferociously sucked. Her eyes told me it was okay. I couldn't hold back as much as I tried. I came with amazing force into Ashleigh's mouth. She continued slurping my cum and swallowing it down as Candy and Kristin forced her face onto my volcanic cock.

I couldn't believe my good fortune. Ashleigh stood up and smiled. Looking into Candy's eyes, she began kissing her. Some of my remaining cum was shared as Candy pulled Kristin into the kiss tho share. I could see it glistening in the dance lights as my small suspension bridge of cum joined the girls together as they kissed.

As I stood in amazement and watched, the music died down. Then, NINE INCH NAILS rang out,

"Bow down before the one you serve. You're going to get what you deserve. Bow down before the one you serve..."

The girls all smiled at each other then at me. They each pulled me close and navigated me onto the floor so that my face met their repsective heavenly of heavenlies. I looked up as they smiled down at me.

"...bow down before the one you serve..."

Ashleigh placed her toes in my mouth and Kristin poured the champaigne all over Ashleigh's naked body. The champaigne flowed down her sweaty body and long legs into my mouth.

"Oooh, that is sexy," Candy said as she grabbed me by the back of the head. She placed my face strategically into her lap. Kristin poured champaigne over Candy's shoulder, and it trickled down her breasts toward my mouth.

"Lick it up... lick it all up."

"...you're going to get what you deserve..."

Ashleigh and Kristin gathered over each of Candy's shoulders and gazed down at my excellent work. As Candy's cunt filled my mouth, my sounds were composed of uncomprehensive moans.

"Damn, he's good," Ashleigh said, "when is it going to be my turn?

"You'll get your turn," Candy promised. "Suck it, bitch."

"Oooh, that's getting me hot," Kristin said.

"Oh, yeah? You like dirty talk, you little whore?" Candy asked her.

Kristin snuck a light touch of her own pussy.

"Mmmm, you want to touch it, don't you," Candy said. "Go ahead, touch yourself."

Kristin began on herself, and Ashleigh reached down to help her.

"Uhhh... fuck."

"Does it feel good, whore?"

"Uhh, huh... oh, yeah."

Ashleigh built up speed as she gently rubbed Kristin's clit.

"Look at her big clit, it's getting so hot and wet."

"Oh, yeah....fhhhh. I need some cock, now."

I only knew of one place Kristin could get that, but I continued tasting my wife's pussy until given the word to fill Kristin.

"When's it going to be my turn?" Ashleigh asked Candy.

"Oh, you want my little slut husband to eat your cunt?"

"Yeah, bitch. I want to ride his tongue."

"Aren't I the lucky one? One girl wants my husband's cock and the other one wants his tongue up her pussy. And all I can think about is taking his hot ass... Come on... I've got a surprise for all of you."

We all followed Candy to the office. Ashleigh and Kristin became giddy at the site of the sex swing.

"Let's all get what we want. How does that sound?"

Candy directed me to the sex swing. "Sit back, baby; you're going to get the fuck of your lifetime."

I sat back in the swing, and Candy masterfully placed my legs in the slings in an upright position. My cock towered into the air. I looked like one of those pigs at a luau roasting over a fire. I held onto the straps so that I didn't fall backwards.

"Oooh, it looks like we've got him where we want him, now," Candy said. "What are you whores waiting for."

Kristin's body was dripping wet with sweat and champagne. Her dirty blonde hair now stuck wet to her shoulders with her bangs nearly covering her face. She looked exhausted yet ready to be filled. She slowly positioned herself onto my cock. Ashleigh and Candy helped guide her onto my cock. She began to gently ride me as her legs dangled just above the floor. Up and down, she began to slowly ride me.

"Mmmmm, I love seeing sexy girls ride my hisband's cock... You look so good, Kristin... How does he feel?"

"Oh, my god! He feels great. I love his cock inside of me."

Ashleigh and Candy kissed and fondled one another while I looked intently into Kristin's eyes. I could barely move while I held onto the swing. Kristin's feet now reached the floor, as she had now impaled herself onto my cock as far as she could. I was filling every inch of her.

"Oh, fuck... You're so deep inside me... No one has ever been this deep inside me... I just want to sit here for a minute and feel your cock inside me."

Kristin looked into my eyes and lightly caressed her clit. Candy and Ashleigh walked towards my face.

"Are you enjoying this, honey?"

"Oh, god, yes!" I exclaimed.

"Well, take one last look at Kristin riding your cock because you're not going to see anything else but Ashleigh's asshole."

As I caught my last glimpse of Kristin picking up her pace on my cock, Ashleigh faced Kristin and entrenched my face between her legs. She positioned her pussy right onto my waiting mouth. I immediately tasted the sweetness of her cunt - the sex, the sweat, the champagne. My nose was buried in her ass crack, and all I could see was her long, beautiful straw-blonde hair reaching to her lower back.

Her ass was perfect, and it rested just above my mouth. My mouth was filled with her. She began riding the tongue that I willingly offered. Back and forth, I was their human see-saw.

When Kristin would bounce up, my mouth would penetrate Ashleigh's burning hot cunt more the deeper. I was lost in becoming their tool.

Ashleigh said to Kristin, "Oh, you look so hot."

"You do to, Ashleigh... I love, oh fuck... I love seeing you ride his face like that, ooh, shit..."

They both continued to ride me. I hadn't even thought about Candy when suddenly I felt a cool liquid and fingers penetrate my exposed ass.

I felt Candy's fingers penetrate me, and I let out a yelp into Ashleigh's pussy. Ashleigh laughed as my yell made her pussy vibrate.

"Oh, my god. He's screaming into my pussy... Do it again."

I felt Candy's fingers plunge deeper inside me. I obliged with a loud yell which reverberated through the muff.

"Uhhh... Oh, that's it... I love it when he sucks my clit... I love to smother his face... he's licking me so good."

Kristin could not see Candy behind her, but she felt Candy's hands on her shoulder.

"What are you doing back there, Candy?"

"You girls are having all the fun, and I'm not having any. I told you I wanted some ass tonight, so, I'm going to get me some.

I couldn't see Candy, only Ashleigh's beautiful strides up and down on my face. Slowly, I felt Candy inching her strap-on into my ass. My body stiffened then relaxed. I bucked and screamed. All three girls were having their way with me. I was stimulating the sex in all of them.

"Yeah, baby, take my cock!" Candy exclaimed. ""Oh, yeaaaahhhhhhh!" Kristin cooed. "Yell into my pussy!" Ashleigh commanded.

Candy began to slam her girlcock into me hard.

I licked for all I was worth. I felt Ashleigh's fingers slide into my mouth as she touched herself.

