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Anything for Her

By: TheMentalOne



Adam groaned softly into the pillow as the stranger's penis nudged his asshole. Every instinct told him to clench up and close his legs, but instead, he spread them wider. The stranger's dick invaded him slowly but surely, spreading him up and causing him to grit his teeth. To distract himself from the discomfort, Adam reflected on how he had gotten into this situation.

It was his wife's birthday. He and Faith had long ago reached an understanding that it was acceptable to ask for present ideas, rather than risk getting something the other had no use for. As per usual, he approached her the week before her birthday.

"So, what is the birthday girl's desire this year?" He pulled her into a playful kiss. She smiled and ducked a bit, kissing him underneath the chin, a twinkle in her eye.

"I've actually been giving it a lot of thought this year," she said. "You know how you let me do you in the ass with a dildo last year?"

He smiled ruefully. "Yeah, I do. My ass is still sore from that!"

She swatted his butt playfully. "Well, this year, I'd like to see you take a real cock."

His smile disappeared. "Babe, you know I don't swing that way."

She sighed, and pouted prettily. "I know, and I won't insist. But I just think you would look so hot on your knees with a cock stuffed up your tight butt. I'd have fantasy material for a loooong time!"

He knew at that point he was done for. He could never resist her when she really wanted something, and he could tell she really wanted this.

It only took a short while for them to cruise the local gay bars and find someone willing to do the job. After making sure the stranger had recent test results and was clean of STIs, they had set a date for the birthday butt-fucking.

Adam groaned as the 8-inch dick slid all the way in, and the stranger's balls pressed against Adam's own. Faith's delicate fingers kneaded her husband's shoulders, as she watched with fascination. She leaned down to look into his eyes.

"You look so hot," she whispered. "My pussy is soaking right now." She slid a finger into panties, then brought it to her lips and sucked it seductively.

The stranger started fucking Adam harder, moaning loudly. Faith moaned too, and smacked her husband's ass. "Will you wiggle on his cock for me, baby?" she pleaded, using her sexiest voice.

Adam held her gaze, despite being more embarrassed than he had ever been, and wiggled his ass on the stranger's thick cock. He could feel the man shudder, and he was more than ever aware of the heavy balls pressing against his own.

Faith reached between his legs, stroking his cock, and whispered in his ear. "I want you to say something for me, baby. I want you to tell me how you love his cock spreading your tight asshole."

Adam wiggled his ass more, like a horny bitch needing to get fucked. He was committed to the part, and as much as it pained his masculinity, there was nothing he wouldn't do for his wife.

"I love it," he moaned. "I love that huge cock fucking my butt, making my asshole sore and wide."

Faith shuddered and closed her eyes for a moment, then resumed stroking his cock. To his surprise, he was quickly growing harder. Only his devious wife could make him hard while he was getting ass-reamed by another man, he reflected ruefully. When she tickled his balls lightly with her fingertips, he moaned loudly, from pleasure this time.

To his embarrassment, the cock in his ass was starting to feel slightly pleasurable. He wiggled again, this time of his own volition, trying to help the stranger get balls-deep in his orifice. Faith grinned wickedly, and squeezed his cock hard. 

"Spread your ass cheeks for me, baby. Show our friend what his cock looks like, and how it looks in your tight butt!"

Obediently, Adam reached back and spread his cheeks, displaying his cock-filled ass for his wife and the other man. Faith started to breath heavily, and started jerking him off faster.

"I'm going to cum," she moaned. "I want you to cum with me, Adam, and I want your butt filled up with cum, too."

As if on command, the stranger began pounding Adam relentlessly, and soon exploded a load of hot cum deep in the bottom man's bowels. Faith fingered herself with a passion, and soon she too exploded, shuddering and moaning.

As she came, she started squeezing her husband's cock harder, playing with it like only she knew how. Against his will, Adam felt his balls tightening.

"Come on, baby, cum for me," she begged. "Give me that yummy load while you've got cum deep in your asshole." With a cry, Adam exploded, burying his face in the pillow as he shot his load all over the sheets.

When he recovered, he looked at his wife to see a familiar wicked grin on her face. "One more thing, dear husband, and my birthday present will be the best ever." Adam buried his face, anticipating what was coming.

Faith nibbled his ear playfully, and whispered seductively. "Now spread those ass cheeks wide, and let me see all that cum."

Adam obeyed, keeping his face hidden while his wife cooed in appreciation over his gaping asshole, dripping with the stranger's white cum. After what seemed like an eternity, she pulled him away from the pillow and cuddled him tenderly, the stranger having left.

She planted a kiss on his lips, and looked into his eyes. "Thank you, Adam," she whispered. "You always know how to make my birthday special." He rolled his eyes, unable to stay unhappy with her for long. "And I was right, you know," she chuckled. "You look really hot with a cock in your ass!"

Anything for Her



DISCLAIMER: This story features a loving couple who participate in female domination, cuckolding, humiliation, chastity and cum-eating with the consent of both parties. If these themes offend you, feel free to discontinue reading now. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy the story.

It almost feels like a dream when you're not in the middle of it. The days when you're not in chastity are relatively normal; your every waking moment isn't occupied by the subtle ache that fills your mind. You almost don't remember how it feels to be reduced to your primal urges, when the familiar flooding of cum into your balls is the shadow of every breath. 

Your state of mind when in chastity can only be described as trance-like, from the moment she locks you in it, to the moment of freedom when the device comes off. In chastity, you submit to her completely. You allow her control over a central part of your life: your experience of sexual release. You're unable to touch yourself whenever you feel the urge to; it's not that simple any more.

You cherish the moment that she tells you you've earned your freedom. Handing the key to your pleasure to the woman you love is the ultimate surrender. Her dominance is her time in the sun, and you love to watch her bloom.

I've been submitting to this dreamlike state with my girlfriend for a fair while now. It started out as a way to stop me masturbating too much, as that had become a distraction. Initially she was only vaguely interested in the idea of chastity. Seeing her grow into the complex and confident fem-dom fatale she is now has made the exploration of this fetish greater than I could have hoped for. 

She began by agreeing to place me in the device for a few days. She quickly began to enjoy denying me, and refusing to unlock me. In time, she wove an unspoken fetish of hers into the chastity experience -- she roped me into cuckolding. 

It started with a casual, open conversation about our fetishes while lying in bed one Sunday morning. I listed mine: eating my own cum (which she had gotten me into through her amazing powers of mental conditioning), chastity, and voyeurism. She started counting hers on her fingers: rough sex, light BDSM, exhibitionism, and having sex with another guy while I watch.

I was shocked by this. "Before you get mad about it," she began, "let me describe how I'd like to do it, maybe you'll find it hot too."

She had an amazing talent for unlocking feelings in me I never knew were there. With each sentence that she uttered, I found myself experiencing a confronting mixture of emotions -- it was an intense jealousy and anger at the idea of another guy even touching her, but it was coupled with desire and lust.

By the time she finished describing her fetish to me, I hated to admit that I was turned on. The next time we had sex, she would whisper snippets of her fantasy scenario in my ear. The more she described herself being fucked while I would be forced to watch and unable to participate, the firmer I grew and the harder I fucked her. From that day on, she made a point to bring the fantasy up almost every time we had sex.

After a few months of this verbal conditioning, she proposed acting on her fetish in only a very mild way, to test the waters of how much we might like the reality. I'd been in chastity for five days when she went to the city for the evening. She had left me with my limp dick and no fun to be had in her absence, only torturous thoughts. She'd decided not to wear panties under her skintight dress. She knew this would drive me wild, the fact that I couldn't fuck her even if I tried, and wearing no panties, she was theoretically easy for all the other guys to fuck.

Though she didn't meet anyone who was up to her standards that evening, it didn't take her long to find the ideal man to fuck her like in her fantasy. He was a friend-of-a-friend she had met at a St Patrick's Day party at one of the bars in town. She told him she was in an open relationship, and that she had a thing for exhibitionism. She was happy to find he was a flexible guy when it came to anything kinky, the kind of guy to say "I'll try anything once." 

They casually dated, and I was fine with her being intimate with him alone. Come to think of it, that's probably what made it so hot. He had already learned the things she liked and the best ways to use her body by the time the big day came along. 

I'd been tied up by her the night it all came to fruition. I expected her to make me earn my freedom by eating my own cum, as she liked to do at the end a week or so of chastity. My balls were so full of cum from the week's worth of being teased and locked into this cage. She had an evil glint in her eye like she was up to something, but she usually did when she was planning on making me eat my cum, so I didn't think anything was up.

She followed me down after what seemed like a longer time than usual, and she was stripped down to her lingerie, a light pink lacy bra and panties with matching thigh-high stockings and garter. This was certainly a surprise, she usually made sure she had nice underwear on when she was going to have her way with me but this was obviously extra effort.

Things changed dramatically once she had me restrained, my hands tied to the top posts of the bed and my feet spread apart, tied to the bottom posts. She laid the key to the chastity device next to my hand, only an inch or two away from reach. 'You're such a tease," I said.

She smiled cheekily and knelt down on the bed, kissing me lightly and then deeply. She kissed down my bare shoulders and ran her hands over my body, giving me goosebumps. My desire for her was stronger than ever, but it always felt that way when she made me this vulnerable. Her being dominant with me made me lust after her like you would a crush that you knew was out of your league. I didn't feel worthy of her touch as she ran her graceful fingers over the waist of my boxers. Feeling her warm hand move below the elastic and caress my hips, thighs and balls made my whole body flush with desire.

She then straddled me, pulling down my boxers and grinding her lace-clothed pussy against my concealed cock. I felt the strain as my cock ached to grow hard in response to her body being so close to mine, and with so little clothing. She pouted as she looked at me. "Oh dear..." she began, in a baby-like voice, "I really want to fuck you, but, I've lost the key... I don't know where it is!"

She looked around with mock concern, and hopped off the bed. She ruffled pillows and eventually stood there with her hands on her hips. "Whatever will I do now?" she said in a light, sing-song voice, a smile in her eyes that betrayed her act of genuine worry.

I looked up to where she'd placed the key. Yep, it was definitely still there. I rolled my eyes. "What are you playing at now?" I said and smirked at her. She pouted at me again.

"No, this is serious! Oh, gosh, I really need a good hard cock in me, but... you're so soft! You can't get hard even if you tried!" She paced around the room for a few seconds, and then said with a small gasp. "I know, wait a second." She then turned around with cute determination and I watched as her sexy, slim body walked through the door. I heard her footsteps upstairs, and I tried to piece it all together. She could have a dildo she was going to bring down, and make me watch her fuck herself with it before she 'found' the key.

Then I realized why she was wearing such alluring lingerie, and why she had taken so long to come down and tie me up in the first place. She had him here. Oh, shit, it was really happening. My mind started to race, half with excitement and half with embarrassment. Did I really want this guy seeing me tied up on the bed like this? The more I thought about it the more I realized he would probably barely even notice me. This bedroom could be a warzone, and any man's attention would be completely devoted to her the minute they saw that body in that pink lace.

My anticipation grew as I waited, and sure enough when the door to the bedroom opened, it was my girlfriend, and her man. She was stumbling backwards, kissing him passionately as he manhandled her into the room. She broke the kiss only to pull his shirt off, and he immediately then pawed at her soft, full breasts through her bra. She moaned as he leaned down to kiss her neck. 

His muscular body looked good next to her soft, slim curves. I was half in shock and half aroused. This was the kind of thing you would never really imagine seeing: the girl you love and fuck being like this with another guy. I felt myself growing hornier and hornier as I watched them.

He unhooked her bra, and laid her down on the couch which was strategically placed directly across from the bed. It was like watching the hottest porn star in the world having her tits sucked and her pussy gently and firmly fingered, but it was real, it was her. I felt jealousy kick me in the guts as his hands explored her pussy, his mouth on her mouth as he moved his fingers in and out of her, making her whimper. Her perky breasts heaved slowly with each deep breath as he kissed and sucked her nipples. 

She moved her hand down and unbuttoned his jeans as he touched her. Her small hands held his hips for a moment before she guided his jeans and boxers down. His cock was raging hard as it emerged, her small hands looking so innocent next to his large, smooth pink cock. His lightly tanned skin complemented her creamy, pale body. I felt a strange emotion, something almost like contentment, growing inside me. I nearly wanted to be happy with my place here and enjoy her pleasure vicariously.

And then she winked at me. She pulled away from the kiss for a flash of a second and winked at me with this bitchy little expression on her face. That was it, now I was pissed. My cock ached to fuck her tight little body, the frustration in me yearning to be released. I wanted to go over to the couch, grab her and throw her down, pin her to the bed and pull her hands behind her back as I fucked her senseless. I struggled against the restraints but no matter how hard I tried they wouldn't budge. This was absolute torture.

But at the same time I was so horny, I was so turned on, and now she was pushing him back against the couch. She was kissing down his neck like she does with me. All I could think about was those lips and how they felt when she kissed me earlier, now they were kissing him. Her kisses trailed down and ended up at his long, stiff cock. 

He kept his eyes on her innocent, sweet-looking face as though I wasn't even there. If I were there in his mind, I must have been a fly on the wall, insignificant. I wanted to do something to claim her, but what could I even do? She was more into this sex with him than she had been with me in a long time. Still, the fact that I wasn't even able to try and fuck her was torturous. Not only was I tied up but I couldn't even get hard. 

She leaned in with her mouth and was about to put her lips around his cock, when she turned to me and looked straight into my eyes with an almost smirking smile. She then immediately looked me up and down with a clinical expression, as though I were nothing but a mild annoyance, and then looked back to him. "That guy's a fucking loser," she said, before plunging his cock into her mouth. 

She bobbed her pretty little head up and down on his cock, and if that comment weren't enough to make my chest feel suddenly heavy with jealousy, his large hands then wrapped around her head. He began thrusting back and forth between her lips, pulling her head onto his cock. The worst part was that she looked up at him like she loved it.

This was the most confusing, conflicting feeling I had ever had in my entire life. I was so pissed off, so jealous, so mad - but at the same time, my cock was dripping precum like crazy, my balls were producing more cum than I knew they could, my entire body felt sensitive and horny. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen, better than any porn I could imagine. I looked up at the key, so teasingly close to my hand. Even if I were able to reach it though, I couldn't untie myself. God she was fucked up.

I watched as she pulled back from him and he placed his hands on either side of her waist. He got up and laid her on her back. His strong body leaned over her as he put his long, thick cock at her entrance. I saw her sexy little smile as she nodded, and he then inserted himself inside her. I knew how good that felt. 

Her pussy was the tightest, most perfectly ribbed creation that could ever milk a cock. I'd been with plenty of girls in my time but she was something special, and here he was, just casually sliding his cock into her. There wasn't even any lube involved. She always needed a little with me.

This whole thing felt like a huge slap in the face. I wanted to shove him off of her and fuck her, hold her how she liked it, angle my cock against her g-spot and fuck her hard until she was rendered to a useless, squealing, gushing mess. I realized that she wouldn't want me to when she could choose him instead. My cock ached and strained to grow hard but it was pointless. I couldn't offer her what she needed, the pounding of a big, hard cock. 

It didn't take long for her to be gripping his back firmly as he thrust into her, their rhythm was slow but so hot to watch. She fucked him back at times, her hips grinding to get him deeper inside her, and she moaned softly as he leaned down and kissed her, his finger and thumb kneading her hard nipples. 

She had one hand on his muscular arm and the other rubbing her clit, slowly at first, and then as his thrusts quickened pace, she matched it with her fingertips. Rubbing in circles, she would thrust her hips to meet his bucks and grind her pussy against him. Her moans turned to quick, small whimpers, and soon she cried out, "Fuck I'm gonna cum."

He then had the audacity to take a hand and place it around her throat as he fucked her. I knew she liked light choking sometimes, but she always made me ask her consent first. He just went right ahead and did it. She looked up at him in so much pleasure, her face contorting as she reached the pinnacle of building. She moaned as she came, him telling her in a low voice, "Yeah that's right, fucking cum for me baby."

Her body writhed below him, her shoulders shaking a little. It was obviously a far better orgasm than I'd ever given her. She pulled him down and forced him into a long, deep kiss as he fucked her slow and purposefully. 

Again, his pace quickened, and she kissed his neck as his thrusts regained speed. She looked into his eyes and said, "I want you to cum for me, I want your cum inside me, I want it all, please." He said he was going to give it to her, and only a few moments later, I saw his brow screw up and his head tilt back. A deep groan escaped his lips as he thrust balls deep inside her.

The competitiveness I was being forced to feel reached a delirious new height at that exact moment. I wanted to say something, to threaten him, but I knew how feeble that would be. It was done, his cum was inside her, there was nothing I could do.

My girlfriend then caught my eye and walked toward me. "I think you know what happens next, baby," she cooed. Her eyes sparkled as she crawled onto the bed. Before I knew it, she was above me, her pussy hovering just slightly above my mouth. "Open up," she said.

"Why?" I asked, one last-ditch attempt at defiance and preserving my dignity.

"Because if you want me to unlock you, slave, you will do as I say. Now, eat his cum, and see what a real man's cum tastes like. I already know how much better it tastes than yours, now it's your turn. Eat it, or else."

No less than a second after, my mouth was ravenously on her pussy. I put my tongue in her cunt hungrily, lapping up her wetness combined with his cum. It did taste really good, admittedly, better than my own. The pure, undeniable evidence of his coming inside her poured and trickled out onto my tongue. I gulped down the smooth, warm cum, and hoped desperately that she would stick to her word.

After she appeared satisfied with my efforts, she raised herself from my mouth and knelt back over my waist. She brought a finger toward my face, and scooped some cum off of my chin. "Whoops," she said in a cute voice, "looks like you missed some. We don't want that now do we?"

I shook my head and she looked for moment as though she were pondering something. She then turned to the other guy, who seemed to have been sitting on the couch watching her, and said, "What do you think? Should I unlock this loser, or do you want me again?"

He didn't give her an answer verbally, but his intentions were clear when he strode over to her with wide steps. He aggressively pulled her back off the bed, his arms wrapped around her waist and chest. He then turned her to the side, grinding his huge cock against her entrance as though her pussy were his property. He then pushed his cock inside her wet cunt, and I heard her gasp and giggle a little as she adjusted to the feeling of his cock inside her again.