"Suck on my ass, slave!" she directed.

As Ashleigh began to pleasure herself with her fingers, I began licking her asshole. I wanted my tongue as deep inside as I could get it. Her beautiful cheeks surrounded my face.

"That's it. Suck my ass, boy. Suck my ass while I ride your face and touch myself. Oooh, yeah, fuck that feels good."

Candy had now built up a feverish pace on my ass. My body was in shock at the overstimulus. In and out she hammered me like a jack hammer. We were all aglow from the sweat and a champagne.

Candy pulled Kristin's hair back and began kissing her as Kristin bounced up and down on my cock. As Candy moved her cock in and out of me, she caressed Kristin's breast while deep kissing her. Ashleigh continued to work her ass onto my tongue.

I was helpless, but a willing tool for their sex.

Krsitin had now built a rapid pace onto my cock. She was writhing on top of me and slamming herself hard down upon me. She then began to grind her pussy all over me. I could feel her muscles pulling my cock into her.

Candy said, "Fuck him, girls. Fuck him, good! Let's give him the fuck of his life."

And it was. As I could only envision this scene, Kristin began first.

"Oh, my god! I'm going to cum."

When I heard that, I felt the cum inside me start to boil.

Ashleigh exclaimed, "Oh, my god Kristin. You are getting me so hot. I'm going to cum, too."

Candy said, "Yeah? Watching you ride my husband's face and feeling you ride his cock is getting me so hot. You're all going to make me cum."

The pace picked up for everyone. Kristin erupted, and as she bounced up and down on me, she yelled. "Ohhhhh.... oh, shit! I'm cu... oh, fuck... yes!"

Ashleigh chimed in. "Oh fuck, Candy. I'm cumming with your husband's tongue up my ass."

Candy then came. "Oh... yeah! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yeah!"

I couldn't hold back any longer. While Candy pounded my ass and Ashleigh came on my face and Kristin came on my cock, my arms began to flail. Candy told Kristin to "get up, I want to see this." As Kristin dismounted, Candy continued fucking my ass.

Candy told Kristin to lay her head on my belly. Candy grasped my cock and began stroking right towards Kristin's mouth. I screamed so hard into Ashleigh's waiting asshole when I felt Candy stroking "her" cock. Ashleigh dismounted so that I could see. Just as she did, my eyes met Candy and she pointed my cock into Kristin's mouth.

"Cum, baby."

I shot a huge fucking load into Kristin's mouth and all over her face. We all laughed at the obscene amount of cum that covered her. The girls began kissing Kristin and licking her face while I dangled in the swing - thinking about the fuck of my life.

2 Size Queens and a Large Pepperoni

2009-06-06T05:00:00.000-07:00

It was a beautiful, starry July night. I had just left the nightclub (alone again) in my Corvette and was heading home out of the city.

Lately I haven't had much success with the ladies. It's not that I'm picky, I just don't seem to have much confidence with women. I was married before to a woman who became obsessed with big cocks. Her boyfriends before me were all much larger than I am and after a while she started to use that against me.

At first she was playful and I didn't mind, then I came to realize how small I really am. I became subservient to her, which she really enjoyed but she later left me. Needless to say, I was crushed and to make things worse, she left me for a younger guy. She also rubbed it in by telling me that his cock is "nearly twice the size" of my five incher.

Anyway, my car stalled right in front of a plush hotel and wouldn't start. Two lovely ladies were on their way in and then they saw that I was having trouble. They were kind enough to invite me to their room to call for a tow truck. One girl was named Jen and the other one was a pretty girl named Melissa. She was very attractive and had a no-nonsense way about her. She said that she worked with Jen in a management role.

They offered me a drink before I called about the car; actually we had a few and were feeling a bit loose. They asked me to have a dip in the hot tub and sensing my modesty said they wouldn't look and turned their backs while I undressed. They climbed in fully dressed.

Melissa asked if it was true about Corvette drivers trying to compensate for having little cocks. She reached between my legs and held my cock. "Well, it won't work in your case" she said.

I felt defeated at that point, I felt as if my whole body was shrinking. When Jen asked to see it, I offered no resistance at all. I climbed out of the tub so she could see.

"It's so cute", she said as she held it. She eased me down on my back and climbed on top of me, still in her wet skirt and blouse. She held my balls tightly and asked if I wouldn't mind wearing jewelry.

Before I could even think of what she meant, Melissa had produced handcuffs and had them locked on my wrists.

I was completely helpless and humiliated from these girls, but I was also a little buzzed from the cocktails so it wasn't too bad.

Jen climbed over me and afforded me with a lovely view up her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties and I could see that she had a gorgeous pussy with nice big lips and a trimmed muff. I couldn't reach it so I started kissing the inside of her thigh, just above her knee.

She started going wild and I was feeling a little proud until I realized that Melissa was seducing her. She was kissing her, kneading Jen's breast with one hand and her other hand went right up the skirt in my view.

She began caressing her inner thighs for a while, and then she began rolling Jen's clit between her thumb and forefinger. She was so wet; she looked like she was ready to explode.

Melissa brought her other hand there as well and started massaging Jen's pussy, while still rolling her clit with the other hand. It didn't take very long as Jen was soon in the midst of a shuddering orgasm.

Jen climbed off of me and nearly tackled Melissa, eager to repay her for her pleasure. She pulled Melissa's pants down while Melissa removed her top and bra. This girl was beautiful; as beautiful as Jen!

Jen started kissing Melissa on her inner thigh, moving higher and higher until she started kissing Melissa hard on her pussy.

She started sucking her lips and she slid her tongue right in Melissa's pussy. Melissa looked like she was already on the edge of an orgasm. Jen slowed down a bit to prolong the enjoyment. She started gently licking and sucking Melissa's clit.

Jen's tongue was rather long and broad and it was clear that Melissa was close again, this time Jen couldn't slow down in time as Melissa had an intense orgasm.

They cuddled and playfully pinched each other's nipples for a while, then they turned to me as I lay there with a drip of pre-cum on my hard five-inch cock.

Jen spoke to me first: "well I guess we won't be needing you anymore", but Melissa said that they would. I was excited and thought I was going to have my turn.

Melissa told Jen that she was going to get her really laid and teach her the difference between getting fucked by a "man-sized-cock" and a "little dick". She told Jen that she had ordered a "large pepperoni" from her favorite pizza boy and that he should be there shortly – which he was.

He came in wearing tight white pants, but Melissa had them off in seconds. Jen gasped when she saw his thick, but soft 5 1/2-inch cock. Melissa started licking and sucking it and it quickly grew to 8 or 9 inches long.