He then picked her up with his strong arms and shoved her over the bed, so she was leaning down toward the bed facing me, and I could see his body behind her as he fucked her. "Oh god, fuck yes, your cock feels so good, don't stop," my girlfriend cried out as he slammed into her. Seeing all the ways her face twisted in pleasure so close up was awful, but so hot. I hoped that I made her look even a fraction of that much in pleasure when I fucked her. Somehow, I doubted it.

One of his hands made its way around her throat while the other grabbed hold of her hip and pulled her tight against him with each thrust. I saw her eyes widen and then begin to close as she made unintelligible noises, obviously getting close, before she cried out, "Oh, fuck, I'm coming on your cock, don't stop, please!"

He didn't stop, ramming into her without remorse. He moved the hand that was on her hip and began pulling her hair, and soon after, he blew his second load into her. By this point I was sweating all over the bed sheets, my hair sticking against my forehead. When he pulled out of her, I watched as his cum poured out of her pussy and onto the floor. My entire body brimmed with rage like I had never felt before.

She ignored me completely, turned around as soon as he pulled out, and began kissing him intensely. She put her small hands on his chest as she kissed him, and when they broke the kiss, she looked him in the eyes and said softly, "I'll meet you upstairs." He nodded in agreement and left the room, making no acknowledgment of me as he did.

My girlfriend gave me a radiant smile, her eyes and face glowing with what could only be described as exhilaration and happiness. It was clear that this fantasy was everything she had hoped it would be in reality and more. "I'll be back to untie you and stuff in a sec, I wanna say goodbye to him," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. She then left me to the empty room and my cock straining against the cage.

After a few minutes, she came back down wearing her black silk geisha-style nightgown. I was so ready to be finally released from these ties, and unlocked from this chastity device. I couldn't wait to fuck her raw and fill her up with my cum. My entire body ached to hold her close and break her down. I needed her, more than ever. I needed to mark her as mine.

She came over and planted a quick kiss on my lips as she untied my hands, and then my feet. The red marks from where I had strained so much to get out of the ties were glaring against my skin. "Thank god, finally," I said with a sigh. I handed her the key. "Found it."

She looked at the key quizzically when it landed in her open palm. She raised her eyebrows in slight surprise and looked at me, and then said, "Oh, no, I'm not letting you out tonight."




Anything for Her



The words hit me like a ton of bricks. She had to be joking. "You're joking, right?" I asked. Of course she was joking. She'd want to take advantage of how good the sex would be after I was made to be that physically and mentally frustrated for so long. She'd want me to try and show her that I'm better than him.

She laughed a little. "Nope," she said. "I am dead serious. You think I want mediocre sex after I just fucked him twice?" I could see in her eyes that she meant it. She enjoyed keeping me desperate while the lived-out fantasy of hers still hung in the air. "Plus," she said, "I want his potent cum soaking up inside me. I like it in there."

She then gave me a big smile and put her hand around my caged cock for a moment, pondering it, before she started getting properly dressed. 

"I'll let you out soon... but, not tonight," she said in her classic teasing voice. "I'm enjoying this way too much."



Anything For Him



I am on holiday in Paris, staying in a small hotel with my fiancé, Chris. We are head over heels in love and spend each day exploring the City and visiting various sights by day and enjoying romantic candlelit meals in the evenings. It is wonderful to be spending so much time together and our love seems to feel even stronger.

We return to our hotel after another wonderful evening out, a little the worse for alcohol! We pounce on each other as soon as we are inside the hotel room, kissing, mauling and almost tearing each others clothes off.

Chris pauses a moment "Paula, would you do something really special for me?" he asks. "Chris, if you really want it I will do anything for you" I say. 

Chris reaches into the bedside cabinet and pulls out a bag from which he pulls something-an enormous grotesquely misshapen black rubber penis! I am shocked, just staring at this monstrous thing as he places it on the bed...

"I want to use it on you" he says "to fuck you with it!"

I can hardly believe it is even possible... the thing is far too big, at least three and a half inches thick and nearly nine inches long!

"Where did you get it?" I ask, gingerly reaching to pick it up, shuddering at the feel of it as I hold it in my hands. It is really heavy and it looks even bigger close up.

"In the Rue St Denis, I bought it in one of the sex shops while you were having your hair done"

I look deep into Chris's eyes and see how desperately he wants me to do this and I know I'm going to let him, no matter what. Suddenly I have an idea...before I have given it any thought I blurt it out...

"You know I will do anything for you Chris, I really want to but I'm afraid it will hurt and I'll have to make you stop" I say "Perhaps if you tied me down then I wouldn't be able to stop you?"

Chris smiles at me and kisses me tenderly. "You are wonderful, do you know that?"

With a mixture of excitement and fear I take my clothes off and lie back on the bed while Chris gets something to tie me with. My eyes are drawn to the dildo again. It is frighteningly large, massively thick with a bulbous misshapen head and huge knobbly veins along the shaft. I shudder to think what it will feel like inside me!

Chris returns with several lengths of soft nylon cord and a razor and shaving foam. I am one of those fortunate women who have very little pubic hair, just a few wispy blonde curls above my slit but Chris wants to shave them off, to have me completely bare.

He gets me to lie on my back in the middle of the bed and puts two pillows under my bottom then ties me spread eagled on it, my legs stretched wide apart, my arms above my head. Once he's finished I am completely helpless and totally exposed.

Chris then shaves the hair from my pussy and I feel even more exposed, even more vulnerable. Chris sits back to admire his handiwork and smiles at me.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks, gazing deep into my eyes. With my heart beating wildly I utter the words I know will make me totally his, completely at his mercy...

"There is nothing in the world I want more Chris, I really do, so if I ask you to stop, no matter what I say or do, even if I sound like I mean it, I want you to fuck me with it okay?" 

Chris smiles at me and I feel curiously relieved, all decision now taken away from me... all I can do is relax and enjoy it because it's going to happen anyway!

Chris undresses as I look on excited. I can tell by the bulge in his shorts how excited he is. When he takes them off his cock springs out, rock hard!

He climbs onto the bed and kisses me deeply, our tongues exploring, fighting and playing. It is wonderfully erotic, I feel like a beautiful finely tuned instrument waiting to be played. I feel his hands on my breasts, caressing, teasing, my nipples hardening to little points as he takes them between thumb and finger, gently squeezing them and running his fingertips around and around.

I moan as he kisses my face, my eyelids, my neck, working down to my breasts. I feel a trickle of my juices running down the crease of my bum as his mouth closes on my nipple and I feel his tongue circling around and around.

I want to hold him to me, to bury his face in my breasts to increase the pressure, his tongue agonisingly tantalising. I feel his hand, kneading, massaging, slowly working down my body and gently caressing my lower belly. 

By the time his fingers reach the tender area he's shaved above my slit I'm so excited my hips are rocking, jerking involuntarily, desperate to feel his fingers in my sex. Sensing my need I feel his fingers sliding down, spreading the hairless lips of my pussy as I moan with pleasure, his fingers massaging up and down my sopping wet slit.

I feel two fingers probing the entrance to my vagina and whimper aloud as they enter me, working deep into my hungry cunt. Gently he thrusts his fingers in and out, the palm of his hand cupped over my smooth wet pubis, massaging the whole of my cunt.

I whimper again as he begins to kiss his way down my belly, tenderly removing his fingers to make way for his mouth. Again I feel my hips thrusting upwards in desperate anticipation of his tongue. He kisses me softly between my legs...tiny little pecks with his lips until I am literally begging him to lick me...

"Oh God Chris, please lick it, lick my pussy, stick your tongue inside me!" I cry in desperation.

Suddenly I feel his tongue penetrate my vagina, swirling around in the entrance. It feels so good, I'm in seventh heaven, my breathing coming in great gasps as I feel his tongue worming around, searching out my aching clitoris.

I feel his fingers again sliding into my vagina, stretching me open as he works three then four fingers deeper and deeper inside me.

My clitoris is so sensitive; every touch of his tongue has me squirming with pleasure, writhing about within the confines of the restraints as he circles his tongue around the little nodule.

I am on the point of coming when I feel his fingers slide from my gaping vagina and I feel the cold hard head of the dildo probing between my widespread thighs. I tense a little as Chris splays the lips of my vagina with his fingers and I feel the huge blunt head of it nudging against my entrance

I realise I want it more than ever now...I am so excited I am aching to have it shoved up my cunt! Chris pauses a moment and then I feel the ugly great thing nosing into me, my vagina slowly stretching wider and wider as Chris increases the pressure.

It is frightening but incredibly erotic too. It begins to feel uncomfortable; the huge head is stretching my vagina so much. My cunt starts to feel sore, the massive blunt head wedged tight in the stricture of my opening.

I whimper as the pain increases, a throbbing stabbing pain with each advancing thrust into me.

"Relax, relax" Chris soothes me "Open yourself to me, relax the muscles, it's almost there"

"Oh God Chris I don't think I can, it's too big!" I cry. 

"Look at me" Chris says.

Looking down at him between my splayed legs, my hairless pubis thrust upwards by the pillows, our eyes meet...

"Bear down" he says "Like you're trying to push it out"

Panting and groaning in discomfort I try bearing down as if giving birth to it, trying to concentrate on relaxing my vagina. I can feel Chris pushing harder and suddenly I feel the massive bulbous head literally forcing my vagina impossibly wide, my pussy flowering and opening around it. I struggle and scream out loud as I feel the gigantic shaft sliding painfully, deep inside me!

"NO, No, please Chris, take it out, it's too big, Oh God it's much too big!" I cry in panic, moaning in pain... Yet I know full well he won't take it out...that thing isn't coming out of me until I've been well and truly fucked with it! Despite the pain I'm glad of it!

Chris smiles at me, writhing about on the bed with that huge great thing up me, my vagina stretched tight as a bowstring. It feels strange, nasty yet delicious; huge, cold and hard...unnatural but thrilling nonetheless!

"God you are so hot! You wouldn't believe how sexy you look with that thing inside you!" he says, holding the dildo deep inside me. I manage a smile...

"God it's really huge Chris, I didn't think I was going to manage it"

Strangely I feel really proud of myself...really feminine, able to take even this monster penis inside me. Relaxing somewhat it begins to feel a little more comfortable...

"Now I'm going to fuck you with it!" Chris says menacingly. "Fuck you all night long!" 

A shiver of excitement runs through me upon hearing these words and I feel the massive knobbly shaft begin to move slowly up and down, in and out of my cunt. The sheer size of it excites me, the large knobbly veins rippling against the insides of my tightly stretched hole.

Chris uses it as an extension of himself. Once he see's I can accept the whole thing he uses it just like a real cock, his cock, thrusting its way deep inside my body over and over again.

Faster and faster he works it. My wide opened vagina hungrily welcoming each delicious thrust, my hips bucking, rising up to meet the huge thrusting rubber cock. Relentlessly he fucks me with it, pumping it in and out rhythmically, with the friction hard against my tightened pussy.

I open my eyes to see Chris gazing lovingly at me, watching my reactions. He moves up to kiss me again, not missing a beat as he fucks me with it. His tongue invades my mouth, deeply and passionately and unbelievably erotic!

Slowly and inexorably he brings me to orgasm, his massive rubber cock driving me to ever increasing heights of pleasure until I am writhing and moaning uncontrollably. After ten minutes of this treatment I am practically delirious with pleasure, crying out in delight the feelings are so intense!

Without warning I surge against the restraints and come, crying out in ecstasy, writhing upon the thrusting dildo, my back arching to meet its assault! But it's not over yet, my orgasm only seems to harden his resolve and he redoubles his efforts, working the great rubber dildo faster and faster up and down, in and out of my spasming vagina as my cunt pulsed on the giant shaft.

Time and time again he makes me come with it, an agony of ecstasy, that giant cock forcing me to come until I am completely exhausted. Finally Chris stops pumping and lets it slide out of me. I wince as it flops out onto the sodden bed covers and immediately my cunt is unplugged Chris is upon me.

His cock, his real cock quickly finding my gaping entrance and plunging inside. By contrast his cock feels curiously small now, but hot and alive, his body crushing tightly against me, straining against me as he thrusts into me, again and again until with a ragged cry he too comes.

I feel his thrusting throbbing cock shooting hot jets of sperm deep inside me and he holds on to me like a drowning man, kissing my face passionately and breathlessly as the storm subsides. As his cock slides from me I feel a little sore but I have never felt so completely satisfied in my whole life! 



Anything for Him: at Work



Anything for Him: at Work

I

At 34, Jane Martin had begun to wonder if both sex and men were slightly over-rated. She had always liked sex and had had a fair amount of it, starting with a boyfriend whose cock she had sucked almost every day for her whole senior year of high school and to whom she had given her virginity, and then with quite a few more boys in college and in her first few years of living on her own. It had all been fine, and sometimes better than fine, but also disappointing somehow. The very first time that she had sucked her first boyfriend's cock, she had surprised herself by how much she liked it—there was something about kneeling there in front of him on the family room floor—but it had weirdly gotten less good as time went by, and neither he nor any of the other boys she sucked off or slept with had really seemed to know what to do with her enthusiasm. They were glad to have a mouth and a pussy to fuck—and one of them even persuaded her to take it up the ass one time—and she had a good enough time and usually came pretty hard when she was getting fucked. But she somehow felt as if there was something much more powerful inside of her, waiting to be awakened, and neither she nor any of these clueless boys really knew how to do it. 

Her most intense orgasms—the only really intense orgasms that she ever had—all came when she was by herself. For the last few years she had pretty much stopped sending out the necessary signals to win male attention, though she could have gotten plenty if she'd wanted. She was a good-looking woman with pretty all-American features, medium-brown hair, and a trim figure, just juicy enough to look voluptuous if she wore the right clothes, but not so much that she couldn't keep it under wraps in her business clothes. And she did now keep it under wraps, both at work and everywhere else, contenting herself with internet porn and regular masturbation sessions. 

Recently, even these private times had begun to be a little less exciting. She still had her favorite dildos, one that filled her pussy just right, and then another one, with realistic ridges and a slit, for her mouth. She was a little embarrassed even to think about that second one, about the way that she seemed to come so much harder when she was licking and sucking on it. But she still used it, and even toyed briefly with the idea of sending away for an expensive fake cock on the internet that was supposed to shoot out real come. That was the thing, though. She knew that it wouldn't be real, that none of it was quite real, and it was getting harder and harder to really give herself to her fantasies as she got surer and surer that they would never come true.

And then it all changed. His name was Dave—but then it didn't really matter what his name was because from the first time she saw him walking down the hall at the small public relations firm where they both worked, he was just Him, the man she couldn't get out of her mind. In fact, he wasn't much more than a boy—just 25 when everything started—and she never did know what it was that she had recognized in him at that first glance. Or maybe he had recognized something in her. 

In any case, she saw him walking down the hall, a handsome, boyish, dark-haired guy, not that tall—about 5'11"—but somehow looking taller because he had that long, lean swimmer's build that she had always been drawn to. But there was nothing boyish about his eyes or about the look that he gave her when their eyes met, when his gaze lingered on hers for just a second longer than seemed necessary, and when he smiled confidently at her and gave her a short, sharp nod. Before she knew or understood what was happening, she looked quickly down, away from his gaze, and she felt her knees weakening and a strange warmth in her lower belly.

She tried to laugh it off and gradually regained her composure, but when she was introduced to him a few hours later as they entered a staff meeting, and when he smiled that smile again, and took her hand, and said, "Yes, Jane and I have already seen each other," she felt herself melting inside and looked quickly down, unable to meet his eyes for more than a second. Only this time, when she looked down she found herself staring at his crotch for a long few seconds, in the course of which she could almost swear that she saw the faint, long outline of his cock thickening and twitching. 

It was lucky for her that she was able to sit down right away and that she didn't have anything to do or say at the meeting, because the rest of the hour was a strange, intense blur, in which she was conscious of nothing but the hot moisture of her pussy and the thrilling sound of his voice when he spoke up, as he did several times. Without knowing quite what he said, she could tell that he was extraordinary—smart, imaginative, and so oddly confident for a young guy on his first day. He had been hired into a position a clear notch above her own middle management job, which would ordinarily have pissed her off, given his age and inexperience, but which now didn't bother at all, because it was so clear that he was a truly special person—and because it felt so right that he should be in a position of power over her. 

It was a whole week later before they had a real conversation, but she didn't even wait until lunch-time before she started masturbating to the thought of him and to the remembered sound of his voice. She'd never touched herself at work before—she'd always needed all of her toys and some serious time to fantasize for a satisfying session—but on this day she rushed to the ladies room as soon as the meeting was over to be alone with her thoughts and to remove her soaked panties and plunge her fingers into her pussy. She held two fingers deep in her pussy and rubbed her clit with her thumb and remembered what he had looked and sounded alike. And then she thought of that thickening cock under his pressed pants, and came convulsively, as hard as she had ever come, struggling desperately not to make too much noise. Without even thinking about it, she then did something she had never done before, removing her fingers from her pussy and licking them thoroughly and eagerly clean. 

It wasn't until she worked her way up to her finger-tips and began teasing at the end of them with her tongue that she realized what she was really doing. She was licking his cock clean in her mind, savoring every taste of the pussy juice that had collected on it in her daydream fuck. And when she thought about that, she had to come again, this time just diddling her clit for a few seconds until she got back over the orgasmic peak that she had only just come down from. Holding her soaked panties tightly in her fist, she emerged from the stall to a slightly amused look from a female colleague. She could only manage a quick, embarrassed smile and then she almost ran back to her office. She didn't wash her hands because she wanted to smell and lick them again when she got there.