Melissa told Jen that she would have to get ready for this one, so she had me lick her for a few minutes. She was already wet though when I started, I think just from looking at the pizza man's big cock.

Jen climbed off of me and onto the other guy's cock. Melissa held one hand around its' base to limit how far it could go in. This is about five inches now she told Jen. Then she took her hand away and Jen plunged nearly all the way down the thick shaft – she let out a deep moan.

They went at it for at least 20 minutes, during that time I got to lick Melissa (which I loved doing). Jen must have had 3 or 4 orgasms when Melissa had her climb off (and climbed on herself).

Now it was my turn, but I didn't have the same effect as pizza man did! She giggled and told me that I was cute, but she really couldn't feel me enough inside. She let me kiss her all over while she waited for another turn riding the big cock.

Now Melissa had orgasmed twice and was ready to switch. Jen climbed back on screaming "I love it, I love it" while Melissa climbed on me.

The results were no big surprise, she started giggling and told me I tickled her! She climbed off and slid up over my face. She took off the cuffs; told me I could lick her and jerk off if I wanted. After about 5 tugs it was all over. I cleaned-up and got dressed, Melissa gave me another drink and I called for the tow truck.

As I left, Melissa said that "I shouldn't feel bad - that I couldn't help it." She said that they did have fun with me and knew that I had a good time too.

She asked for my number and said she hoped we can do this again soon. As I left, Jen didn't even say good-bye. She was too busy going down on pizza man.

2 Men 1 Cup

2009-06-05T05:00:00.000-07:00

A man was sitting in front of a mirror with lights all around it. Two girls were hurrying to get his make-up fixed, because, as they said, no one in the industry goes without make-up, not even the men.

The man was in his late thirties. With his dark hair and his big eyebrows, people would generally describe him as charismatic. Still he exposed doubts to the girls running to get his make-up done.

'It's just that... I'm kinda unsure about my position now. I'm 38. I mean, what am I doing here? Why don't I get a real job?'

Then a young man with trembling hands entered the room.

He must have been 19, maybe 18, but no older than 20.

The boy sat down in front of the enlightened mirror next to the first man. The second he sat down, two girls showed up to do his make-up.

'Hi sweetie, we're here to do your face. Now don't worry, we're just gonna make you look a little browner on camera. You look so pale!'

The older man looked at the boy. He had never seen so much anxiety in a face.

'Are you all right there, son?'

'Yeah,' he said in a trembling voice, 'yes. How long have you been in this?'

'For about twelve years now,' the man answered in honesty, 'and I've never done any scene like this before. Why are you in it?'

The boy looked down. 'It's just... I don't want to have any inhibitions. No inhibitions,' he said with a sudden strength in his voice.

The other man agreed. 'No inhibitions.'

Together they walked through the complex. They came across rooms with all kinds of themes: girls with men, girls with black men, big men with small men, grandma's with grandpa's. Around the place there were tables with attributes: dildo's, gas masks, teddy bears. Animals were scattered around the rooms, animals like dogs, cats and horses, though they even saw an Indian guy with an elephant on a string.

Then finally they had reached their room of destination. It didn't have a bed like lots of the other rooms had, instead there was a table with two fragile chairs besides it. On the table was a large glass.

The young boy looked at the glass with pupils that were bigger than ever. It was as if all the fears he had ever had, were concentrated in this glass.

'So this is it,' the dark haired man said against the staff. It was not until then that the younger fellow noticed the camera's and the camera personnel that were all over the place.

'Yes,' a man in a chair with 'director' on it said, 'time for some action.'

He stood up to explain some things.

'In the first scene, we will focus on you,' he directed the younger man to the table, 'here's your cup, you know what you have to do.'

The boy nodded and stared into the glass.

'And you,' the director said to the other man, 'will have to make sure not to get in front of the camera's yet. Because if you do, he will have to do it all over again.'

The young boy's eyes widened.

'Now, some music!'

An assisting girl pushed the play-button of a CD-player in the corner of the room. The romantic 'Lovers theme' by Hervé Roy sounded throughout the room.

'Good,' the director commented. He sat down in the chair saying 'director' again.

'When I say cut, we start,' the director said, and right after that he said: 'CUT!'

The boy stood with his back to the camera, but turned his head around to see the cup, which he was holding between his legs.

He stamped with his feet a bit, like dogs do when they're about to excrete faeces.

The boy's anus widened. A thick piece of poop came out. Although it had the light brown colour of diarrhoea, it was a big and long piece. After this, more pieces came out.

When the boy had finished pooping, he looked in the camera with something that looked like the beginning of a smile on his face.

'CUT,' the director screamed. 'I can see you ate what we told you to eat. Excellent.'

Now the boy really smiled, with a triumphal glance on his face.

'Now put the cup on the table, boy,' the director said, sitting in his chair and looking at the screenplay. 'It's time for you to enter the scene,' he said to the charismatic man.

As both men sat in the chairs, they stared at each other. They knew what was about to come.

The director mumbled to himself: 'Didn't we forget anything? The cup, the lights, some romantic music, it's all there. Oh right,' he remembered, 'get these men some spoons!'

Instantly a girl came running forward to hand the men their spoons.

The spoons were long and had a small eating part, as if they were used in an ice cream bar.

'CUT!' The director's scream announced the final scene.

The boy looked anxiously at the man.

The man poked the yellow brown mass with his spoon a bit, took a bit of it in his mouth and swallowed it.

The young one followed his gesture. He took some of the brown mass in his spoon and ate it.

The camera zoomed in on his face. His eyes showed a combination of disgust and willpower, as if they expressed how the repulsive taste of poop was unsurprisingly close to its smell.

Now the older man began to take bigger parts on his spoon. He didn't chew, he just swallowed.

Then, at a certain point, he encountered a part he could not deal with.

He tried to swallow it, but it came back to his mouth and he spit it back in the glass. Then he gulped it down for a second time, but it came up again and he let it flow in the glass. The piece became more engulfed by the man's spit, but still he could not get it down.

The boy, still stiff from fear, watched this process repeat several times.

Then the man had swallowed it. A few seconds after the piece of poop had gone down his stomach, he began making a repetitive gesture with his body, as if he was bowing.

Then he stood up, straightened his back and leaned over the boy.

The man's stomach clinched, he opened his mouth and a big stream of vomit came out.

The vomit, which was largely yellow ochre coloured with greenish parts of food in it, came out in a stream that was almost unbelievably fat, long and lasting. When the man was done vomiting, he wiped his chin by using his hand.

The young boy had yellowish vomit over his head, his hair and his chest. With his hands he cleaned his face a bit and he stared at the man.