It was a whole week before he called her into his office, a whole week in which she made herself come two or three times every night and at least once or twice in the course of the work day, spinning more and more elaborate fantasies about Him, working her favorite dildo wildly in and out of her pussy, sucking on that pretend cock for all she was worth, and after the first two days working a new dildo in and out of her asshole, too. She'd never craved anything up her ass before, but there was something so compelling about this new set of fantasies that she had to keep pushing farther and finding new things to do to herself. She licked the pussy dildo clean now after she came—something that she'd never done before. She'd even felt a faint pull in the direction of the asshole dildo, but that just seemed gross and crazy, so she didn't put it into her mouth. For now, anyway. She thought about him so intently and so constantly that she could hardly believe he didn't know about it—if only by some new kind of sexual telepathy. But then again, she couldn't bring herself to look directly at him, so how would he know?

But somehow he did, and when she got the first email from him, the one that just said, "My office, please; now", she knew that something important was going to happen. She walked down the hall; at least she supposed she did—she couldn't remember later anything that happened between reading the email and finding herself in his office. She closed the door behind her, which was odd but felt clearly right to her. And she stood there in front of his desk with her eyes lowered, waiting for him to speak. For about five agonizing seconds, he didn't say anything and she was suddenly afraid, wondering if her behavior would seem bizarre to him, wondering if the hopes that she had only half-formed on the way down the hall were going to be disappointed. But then he spoke, quietly and distinctly. 

"Jane, I'm going to take a bit of a chance with you, but I think we have an understanding." She couldn't lift her eyes still, but she managed to whisper a "Yes," still not knowing for sure what he meant but feeling that she just needed to give herself to the experience. 

"Since the first moment I looked at you," he went on, "you've reminded me powerfully of somebody I used to know, somebody with whom I had a very special relationship. You don't look much like her—you're much prettier, in fact—but you send off the same vibes somehow, and you send them off very powerfully. As I say, I'm taking a bit of a chance, I guess, but I really think it's all right, don't you?"

Jane mustered a bit more voice this time and looked shyly up for a second at his eyes, which were focused boldly on her, and said, "Yes; yes I'm very sure that it's all right." She looked down again, but her senses were on high alert, and she heard him swivel his chair to the side. And then, almost as if she were willing him to say it, she heard his voice again, in a new and deeper tone. 

"Come over here, behind my desk, Jane; and kneel down."

Just a short week ago, it would have seemed completely unbelievable to Jane that she would follow such an order—submitting herself unquestioningly to a man she barely knew, and doing it at work, in an office where the door wasn't even locked. But now she almost raced over, never thinking to lock the door because He hadn't told her to and because she didn't want to do anything but fall to her knees in front of him.

And now, when she knelt down, it was like a dream, a dream that she'd been having every night for a week. There it was in front of her, the cock she'd been imagining, his cock, still in his pants, but unmistakably swollen and hard. She strained forward, trembling as she knelt there, but still didn't do anything until she heard him speak again. "Now, Jane, do just what you want. I'll tell you how you're doing."

With trembling hands, she undid his belt and unzipped his pants, spreading them apart to reveal his hard cock straining at his boxers where—Jane couldn't help noticing with excitement—there was already a large wet spot showing through at the head. She slipped her fingers eagerly into the fly opening of his boxer and pulled it free. It wasn't the biggest cock she had ever seen—though it was close, a lovely, full thick 8"—but for some reason that Jane didn't understand and didn't question, it was absolutely the best cock she had ever seen, the most beautiful and powerful, perfectly shaped, the cock that she'd been waiting for without even knowing it. She didn't exactly say all of that to herself, but she knew it all, then and afterwards, knew it in the two seconds that it took her to dip her head down, swirl the glistening come at the tip with her tongue, wrap her lips firmly around the mushroom head, and then slide those loving lips down almost to the base, until she felt the head pressing deep into her throat, deeper than she'd ever taken any cock. 

Why she didn't gag was a mystery. But she didn't. It was as if she was learning how to deep throat a cock—something that she'd kind of toyed with earlier but never worked at or mastered—all in one deep stroke. She held his cock deeply in her mouth, savoring it, and then lifted her head again up the whole length of the shaft, working her tongue eagerly over it as she went, giving special attention to the sensitive, oozing head of it, and then plunging her mouth back down again, even deeper this time, amazingly enough, and repeating the whole delicious motion again and again deliriously, for she didn't know how long—but probably only a minute or two—until she felt his firm hand on the back of her head, guiding her urgently up and down, but varying the pace and depth now to suit his pleasure. She followed his guidance instinctively—not that she had any choice, he was gripping her with such strength—and in just a few more strokes she could feel a kind of deep vibration through the shaft as he began to come. He eased her head almost, but not quite off his dick. He wanted still to be in her warm, wet mouth as he came, but to splash the come onto her tongue where she would taste it.

And she did taste it, jet after jet of it, as big a load as she'd ever swallowed, and tasting like—she didn't know what—just the taste that she'd been craving forever and that she now would do anything to have again, and again. She knew that she'd done a very good job on his cock—all of that hot come proved it—but she was listening again now for his voice as she gently licked at the sensitive head, making sure that there was no more come to be savored and that she had completed her task to his satisfaction. She was yearning for his approval, she realized, both because it suddenly seemed more important than anything else to please him and because she desperately needed to know that she'd have the chance to please him again. He had groaned deeply as he came, and she realized with a shock that she was whimpering and moaning, too, pretty loudly in fact, and straining for her own orgasm, which she knew would flood over her if she could touch just one finger to her rigid little clit. In fact, incredibly enough, she realized that she might come even without touching herself if she got one more taste of his come or, almost more important, an approving word from him.

And then her wishes came true again as he spoke out low and huskily. "That was lovely, Jane. You did very well." He was controlled and commanding, but she was thrilled to hear the excitement in his voice, too, and she knew that she had satisfied him deeply. Then he told her to take off her panties and leave them with him—"I want to feel what it did to you to suck my cock"—and he gave her one more gift. "And while you're taking your panties off, why don't you just touch yourself for one minute and let's see what happens. In a flash, Jane reached up to take the hot wet crotch of her panties in one hand and pull them down, wriggling them over her knees to hand to him. And just as quickly her hand was back on her pussy, working the swollen pussy lips in her fingers and just touching at her clit with her thumb. Within a few seconds she was shaking violently, heaving and coming as she had never come before, lurching forward impulsively in hopes of taking his cock back into her mouth again as she came. But he was already standing, zipped up and composed. He smiled down at her, there in a heap on the floor with her skirt worked up to her waist, her thighs soaked with pussy juice and a dazed look on her face. "You'll be hearing from me, Jane." And then he walked out the door, leaving her to assemble herself as best she could and totter back to her office.

II

Within a few days, she couldn't remember or imagine a time when she hadn't been obsessed with his cock. He took her cell phone number that first afternoon and then texted her with instructions after that. He liked to start the day by coming in her mouth, sometimes in his office, sometimes in his car, sometimes in a basement supply closet that didn't seem to get much use. He texted her the time and place, and she was always there early, kneeling and shaking with anticipation. If there was time, she would lick and kiss him worshipfully from his balls to his belly, nuzzling hungrily at his musky creases, whimpering with pleasure over and over, teasing both him and herself with small lickings and suckings of his cock before she finally couldn't stand it—or before he gave her a quick command—and she got down to the serious business of working her mouth up and down his shaft until he filled it with come. Every time was more exciting than the last; every mouthful of come was the best she had ever tasted. She couldn't believe it, but she just kept wanting him more and more. 

Most days he used her several times, sometimes for a quickie in his office in the middle of the morning, almost always at lunch, and then one last time before leaving for home. She never wore panties to work—after the first day she knew that without being told—so when he fucked her pussy on the second day, he only had to nod at his desk and she was bent over it with her skirt up and her moist pussy waiting eagerly for him. He was slow and steady the first time, filling her deeply and making her come twice before he finished himself. It was an incredible fuck, her best ever by far, but even as his wonderful cock filled her pussy she was missing it in her mouth. She didn't need to worry, though, because that time, and every time after, he had her lick him clean very thoroughly after he fucked her. She liked it best when he finished in her pussy just before her second come, because then she could turn around quickly and take him in her mouth to clean him off. And then she'd have her second orgasm that way, with his cock filling her mouth and without even touching herself. 

For the first week he alternated pretty regularly between her mouth and her pussy, using her three or four times a day and leaving her every time filled with come and wrung out with pleasure. She was so totally satisfied by him that she didn't really need anything else, but at the same time, she was so desperate to satisfy him in every way that within just a few days she began to wonder why he wasn't fucking her asshole, too. It was so clear to her—and she hoped it was clear to him—that she would do absolutely anything for him, that it quickly began to seem odd that he wasn't taking advantage of her ass. She'd never thought that much about her asshole as a source of pleasure—that one assfuck in college hadn't made much of an impression on her. All she could remember was that it was a little bit awkward and uncomfortable and that it was over pretty fast. 

But now she was suddenly thinking a lot about her asshole as a source of pleasure—his pleasure, she hoped, and then she knew that it would be her pleasure, too. She didn't know how to bring it up, exactly. The bizarre fact of the matter was that she didn't really know him and that they hardly spoke at all. Just a few firm words from him was all it ever took to command her instant obedience. And the most she ever risked saying to him was a meek and heartfelt, "Thank you" each time that he finished with her. That, of course, and her suppressed cries of pleasure and gratitude while he was using her. On the other hand, she felt in some other way that he knew her completely and that he must know how ready she was to give him her asshole if he would only ask for it.

The first meeting had occurred on a Monday; and the first blowjob on the next Monday after that. After he used her mouth and pussy so wonderfully through the whole work week, Jane had to endure a long and anxious weekend when she kept wondering if he would call or text her, even though she somehow knew that he wouldn't and that she wasn't going to be a part of his life away from the office. 

She was sure that she had pleased him through the week and couldn't really believe that he wouldn't use her again the next week. But still, he hadn't said or promised anything after she'd finished licking him clean on Friday afternoon, and she found it hard to fight down the fear that maybe he was through with her, that maybe he'd taken what he wanted and was ready to move on. There was that tantalizing remark on the first blowjob day about the "very special relationship" with the woman she reminded him of. That sounded promising. A "very special relationship" just had to mean something that lasted more than a week. On the other hand, maybe that other woman had given him something more, or had sucked his cock even more worshipfully—though Jane really didn't see how that was possible. And then again—Jane really hated thinking about this—that very special relationship had ended, hadn't it, so she was already trying to figure out everything that she could do to make sure that this relationship would be extra special enough to last a long, long time.




Anything for Him: at Work



So what that meant on the third Monday was that she was half crazed with thinking about a way to get him to use her asshole. She'd been using the dildo on her asshole at home since a couple of days after that first meeting. And on that endlessly long weekend without him, she found herself using it more times than she could count, each time imagining that it was his cock and that he was groaning in pleasure behind her. By the end of the weekend she could almost bring herself to orgasm with just that asshole dildo and without even touching her pussy. She just knew—it was amazing, but she really was sure of it—that if she actually had his cock in her ass she would come like a volcano. 

So when she received the Monday morning text that she was waiting for, it wasn't just her mouth that began to water with anticipation. Her tight little butthole began twitching and quivering, too—she'd never felt anything remotely like it before—and in an impulsive moment, just before she got out of her car to go in and wait for him in the supply closet, she took out the jar of lube that she had brought with her, put a generous dollop on her index finger, and then slid that finger several times in and out of her ass. He had told her to be there 30 minutes earlier than their 8:00 usual, and she hoped that meant that he had missed her over the weekend and was going to spend an especially long time with her, time enough to use her twice.

As usual, she waited for him on her knees, and when he came in just walked over to her to be unzipped and serviced. She pulled down his pants—sometimes he just had her bring his cock out of his boxer shorts, but she liked it best when she could get at his balls and butt, too, licking at the balls and stroking and kneading his ass cheeks to pull him deeper into her mouth. This morning she had full and glorious access to him, and she quickly got to work doing what she always did, which was to make this blow job the best and most loving one ever. The fact that her asshole was on fire with hopeful anticipation must have helped her to do that, because if anything he came even more and even harder than usual, groaning loudly—the basement supply closet was good for that because they didn't have to worry about being overheard—and then thrilling her with unusually explicit praise and a new request. "That was wonderful, Jane. Keep sucking because I want to stay in your mouth for a bit longer. Let's see how fast you can make me hard again."

She went joyfully back to work on his cock, more gently now because she knew how sensitive it must be after that first big climax. She rolled it around in her mouth, humming and purring and savoring the thick, heavy semi-hardness of it, which permitted her to hold it all in comfortably, in a way that she never could when it was really hard. After a few minutes, she dared to lift her mouth off of his cock for a moment and to begin nuzzling and licking at his balls, while she held his cock gently in her hand. And then—she hadn't known in advance that she was going to do this—she arched her back to slide under him and to begin working her tongue towards his asshole. He laughed quietly and rewarded her for her daring: "What a nice idea, Jane. Let me just get a bit more comfortable." And then he took a few steps back, and sat down on an old armchair—it must have been the place where the custodian took his coffee breaks—slipping off his pants completely as he leaned back into it. At that point, Jane almost dove forward, wrapping her hand around his knees, from the inside out, and lifting up his legs to drape them over her shoulders and to open a path to his waiting asshole. She plunged her tongue eagerly into it, lapping round and round, teasing and lapping both at the tight hole itself and at all the sensitive tissues right around it. She'd never even considered doing this to another man, but she took to it eagerly, thrilled to have a new gift to offer him, thrilled to taste and worship him in this new way. And doubly thrilled when she reached her hand up to begin caressing his cock again and she found it rigidly at attention, as hard as she'd ever felt it. She worked his asshole with her tongue for as long as he would let her, careful not to let her hand's movements on his cock turn into anything that would make him come before he was ready—or before he was inside her. After five or six wonderful minutes of rimming his ass, she heard him speak her name in his usual voice of quiet command, and she instantly stopped to be ready for his next instruction. There was a padded bench of some kind in the other corner of the supply closet, and he gestured for her to get over there and bend herself over it. They hadn't used the bench before, so she wasn't sure just what to do, but she quickly saw that it was low enough for her to stand flat with her legs spread wide and then to reach all the way around it to grasp her own ankles. Her loose dress was flipped almost over her head, and her pussy and asshole were completely open and exposed. She could only imagine what a picture she must make. 

Thinking of that picture, she did everything she could to call his attention to her asshole, sliding her butt back and forward the few inches that she could move it, and at the same time clenching and unclenching her asshole so that he couldn't help seeing how ready it was to open for his cock and then to close tightly over it. It seemed to be working, too, because as soon as he walked over to her she felt his hand reach out to stroke her butt cheeks and then kind of circle in towards her asshole. "It looks like there's something that you want, Jane." He was rubbing his finger over her asshole as he spoke, kind of teasing her with both his voice and his finger. "In fact, it looks as if this glistening little asshole has been all prepared for me with some nice slippery lubricant." He was working his finger in and out of her butt as he spoke, and she was shuddering with pleasure and anticipation, sure that she was about to get the ass-fucking that she craved so badly. 

But what happened next was a shock, a terrible disappointment—but also the beginning of another, incredibly exciting phase of this very special relationship. He took his finger out of her asshole and walked around to the other side of the bench, where her head was hanging down. And then he spoke to her in a new tone that she hadn't heard before—not angry, exactly, but hard and clear and strong, a voice that penetrated her as deeply as his cock ever had. "Lift up your head, Jane; you need to hear this." She took her hands from her ankles and struggled to a kind of half-standing position, still draped over the bench with her bare ass exposed, but lifted up on her elbows so that her head was at the level of his cock, which he was handling and stroking very slowly just out of reach of her mouth. "I think we need to understand each other a little better, Jane. You've been lovely so far—really you have—but it's time to firm a few things up and make some small changes to this arrangement." His talk of "firming up" seemed almost like a teasing reference to his incredibly firm cock, which he was jacking slowly back and forth as he spoke, causing little droplets of come to begin forming at the tip, just five or six inches from Jane's face.

"First of all, it was a little presumptuous of you to put that lube in your ass. Maybe I'll want your asshole lubed up when I fuck it, and maybe I won't. Second, it looks like you need a new way to tell me about things that you want me to do to you. I'll do what I want, of course; that's the only way this relationship works—but I'm interested in what you want, too. Who knows? Maybe you'll come up with some things I haven't thought of. So from now on, this is what you're going to do. You're going to write a letter for me every night, telling me what you hope that I'll do to you in the course of the next day. It doesn't have to be very long, but it should be very explicit. Then you'll print out that letter and leave it for me on my desk the next morning. Don't put it in an envelope, just leave it on the desk. Don't use my name—I wouldn't want to be embarrassed or incriminated if these letters went astray somehow—but just address me in the letter in the way that seems right to you. Oh, and one more thing. You should sign your own name, first and last, to show me that you're fully committed to what you're requesting."

Jane couldn't believe what she was hearing. She also couldn't believe how excited it made her to hear these instructions and to know that he was talking about their relationship as if it was going to last for a long time. It was scary to realize that she'd be signing her name to those letters—she never considered for an instant not following his orders—but she loved exposing herself to him, and this was just another kind of complete and trusting exposure. Her mind was racing excitedly as he went on, and she felt almost consoled for the deep emptiness in her asshole where she had wanted his cock so badly.

"Third," he said, "we need to finish up this morning's encounter, so here's how that's going to go. My hard-on is almost painful"—he was still stroking it as he spoke, a little faster now—" but because of your error I'm not going to be relieving myself in one of your holes." Jane struggled to choke back her little whimper of disappointment. "Instead, I'm going to jack myself off right here in front of you and shoot my load here"—he pointed to the leather covering of the bench that she was bent over—"and maybe on the floor, too, while you watch me. Then I'll leave but you'll stay behind for several minutes to clean up every drop of my come—I think you know how to do that, don't you?" Jane quickly nodded her understanding. "And then, after you're sure that you've done a thorough job, stay waiting here, on all fours, with that shiny little asshole lifted up high, while you count slowly to 200 and think about everything I've said. Then you can come upstairs to your office and begin your letter. Oh, and one more thing. Let's get you completely naked for this exercise. I'd like to take a better look at you while I jerk off."