His back was bent, his body clinched, and the previous look of fear in his eyes was replaced by a look of sadness.

The old man caressed his vomit-covered face with his hand. He bent over to the boy to kiss him softly on his vomit-covered lips.

'Don't go off script,' the director shouted.

But the boy rose and kissed the man firmly on his lips. They French-kissed, swallowing once in a while because of the bricks of vomit sliding down the boy's face.

The man made the boy to turn. The boy lay his hands on the table, with the poop-filled glass in front of him, and spread his legs apart. He made the swinging gesture with his butt again, but this time it was not to poop.

Behind him, the man let his hand glide past his erected penis, decided it was hard enough and tried to put it in the firmly formed boy butt.

It didn't work.

One of the camera personnel shouted: 'Use the poop!'

The director gave both the cameraman and the actor an angry look.

The man nodded behind the young boy's back and dug his hand in the glass. He grasped a hand full of poop.

The poop he smeared over his penis, making it brown with parts of poop clinging onto it.

The rest of the poop he forced against the boy's butt. With a few fingers he probed the poop back into the butt.

He cleaned his hands a bit by smearing the remaining poop over the boy's firm butt cheeks. It created clear hand shapes of poop on the white butt.

To add a bit extra, the man slapped the boy with his hand.

'Don't!' The director was furious now.

The staff however advocated otherwise.

'Hit him!'

'Fuck him!'

'Don't listen to the director!'

'Fuck him hard!'

The man, cheered on by the cameramen, took his dick in his hand and slit it through the poop in the young boy's asshole.

The boy gasped. His eyes closed a bit. He pushed his butt so that the penis would pierce his ass completely and he took it all.

The man started shoving his dick inside and outside of the boy's poop-filled arse.

His hands were cupping the boy's vomit-covered chest muscles. His fingers circled the boy's erected nipples and cleared them of vomit.

The camera personnel reacted to the scene by scattering all over the place. All around the table, where the boy was being fucked, camera's and cameramen were witnessing the spectacle.

The man fucked the boy without remorse or empathy, he fucked him hard and fast.

At a certain point the man took a break to kiss the boy's lips. The boy kissed back.

The man licked some vomit off the boy's cheek to share it with him in a French kiss.

The personnel cheered. They went wild.

'Yeah man! Fuck him!'

'Give him what he needs!'

'Fuck harder!'

Some cameramen were still rolling their camera's, excited to capture what was happening, and some were jumping, wooing and applauding.

The director tried to break the scene.

'Stop! This is not in the script! You two, stop it! CUT!'

The man and the boy gave each other a look of understanding. They quit fucking.

The director looked at them with an expression of anger and disbelief.

The man took another grasp of the poop in the glass. The boy made the same gesture.

'What are you doing with the cup...' The director could not believe it.

Then, in a sudden attack, the two men smeared poop all over the director's neat suit and over his face cheeks.

The director still had a look of being dismantled over him, when the man rid his front and pushed his poop-covered penis against the director's crotch. The boy slammed his arms around the director and jammed his erected cock against the backside of his poop-covered suit.

Together they masturbated their dirty cocks by using the director's body. They painted, moaned and pumped against the director until their cocks shot white loads of sperm over him.

The camera staff applauded, raised their hands in the air and bonked their bodies against the threesome to express their excitement.

Then a man with a red cap and a name card saying 'Director' entered the room.

'Cut,' he calmly said, with camera's behind him being turned off.

'Excellent work,' he commented, 'good acting.'

'Thanks,' the poop-and-sperm-covered 'director' said.

All 'camera personnel' and the actors were handed towels to clean themselves.

While they were cleaning up, the man with the 'Director' name card reminded them: 'Don't forget! I'll see you all at next week's auditions for the sequel, 1man1cup.'

The boy sighed.

This time, the boy showed neither fear nor arousal, he showed sheer excitement over what he had just been part of.

He smiled at the older man. As they were still standing quite close to each other, the boy made a gesture as if he wanted to kiss the man one last time, but he didn't.

'Hey,' the man said, 'if you want to kiss me, kiss me. No inhibitions, remember?'

The boy agreed. 'No inhibitions.'

They kissed and smiled at each other.

1001 Nights

2009-06-04T05:00:00.000-07:00

My kinky shrink boyfriend, a sex therapist who believes in acting out sexual fantasy, is never at a loss to conjure up exotic, erotic scenes for us to sexually explore. He has a series he calls "1001 Nights" as semi-based on the classic tale of Sheherazade, except his stories involve naughtier exploits of adventure.

In this tale, he is dressed in the lace and silks of an 18th-century European diplomat, powdered perruque and all. (Yeah, he can afford such stuff.) He greets me at the door to his posh New York City high-rise apartment where he invites me into his master bedroom. I take a seat on the 4-poster bed. He pours me a glass of sherry. (Yeah, he's British, too.) I clink "cheers" with him and swallow it down. After three glasses, a flush runs to my cheeks. he kisses me and tells me to strip.

Once naked, I take my position spread eagle across the bed. he tells tonight's story while he fastens my wrists and ankles with black bands of silk to the four corners of the bed then slips a blindfold over my eyes.

"Imagine you are in a distant time in a place far away, exotic and strange," he says with warm, Altoid-sweetened breath flowing across my face. "You, my dear, are the latest addition to a sultan's harem, but you are unresponsive to his amorous intentions. In fact, he calls you his marble princess.

"Now, imagine me, the dashing foreign emissary. He's seen you eye me with a spark of desire through your veil as you served us both dates and muscatel. Ah, your veil. I'll attend to that in a moment, but first..."

I feel a smooth silk strip of cloth being strapped between my teeth and tied behind my head. He explains, "Yes, his intent is to keep you bound, blind, and voiceless while he plots to melt away your hardened resolve with my hapless aid. Let's see to veiling you properly now."

I hear soft jingles of tiny bells and bangles of a headdress. He pulls it on snugly over my crown then fastens a silky veil across the bridge of my nose. My breath anxiously billows the thin fabric in and out. Cool wisps of sheer material are laid over my exposed body. I have no idea what color they are or what they suggestively reveal, but I can imagine.

"The sultan has a plan. He has commissioned me with the temerarious task of penetrating the ice sheath encasing his concubine's sexual desire. However, it's not to be achieved as simply as my wooing her petals open with my charm and grace. No, he has laid down the gauntlet for a feat most unfeasible. As his interpreter explains to me, I am to be stripped naked, save for my perruque, and blindfolded with hands bound behind my back."