Jane stood quickly and lifted her dress over her head and handed it to him. She had no panties of course, but she was wearing a bra—a sexy push-up one so she hoped it would be ok—and she tore that off, too, leaving herself completely naked. He signaled her to remain standing for a minute, looking her up and down with close attention—and, she hoped, with approval. His cock was harder than ever, standing straight up now against his stomach, so that seemed like a very good sign. With just a glance, he signaled her to kneel down at the bench again, and he began to stroke his cock more regularly, so close to Jane's face that she could have craned her head forward to lick it, but she knew better than to try that. His voice was husky with desire now as he stroked his cock and told her, "Speak now, Jane, and let me know that you understand me."

She wasn't even sure what she said, but she told him again and again, in a low urgent moaning voice, that she understood him completely, that she would do everything that he said, that she was so sorry about anticipating his wishes and putting the lubricant in her asshole, that she was eager to go upstairs and write him a letter and tell him more and more about what she wanted to do for him. He wasn't looking at her anymore, but he was listening to her as she went on, and in another two or three minutes he let out one of the deep groans that she already knew so well and loved so much, and his come began to splash out in several big, steady spurts, landing mostly on the padded bench cover but also dripping down its sides and onto the floor. She watched each jet of come as it shot out of the tip of his cock—it was like it was all in slow motion, somehow—and she noticed the special rhythm that he used, stopping and starting, alternating fast and slow, as he squeezed the maximum pleasure out of his orgasm, down to the last creamy drop of come. And then he held out his hand to her—she wasn't sure why until she noticed that there was some come on his fingers, which she slurped up eagerly.

And then he put his pants back on and left the room, taking her dress and bra with him, she noticed. "I'll leave these just outside," he said, and then he was gone. Jane went immediately to work, carefully licking every pool and drop of come off the top and sides of the bench, going over the major spots twice and three times to be sure that none of it was wasted, then finally pressing her face to the floor—which wasn't as dirty as she expected, though she noticed with surprise that it really didn't matter to her whether the floor was dirty or not. His come was on the floor, and his instructions had been clear, and she followed them unhesitatingly.

When she was sure that she had done a thorough job—and she didn't hurry at all even though a part of her mind was wondering nervously when the custodian would be arriving for the next shift—she arranged herself on all fours, face and lips down at the spot where she had found his last bit of come, ass lifted high and with her knees far enough apart to open her ass and pussy fully to view. She counted slowly to 200, then waited and counted to 50 again just in case she had been rushing in her excitement. Then she stood up in a daze, noticing as if for the first time that she was fully naked, in an unlocked room at her place of work. She picked up her shoes and opened the door carefully, peeking around it to see that the hallway was still deserted and that her dress—but not her bra—was lying on the floor a few feet from the door. She stole out to pick it up, but then caught and corrected herself, standing at full height and unembarrassed in the empty but public hallway. She waited another few seconds to make sure that really felt and appreciated the degree of her exposure and her obedience to his instructions. Then she slipped her dress over head and went upstairs to her office. It was a little after 8:20.

When she got to her desk she opened up her word processor and began to type her letter of the day. She hesitated a little at the opening. She knew what she wanted to type. She wanted to type, "Dear Master," because she felt so thoroughly and completely submissive to him. But after her mistaken presumption of the morning, she intuitively knew that that would be a mistake and that it was up to him to decide and to tell her if she was his slave, and if that was the form that he wanted to give this relationship. She was going to do everything he said as eagerly and unquestioningly as the sex slaves that she had read about; and she was going to submit to his every wish. But she knew now that he wouldn't wish her to take that big step on her own, so "Dear Master" was out. She settled on "Dear Sir," which seemed both businesslike—this was all happening at the office, after all—and very clearly and fully submissive.

After that, the letter just flowed, and she told him that she hoped very much that she would be sucking his cock again that day, that it would especially please her to be able to lick his asshole again since he had seemed to enjoy that so much, and that, although she understood completely that it was up to him if and when to use her ass, she was most excited by the thought of having him in her asshole. She told him that she was almost an asshole virgin, that there had just been one insignificant and un-memorable previous experience. She told him that he had been working on her ass with a small dildo, much smaller than his cock because she wanted to keep her asshole super-tight for him. And she told him that even though she was nervous that it might hurt to take him up her ass, the discomfort meant nothing compared to the pleasure that she hoped it would give him and that she knew it would give her. She didn't tell him how sure she was that she would come when he butt-fucked her—she didn't know if that was important to him or not. And then she added, thinking back to her morning mistake again, that she was going to leave work as soon as possible and purchase an enema at the closest drugstore so that she could be sure her asshole was clean and lubrication-free for him, as it would be from now until whenever he decided, if he decided, that he wanted to use it. Then she dated the letter and with a small thrill at the new line that she was crossing, she both typed and signed her name at the bottom. She was at his office a few seconds later, where he was on the phone taking care of some business or other. He didn't even look up as she walked in, laid the letter carefully on his desk, and went out.

After taking care of some other necessary business, she left almost immediately for the drugstore, rushing to be ready for his next message, rushing to make sure that her asshole would meet with his approval if and when he next wanted it. She was a little bit scared to think what it would be like to take him up the ass without any lube if that's what he wanted; but she was really scared to think that she might have missed her opportunity and that she might not be using her ass at all. As it turned out, she didn't need to worry about anything. 

At 10:15, she was in a stall in the lady's room administering a portable enema to herself and relishing the feeling of the warm liquid coursing into her asshole. Why had she never noticed before how good it felt to have your asshole filled up? She wasn't going to worry about it now, but just enjoy this whole new category of pleasures. And boy did she enjoy them. At 10:30 she got a text from him that just said "My office." She was there in about 30 seconds, and within 30 seconds after that he had locked the door behind her—a first—and gestured to her to remove her dress so that she would be completely naked—also a first for his office. In a flash, she was standing there before him, legs slightly spread—he hadn't said anything but it just felt right—shoulders back to display her nice, well-shaped tits which sagged against her frame just enough to prove that they were real. Her nipples were rigid with excitement, especially after he took them appraisingly between his thumb and forefinger stroking and flicking at them gently. She was looking down, of course; she could never really meet his gaze and now more than ever it seemed right not to try. But even with her eyes down she could feel the intensity of his gaze, and she thought she could feel that he liked what he saw. Certainly, his cock seemed to like it, and as he passed in front of her downcast gaze while he circled and inspected her, she saw with a little spasm of satisfaction that he was hardening again in his pants. 

He left her standing there in the middle of the room and sat back at his desk. "Jane, I just don't know what I'm going to do with you." She would have been worried if it weren't for the tone of his voice, which was almost playful now, more intimate somehow than it had been before. "You're really causing me problems. I came twice this morning, and that should have gotten me through to lunch time at least. But here I am, uncomfortably hard again, and hardly able to concentrate on my work at all after reading that letter of yours—and after thinking all morning about that shiny little asshole. You're creating some significant scheduling difficulties for me, but I think I can manage them. Anyway, I'm going to have to come again now, and given that this will be the third climax in two hours, it's probably going to take me a while. And I'm probably going to have to fuck you very, very hard to get off. I just have to decide where." Jane's knees were buckling and she was afraid that she was going to faint. Fortunately, the next thing he said was, "Come over here and suck my cock for a few minutes, while I decide where I'm going to leave this next load." Partly because she was so weak-headed, partly because it felt so right, Jane dropped to her knees where she was standing, and then crawled to him on all fours, dropping her head almost to the ground as she approached him, feeling her bare, tender nipples grazing against the carpet. And then she lifted up and took him into her mouth. His powers of recovery really were amazing—his cock was as hard as if he hadn't come in weeks, and she had to keep pushing and pushing to hold it in her mouth, working her tongue rapidly at the same time. She loved having it in her mouth as much as ever, but both her pussy and asshole were on fire now, from all the dizzying events of the morning, and from that enema, and from the thrill of what he had just said to her about a hard, hard fuck. 




Anything for Him: at Work



When he had fucked her in his office during that first week, he had just bent her over his desk with her legs spread on the floor. Now, after just a minute or two of her cock-sucking, he lifted her head off his cock to look her in the eye—his look seemed to go down into her belly—and told her to go over to a low, lateral file cabinet on an opposite wall. It was a warm wood cabinet, lower than his desk, and narrow enough that when she reached herself across it, her head and arms hung over the far side and her ass was lifted higher than at the desk. She positioned herself immediately, knowing that he would correct her position if necessary. But he seemed to be fully satisfied, and just a second after she heard his approaching footseps she felt his hands pulling her open butt cheeks even further apart to expose her quivering, clenching asshole to the cool air. He traced around her asshole with a finger, then put it gradually, firmly into her, feeling the slightly resistant sponginess of the tight little hole. Without lube, it wasn't as slippery and easy to enter as it had been, but it was still opening eagerly for his finger. Knowing now, almost certainly, that she was about to be taken up the ass, Jane was already struggling not to come, so exciting was the thought that his beautiful big cock would soon be replacing his finger. She didn't want to start writhing and wriggling in ways that would be distracting for him or make it any harder for him to control the pace of his entry.

He seemed to like what he was feeling. "Good girl, Jane," was all he said, but then she felt his cock, already slippery with come, pressing at her wet, swollen pussy lips. The feeling was too wonderful to regret, but even so she wondered for a moment if she was going to be denied her ass-fucking. "This is the kind of lubricant I prefer," he said, sliding his cock deep into her pussy with a single stroke, then withdrawing it slowly and taking with him a heavy, slick coating of her pussy juice. Pulling his well-greased cock out of her pussy he positioned it next at her asshole, and then just leaned forward, not pushing hard, but not accepting any resistance at all either, just sliding deep, deep home in her ass in a single, long, slow, steady, stroke. 

And then Jane did start coming, in a way she had never come before, deep rumbles that started somewhere inside her, between her pussy and her asshole, and that made her quake from within. She struggled to hold still for him as he stood for a moment with his cock buried in her asshole, just feeling its tightness. She managed not to move her whole body, but she couldn't keep herself from shaking and spasming, squeezing his cock rhythmically with the whole deep length of her asshole. 

She couldn't keep herself from making noise either, and it was a while before she realized that the deep prolonged groaning sound that she heard was coming from her own mouth. For what seemed like an eternity, she fought against the urge to buck and move on his cock, waiting for him to show her exactly what he wanted. And then, just when she thought she couldn't stand it another instant, he began to pull his cock steadily out of her asshole, stopping just as the big mushroom head of it was almost ready to pop free of her gripping sphincter. And then, when she was straining frantically to hold him in, not to lose the cock that she had been longing for, he slid it back in to the hilt, a little harder and faster this time than the first. And then the steady hard deep fucking began, and Jane's orgasm exploded through her whole body again and again until she almost lost consciousness. He must have fucked her like that for five or six full minutes, hard and steady and so, so deep, in the course of which she had orgasm after orgasm, each one building to incredible intensity, then fading briefly away before building inside her again. 

When he came himself she knew it unmistakably from the new, intense noises that he made and from the giant rush of hot come that filled her up and that tipped her over the last cliff into a shuddering last climax. When it was all over, and he was pulling his cock out of her ass, she had just enough strength and presence of mind to lift herself up off the file cabinet and turn around and fall to her knees so that she could take his cock in her mouth, licking and sucking it clean in an ecstasy of gratitude for the pleasure it had given her. It didn't surprise her to find herself licking him clean after he had come in her ass—she had known in advance that she would eagerly do this for him if he would let her. But it surprised her somewhat that the taste of it so quickly established itself in her mind, not as a good taste or a bad taste, exactly, but just as itself, distinctive and now addictive, because it was the taste of her most intense orgasm ever and, even more, the taste of her submission to him.

After she had licked him thoroughly and lovingly clean, he regained his composure somewhat and stepped back from her, pulling his pants on and putting himself back together. In just a minute, he was his usual controlled self, but it thrilled her to know what she had brought out of him, what she had given him. His power over her was greater than ever; it both excited and frightened her a little to realize that she really would do anything for him, to realize that the pleasure she took from submitting to him was so great that she would joyfully embrace any experience, even any form of exposure or humiliation, that gave her a chance to display that submission. But as great as his power over her was, she now knew for sure how much he valued the gift of her submission, and she felt that the bond between them was wonderfully strong. He felt it, too, and perhaps in reaction to that was even more brusque and commanding with her than usual. Impeccably dressed now, he looked down coolly on her naked body, crouched in submission and still glowing with the heat of arousal. He jerked his head sharply at the door and she leapt up in response, put her dress and shoes on as rapidly as she could and left his office.

III

And that's how it was that she found herself six weeks later in the single-use men's room of a nearby restaurant, bent over the toilet and with her hands against the wall, pushing herself eagerly back onto the throbbing cock in her asshole and struggling not to make too much noise as she experienced yet another of the peak orgasms that his assfucking always gave her. She knew this stall well by now. He had scoped it out, she assumed, and discovered the lockable door and the back entrance that would permit Jane to enter from the parking lot and be waiting for him when he entered. He often had lunch at this restaurant, eating usually with two or three of his executive colleagues—he and Jane had no public social life and, really, no non-sexual contact. 

She knew by text or email if he would be eating his lunch at this spot, and whenever he was there she parked her own car in the small employee lot behind the restaurant and ate her sandwich in the car—if she wasn't too excited to eat—while she waited for the text that just said "Now" and that meant she should go in the bathroom and wait for him. He always arrived just a few seconds after she did, though she wondered sometimes what would happen if some other man came in there first. Especially on the days when his texts were a little more directive—"Now; nude"; or "Now; all 4s." She also wondered what the restaurant employees thought of the flushed woman in the short, flimsy dresses—her wardrobe had undergone a transformation—who came in and out of the service entrance so frequently and disappeared into the men's room. She mostly didn't see anybody—it was a busy time and the staff were otherwise occupied—but every now and then she did, and she must have looked pretty strange and suspicious. But nobody ever said anything. Maybe he had paid them off. Maybe he even knew somebody who worked at the restaurant and had told them all about her and what she did for him. He didn't say, and she, of course, didn't ask.

The restaurant bathroom was just one of the places where he used her now. They'd had an awkward encounter with one of the custodians in the supply closet, so they didn't go there any more. After a particularly vigorous and noisy session one morning, they had found the night janitor, back in the building for some reason, standing just outside the door and leering at them. Dave had sent Jane back to the office and lingered a few minutes with the janitor. Again, Jane didn't know what he had said, whether he'd threatened the guy, or paid him, or just explained things man to man. When she saw him later that morning and was kneeling under his desk sucking his balls, he mentioned very casually that he might be sending her to give the janitor a blow job later that day. But he never mentioned it again, and she never knew what had happened or if he'd been serious about that. What she did know was that she would have done it unquestioningly and that whatever she thought of the janitor—a nice enough looking man, she guessed, for his age, which was about 60—it would have excited her as yet another demonstration of her subservience.

Maybe he didn't want to share her mouth with the janitor's cock, or maybe he just didn't trust the guy, but he stopped ordering her to the supply closet after that, and they did other things instead. His office was still a regular place for them, but she couldn't be seen coming in and out of there too many times a day. He'd rigged up a couple of projects that he was supervising her on, but even with that cover there was a limit to what they could hide, and although he clearly didn't worry about Jane's exposure, he apparently didn't want anybody to think that he had a social relationship with her. 

There was a roadside rest stop about five minutes from the office, and he often had her stop there and come to his car where she could kneel in the passenger seat and suck him off. There was a bathroom there, too, where he fucked her once or twice, but there must have been something about it he didn't like, because she didn't get sent there again. His new favorite spot was a Chinese restaurant in a strip mall near the office. They were only open for lunch, apparently, and he must have made some arrangement with somebody for them to leave the place open after they finished cleaning up in the late afternoon. 

At least there was never anybody else there when she arrived at 5:15, let herself in, made her way back to the private dining room in the back with the large comfortable booths, and stripped naked to squat and wait for him, ass raised high, on the bench nearest the door. He sent her there three, sometimes four afternoons a week, usually arriving himself before 5:30 so that he could spend a good long time using her mouth, pussy, and asshole, moving from one to the other, with small breaks in between while she stroked and caressed him, or licked his ass, or did whatever else he instructed her to do. 

By that time of day, he would always have come at least three times already, so he could last an incredibly long time, teasing her and himself with his starts and stops and changes of rhythm and then always building to an incredible climax in her asshole. Jane, herself, would come multiple times before the big finish in her ass, but she kept her shudders and movements under strict control so that she could always be giving him just what he wanted. He never tried to limit her orgasms or to order her not to come, though she kept half-expecting him to. She was genuinely frightened by the thought that she might be incapable of obeying such an order. He seemed to like the fact that she was so responsive and that she came so often and so hard, though that certainly didn't keep him from pulling his cock out of her pussy or her ass just when she was on the brink, if that was the moment when he felt like putting it back into her mouth. In fact, she knew that she couldn't help rewarding him for such frustration because when he pulled out of her at those moments and she was on the brink of coming, she sucked him with even wilder and more loving enthusiasm than at other times.

When they finished for the evening, and she had licked him completely clean as always, he usually just walked out, leaving her to gather herself and get out of there on her own. A few times he took her shoes and dress and purse with him when he left, and then she knew that she was to walk slowly through the dimly lit parking lot to her car, feeling her nakedness in the night air, and waiting to see if he had left her things where she could find them. Twice they were on the hood of her car, and she would deliberately slip her dress over her head, wondering if any of the passing cars were catching a glimpse of her, before getting in to her own car to drive home. One special evening, the clothes were nowhere in sight, but the car door was ajar and her keys were in the ignition. She drove home naked, with no wallet or identification, grateful that she had enough gas to get home and half-wondering what she would have done if she hadn't. She imagined herself explaining to a policeman that she was driving home naked because she was the sex slave of a much younger man and he had left her naked after he used her. The thought terrified her, but also excited her so much that her car seat was slick with pussy juice when she got home. In the dim light in front of her house, she knelt on the driveway outside the driver's seat door and licked the seat clean, relishing the taste of her pussy juice, and relishing even more the bits of come that were mixed in with it, having leaked from her well-fucked asshole. It somehow felt like the right thing to do, the thing that he would want.

They were in the sixth week now, and she still masturbated at least twice every night. She never saw him in the evenings. He didn't tell her what he did outside of work, and it would never have occurred to her that she had the right to ask. When she did ask him early in their relationship—or whatever it was—if it was all right for her to make herself come in the evenings, he looked at her strangely and said that she could do whatever she wanted when they weren't together as long as she was fully available to him during working hours, which he seemed to define rather loosely as anything between about seven in the morning and seven at night, Monday through Friday. He had to know that she would be available to him at any hour of any day, but he never gave her any indication of what he did with his evenings or weekends. What she did was to touch herself and think about him. 

It was lucky that she had his permission to come, because as she wrote her letter to him every night she became crazed with anticipation, and she could never have slept, or done anything else, for that matter, if she hadn't been able to take the edge off with her dildos. She was careful never to use anything very large in her ass, because she wanted to make sure that it remained tight for him. She was taking at least three and sometimes four loads of his come every day now, sometimes on a regular schedule, but then on some days and weeks very irregularly and at very odd hours with no notice at all. Just a quick text and then a deep fast mouth fuck in wherever they could get to fastest—his office, a stalled elevator, whatever he wanted. She was so fully satisfied by him that her evening letters were mostly just urgent pleas for him to do the next day all of the wonderful things that he had done on the last. 

She did always tell him in the letters how much she longed to swallow his come and to feel it shooting into her ass. He couldn't have failed to know either of those things, but they were so important and central that she just had to say them again and again. She told him in almost every letter that she hoped she'd be able to worship and lick his asshole. And then she gave a slightly different account each night of the favorite moments she hoped to repeat, sometimes suggesting slight variations of them. She talked to him about being fully naked for him in his office, about waiting for him naked outside the restaurant, about the very good job that she would have done on the janitor's cock if he had told her to. 

After the night when he had left her to drive home naked, she wrote one of her most passionate letters, telling him how excited she had been by thinking of him on her way home, how she had cleaned the seat with her tongue, and how she hoped that he would find other opportunities to test her obedience in public. Nothing had yet come of that request—she never knew whether her letters made any difference in what he decided to do. 

But today in the restaurant bathroom, she realized that she wouldn't be able to hold herself back from making a new request in tonight's letter. After she had licked him clean, after he had smiled down on her while she was licking, in a way that made her melt with pleasure, he left her kneeling and naked for longer than usual and didn't seem quite ready to zip up and get back to his lunch. These midday buttfucks usually lasted only five minutes or so, since he needed to get back to his lunch group. (She had no idea what they thought he was doing every day when he left the table.) He usually left her quickly and without saying much, but today he stood for a moment kind of handling himself while she knelt there. She wondered if she would be allowed to suck him hard again, and the thought began to excite her. Then she thought ahead to their next encounter, wondering if today would be a Chinese restaurant day and hoping that it would because then he'd fuck her ass for 20 or 30 deliriously wonderful minutes while she came and came. And maybe he'd even give her another exciting car-ride home. 

All of this took only a few seconds, and then she realized as he gestured her to one side that he was just trying to decide whether or not he needed to piss. He did, apparently, and as she knelt there just a few inches from his cock he stepped forward and unleashed a thick stream of piss into the toilet. She watched in fascination. As obsessed as she was with his cock, it suddenly seemed strange to her that she had never seen or thought about his pissing before. And now she couldn't take her eyes from his cock as the stream emerged from it, then slowed, then finally stopped as he took his thick cock into his hand, still half hard from fucking her, and shook the few remaining drops of piss into the toilet and then put it away and left the bathroom.

Jane had never in her whole life even thought about tasting a man's piss. What's more, she instinctively knew that he would be disgusted by the thought of her really drinking his piss. So she was disgusted by the thought, too. But it seemed terribly wrong, suddenly, that he had been the one shaking off his own cock after pissing. And when she thought of those last few drops of piss, she knew all at once how badly she wanted to have licked them up for him. It was her job—it was her privilege—to lick his cock clean whenever it needed cleaning, and here was a clean-up job that she had not been permitted to do. She thought, too, about how she could have held his cock while he was pissing, feeling the hot stream course through the shaft, watching as it declined into its last little trickle, and waiting patiently until it was her time to capture the last few drops on her waiting tongue.

She thought about it for the rest of the afternoon, more and more obsessively as he strangely failed to call on her or use her for the rest of the day. No command to come to his office and, even more disappointingly, no instructions about meeting him in the Chinese restaurant at the end of the day. Maybe he was just really busy—it had happened before; or maybe she had displeased him somehow, though she couldn't imagine how, and she knew from the way he had smiled down on her earlier that he had been especially pleased with her asshole today and with the way that she serviced his cock.




Anything for Him: The Honeymoon



The story of how Jane Martin became obsessed with her young co-worker and with his cock is told in Anything for Him: at Work, and you can read it there. At the end of that story, he tells her that he will be going on a honeymoon in the Caribbean, and that he expects her to follow him there so that she can continue to serve his special needs. She agrees joyfully to follow him. This is the story of the trip.

Day 1

His instructions had been clear and exciting. He and his brand new wife would be staying in a beachfront suite at an adult resort on a small island in the Caribbean. Jane was to book a poolside room at the same resort in one of a suite of rooms that had particularly secluded entrances, around the corner from most of the pool traffic. She was to fly down early in the day, check in as soon as possible, and be out on the beach waiting for him by the time he and his wife made their first appearance in the late afternoon. 

As for her wardrobe, he had given her guidelines, but left her to pick the clothes for herself. Three or four bikinis: not thongs—he didn't like the dental floss look—but cut on the back so that a good part of her ass cheeks would be showing; minimal string or tie sides; and very, very low in the front, so that she'd need to shave or wax her pussy.

A couple of beach cover-ups that shouldn't really cover anything—maybe mesh or something gauzy. Then, for evenings, several different outfits for dancing or bar-hopping—short, clingy dresses; tiny skirts and low-cut tops, some sexy sandals. And nothing else. No shorts, no pants, no bras, no panties.

She had loved shopping for the trip, loved it so much in fact that she kept having to sneak off and rub herself to a dizzying climax in the midst of browsing and trying things on. She found a few things in stores and specialty shops, a few things online, and to her surprise a few things in the teen department of a regular mall department store. It was incredible what young girls were wearing these days. Of course they were probably wearing those things in the right size and with underwear.

The visit to the waxing salon had offered its own special thrill. She decided on waxing instead of shaving partly because she thought it would last for the whole trip and partly because it seemed more exciting to have her pussy worked on in public and by somebody else, than to do it herself at home. She wanted to find a place where it would be done by a man, because that seemed even more exposed and because she thought that He would enjoy hearing about it. 

But all the male-staffed places seemed to be gay-oriented, so she contented herself with an attractive young girl—she couldn't have been more than 20—who gave her an almost flirtatious smile when Jane told her that she was getting bikini waxed for the first time so that she could wear a super-small suit for a super-special and very young man. When the waxing was done, the young woman gently grazed the just waxed area to make sure that it was smooth and then smiled again at Jane and said, "I think your special young man will love it. Anybody would." She let her fingers linger lightly, a second or two longer than necessary, on Jane's just waxed and sensitive skin, a few millimeters above her clit. And there was no question at all that this time the smile was flirtatious. 

Nothing happened; Jane knew without being told that she shouldn't have sex with anybody else unless he told her to. But even though nothing more happened, even though Jane had never been with a woman or even thought much about it, she almost came from the excitement of the encounter. Somehow everything having to do with him, and now everything having to do with this trip, was so incredibly charged with sexual feeling that it turned her on intensely.

She had been giddy and distracted the whole month before the trip. Now that she found herself actually there, in the lobby, then briefly on the beach just to check it out, and then finally in the room where she knew that she'd be serving him again and again; now that she was actually, really here, she was almost frantic with pleasurable anticipation. 

The truth is that she had been in almost the same state for the whole last six months, the whole time since she'd met him and then, just a week after that first meeting, starting kneeling before him two, three, and four times a day to suck his wonderful cock, or bending down on all fours to take it deep into her pussy or her asshole. Every single encounter with his cock brought her to new levels, or at least that's how it felt to her. And now, here she was, thousands of miles from home under a hot tropical sun, and getting ready to expose herself in ways that she'd never exposed herself before.

It's not as if Jane had never worn a bikini before, or even dressed a little bit sexily. And since she met him, she had been dressing more daringly then ever, and at his command she had more than once taken the thrilling risk of being naked outside. But the sexy dressing at work was still just sexy dressing at work, well within the ordinary limits of what a lot of women were wearing these days. And the public nakedness had been fast and anonymous, more like flashing than like really, truly exposing herself to the gaze of strangers. This was going to be different.

That's what Jane was feeling, powerfully, as she stood in front of the full length mirror in her room looking at herself in the first of her new bikinis, a pure white suite made of a clingy thin material that hugged the outline of her tits—she was no Dolly Parton, but they were full and soft and real—and did nothing to hide the hard little bullets of her nipples. You could see a little of the curve of each tit spilling from the outsides of the top, which gathered together to create a deep full cleavage in the middle. 

Jane had never worn such a revealing top before, but it was still no more outrageous than many others. It was the bikini bottom that was really daring, just a tiny triangle in the front, covering the absolute legal minimum and then a slightly larger triangle in the back, from which about half of her shapely ass cheeks protruded invitingly. If she stretched or moved or tugged at all on the bikini bottoms, her moist and swollen pussy lips would come into view. And even if they didn't, the outline of the pussy lips clearly showed through. Also, Jane knew, it would take no time at all for the bikini bottoms to be soaked through with her pussy juice, which would then begin to glisten obscenely on her exposed inner thighs.

It was a little bit scary, but it was also incredibly exciting, and as she looked in the mirror Jane loved what she saw. Her 34 year-old body looked very good, she thought proudly. She had always been lucky with her figure, and she had stayed in pretty good shape, too. Her belly wasn't super-flat like some hard-body young underwear model. But its very slight soft roundedness only made it look more inviting, she thought, and the tiny bikini was actually kind of flattering as it invited the eye to follow the gentle curve downward from her belly to the barely covered pussy below.

It was a suit that begged people to look, to notice her full tits and hard nipples and to stare hard at that pussy. Wearing it, Jane looked like exactly what she was, a sexually alive woman who was fucked deeply and often and who loved it. She shuddered with pleasure, threw a towel over her shoulder, and walked out of her room, down the walk, and out to the beach.

It was just a one-minute walk to the resort beach. As Jane rounded the corner of her building to glimpse the water, she was first thrilled by how beautiful it was—a half moon-shaped little bay, filled with blue-green water and lined by a secluded ribbon of beach, filled with little dips and twists and turns and rows of tropical vegetation that made for smaller and more private little sub-beaches. She was a little dismayed, too, though, to see that the moderately full beach was almost all couples, ranging in age from their 20s to their 60s, but not looking at first glance like an especially daring crowd. 

When she had heard "adult" resort, she thought at first that it might be a place for especially sexy vacations and even for swapping or group sex like she'd read about in her pornographic stories. But all that "adult" seemed to mean here was that there were no children or families—just lots of quiet couples and a few, a very few, other singles here and there. Most of the women were in bikinis, but nobody was topless, as she had half expected, and she couldn't help noticing that though many of the bikinis were pretty small, none of them was nearly as daring or extreme as her own.

She also couldn't help noticing the looks of interest that she was getting as she sauntered slowly down the beach, looking for a good spot to spread out her towel. Men's heads were turning as she walked, trying not to look too obvious or to let their wives see how they were looking. And women's heads were turning, too, less embarrassedly, more appraisingly, as if they were just curious and interested to see what another woman might be getting up to and getting away with on vacation.

Once Jane had taken in the whole scene, she was thrilled all over again, as she realized what a just right choice of resorts he had made. Too bad about the lack of topless sunbathing—she realized now that she had been excitedly ready for that—but it felt just right to be at a place where she would be obliged to stand out and to feel exposed in a way that she wouldn't have if everybody in the place had been going a little wild.

She walked a little ways down the beach, looking for a quiet spot to put her towel down. She didn't dare go too far—she wanted to be sure he would see her when he arrived. And, besides, she kind of liked the way that everybody was looking at her, so she wasn't looking for real seclusion. Not yet.

When she found the right spot, she put her towel down and sat on it, then gradually lay back until she was fully reclining, her body nervously and yet proudly on display. She lay there for 45 minutes, her head propped up slightly on an extra thickness of towel so that she could look around through her dark sunglasses and be on the alert for his arrival. She'd been in and out of one sexy daydream after another, reveling in the stares of passersby, squirming a little in the heat of the tropical sun and the heat that was building up inside her, almost unable to believe how excited she was by just lying there. It was almost as if he had a plan to drive her wild, and it was working already.

Just when she was getting ready to turn over, in hopes that she could somehow sneak a finger under her suit and just touch her aching little clit, she caught sight of him in the distance. He was emerging from a beachfront suite about a hundred feet away, but she knew it was him by the set of his body. As she watched, he held the door open for what seemed to be quite a young girl in a light blue bikini. But of course his wife would be a quite young girl—Jane knew that, she had to have known that, but it was still a shock to see the beautiful cheerleader type who was now approaching her, laughing and talking casually with him, as if she was perfectly at ease, as if she was his equal.

Maybe she was 23 or 24, but she looked like a college student, like the President of her sorority, maybe, but friendlier than that, smiling and chatting, the picture of youthful blond beauty. She wasn't voluptuous—her tits were a size or so smaller than Jane's. But they looked to be perfectly formed, and she was trim, sexy, and beautiful. She was also, as Jane couldn't help noticing, much more modestly dressed than Jane, and her bikini, while small enough to be sexy, wasn't particularly flimsy or outrageous. Which didn't keep her from being a knockout.

He looked beautiful too, of course and Jane's eyes flitted back and forth between the two of them, drinking in the sight of his lightly muscled chest, of his firm belly, and of the loose boxer trunks behind which Jane kept trying to glimpse the outline of the cock that she adored, that she hoped desperately to have inside her in not too long.

As excited as she was by the sight of his body, Jane kept looking back at his wife, at her face, at the swelling of cleavage that even her more modest suit revealed, and then again and again at her lower belly and at the small space of fabric that covered her pussy. What Jane realized, with another shock, was that she knew that pussy, even though she'd never seen it before. She knew it intimately because she knew what it tasted like, because she had been licking his wife's pussy juice off his cock almost every day for several months now. She knew the taste of that pussy very, very well. And what's more, she loved it.

She tried not to stare too obviously as they approached her and just hoped that her sunglasses kept it from being completely obvious how closely her eyes were focused first on his crotch, then on his wife's, then back and forth helplessly between them. 

As they were almost upon her, she could suddenly hear his voice, and it sounded incredibly strange in her ears for a reason that she couldn't at first understand. And then she realized what it was. He was talking to his wife as if she were his equal, not just letting his wishes be known in a voice of quiet command, but laughing and talking casually, holding her hand and dropping it, touching her lightly on the arm. And his wife was answering him in the same easy way, looking him directly in the eye, apparently relaxed and ordinary in his company. Jane shouldn't have been surprised—but she still was—to see that this young, beautiful wife wasn't in awe of her husband, wasn't trembling at every moment with desire and eagerness to please, but was just walking down the beach, having a good time. What power she must have to hold her own in that way!

As they passed her, Jane instinctively lay back and stretched herself out to be on full display for him. In fact, though, he barely glanced in her direction. It was his young wife who turned and stared at her for a full three or four seconds, clearly a little bit shocked and intrigued by Jane's super-tiny bikini and the ripe, nearly-nude body that it barely covered. Jane flushed with self-consciousness and quickly lowered her own eyes behind her sunglasses, letting herself be looked at. It wasn't personal, exactly—at least not for the young wife who as far as she knew had no acquaintance at all with this scantily clad older woman. But she was clearly fascinated to see how daring at least one of the sunbathers on this beach was. And Jane was thrilled to have attracted her attention.

They passed on a few feet beyond Jane and then set out their towels just close enough for her to hear their voices but not to be able to hear what they were saying. Pretending to be asleep, turning her head in their direction, Jane stared at them hungrily from the protection of her sunglasses and the brim of her sun hat. When he began to rub suntan oil into her back and legs a few minutes later Jane felt herself beginning to breathe heavily. And when she put suntan oil on him after that, and spent a long time at it, even smoothing it lovingly over his legs, front and back, and then over his chest and his lower belly—when her hands lingered there for a minute, and then she giggled and whispered something into his ear and giggled again—when she did all that Jane was suddenly so close to coming that she had to turn over to control the shuddering in her pussy.

Day 2

She had been naked and kneeling for fifteen minutes when she heard the door of her hotel room open at 7:30 am. It was always exciting to wait for his cock, to see if he was going to put her on all fours, or slide it right into her mouth; to see if it would taste of his wife's pussy, to find out how many times he would use her and give her his cum. But here and now, she was even more desperate for it than usual and trembling with excitement. 

Watching him on the beach yesterday had been so exciting it almost drove her wild. His body was right there, just a few feet away from her as he and his wife teased and flirted with each other, sharing their private jokes, acting like the horny, loving honeymoon couple that they obviously were. Jane didn't know what she'd been expecting, but whatever it was the reality was overwhelming, and she had actually cum once on the beach just from watching them, as she pressed her soaking pussy hard into the hot sand beneath her and stared at them through her dark sunglasses.

Then at dinner, she'd watched them again in the resort dining room, toasting each other, eating off each other's plates and laughing and talking, kissing every few minutes, while his wife's hand kept reaching under the table and sliding up and down in his lap. This was the strangest feeling she'd had yet with him—so intense and yet so, so frustrating. She didn't think she would have been able to bear it if she hadn't felt included somehow by the occasional quick glances that he shot in her direction to let her know that he understood very well the effect that they were probably having on her. 

Even more exciting was the fact that his wife kept staring at her too. She had followed his instructions and was carefully sitting where they would see her and where his wife, especially, would have a good clear view of how sexily she was dressed-in a clingy little mini-sundress that was very tight and low over the bust. As excited as she was, she knew that her nipples were clearly visible to anybody who was looking. And she was pretty sure that when she stood up there would be a glistening wet spot on the leather banquette that she was sitting on. 