I hear the rustle of clothes being removed as his soft, baritone voice with its polished Oxford tones continues the set up. "He tells me that I will be brought into a room where the lovely lady in question will be found bound to a great bed. It is my job to wend my way to her then arouse her libido with naught but ministrations of lips and tongue. You can imagine my indignation and my reluctance." I hear him grunt with the exertion of binding his own hands behind his back. Don't ask me how he does this. He just does this. "But I am overpowered and thrust into a chamber whose contents I know nothing of. I listen for a sound, a whimper, a breath, a movement, in order to direct myself."

Picking up on this cue, I move my head setting off the tinkle of bangles and let out a muffled groan.

"'Madam,' I beseech, 'Are you unharmed? Know you who I am?' I am not even sure she speaks my language, so I ask the same in the various dialects I know."

I maunder a reply and jangle the bells once more.

"From the sounds of it," his voice grows closer, "you are unable to speak. Fret not, madam, I have not been sent to harm you. In fact, I am utterly unable to lift a hand against you."

I hear him bump into the side of the bed and feel his naked body sidle next to mine. My heart pounds. The veil on my face pulsates with my excitement. My loins throb and juice.

"There you are. let me sense you out and know of your condition." His lips brush over my torso, tripping lightly over my nipples. They glide on hot breath up to my neck and my mouth where they touch down briefly before brushing over my cheek and the blindfold banding my eyes.

"Blinded as I am I see," he murmurs. "But you are gagged beneath your veil." His lips press soft kisses over the fabric covering my mouth. I can hardly contain myself.

"I'm not certain you can understand me, but I have been sent to arouse you with my lips and tongue. If I fail in my mission, then I fear we shall both meet our fates at the end of an executioner's axe. As I do not care to have my young life snuffed out in so cruel and barbaric a manner, I intend on coaxing the most volcanic eruption of erotic passion from deep within your stony vestibule."

I groan longingly with each delicate suckle of his mouth along my neck and down my clavicle. His teeth nip teasingly at my nipples and send shivers through my body setting off a trill of jingles from the bells on my headdress. I writhe in the restraints as he pulls the veils from my body with his teeth then sets his mouth to my breasts, sucking them, licking them, prompting them to rise and swell with torturous pleasure.

A shrill cry climbs past the gag. He moves his mouth to mine and blows gently, soothingly, "Shhhh! Easy now. We wouldn't want the sultan or his men thinking I was violating you. Not that I would be able."

I could feel him trying to adjust himself in his self-bondage in order to find a more comfortable position. "Now, let's see go south of the border and explore the steamy jungles, shall we?"

Hot kisses travel down my body to my pussy weeping with desire. He maneuvers his body a-stride mine and buries his face in between my quivering legs. I can hardly control myself under the ravagings of his masterful tongue and teeth upon my clit and labia. I struggle in vain hope to squeeze my legs together to enhance the sensation.

"Hmmm, your fruits are most savory and succulent. Does my nibbling sensually distress you?"

I mumble an ecstatic agreement to his query. I fight the oncoming orgasm. I don't want this fantasy to end. It's too damned good!

He lifts his head and turns to face me. "Resisting, I see. Hmmm. We'll just have to do something about that." He grunts with effort to reposition himself. Once again his face has blindly found mine. He plies my veiled and gagged mouth with kisses as he muses, "Perhaps if you were to look at me the way you did when serving up delectibles at the sultan's behest... but how?" He latches onto my blindfold with his teeth and tugs it from my eyes. I blink my way to focus and see his lean physique leaning over me with arms pinned behind his back. A wide black band of cloth leers down at me. The perfume of his perruque tickles my nose. I study the pursing of his sweet mouth as it sets up the next kiss. "I hope my magnificent form inspires you to aspiring toward the preferred state of titillation."

My eyes beg for his beauty from within and without, but he can't see my longing. He leans down to nudge the veil and reach my mouth with hsi are lips. He softly kisses me through the gag. I moan. "Hmmm, love it when you do that."

I feel the tip of his erect penis tip-toeing across my breasts. He moves to my right. "Let's see if we can get a handel on this development." His mouth skates along my arm to the restraint on my wrist. He works the knotted loop with his teeth until it loosens. "Your hand is free to stroke me, my love." I curl my fingers around the hot, throbbing flesh of his organ as he straddles me. I stroke up and down until he's to the point of cumming. He pulls away, scoots down, and lightly brushes my clit with the moistened tip.

I can't stand it anymore. I cum, I cum, I cum. Before I realize it his hands are free and undoing the binds at my ankles. My legs are up and spread wide. His fingers tickle my clit while his mouth clamps upon the nipple of my right breast. His other hand pulls away the headdress to entwine fingers with silken strands of hair before pulling the gag from my mouth. Before I could utter my orgasmic cry, his mouth stopped mine in fitful determination. He burned through me like hot lead through butter. I swore I heard sizzling.

I felt the waning of his penile pulsation as the warm ooze of cum flowed down my legs. He had completed his mission of bringing a frigid harem girl to orgasm -- albeit, not exactly as prescribed by the odious sultan. But rest assured, no heads rolled -- only our pleasured bodies over the silk sheets as we dreamt of the next tale to come.

10 Layers

2009-06-03T05:00:00.000-07:00

I am blessed with a very attractive and intelligent girlfriend who has a very active imagination, especially when it comes to sex and our little hobby of bondage. We don't get to see each other very much, since I work in the entertainment industry and she is the manager of a large retail store. So between our crazy schedules, we don't get a lot of time to play. But we've developed a game that we call "sexy dare" that keeps the fire burning even if we only see each other for a few hours every day. The rules are simple: if one of us says to the other that its time for a sexy dare, we accept the challenge, and we always complete the dare, no questions asked. We have a very trusting relationship and we've had a lot of fun exploring each other's secret desires as well as pushing our boundries in a sane and safe way.

My girlfriend Alisia had just been the recipient of a "sexy dare" so when I heard my cell phone ring I had a feeling it was my turn.

I grabbed the phone and hit the answer button in one quick motion. Before I could even say hello, I heard her sexy voice.

"Hi honey. It's your turn to complete a sexy dare. This is a bit complicated, so bear with me on this one, but I think you'll find the reward will be worth it!"

With an introduction like that, I knew it would be an interesting dare for me! I could feel my dick swelling in my jeans as I waited for the rest of her instructions.

"Honey, I keep thinking about that sexy dare you made me do and it's been making me incredibly horny, so I want you to be horny with me. So, I've decided that your sexy dare is to wear a chastity belt until I get home."

Hmmm, this could get very interesting! But my mind clicked back to reality since a chastity belt for me is not something in our collection of toys. We've talked about them at times, but budgets and the reality of life don't always allow for those things. I was about to tell her this when she interrupted.

"Now I know we don't have a way to keep your beautiful dick protected, so we'll have to improvise today."

Whenever she uses the word "improvise" I know that she has some wonderfully perverted idea in her head to torture me!

"Honey, are you ready? I want you to take a roll of masking tape and completely encase your dick. Make sure you don't leave even an inch visible and make sure you cover the end too! We need to make sure we protect little Willy until I get home!"

Alisia had really cooked up a crazy dare this time! I was almost too amazed to say anything. Luckily I didn't have too!

"Ok honey. Take care of that task, and call me back as soon as you are finished! Love ya!"

I could feel myself swelling in my pants as I grabbed a roll of masking tape. Good thing I had the office where I work all to myself when Alisia called.

I pulled down my pants and boxer shorts and started wrapping tape around my quickly swelling penis. As I reached the tip, I remembered her instructions and placed a few strips over the tip. Then, just for good measure, I wrapped everything again. While I felt a little funny standing there with my dick covered in tape, pointing straight ahead like a hood ornament, I remembered Alisia's instructions and called her back.

She answered on the first ring.

"Hi darling, here's the next part of your dare."

I gulped. There was more? I think she sensed my apprehension.

"Don't worry dear, I'm only protecting my favorite sex toy, and it will be worth it for you when I get home tonight!"

I relaxed a bit, ever conscious of my confined dick.

"Ok darling, here is the next part of your dare. I want to make sure that you don't find a way to get yourself too excited before I get home, so we're going to put your little package away for safekeeping. Just take some more tape, and pull little wrapped up Willy between your legs. I want to make sure that you can't get too excited with the rest of your dare! Once you complete this, head on home! Love ya!"

With that the line went dead, and I looked down at my confined dick, which at this point was swelled up, trying to burst out of its masking tape shield. What concern I had about the dare was completely overcome by the thought of my hot girlfriend making it "worth it."

I grabbed the roll of tape, and slowly tried to force my dick between my legs. With my excitement, it took a bit of time, but I managed. Soon I was finished, and when I looked down, instead of seeing my dick, all I saw was a smooth, white, almost sexless, but strangly erotic crotch. Instead of my penis wanting to stay tucked away, it seemed to have a mind of its own and tried to make another appearance. I knew I needed more tape, so I grabbed a roll of 3 inch industrial grade masking tape. A few layers of that and I knew that I had completed my task for Alisia. I pulled up my shorts and pants, marveling at how different everything felt without my normal parts hanging around. As I drove home, every push of the pedals in the car sent new sensations through my body as my trapped penis tried to get used to a very confining situation.

I pulled in the driveway and carefully climbed out of the car. As I got in the house, I plunked my keys on the kitchen table and listened to the one message on the answering machine.

It was Alisia!

"Hi darling! Since you are listening to this message, I know you've made it home. I hope you are enjoying your dare, because you're not quite done yet! I want to make sure that you really keep your jewels packed away until I get home so here is the rest of your dare. I want you to cover your crotch with 9 more layers of whatever you think will keep little Willy safe. Then when I get home, we can pretend its Christmas, and I can unwrap my present! Oh a few things before I hang up. Make sure you really cover everything. And to make things interesting, no potty breaks. And no cheating and playing with yourself darling! I want you primed and ready when I open my present!"

When the message ended my dick almost popped out of its prison. Alisia was always full of kinky ideas, but this one definitely would win awards. The thought of her coming home and slowly "unwrapping" me sent shivers up my spine. Since I was already past the point of no return I figured I'd make it interesting for her. I grabbed a beer from the fridge, and headed to the basement workshop to get to work completing my dare.

Three rolls of masking tape, and two rolls of duct tape later, I was finished. Even I was impressed with my handywork. It looked like I was wearing very tight boxer briefs made out of duct tape. Instead of a rather large bulge in the front, I had a completely smooth sexless crotch. I was incredibly turned on, thinking about Alisia and how she would react to seeing me this way. I couldn't wait for her to get home.

I slowly headed upstairs and grabbed a few beers from the fridge. As I sat down on the couch, I realized that maybe I had overdone it with the tape, as it was a bit difficult to do "normal" things like bend at the waist, climb stairs or even walk. But, a dare is a dare, and I knew that my reward from Alisia would be worth it when she got home!

I mindlessly channel surfed as I drank my beer, not paying much attention to the TV, just thinking about Alisia and the fun we'd have tonight when she got home. Before I knew it, it was almost 8:00 and I managed to finish off all the beer.

Just then I heard the phone ring in the kitchen. I got off the couch and headed for the kitchen a quickly as I could. Every step reminded me of my self imposed chastity along with a new feeling that took me a moment to place. I had to piss! Alisia had been on my case about drinking less, and this was one time when I wish I had listened to her! I couldn't get to the phone in time to answer it, but I heard our message begin to play. Considering my situation, I figured whoever was calling would leave a message if it was so important.

"...so if you would, leave a message after the beep and we'll call you back as soon as we can."

BEEEEEP

"Hi darling, it's Alisia. Listen, I almost forgot to tell you, but we're doing inventory tonight at the store, so I won't be home until 2 or 3. I hope you're enjoying your dare, and I can't wait to get home to unwrap my present! Love ya!"

I stood there speechless as my trapped cock and filling bladder told me I had a very long night ahead of me. But, a dare is a dare. I wonder how long I can hold on until the beer works its way through me!

(S)hair Trader

2009-06-02T05:00:00.000-07:00

I have been working in Wall Street now for 5 years in the Mergers and Acquisitions section. By virtue of sheer hard work I had handled the merger of two major oil companies held by two of New York’s most powerful families. They had professionalised the management and they had given me a stake in the newly merged company. It was my brief to take the company public so I joined them as Vice President (Treasury). I briefly was called to meet Scott Davis our President, CEO, and majority stockholder.

His father Martin Davis had been the founder of one of the merged companies and he looked a younger handsomer version of his father whom I had met during the merger. He looked me up and down and though I am on the wrong side of thirty you can say that I am voluptuous. In fact the rumor on wall street is that I have sucked my way up which is partly true as nothing more gives me pleasure than sucking a massive dick. Scott Davis obviously didn’t read what was going through my mind as he spoke warmly of my contribution to the merger. I shook his hands warmly and wondered how big his weapon was. I told him I would meet him soon with the public offer documents and he nodded and then I left his room.