She also knew that it was important to him for his wife to notice as much of all that as possible. So it thrilled and her and made her feel like part of their dinner somehow, to see looks that her wife was giving and to know that she was helping to create the sense for his wife that this was a sexy, naughty, exciting place. As frustrated and envious as it made her to see the two of them together, she was thrilled and so turned on to provide a little spice and inspiration for them—for Him, because he knew so well that she was in thrall to his cock and that every part of her was eagerly available to him. But also because she was helping to get his wife in the mood for who knows what, exactly? Jane wasn't sure, but when the two of them got up to leave together; and then when He pulled Her close to him for a kiss and she melted into his arms as he slid his hand down to her ass to squeeze it; and then when She gave a last quick interested look at Jane as they brushed past her on their way back to the room for what would surely be a long, hot, deep fuck. Well when all that happened, Jane knew for sure that she was leaving a terrible mess on the seat behind her. But she didn't care at all. And when she rushed back to her room to take out a dildo and fuck herself silly with it, she was thrilled to see that there was a telephone message, just saying curtly, "7:30."

So there she was as the door opened, naked, kneeling, eyes down, her mouth watering in anticipation, her pussy on fire, her tight little asshole tingling and ready. Without saying a word he stepped to her and she could see and smell that he was covered with sweat—he must have been out for a run—and wearing nothing but a pair of athletic shorts. He stopped in front of her and she knew from long training to pull down his trunks and take his salty, sweaty, half-hard cock into her loving, eager mouth. She almost came at the first taste of it, realizing immediately that he must have fucked his wife just before leaving for the run, because there was that special taste of pussy mixing with his sweat. 

She licked and sucked him hungrily, covering every inch of his beautiful cock with her tongue and taking it so deeply into her mouth that her lips encircled the base of it. She was just getting into a rhythm, moving her head up and down the full length of his shaft when he took hold of a fistful of her hair and pulled gently but firmly up, lifting her head off of his cock. 




Anything for Him: The Honeymoon



Her tongue reached out desperately for his cock, but then, when he pushed her head to one side she understood and started licking just as eagerly at his balls and the sweaty creases between his balls and his strong legs. She worked her head and tongue all around, licking him lovingly clean all around the base of his cock and his balls and working her way to his asshole. But just she started to work on his ass, he took hold of her again and thrust her head towards the floor.

She went immediately down on all fours, lifting her ass up high for him, pulling her knees apart to spread the ass cheeks open. As usual, he slid his cock into her dripping pussy for just a few strokes to lube it up—and to start her cumming—and then pulled it out and pushed it firmly and deeply into her waiting asshole. At that point, he didn't last long and neither did she, and within about two minutes, he had shot a huge load of cum into her asshole and was collapsed back on the floor, leaning against the couch while Jane—still trembling from her own orgasm—nestled her face into his crotch and gave his cock a thorough grateful cleaning with her tongue. After just a minute of that, he stood and spoke his first words to her. 

"Very good, Jane. You're doing a wonderful job." She knew that he was talking about more than just that morning's sex, and she trembled with pleasure at his praise. "She's watching you, and it's having an excellent effect on her. Keep it up. And see you on the beach. Be there by 10:00." And then she heard him walk to the door and close it. It was 7:48.

At 9:45, she was on the beach, back in the same semi-secluded spot as the day before. Today's bikini was a colorful print—or at least had as much color and print as you could get on a few square inches of material. It wasn't quite as flimsy as yesterday's suit, and Jane didn't think that her pussy lips would be as visible in this one. But even more of her tits were on display. It was kind of an underwire number on top that was low-cut all across, not just in the middle, and that lifted her tits up and just barely covered her nipples. She was going to need to apply some extra suntan oil to the newly exposed skin but she decided to wait until He and She arrived to do that. They showed up about 10:30 and once again, Jane lay back and spread her legs a little as they walked by, trying to make herself as open to their gaze as possible. 

And gaze they did, both of them, staring at her for several seconds and then turning quickly to say something private to each other and laugh a little bit. Jane couldn't believe how it turned her on to know that they were looking at her and talking about her, so as soon as they got settled a few feet away from her—a little closer today than yesterday—she sat herself up and began to work the suntan lotion into the creamy newly exposed skin of her tits. She spent a long time rubbing it in, her finger tips just grazing her nipples as they covered the soft naked flesh. 

And then for good measure she decided that her lower belly needed a little extra lotion too and she stroked and rubbed herself until she suddenly realized that she was almost masturbating in public and that several other heads had turned to look at her. Suddenly embarrassed—and so, so excited—she quickly turned herself over on her belly. But in just a few minutes she turned back again and lay down flat on her back, open to the sun and to everybody, her hands resting lightly on her upper thighs.

At about 12:30, they got up to leave for lunch, still talking quietly to each other and laughing over private jokes. She looked hard again at Jane as she walked by, and he whispered something in her ear that made her laugh again and say excitedly to him "All right, I will." And then they walked away.

Jane didn't have any special instructions for lunch so she went back to her room to think about the two of them and fuck herself again with the dildo, coming hard for the third time that day. Then she grabbed a very fast sandwich to make sure that she was back on the beach before they arrived.

They didn't show up until 2:30, but when they did Jane could immediately guess what they had been talking about earlier, and she was thrilled by it. His wife was wearing a new and different bikini, so tiny and clingy and form-fitting that it rivaled Jane's in sexiness. She was clearly a little bit embarrassed, but also clearly having a good time, and as she walked past Jane she caught her eye and smiled, almost as if she was sending her a message, a kind of a sisterly greeting from one daringly sexy girl to another. And then she turned back to her husband as they headed on to their regular spot on the beach, just 20 feet or so from Jane. 

Jane was doubly excited by this turn of events, excited first because his wife looked so fucking sexy in that suit that it was a turn-on to look at her; and even more excited because she knew that she somehow got part of the credit for the suit, for giving his wife the nerve and the idea to wear it. Closing her eyes for a minute to lose herself in sexy thoughts she almost missed it when he stood, said something to his wife and then strode away down the beach, giving her as he went by just one short, sharp nod in the direction of her room. 

She followed him immediately, passing him as he loitered a bit just short of her room, then letting herself in and leaving the door open behind her. He was there in a few seconds, before she even had time to get naked and on her knees. He was smiling—something Jane didn't often see—and there was a new sound in his voice as he spoke to her.

"I'm not sure I can come again right now Jane, but I want you to taste this." She dropped quickly to her knees still wearing her suit and took out his cock and started to lick and suck it. One taste, and she immediately knew what had happened. His cock had been buried in his wife's tight little asshole, and Jane knew that she somehow had been part of that, too, of getting his wife in such a sexy mood that she would give him her ass. She'd never tasted that on him before, and she had a feeling that this was the first time he'd fucked his wife's ass. She slurped hungrily at his cock, smiling up at him as he looked down at her, cleaning every inch of him and soaking up his approving glance. 

"Like I said earlier today, Jane, you're doing a wonderful job. I'm not going to come in your mouth now"—Jane couldn't stop herself from making a little whimpering disappointed sound, but she kept looking up at him adoringly—"and we're going to be leaving in an hour or so for an overnight cruise to a small neighboring island"—another little whimper from Jane-"but we'll be back tomorrow afternoon, and I'm going to give you some special instructions for tomorrow afternoon and evening."

Holding his half-hard cock in her mouth, Jane listened carefully to everything he said.

Day 3

After an early night—and after several sessions with her favorite vibrators, one for her mouth, one for her pussy, and one for her ass—Jane spent the morning on the beach sunning herself quietly and getting up her nerve for the tasks ahead. He had given her two sets of instructions, one for the afternoon on the beach and one for the evening. Both of them were going to stretch her limits in exciting ways—especially his instructions for the evening.

For the afternoon her task was simple and straightforward. She was supposed to go out to the beach in her bikini and be there by 3:00 at the latest. And then after about half an hour, she was to sit up and take off her top and begin to sunbathe topless. He said that he had checked with the resort staff and that they had told him there were no rules, exactly, against sunbathing topless but that very few women did it and that those who did became a little bit notorious. 

She understood everything. He wanted her to announce herself to the world as a sexually wild woman. He wanted his wife to see it. And he wanted to exercise his power over Jane, to keep pressing the limits of her obedience and her willingness to expose herself for his pleasure. He said that she could lie on both her stomach and her back to get an even tan—but she should definitely be on her back as soon as his wife walked by. "She likes looking at you," he said; "and maybe she'll want to keep up with you, too, and take her own top off. But whether she does or not, I know it will turn her on to see you." 

And that was enough to turn Jane on and to cause her lower belly and her wet, hot pussy to thrum with nervousness and pleasure as she sat there in her teeny black string bikini working up her courage to take her top off. It was 3:30, and she didn't know when they would be hitting the beach, but she knew that she had to be ready for them and that the time was now. Looking to either side of her she didn't see anybody taking any particular notice of her, so she took a deep breath and with trembling hands reached behind her back to unclasp the tiny top and shrug it off.

It stuck a bit, holding to her softly rounded tits for half a second before she got her hands to slide the cups gently away and fold the top up and put it to one side of her beach chair. Looking cautiously around, she saw a few people doing double takes as they caught sight of her, trying not to stare but staring a little anyway, turning to their husbands or wives and whispering something. Nobody seemed horrified or anything; but everybody was noticing and Jane was both mortified and so, so turned on, hoping that her hard nipples weren't too obvious to everybody around her—and then again, hoping that they were.

She had a sudden impulse to reach her hands back up and just graze her nipples lightly with them—she was desperate to be touched—but she resisted and lay slowly back on her chair, willing herself to lie still, to close her eyes, to relax and feel the warm breeze on her exposed breasts, and to give herself to her sexy thoughts while he waited for them to return. She knew that she should put suntan oil on all that newly exposed flesh, but she wanted to wait and do that when they were watching.

It didn't take long. At about 3:45, they appeared on the beach together, looking relaxed and very sexy and happy, her in the new tiny bikini that she had worn the day before, and him in just his regular trunks but with what Jane was just sure was a kind of half-hard-on making the outline of his beautiful cock clearly visible through the material. He was staring her way, too, and Jane was thrilled to think that she was an important part of what was exciting him as she lay there on her back in just her tiny bikini bottom, with her hard-nippled tits exposed to the world. 

He said something to his wife, and her eyes quickly swiveled to Jane, too, and then stared at her boldly as they both walked by to their usual spot, where they would have a good view of Jane. Just on an impulse, Jane removed her sunglasses and stared back at his wife, looking her straight in the eye and smiling as she walked by. And then Jane put some suntan lotion on her hands and began to massage it slowly into her breasts while his wife continued looking at her unapologetically.

Jane didn't want to get arrested or kicked off the beach, so she stopped herself—just barely—from squeezing and playing with her nipples. Exercising all her will power, she took her hands down from her well-oiled tits and lay back to close her eyes and think sexy thoughts while he and his wife both continued to look at her, whispering and giggling with each other the whole time.

The next couple of hours passed in kind of a daze, with Jane lying on view for the whole beach to see, but especially for Him and her. She lay mostly on her back, but turned over too, partly to protect her tits from sunburn, but also to press her pussy into the sand. She was so turned on that she was driven a little wild, but she couldn't touch herself in public or really give in to a full-scale climax, so she hovered on the edge of cumming for the whole time she was out there, exposing her ripe tits to the world.

When he and his wife left the beach in the late afternoon—doubtless to go inside for a hot, hard fuck—Jane quickly gathered up her things to return to her own room. She was trembling from the excitement of what she had been doing, and from the anticipation of getting back to the room and impaling herself on her vibrators. But also, maybe most of all, from her anticipation of what He had planned for her that evening.

She was supposed to choose one of her sexiest outfits and take a cab to a nearby club that he had scoped out already, and where he and his wife were also going to go dancing tonight. Once she was there, she was supposed to start drinking and flirting as much as she wanted, but to save her most outrageous moves for after they arrived. He wanted to see her dancing with different guys he said—"and dancing like the hot, fuckable slut you are, Jane," he told her. 

And then she was supposed to pick one guy and really go to town with him, dancing super-sexily, making out with him, doing everything but having sex with him on the dance floor. And to make sure that He and his wife could see everything. As for actually having sex with this guy—"I'll have to see about that," he said. "I'll find a way to let you know what I want you to do," he said. "And you'll do it. Oh, and by the way, don't bother to bring much money with you. If you're behaving the way I want you to, somebody else will be buying your drinks for you.

Jane had just looked at him and nodded when had said that to her. And as scared as she was to think about sucking or fucking a complete stranger, she knew that she'd not only do it for him if he told her to, but that she'd love it. In fact, she couldn't decide which possibility she was more scared of—that he would order to have sex with a stranger, or that he wouldn't. 

Following his orders to the letter, she called the front desk at 6:30 to order her taxi to the club. She had made herself come twice with her vibrators, but now, just a few minutes later she was fully aroused again, and she knew that she'd better choose a dark colored dress to wear to hide the wetness that would be sure to be leaking from her pussy. After hurriedly eating something from her mini-bar, she fixed her hair and put on an extra heavy coat of make-up and then took from her closet a slinky black mini-dress that she had bought just for a night out like this—a night when she wanted to let the whole world know that she was a hot slut going out clubbing. It was low cut, skin tight, and came just far enough below her butt that she thought she could dance pretty wildly without getting arrested. But if she leaned over . . .

And the thought of leaning over—of how she might be doing just that for a man she hadn't even met yet—well, that thought got her so hot that she wanted to run back and fuck herself again with the vibrator, but she didn't dare to because she didn't want to be late. She stepped into a pair of high heel sandals—not super high, but super sexy, with their little straps and spiky heels—and stepped out of her room. 

She had checked, and she could charge her cab ride to her hotel bill, so she didn't need any cash for that. She decided to go him one better and not to take any cash at all. That way she didn't need to carry a purse at all, and it somehow made her feel even more exposed and vulnerable and slutty to go out in just her tiny dress and absolutely nothing else.

The cabby was a young black man, kind of rough looking—tattoos and dreads- but with a nice smile when he checked her out appreciatively as she entered his cab. It was a short ride to the club and as she prepared to get out, she suddenly realized that she had been short-sighted because, although his fare was charged to the hotel, she didn't have anything to give him for a tip. Trying not to sound as nervous and excited as she felt she asked him if she could put a tip for him on the hotel charge, but he shook his head and said no.

He didn't sound mad or anything, but Jane was still embarrassed and hesitated getting out of the cab. Then almost at the same time, He and She drove up in their rental car and stopped right beside her in the cab as they maneuvered into a parking place. With a sudden inspiration, Jane stepped out of the cab and around to the driver's side—just a few feet away from where She was sitting in the passenger seat of her own car, looking out now, noticing Jane in her super-sexy outfit. Almost catching her eye, but not quite, Jane impulsively leaned low into the window where her driver was sitting, giving him a spectacular view of her tits as they rose out of her tight low-cut dress. 

Speaking in a clear, forthright voice, Jane said to him, "I'm so sorry I don't have cash for a tip, but I hope this will help—and she leaned further into the car and put her hand high up on his leg and gave him a quick soft kiss with her lips half-parted. Standing up and winking at him—he gave her such a sexy smile then, and she could have sworn that she saw his cock twitching in his tight pants as she took her hand away—she walked back around the front of the car, her ass twitching sexily with each slow, high-heeled step, and went into the club.

It took a minute for her eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, but when they did she loved what she saw: a large, low-ceilinged room, nicely decorated, a dance floor already half full this early in the evening, with lots of sexy couples and lots of singles too—but way more guys than girls—everybody dressed for hot weather and hot times, though Jane didn't think she saw any other women whose dresses were quite as tight and short and slinky as hers. It was a mixed crowd—black and white, tourist and local, but everybody looked like they were friendly and there for a good time.

Eager for her first drink, Jane wasn't quite sure what to do—she'd never been a girl to go to clubs or get picked up—but it really wasn't a problem. Walking slowly over to the bar, she was already attracting a lot of attention, and when she turned her back to the bar and leaned up against looking back into the room and the dance floor, it didn't take more than a few seconds before the first guy approached her, asking if he could buy her a drink.

"Sure, I'd love that," she said, giving him a welcoming smile, and before she knew it she had a cold margarita in her hand and was taking big sips of it, already feeling the rush of the alcohol and the sexy adrenaline that was pumping through her body. This first guy looked nice enough—a 30ish white guy, clearly a tourist, medium height and build, pleasant face, and friendly and flirty without being a jerk. She would have been happy to chat pleasantly with him under any circumstances, but when she saw that she was being watched—that He and She had taken up a spot down the bar and that She was sneaking glances at Jane every few seconds—well when she saw that, she took it up a notch and began flirting back outrageously, touching this new guy's arm as she talked to him, rubbing it, stepping in close to him every chance she got.

Before she knew it, she'd started on her second drink and was headed out to the dance floor with him. His name was Jason, apparently, though she didn't think she would remember that for long or that it mattered much. He wasn't much of a dancer, but Jane tried to make up for that, dancing as sexily as she could, shaking her ass back and forth, grinding against him, rubbing her hands up and down her own body as she went through her moves. She'd never been much of a dancer, but she had natural grace and ease, and she was doing a pretty good imitation of a dirty-dancing hot chick. 

Still, she felt like something was missing, and Jason, though he was clearly pretty excited about his luck in meeting Jane, wasn't really bringing out the best in her and the beast in her like she wanted him to. It was fun and sexy being out there on the dance floor, and Jane loved the looks she was getting from lots of people—especially from the two people who mattered most to her. But she wanted more. 




Anything for Him: The Honeymoon



She got her chance in a couple of minutes, when Jason went to buy her another drink, leaving her on the dance floor. He hadn't been gone more than about 3 seconds when another guy moved in on her, a young black man in jeans and a tight t-shirt, with a killer smile and a killer physique. Even more important, he had incredible confidence and was an amazing dancer, moving sexily to the music even as he walked towards her. And then when he really started dancing . . .