Steven the company’s chief financial officer called me to his room and started explaining about my stock options. He said “You know, you're gonna get an option for more stock. It's reserved at last month's price, and it will make you a millionaire, you'll get the paperwork next week." I moved around his desk to thank him but he took my hand and guided it between his legs. His hands were groping at my breasts

My eyes had wandered down as he tugged his trousers down. Protruding from the fly of his shorts was the largest, thickest cock I had ever seen. Steven was stroking it with a big grin on his face directed his massive dick to my face and I opened my mouth. I was lucky to get the head of his cock in but Steven edged slowly closer until I was halfway down his shaft. I love sucking cock but here I was on day one of my new job stuffing the CFO’s massive dong into my mouth. I already loved it but I also wanted Scott’s boner between my lips.

Steven sat up and positioned his cock at the entrance to my cunt. I am very hairy down there and he lifted my shirt and ripped my panties down and slowly pushed the head of his cock in and we both gasped in unison. I could then feel him slowly slide that monster all the way in as he sucked on my nipples. I have hairy underarms something most of my lovers have been turned on. “Why haven’t you shaved your underarms?” he said burying his head into my pits “I haven’t fucked a woman with hairy pits” he exclaimed as his tongue tasted the salty sweat mixed with my perfume. He kept pounding my pussy I could feel his dick growing even bigger. He was ready to cum but I didn’t want to soil my pussy so I took his hard dick into my mouth. I always found giving head the cleanest way of making a man cum as I popped his member into my mouth. I began slowly bobbing my mouth on the head of his penis, running my tongue repeatedly over that tiny bit of skin just below the head, I knew I wasn't going to make it much longer. I licked and caressed the head of his penis as he came in torrents into my willing mouth.

I then went to my room and started going through my papers. My face was flushed with excitement when my secretary Marissa came in and introduced herself. She told me that assistant Tony was waiting to see me. When the handsome hulk walked in I knew I had to seduce him. He sat in front of me on the sofa and I caught him staring at my ample bosom. I parted my legs and my wet pussy was an invitation though he didn’t look at me. He talked about the company’s latest annual report and the forthcoming meeting with the analysts but my eyes were trained on his hairy chest tufts of hair poking out of he collar of his shirt. I wandered at how big his cock would be. I stood up and walked close to him to see some of the reports my breasts just inches from his face. I suddenly kissed him and took his hands and put it on my wet hairy pussy. He needed no second invitation as he gently stroked my hairy pussy with his fingers. He then took my clit in his mouth and began to massage it with his tongue. I bucked and moaned as he slipped first one finger, then two into my hairy cunt. I was through with foreplay, though. I was ready to fuck. I pulled him onto me, as he slid his shaft deep into my pussy.

Tony then moved up between my legs and slowly worked his dick into my now very wet pussy. I wrap my legs and arms around him and let out a moan as he dove in deep. He fucked me long and slow for a while, just enjoying the feel of each other. Then without a word we both knew we needed more. He began to move faster, slamming into me over and over again. Again and again I told him to fuck me, and again and again he did after all I was his boss. He puts his hands into my hairy armpits and shouts “What a wooly treasure” as he rummages through the thick bushy hair. He continues pounding me with his dick driving himself deep into me. He thrust again and again and then threw his head back and slammed into me once more. I could feel my pussy grasping at him as it tightened over and over as I came hard. I could feel his dick throbbing in me as it swelled and then pumped out his load. His mouth deep into the matted sweaty hair in my unshaven underarms.

Marissa lets me know that Scott wants to se me. Trembling with excitement I walk in he has removed his jacket and he his in his shirt sleeves. He beckons me over and I feel his pole digging inside me. I whispered in his ear that he attracts me and I then kneeled down and tugged at his zipper. He is shocked at how fast I have moved but a standing dick is enough evidence that he wants me.

He began to fumble with his zipper. His hands were shaking and he groans as at last as his throbbing erection springs free in front of my willing mouth. He is really big at least the size of my forearm. "You like to suck cock?" Scott asks as he inches his tool closer towards my face. I can’t wait to lick it. “Yeeessss” I scream wanting to take his monster dick in my mouth. I wanted his cock to feel it in my mouth. Scott groaned as he pushed the head of his cock into my mouth. He could hardly believe that she wanted it so badly and he was equally surprised at how quickly I had become so horny. I wrapped my lips around his dick and begging him to fuck my mouth. I arched back as he slammed his tool into my mouth with long, steady strokes. My right hand held the base of the cock in her mouth as he rammed his tool into my mouth. I could feel the cum starting to boil up from his balls. With a loud cry of lustful satisfaction he withdrew his throbbing weapon and jerked himself off rapidly as thick spurts jetted from his cock as he sprayed my mouth and face with his viscous issue. His cock was still showing no sign of going limp. Did he have more cum stored in him as I allowed the large appendage to slip from my lips as I gasped for air? I gobbled his dick again playing with his balls as he let out a triumphant groan and he again released his cum over my waiting face as he let fly with a huge torrent of semen that splashed across my face.

I hadn’t undressed yet my oral ministration enough to make the big man satisfied but I knew that till the public issue opened every hole of mine would be open for public consumption.

"T" is for Tied Teased Tormented

2009-06-01T05:00:00.000-07:00

Suddenly you are awake and disorientated – did you dream that some masked intruders kidnapped you during the night? But you can only move your right arm and where are you?

You are lying face down in what can best be described as a fence net hammock, suspended about 6 feet above a bare warehouse floor; bright lights illuminate the vast space around you but the warehouse is empty. Your naked body is supported firmly in the hammock, there is a gap for your face so that you enjoy an unrestricted view to the front and side below you - and your cock and balls are hanging free through one of the large gaps in the fence net; your left arm is taped firmly to your side, your knees and ankles taped together but your right arm is free. You cannot move very much as you seem to be tied to the hammock. Your mouth is also taped closed but you can breathe freely through your nose. On the floor in front of you is a large white card with some large black letters handwritten on it in capitals ...

"Welcome Kroma. Do not be alarmed. Emma has organised for us to provide for some sexual pleasure for you; while you are at work, she has been attending Chantelle and Mr Butt's advanced slut development course and she wanted to show you how much she has learned.

Emma and Chantelle will be checking this warehouse every hour on the hour until you wake up. If they find you awake, they will tease you for 2 minutes to help you reach an erect state; then you will have 2 minutes within which to empty the spunk in your ball sack down Emma's throat. If you succeed, the proceedings will begin. Fail and the girls will leave the room precisely 4 minutes after they enter regardless of what you have achieved. My suggestion would be that you prepare your self for their arrival by considering your favourite sexual fantasies and stroking your dick to hardness."

Now you realise why your right hand is free but can you believe what you have read? No time to think as you are startled by the door opening – have they been secretly watching you? Emma and Chantelle enter and walk briskly towards you, their steel stiletto heels clicking noisily on the smooth concrete floor. Your cock twitches with the beginnings of arousal as your eyes drink in the vision before you.