Jane didn't quite understand how it happened, but in another few seconds the two of them were dancing together like she'd never danced before, their bodies communicating directly somehow, gyrating in time, moving in and out of touch with each other, fitting each other perfectly. Somehow, it felt like they were fucking already, right there on the dance floor, not because they were really doing anything outrageous—not yet anyway!—but just because they felt so incredibly connected. 

At the same time, Jane felt completely connected to Dave and his wife as they first watched her from the bar and then moved towards her to begin dancing—also very sexily as Jane couldn't help noticing—just a few feet away from her on the dance floor. It had all happened so fast, and it was so, so exciting.

When Jason came back with the drink, Jane had already forgotten about him—she was a little embarrassed, but somehow she knew just what to do. As he approached her she made a kind of apologetic face at him, nodded to her new partner that she'd be right back, stepped over to Jason, melted into his arms for an instant pressing her tits into his chest and kissing him squarely on the lips, then quickly whispering in his ear, "Thank you, lover; but I have to do this now," before kissing him one more time, downing the drink that he gave her in a gulp, and returning to the dance.

For the next hour or so, she kind of lost track of time—and of everything else, except how sexy her dance partner was and how excited she was. The music never stopped, and neither did Jane, throbbing to the beat, moving in and out with him, grinding against him, and then, soon enough, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, flowing into his arms every minute or two to kiss him slowly and hungrily. 

She was so covered with sweat that her dress was molded to her like a second skin, outlining her hard nipples closely, her soft, tight ass, even the slightly raised shape of her swollen pussy lips. She wasn't coming out there on the dance floor, but she was on the edge of it the whole time, her pussy juice mingling with the sweat on her inner thighs and glistening on her bare legs in the flashing lights. 

Her partner was just right somehow, also loving the dancing, pressing back into her so sexily when they kissed, letting her feel his lovely, thick, semi-hard cock with each clinch, but then backing off each time to give her a little grin and continue the dance that was like the longest session of foreplay she'd ever experienced.

And there They were, too, the whole time, making it all so much more exciting as they moved sexily themselves, in and out of view, but always close. They weren't quite as outrageous as Jane and her partner, but close. Her dress was also tight and short and low-cut, though just a little less of each of those things than Jane's. They were laughing and talking as they danced, stopping to give each other long, grinding honeymoon kisses. And best of all, She kept looking at Jane every few seconds it seemed, and her looks were driving Jane crazy, making her dance even more wildly, making her grind her hips against her partner even more outrageously when he pulled her close to him and kneaded her ass in his strong, soft hands.

Just when Jane didn't know if she could stand it any more, sure that in one of the next couple of close clinches she was just going to start screaming and cumming there on the dance floor—just then, after more than an hour of hot dancing with a partner whose name she didn't even know, though she knew the feel of his cock against her pussy and the feel of his hands on her ass—just then He caught Jane's eye, looked straight at her, and then turned his gaze meaningfully to the back exit of the club and nodded his head.

Though they hadn't discussed it in any detail, Jane felt like she knew just what to do. She took her partner's hand, nodded towards the exit, and began to walk him out there. "I need a little air," she said, but then just smiled because they both knew that she needed more than that.

There was a small clearing behind the club, a lighted area with garbage cans, and a few parked cars and then a darker grassy area leading off into heavier vegetation. As they emerged into the relative quiet of the tropical evening, Jane felt the cooler air against her skin and it felt wonderful. She led her dance partner 30 or 40 feet away from the door and then turned to look back at the door, watching carefully to see if they were followed.

Nothing at first, so she just turned to face the beautiful young black man she'd been dancing with, ran her hands up his strong chest to his shoulder and then melted into his arms for a deep long kiss. His cock was like iron now, and it felt lovely and big pressed into Jane's belly. She wanted him badly, but she knew that she needed to wait to make her move, so she held the kiss a few seconds longer feeling his hands as they slid down her back and took firm hold of her ass.

Then sure enough, there they were, Dave and his wife, just coming out the door themselves, laughing and talking, staying closer to the lights. Jane knew that she and her partner would be just visible to them, a couple of shapes in the near darkness. But she also know that they had been watching her closely all night and that they would know exactly who she was even if they couldn't make her features out here. 

Dave knew everything, of course, but to his wife, Jane must just be that daring woman from the beach, the one with the super-tiny bikinis, the one who sunbathed topless even when nobody else did. And now the one who was grinding her hot pussy into a man she'd just met and kissing him passionately.

Looking back at them framed in the doorway, Jane could see them looking at her. And then she lifted herself up to kiss her partner again and to whisper in his ear, "I want to suck your cock," and then she dropped to her knees right there, fumbling at his tight jeans with both hands, desperate to get that cock out and to put it into her mouth.

Jane wasn't sure what excited her the most—the thought that she was about to have a stranger's hard, beautiful, dripping black cock in her mouth; or the thought the Dave and his sexy new wife were going to watch her while she went wild with it. The two thoughts together made her crazy with lust, and without even knowing it she was making little growling noises of desire as she finally got his belt undone and his pants unzipped and took his big cock into both of her eager hands.

And then her mouth was on it, and she was swirling her tongue around licking up the precum that already coated the head; and then she was almost choking herself taking the whole length of it down her throat and beginning to work her head up and down in long steady slow strokes, caressing his balls with one hand while the other snaked around his back to grab his butt and pull him closer into her.

She didn't know what would excite Dave and his wife the most, but she knew what she needed, which was to give this beautiful cock the best blowjob it had ever received and to be rewarded—soon—with a hot load of cum. So after just a few minutes of licking and swirling, she had found the good steady rhythm that he seemed to crave, and they were beautifully in sync, with him rocking back and forth fucking her mouth while she bobbed her head up and down, licking the tip of his cock with her tongue on each upstroke and then taking him chokingly deep on each downstroke. 

He was making soft moaning noises and so was she, and after some time—Jane was too crazed with lust to know how much—he suddenly grabbed her head tightly in his hands and gave half a dozen sharp, grunting strokes, filling her mouth with hot spurts of cum at each stroke. She swallowed hungrily, desperately, coaxing every delicious drop from his cock with her hands and her tongue, humping his leg with her pussy, realizing with a surprised thrill that she loved sucking this young stranger's cock almost as much as she loved sucking Dave's—or maybe even just as much when she added in the extra thrill of knowing that He—and She, too!—were watching.

She wanted badly to keep sucking, to make him hard again so that he could fuck her, but she didn't know for sure what Dave wanted her to do. So she made herself stop and just lifted her head and looked up at the spent, dazed young man towering over to smile adoringly at him and to tell him, "Thank you." 

Then she looked over at Dave and his wife, and they had moved several steps closer to her—enough so that she knew they'd seen and heard everything, enough so that she could see his wife's hand kneading Dave's hard cock through his pants, and she could see Him, too, looking straight at her and giving a quick nod that called her back indoors. 

Obedient, but whimpering with frustration, she crawled up her new lover's body, pressing herself against him as she pulled up to her full height and then stood on tiptoe to whisper in his ear, thanking him again and telling him how much she loved sucking his cock. Then she asked him his name, and he said, "James" and smiled back at her.

"I hope to see you again, James," Jane said, "it was wonderful." And she left him there to walk back inside. Dave was waiting for her just inside the door by himself—his wife must have gone to the ladies room—and he grabbed her quickly and spoke to her.

"Good girl, Jane, we loved watching that. But your pussy and your ass are mine—for now, at least. I'm going to take my wife home to fuck her—she's incredibly horny—and you should follow along within the next 10 or 15 minutes. I may need you later so leave your door unlocked. If you want to suck your new friend's cock again, that's all right, but don't fuck anybody. And if my wife ever asks you about what you've done tonight, make sure to give her all the details."

Jane's head was spinning and she couldn't quite take in what he was saying—Why would his wife ever ask her about tonight?—but before she knew it he was gone, walking out the club with his wife. They had their hands all over each other, Jane couldn't help noticing enviously. And then just as they got to the front door, She turned around and looked back into the room for a minute, her eyes going this way and that until they suddenly lit on Jane. Even across the dimly lit room, Jane could feel the power of Her look and stared back at her. And then She just shook her head back and forth, but with such a sexy smile, and then she laughed and left the club.

When they were gone, Jane realized that she didn't know how she was going to get home and that she'd need to ask the bartender to call her a cab and hope that she could figure out a way to pay the driver without any money. Thinking about how she'd do that, she began to quiver with excitement, still so horny from the evening's sexy work that she was barely able to stand. 

And then her eye suddenly lit on Jason, the nice young tourist guy she'd deserted for James. He was still at the bar, talking to a nice-looking girl, but Jane suddenly knew that she wouldn't have any trouble taking him away. Possessed by a combination of raging horniness and a confidence she'd never felt before, she just walked right up to him, approaching him from the side. Before he could say anything or even quite take in the fact that it was her, she put one hand low down on his belly and the other on his ass and lifted herself up to whisper in his ear.

"Jason, baby, I'm so, so sorry for what happened earlier. Please let me explain what happened and see if I can make it up to you." She was rubbing his stomach sensuously as she spoke, and the effect was hypnotic. While the other girl looked on with her eyes wide, Jason turned to Jane, and she stood on tiptoes to kiss him softly, then took him by the hand and led him to the door.

"I want to take a ride back to my hotel," she said, and then she whispered in his ear, "And while I'm taking a ride I want to suck your cock." Jason stammered that he had a car outside and they left the club holding hands, with Jason trying and failing to cover up the hard on that was suddenly showing very visibly in his pants. Jane was almost disappointed—she had kind of looked forward to sucking Jason off in the backseat of a taxi, with the driver checking her out in the rearview mirror. But that was all right, this would be good, too.

After kissing her hungrily and rubbing his hands up and down her back, Jason opened the door of his rental car for Jane—it was an open air jeep—and she hopped in, quickly lifting up her dress so that her bare ass and pussy were pressed against the seat. The parking lot was dimly lit, but there were lots of cars coming and going, so there must have been a lot of witnesses as Jason sat himself down behind the wheel, and Jane's head dropped straight into his lap. 

He interrupted her just once, to ask the name of her hotel, but otherwise neither of them spoke a word for the whole ride home, which took about 20 minutes this time, either because Jason got lost or because he didn't want the ride to end. Whatever the reason, Jane had his cock in her mouth the whole time, bobbing her head up and down, licking and sucking it, doing all of her tricks. It was a lovely, medium-sized cock, and it shot off in her mouth for the first time after about three minutes, but Jane just swallowed down the come and made gentle mouth love to the softening cock until it hardened again in her mouth 10 minutes or so later. 

She had unzipped Jason's pants to get at his cock, and she was able to stroke his balls a little too as he drove, even reaching her fingers around far enough to play with his asshole. That drove him over the edge and just as they were pulling into Jane's hotel parking lot, she heard Jason groaning with pleasure and felt him lifting himself up off the seat to drive his erupting cock deeper into her mouth. She swallowed every delicious drop and was wondering if she could get him to pull his pants down the rest of the way now that they were stopped so that she could lick his balls and his asshole and try to get him hard again.

But then she suddenly remembered that she was in a hotel parking lot in an open-air car, and she had no idea who might be looking at her. And more important, she remembered that Dave had told her to be ready for him later. She lifted her head up quickly, looking around to see just one pair of eyes trained on her—a young guy who worked at the hotel smiling and nodding in approval. She winked back at him—though she didn't know if he could really make out her face in the darkness—and she lifted herself up to look Jason in the eye and to say good night to him. 

"Thank you for the ride, lover; and thanks even more for the chance to suck your wonderful cock." And then she hopped out of the car and walked away sexily, loving the thought that he was doubtless staring at her ass as she walked away and wondering how he'd ever got so lucky as to encounter a hot cock-loving slut like her.

When she got back to the room, she realized that she was completely drained, exhausted from the dancing, dehydrated from the drink and the sweat, but also ragingly horny. She couldn't remember another time when she'd been so close to cumming for so long, and she couldn't even tell any more how much of her light-headedness was from the drinking she'd been doing, how much from the wild dancing, and how much from being drunk with lust.

Her dildos called to her, but she had the idea somehow that she didn't want this feeling of wild need to end quite yet. And when it did end, she wanted it to be with Dave's cock buried deep inside her. She tore off her dress, leapt into the shower for just long enough to rinse off her sweat-soaked body, drank two glasses of water, and then went to arrange herself in what was fast becoming her favorite spot in the room, the softly carpeted area just a few feet inside the door and next to the ottoman that was just the right height for being draped over and fucked from behind. 

Making sure that the door was unlocked and ajar, she positioned herself right there, naked, on all fours and with her ass facing the door. After a while—she had no idea how long as she gave herself up to fevered dream/memories of the evening she'd just spent, of the outrageously sexy dance show she'd put on for the whole club, of the two new cocks that she'd just sucked—after a while, her trance was suddenly broken by the sound of the door opening, of footsteps entering the room.

She didn't even turn around to look, partly because she sure it was Him, partly because at this point it almost didn't matter who it was as long as it was a man with a hard cock. But it was Him all right, and just the sound of his voice was almost enough to start her coming as he spoke to her in a tone she'd never heard before, telling her that she looked beautiful there on the floor, that he was so hot and happy, and pushing his cock first into her pussy for a stroke or two and then into her waiting asshole without even pausing to have her lick him clean from whatever he'd been doing to his wife.

Maybe it was two minutes later or maybe it was ten that Jane found herself collapsed, limp, wrung out from an orgasm that seemed to have lasted the entire time that his cock was in her ass. She barely had the strength to turn around and crawl to it then, licking it clean slowly, inch by inch, tasting she didn't know what combination of his wife's pussy and ass and her own. 

"Sleep well, Jane," he told her; "Big plans for tomorrow." And then she heard the door close and collapsed on the soft floor. It was after dawn when she picked herself up to stagger to the bed for another several hours sleep.

Day 4

Jane woke up to the sound of a ringing phone. She had slept a deep, satisfying sleep filled with wonderful, lustful dreams of all the different cocks she had sucked in the last 12 hours, imagining them in her mouth, her pussy, her asshole and with Dave's wife there somehow, too, staring lustfully at her as she serviced James's big, dark cock, and Jason's, and, most exciting of all, Dave's. She was about to explode from the excitement of it all, when she suddenly came to consciousness and realized that the impending explosion was the loudly ringing phone by her head on the night-stand.

She groggily answered it, half wondering who could be calling her, and half knowing what the answer had to be. It was Him, all right, speaking in his usual low, commanding voice, the voice she knew so well and responded to so automatically.

"There's a day-trip leaving from the marina today to take a small group of guests to some nearby islands. Register at the front desk and be on the dock in 30 minutes. I think you'll know what to do once the trip is underway. Dress appropriately, and travel very light." She could hear him smiling as he spoke the last phrases, and then, before she had a chance to say or ask anything, he hung up.

She ate a hasty breakfast and put on one of her tiny bikinis and a flimsy, nearly transparent cover up, then went quickly to the front desk, where she registered for the outing, charging it to her room. It was all happening so fast that she felt like she was still dreaming as she headed for the dock, moving quickly to get there in time. It was so strange to be headed out for the day almost naked—neither the bikini nor the cover-up covered much at all—and with no other possessions and no idea at all where she was going.




Anything for His Mistress



Jess swiftly but softly got up from her place on the couch in the living room, where the TV continued to play "Boondock Saints," and the rest of the house slept. But Jess knew one person that wouldn't mind being awoke. She quietly walked down the hall towards Chris' room, not even bothering to knock before she slowly entered his dark room. She grinned to herself as she tiptoed over to his bed side and watched him for a moment. He was definitely asleep. She crawled onto his bed and positioned herself over him, straddling him as she rolled him over onto his back. She smiled and grabbed his hands, lacing her fingers with his as she leaned down and kissed his lips softly, then gently began to move her kisses onto his neck. Chris immediately began to stir, and his eyes opened in surprise as he tried to sit up.

"What the ... " he began, but calmed down a bit when he saw it was only Jess. He looked at her and laughed a little, raising a curious eyebrow, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing ... " she smiled innocently at him as she pushed him back into a laying position and pressed her lips against his, kissing him again. This time Chris just closed this eyes, deciding it might be safer not to ask questions, "Want me to stop?" she whispered seductively in his ear. Chris smiled and removed his hands from hers, replacing them on her waist.

"No, " he said simply.

"Good, " Jess replied and smiled, leaning over to kiss him again, this time her tongue parting his soft lips and exploring his mouth, mingling with his tongue ring. However, no sooner than she had ravaged his mouth with her tongue, she was depriving him of it again, as she sat up and smirked down at him, "Don't move, " she said firmly, and got up from the bed, leaving the room. Chris did as he was told, being that he was her slave, and wondered what she was up to.

Jess left the room only for a brief few moments, before coming back in with an armful of secrets, shutting and locking the door. Chris propped himself up on his elbows as he just barely saw her moving around in the dark.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Did I say you could speak?" Jess stopped and looked at him sternly. Chris was slightly taken aback by her assertiveness and seriousness, so he just stared blankly at her for a second.

"Uh ... no, " he replied slightly timid.

"No what?" Jess took a step closer.

"No Mistress, " he bowed his head down.

"That's what I thought, " she nodded, as she gently ran her fingers through his hair, and as she got to the back of his head, she firmly but gently enough grabbed his hair and tilted his head back to look at her, "now behave and you'll be rewarded, " she said as she looked into his eyes and then kissed his lips gently. All Chris could do was nod, already anxious about this new attitude, and what was in store for him. Jess smiled and gently dragged her fingertips along his cheek, "Now lay down with your head at the foot of the bed, " she instructed him. Chris complied willingly, turning around in bed with his head by the foot of it.

"Like this?" he asked.

"Very good, " she smiled at him, "now ... " she spoke as she pulled off her hoodie, revealing a black lace up corset, complete with a satin black thong, and garters that held up her thigh-high fishnet stockings once she removed her pajama pants. She straddled him once again, sitting gently on his stomach and gently rubbing his chest, with a grin on her face,

"Wow ... " Chris managed to get out as he stared at her body, devouring every inch of her. He reached up to touch her, and Jess gently slapped his hand, causing him to draw back his hand quickly, with a pout on his face.

"I didn't say you could touch, " she looked at him, completely serious, "you only touch when I say you can, understand?"

"Yes ... yes Mistress, " he nodded.

"Good ... now put your arms above your head like a good boy ... and don't struggle, or you'll be punished." she ordered him. Chris put his arms over his head and watched as she leaned over his face, first pulling his shirt off, then grabbing handcuffs off the floor. He so badly wanted to kiss the exposed skin that was now hovering over his lips, but knew it would only get him into trouble. Jess knew it too, and she knew it would drive him insane. She smirked proudly to herself as she cuffed his hands, making sure they weren't too tight, but tight enough so he couldn't get them off. She then crawled off of the bed and used rope to secure the cuffs to a bar under the bed, giving him only enough slack to raise his arms about three inches over his head. Without speaking a word, she then pulled something out of her little stash of goodies, and took her rightful place back on his groin.

"What do you have, Mistress?" he asked her, raising an eyebrow.

"Shh, " she smiled, pulling out a black satin blindfold.

"Oh no ... " he looked at her, squirming a little.

"Oh yes, " she grinned, putting the blindfold over his eyes, "lift your head, Chris, be a good boy, " she coaxed him.

"Oh fuck, " he groaned a little, lifting his head so she could securely tie it.

"Can you see?" She asked, licking her lips as she gazed upon her victim.

"No Mistress, " he said blandly.

"Are you lying?" She asked slightly firmer, gently digging her nails into his sides. This caused him to gasp and jump slightly.

"No Mistress! I'm not lying!" he swore.

"Good, " Jess smiled as she eased her fingers away from his smooth skin, "now, what do I wanna do first?" she smirked, thinking.

"Oh man, " Chris groaned.

"Ah, I know ... first I just wanna play with you a bit ... you know ... get you all worked up ... so you're at the peak of your sensitivity. That will make the experience much more enjoyable, " she paused and smirked, looking down at him, "for me anyway."

"Jesus, what are you gonna do to me?"

"All in good time ... " she smiled, leaning forward and lifting her ass off of his groin so she was on all fours hovering over him. Her lips grazed his gently, and wet his lips with the tip of her moist tongue, then drew back quickly as he tried to meet her tongue with his own. She repeated this a couple more times, each time letting him taste a little more of her kiss, but not letting him have what he wanted. He groaned in anticipation, pulling against his restraints, "Was there something you wanted?" she grinned.

"Ugh ... yeah, you know what I want, "

"I'm thinking its something like ... this ... " she leaned down and firmly pressed her lips against kiss, opening her mouth a little to let his tongue enter, gently sucking on the tip as her hands reached up to his own, locking their fingers again, in a fiery lip lock of uncaged passion. After about a minute of ravaging his hot mouth, she slowly pulled away to continue her seduction elsewhere. Her lips found their way to his earlobe, gently nibbling on it, then kissing it, and making a trail of soft kisses down his jaw bone and onto his neck, gently sucking on his skin. Her hands slid smoothly along his waist, grabbing his hips that she had such a sultry obsession with, as her kisses moved towards his left shoulder. She moved her attention back to his neck, and gently began kissing down his chest to his stomach, where you very lightly swirled her tongue around his belly button, and without warning, lightly dragged her nails down his side, causing Chris to draw in a sharp breath and pull against his binds.

"Fuck, " he groaned, "not this shit again, " he squirmed.

"You know I love watching you writhe beneath me. How I love having complete control over your every sense, " she smirked, licking the bare skin right above the top of his jeans, as she used her teeth to unbutton them, pulling them off his legs with as much ease as possible. She then moved her hands quickly to his outer thighs, raking her nails gently down to about her knees, then repeating this gesture on the inside of his thighs, loving the way he fought to try and stop it, with no prevail. Her lips gently kissed his stomach as her hands found their way back to his hips, and she began dragging her nails and fingertips ever so lightly along his skin, making him so sensitive, that even a simple on his delicate kiss would drive him closer to point of no return.

"God, you have to, " he grunted, "stop doing that. It's driving me frickin' nuts."

"Well ... if that's the case, then I assume you're ready for part two of my plot. Commence phase two of torture, " she smirked, getting off of him.

"Where are you going?"

"Just getting a little something, " she laughed slightly.

"Like ... " he asked, facing her general direction, even though he couldn't see her.

"Patience ... " she cooed as she got back onto the bed and on top of Chris. She smirked as she held up a large candle stick, lighting a match.

"Jess ... " Chris sounded worried, "Jess, what are you doing?"

"Calm down, " she said nonchalantly.

"But-" he began.

"No! Silence!" She said louder. Chris shutup immediately. Jess grinned as she lit the wick of the candle, then blew out the match, tossing it into his garbage. She smirked as she watched the candle burn and the wax began to drip down the length of the stick and onto her hand. It reminded her of something else and she had to snicker at the thought. She shook herself from her dirty thoughts and gently tipped the candle so that some of the hot wax dripped onto his stomach.

"Holy SHIT!" he yelled as he arched his back and yanked hard against the restraints, "Oh my GOD!"

"Mmm ... " she smirked a little as she was thrusted upwards when his hips bucked, "did that surprise you, baby?"

"Oh my GOD, yes!" He groaned and squirmed as he still pulled his arms up.

"You're not going to get out ... so stop trying." She said devilishly as she dripped more wax onto his stomach.

"Ugh! Fuck ... " he groaned, his back arching again.

"God I love it ... " she laughed, leaning down and kissing him, gently sucking on his bottom lip, "don't worry ... Mistress will make it better, " she smiled, blowing out the candle, She set it down and then reached into a bowl that she had also brought onto the bed. She picked up a cube of ice from the bowl and leaned forward, licking Chris' neck as her hand reached down and gently began to drag the ice along his skin where she had previously dripped wax. Another gasp of surprise escaped his lips as his back arched once again and the restraints were endlessly challenged by his will to get free.

"Jesus fucking Christ, you're gonna kill me!" he moaned softly.

"I know, " she grinned, dragging the ice along sides, then closer to the edge of his boxers, "hmm ..." she smirked as she pulled his boxers off and tossed them to the side, exposing his already hard dick.

"No, don't!" he begged.

"Oh but why?" she laughed as she moved down lower. She had a better plan. She put the ice cube in her mouth, sucking on it for a few seconds, then taking it out and putting it back into the bowl, and while her mouth was still cold, she took his dick into her mouth, gently sucking.

"Unh ... holy crap, " he moaned and thrust his hips up a little. Jess smiled with satisfaction as she sucked a little more, only teasing him, before pulling her mouth away and licking the tip, then kissing his stomach, making a trail of kisses back up to his neck.

"Am I being a bad mistress?" she said innocently, licking at his jawbone.

"Mmm, yes you're being a very bad mistress, " he moaned.

"But you like it, don't you slave?" she grabbed his wrists and squeezed slightly.

"Yes Mistress! I love it!"

"Tell me how much you love it, " she instructed as she sat up a little and pulled his hands to her mouth, taking a finger into her mouth and sucking gently.

"Mmm, Mistress I love it so much, I don't want you to stop, " he begged.

"Oh I'm not even close to done with you, " she smiled as she sucked on his finger again, "do you like the way I suck on your finger? Does it turn you on?"

"Yes. "

"Does it make you imagine my lips somewhere else, Chris?"

"God, yes," he squirmed a little. Jess moved back down, her lips close to his ear.

"Do you want me to suck your dick, Chris? Do you want me to suck it until you cum in my mouth?" she whispered sexily in his ear, moaning softly just for effect.

"Oh my fucking God, yes!" he moaned softly.

"Mmm, and I bet you wanna touch me too, don't you?" she ran her nails down his sides, causing him to shiver.

"I want to touch every fucking inch of your body, Mistress! I want you so bad!" he was now whining slightly.

"Well ... " she smirked and sat up, "we don't always get what we want, do we?"

"Ugh, bitch!" he groaned.

"Excuse me?" Jess raised an eyebrow at him.

"I'm sorry Mistress, I didn't mean it!"

"For that you have to be punished."

"No Mistress, please, it won't happen again."

"That's right. It won't. I'll make sure of that," she stood up on the bed, removing her garters and stockings, followed by her thong, moving over again. She didn't even warn him before she grabbed his throbbing erection and very slowly grazed the tip along her wet pussy, moaning to make him even more revved up, "Mmm ... it feels so good doesn't it ... and don't you even think about moving your hips, " she said sternly.

"Fuckin' A, Jesus ... unh ... " he groaned as he fought direly to keep his hips still, so badly just wanting to thrust upwards and breach her walls.

"Does it feel good Chris? Does it feel good to feel how wet I am, all over your cock?" she hissed.

"Fuck, yes Mistress! Please, God you have to let me fuck you ... please Mistress!" he begged as he clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

"Keep dreaming, " she grinned and moved away from him again, sitting beside him on the bed.

"Oh what the fuck, " he groaned, now squirming uncontrollably.

"Now we won't be making any more slips of the tongue, will we slave? We didn't like what happened, did we?"

"No Mistress, I promise it won't happen again."

"That's my boy ... " she smiled and kissed his lips, "show your Mistress that you love her."

"Mmm, " he moaned softly as he captured her lips with his own, kissing her deeply, wanting so badly to run his fingers through her hair or down her back.

"I think I want you to give me a little attention now, Chris, " she smirked, reaching and untying his blindfold, "is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress, whatever you desire ... " he nodded as he stared at her, so eager to touch her.

"That's a good boy ... " she smiled and reached over, untying the rope, then taking the key to the handcuffs off of the dresser, "now when I let you free, you will not move until I give you permission. "

"Yes Mistress, " he agreed quickly, just wanting to be loose. Jess unlocked the handcuffs and let them drop to the ground, before first walking over to his CD player, putting a CD in, and hitting 'play', as "If" by Janet Jackson began to play, "Very clever, Mistress, " Chris grinned at her.

"I know, " she smirked and crawled back onto the bed, straddling him again. She could see the lust in his eyes, and she licked her lips at him, "touch me, slave."

"Say no more, " he said and then quickly sat up, his arms immediately locking around her petite frame, his lips attacking her neck in a barrage of sweet kisses, as his hands rubbed her sides and reached down to squeeze her ass. Jess moaned softly and grinned as she ran her fingers through his hair, tilting her head back slightly to give him better access to her neck.

"Untie me, " she instructed him, looking down at his face. 

"Yes Mistress, " he nodded, doing as he was told and untying her corset, helping her take it off, "you're beautiful, you know that?" he said as his hands caressed her back and he leaned forward to take one of her hard nipples into his mouth.

"Mmm, " Jess moaned softly and then tilted his head up so she could kiss his lips, before pushing him back down on the bed, "I want you to eat me, " she whispered against his lips.

"Anything, " he whispered back against hers. With that, Jess kissed him again and sat up, grinning and moving herself over his face.

"Like this, "

"Yes ma'am, " he agreed as his hands grabbed her thighs and pulled her down towards his face, kissing her inner thighs first.

"Ooh, " Jess moaned softly as she closed her eyes. Chris leaned up a little and stuck out his tongue, licking her slowly, causing her to gasp, and her breathing to get heavier. He then reached around and squeezed her ass as he plunged his tongue inside her, lifting his head up slightly as he darted his tongue in and out of her.

"Mmm, " he moaned as he pulled his tongue out, running it over her clit. 

"Ugh, " Jess whimpered as she reached up and started massaging her own breasts, playing with her nipples and biting her lip as she rotated her hips slightly on his tongue.

"You taste so good, Mistress, " Chris moaned softly as he reached a hand in and thrust two fingers inside her.

"Shit!" she whimpered, "Mmm yeah, tell me how good!"

"Tell me how good!" she moaned.

"I could eat you all day, " Chris replied, licking her clit as he fingered her.

"Let me taste how good, " she licked her lips and grabbed his hand as he pulled his fingers out of her, pulling them to her mouth and sucking on them, "Mmm, " she closed her eyes as she sucked his fingers clean.

"See how good ... " Chris watched her intently.

"Yes ... " she grinned, getting up, kissing his lips again, before turning around, and getting on top of him in the '69' position.

"Oh yeah, " Chris groaned as he soon felt Jess' lips wrap around his cock again, this time she began deep throating him. He grunted as he moved his face up to lick her pussy again, getting a little rougher than before, and using his fingers again.

"Ooh yeah!" Jess moaned, whimpering softly as she leaned down and took him into her mouth again, sucking him and taking as much of him as she could into her hot mouth, her nails gently raking along his inner thighs. All of this passion was becoming to much, and if it was too much for her, she knew Chris had to be losing his mind. Thinking quickly, she got up off of him, standing over him on the bed.

"Mistress, why did you make me stop?" he asked her.

"Come here, " she ordered him, getting off the bed. Chris sat up, getting off the bed and standing in front of her, putting his hands on either side of her shoulders as he leaned in to kiss her again. Jess reached up and grabbed his hands, moving them to her ass, "lift me up, " she whispered.

"Okay, " he nodded as Jess arms wrapped loosely around his neck, and Chris lifted her, pinning her against the wall, his hands on her upper thighs, just under her ass.

"Now fuck me, " she growled in his ear, gently biting his ear lobe. Chris' eyes widened and he pulled back slightly, looking at her.

"Are you serious? I can fuck you?"

"Did I stutter? Stop asking questions and fuck me, Slave!" she grabbed the hair on the back of his head and tugged.

"Yes Mistress! I'm all over this, " he eagerly licked his lips and then kissed her passionately, shoving his tongue into her mouth as he lifted her up a little more to allow himself easier access. Jess reached down to position his dick, so he could hold her up, and without hesitation, Chris pushed inside her virgin walls, moaning loudly upon entering. 

"Ugh!!" Jess whimpered loudly, biting her lip and closing her eyes as she felt him pushing so deep inside her, something she'd never felt before. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she clenched her teeth and tightened her legs around his waist.

"Are you okay?" he asked, holding her hips.

"Ooh, fuck yeah, " she moaned loudly, "fuck me!"

"Yes my Mistress, anything you say, " he grunted as he held her firmly and thrusted inside her again, harder than last time, causing her to let out a small squeal. 

"Mmm, yeah come on bitch!" she whimpered, rotating her hips forward.




Anything for His Mistress



"Unh, holy shit, you feel fuckin' awesome, " he moaned as he resumed his hard thrusts, kissing her roughly and deeply to quiet them both as much as possible.

"Yeah! Yeah!" she moaned into his neck, pulling away for only a second, reaching up and tangling her fingers in his dark hair, their bodies heating up, "take me to the bed, " she moaned, but still sounded demanding. Chris complied and lifted her with ease, pulling out only long enough to lay her on the bed. He remained standing, grabbing her hips and shoving himself inside her yet again, his hands rubbing up her body to her breasts, cupping them in his hands roughly as he fucked her. Jess moaned with pleasure as her hands clenched the sheets in her fists, trying not to be too loud. For a few more minutes this act of raw sex commenced, Chris pummeling into her with such lust and determination to make her orgasm, but Jess soon stopped him, getting on her knees on the bed.

"Why'd you ... " Chris started to speak.

"Lie down, " she pointed to the bed. Chris crawled onto the bed, lying on his back and looking up at her. Jess grinned and crawled over him, grabbing hold of his cock that was wet from her juices, and lowered herself onto him, moaning as she did so. Chris groaned deeply and laid his head back, closing his eyes as his hands immediately found their way back to her hips, guiding her up and down on him as she moved her hips in a circular motion while also moving up and down, Chris meeting her movements in sync with his own, Jess reached down and dragged her nails along his stomach and his sides, causing him to shiver as he thrusted up into her, his pace quickening.

"Fuck, " he groaned, massaging her hips firmly as he fucked her mercilessly from below.

"Mmm, " she moaned and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him into a sitting position and wrapping her legs around him. His arms encircled her waist, and she leaned down to his him as he still tried to thrust. Instead of pushing him back down, she got off him and laid down on her back, pulling Chris on top of her. She suddenly had an innocent look in her eyes and she bit her lip, coaxing him to her with her index finger.

"I know what you want, Mistress, " he smiled and crawled over her, kissing her neck as he spread her legs and entered her once more. She gasped with delight and again wrapped her legs around his hips. He grabbed her hands and held them over her head as he continued pleasing her, but this time slowing down the pace, letting her enjoy the experience.

"Mmm, Chris, " she moaned as his lips crashed against hers again, like the waves crashing upon the sand. He let go of her hands, and she wrapped them around his body, as he scooped her into his arms and continued his slow thrusts, kissing her deeply and getting lost in the moment himself. A couple minutes passed, and seemed like hours. She put her hands on his arms and pulled them out from under her, reaching for his hands and lacing their fingers again, kissing him deeply again after looking into each others eyes, their bodies glazed with beads of sweat and ecstasy. She finally just smiled at him, putting her hands on his cheeks and so softly kissing his lips, "thank you, " she whispered.

"Anything for my Mistress, " he whispered back and tucked a loose strand of air behind her ear, kissing her forehead. Jess smiled and then bit her lip as a grin spread across her face.

"Now you can finish what we started, " she whispered, reaching down and grabbing his ass, pulling him deep inside her, and moaning into his ear.

"Your wish ... " he started, but never finished, as he just began thrusting into her again, gradually speeding up as he felt his release nearing.

"Let me taste you now, " she moaned as she met his hips with her own, and they created perfect rhythm. Chris began to moan a little louder, his breath getting really heavy as he knew he was about to explode. He quickly pulled out, and as soon as he did, Jess sat up and replaced her pussy with her mouth, sucking on him until he finally came into her mouth, burying his fingers in her long brown hair as she swallowed every drop, so as not to make a mess.

"Oh my God, " he moaned as he looked down at her, "you're fucking incredible."

"Why thank you, " Jess grinned and licked her lips, pulling him down to lay beside her, still catching her breath from the amazing sex they'd just had. She looked at Chris and just grinned as he pulled a sheet over them.

"So ... " he started.

"Shh ... don't talk. Just kiss me, Slave, " she grinned at him, pulling his face towards hers. Chris reversed the action and instead pulled her towards him, pulling her top half over his own.

"I will do anything for my Mistress, " he smiled, and captured her lips again, engaging in a fiery kiss.