Each girl is identically dressed: their blonde hair oiled and slicked back, gathered into a high pony tail which protrudes from the top of a channel in the shiny black rubber hood that each wears – their faces are revealed and their pony tails but the hood covers their head and down their neck. Each girl is heavily and sexily made up and wearing bright shiny red lipstick. They are both naked to the waist except for a pair of black shiny rubber gloves reaching right to the tops of their arms. Both are also wearing extremely tight fitting black lycra footless tights and red patent 6.5" heeled stilettos with steel heels.

As you watch, Chantelle moves behind Emma although both still face towards you – Emma opens her legs and crouches slightly grinding her ass cheeks into Chantelle's pussy area. Chantelle reaches her right hand round and slips it inside the hem of Emma's tights at the front and Emma gasps as Chantelle's cold fingers slide inside her hot wet pussy.

"Come for me Kroma, come for me baby?" pleads Emma, staring you straight in the eyes as you listen to the squelch squelch of Chantelle's fingers thrusting deep in and out of her pussy. You have been so mesmerised that you forgot the instructions on the card and the 4 minute deadline – how much time have you left?

Quickly you grab your stiffening dick in your right hand and start to wank it, flushed with lust at the sight of your girlfriend dressed as she is and being pleasured by the gorgeous sexy slut Chantelle! The girls move closer towards you still locked together in their horny embrace both squirming and moaning with pleasure and murmuring encouragement to you...

"Good boy, Kroma. Wank that stiffy. Isn't he a big boy?"

"Not long now baby; keep wanking for me." Emma encourages as her face moves ever closer to your bursting purple knob end. You are still furiously wanking the shaft, overcome with lustful desires as she closes her ruby red lips around the tip, forming an 'O' shape within which the end of your cock is enclosed. Chantelle grabs Emma's head and moves it back and forward over your dick in a slow wanking motion complementing the rhythm of your right hand stokes.

You feel the pressure build up in your balls; you can't believe how good this feels as Chantelle takes up the commentary

"Good boy Kroma. Fill up young Emma with your hot sticky spunk. She's waiting"

In the distance a buzzer sounds and the two girls break off and turn to walk side by side back to the door.

"Bastards! I'm coming" you think, trying desperately to communicate through the tape on your mouth. You watch their wiggling asses through the lycra tights as your massive load of seed spurts forth from the end of your rigid rock hard shaft. Fuck! What a load and all gone to waste on the floor.

At the door, Chantelle turns round to see the last few drops of semen drip from the end of your dick and walks back towards you. Kneeling she bends to lick the tasty pool of spunk off the cold concrete floor. She stands again, right in front of you and opens her mouth to show you her catch – she has most of your recently spent ball contents in her mouth. Then she swallows and moves under you to lick the end of your still throbbing dick dry.

"Nice try Kroma" she says "Pity you were just a few seconds late. Never mind, we'll be back in 55 minutes and you can try again?"

Now you are determined to be ready for their next visit, but the effects of having such a powerful orgasm have left you a little light headed and drained so despite yourself, you fall asleep.

Again you awake with a start, not sure how much time has passed since you drifted off. As your eyes focus, you see on the floor in front of you is a computer monitor on which a message is looping across the screen - a new message in large black letters. You watch for a few seconds until the start of the message scrolls round......

"It's me Emma. I'm sorry you shot your load too early last time. It's Mr Butt who makes the rules and he insisted it was a test you had to pass. Chantelle (she's great) and me came back again and you were asleep so Chantelle persuaded Mr Butt to let us move onto the next stage anyway. This slut training is absolutely fantastic! I am really enjoying it! I hope you know what's coming your way when they've finished with me!"

Your attention is fixed on the words scrolling across the screen and your right hand drifts down to your cock as you feel a slight re-awakening of your flaccid member. Emma's narrative continues....

"We had a session once in where you are now where Chantelle was tied up and her arms suspended from a beam on the ceiling – her arms and legs spreadeagled and her feet chained to posts in the floor. She was naked except for her white knee boots (apparently they're her favourites – and Mr Butt's too) and my job was to get her warmed up for Mr Butt.

All I was allowed to wear was ridiculously high heeled shoes with a platform sole and 8" heels and I had to lick out her pussy and ass and slap her big titties while Mr Butt looked on and told me what to do. She fucking loved it and so did I except that I was getting really turned on but he never touched me and she couldn't and if I tried to play with myself he told me not to.

Anyway, Chantelle was eventually begging for his cock inside her – any hole she said, didn't matter and then he got a bucket of cold water and threw it all over her! She was drenched but it seemed to make her even hornier. Then he told me to stand right close in front of her. He gave me a huge dildo to fuck myself with and said I could use her mouth to wet it up a bit. He also told me to slap her face hard and spit a lot in her mouth while I stood in front of her fucking myself with the dildo.

Meantime he was kneeling behind her licking her ass out to get her even wetter for his finale. When she was right ready for a good fucking, he came round beside me! He got me bent over to touch my toes and spread my legs right in front of where Chan was watching. He stuffed three fingers inside my soaking wet snatch and pumped them in and out hard so I was squelching really loud and he used the pussy juice to lube up my tight little asshole.

At that point I guessed what was coming and I wasn't disappointed.

Chan was screaming "No! Not her ass! Fuck my ass Mr Butt! PLEEZ! Fuck my ass!" But of course, he didn't. Instead he stretched my cheeks wide with his hands and slid his funny thick knobbly dick inside my butthole. It's not quite as long as yours but 'Fuck Me' it's really thick and it stretched me to my limit.

Once he was balls deep in me I relaxed a bit and started to enjoy the sensations. He sensed me relaxing and started up a thrusting motion.

He had me bent over double and he was spitting on my back and saying gently to me "Emma, you are fucking hot my dear. I'm gonna fill your ass with my hot spunk as that's what a slut needs to learn, OK my dear?"

I heard myself say "Yes, please, Mr Butt" just a second before he thrust deep into me and unleashed a fucking torrent of hot semen deep into my bowels. It just kept coming out of his fully expanded and incredibly hard cock and felt so amazing that I had a shuddering orgasm of my own.

He eventually pulled out and backed me over to Chan so my ass fitted onto her face and she obviously knew what was required as she started to greedily lick out all the spunk from between my ass crack and every drop that ran out my asshole! Man, that girl loves spunk and she'll eat it anytime from anywhere."

Mr Butt seemed satisfied as he turned to face me and asked "Well, Emma, did you enjoy that my dear?"