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In Control

By: Tongueman276



I had it made - or so I thought. I'd met this lady in a chat room when I was bored and exploring what the internet had to offer one evening. We hit it off and after a few months agreed to meet. The fact that we lived on different sides of the continent and that I was married didn't stop us and I was very pleased to find an attractive and extremely sexually active woman at the other end of my computer. One thing led to another and what with business trips and sick relatives, over the following three years I was able to meet with Marsha two or three times a year. Marsha is one hot babe who absolutely loves sex. We'd fuck and suck for hours and hours wherever we were. She blew me in a crowded movie theater, on a gondola going up a mountain, in a hot tub full of complete strangers, and in the men's room of a five star hotel.

Yes - everything was going great - I had a couple of weeks of incredible sex every year with a sexy woman who had quickly fallen deeply in love with me and would meet me wherever I was, whenever I wanted. I was firmly in control and having the time of my life.

Then came the holidays. I was enjoying some time off work with the family when I finally got a few minutes to myself and I decided that I'd give Marsha a call and see how she was doing - who knows, maybe a little phone sex might be good. She was HOT on the phone and could describe in intimate detail what she wanted to do to my cock and my balls and my toes and... - you get the picture. I'd stroke my cock and listen to the swish swish sound of the vibrator sliding in and out of her sweet pussy as she moaned and groaned about how much she wished it was my cock pounding her sweet love hole. 

When a guy answered the phone, the first thing I thought to myself was that I had dialed the wrong number.

"Is Marsha there?" I asked, expecting to be told that there was nobody there by that name.

"She's in the shower" came the unexpected reply.

My heart raced and my mind started moving at 100 miles an hour. "The fucking bitch is cheating on me," I thought to myself as I hung up the phone, shaking my head in disbelief. I guess I didn't have her put away in my back pocket quite as snugly as I had thought. She had managed to squirm lose and now she was using that fantastic mouth of hers to suck on some other guy's cock. Man did she love to suck cock. She could suck my cock for over two hours and show no signs of tiring. Her skills were unmatched by anyone I have ever been with before. She has a way of bring you right to the edge, then easing off and driving you absolutely insane with lust and when you finally do blow your load into that soft, warm, wet mouth, you fully expect to see the back of her head blown right off.

My first thought was, "Screw the two-timing slut". But then again, my hands weren't exactly clean and then there was that mouth. Shit! I knew I couldn't let her go that easily but I decided that I was going to make her pay for her recent digression. When I called her later on and confronted her with what I knew she tried to deny it at first but eventually came clean and begged my forgiveness - promising that she was just lonely and it would never happen again. The problem with hot women who absolutely love sex is that if you're not around to give it to them, they don't have to look very far before they can find it themselves, and I realized that this was the case with my sweet Marsha. Damn.

Anyway, I laid down a bunch of strict, autocratic, power hungry rules and told her she either followed them or I was history. I half expected her to tell me to take a flying leap but she just cried and agreed to do whatever I wanted. Things were looking up...

We had already arranged a week-end getaway in Sin City so while our plans for a week-end of fun went along according to schedule, my plans to teach her not to fuck around on me again went ahead at the same time. My flight was scheduled to arrive one hour before hers and I had instructed her to wear the short short leather skirt that I had bought for her awhile back and that panties were not an option. I'd also told her that ½ hour before the plane landed she was to go into the washroom and use her vibrator on herself but she couldn't come - just get herself ready for me. I wasn't sure if she'd be able to get the vibrator on the plane in her luggage, but evidently she managed.

While I waited for her to arrive, I had a couple of Bud and played some slots and there she was. I could tell right away that she had done as instructed. Her face was flushed and she had that look in her wild green eyes that said, "Fuck me long and hard and fuck me all night". We embraced and I could immediately smell her juices which must have been all over her skirt and fingers too I suspect. As we waited in the crowd for her luggage to arrive, she rubbed my cock through my pants making it swell to it's full erectness and I moved behind her and reached down and slid a hand under her skirt. I slowly inserted a finger into her vagina which was absolutely soaking with her juices and then removed it and ran it under my nose, deeply inhaling the fragrance that I've grown to love. As I glanced to my right a short balding man looked me straight in the eye and gave me a gave me a slight nod and a smirk as he moved away and headed towards the exit.

The ride to the hotel in the shuttle bus involved more sticky finger and Marsha managed to get my pants unbuttoned and she stroked my cock back and forth as the lights of Sin City sped past. We finally stopped at the hotel and quickly checked in and burst into the hotel room and fell onto the bed in each others arms madly grabbing at each other's clothing and tearing it off as quickly as possible.

Our tongues intertwined as our hands roamed over our bodies re-exploring what we had not felt for months. She gently ran the back of her soft delicate hand across the length of my penis making me groan into her mouth as my finger found her clit and began to gently massage it. The smell of sex quickly filled the room as we rotated around into a 69 position with myself on top and she quickly fed my rock hard 6 inches into her mouth and down her throat and began moving her head up and down and groaning all around my cock. I quickly got into the spirit and began running my tongue up and down the length of her pussy lips slurping away and trying to concentrate on something that would allow me to hold my load back so I could continue to feel the soft friction of her warm wet soft throat muscles massaging my cock forever.

I moved my tongue up to her clit and ran my tongue around and around it, teasing her until I knew that she couldn't stand it anymore, then I quickly ran my tongue over it which caused her to groan even louder and tense up which really made my cock feel great. I started to run my tongue back and forth over her clit while I slid two fingers into her soaking wet pussy and moved them around inside then began sliding them in and out, taking care to ensure that they made regular contact with her G-spot. Things definitely began to heat up when I sucked her clit into my mouth and ran my tongue all over it while it was inside my mouth. She began to buck her hips off the bed and scream out in ecstacy as my cock plopped out of her mouth. Marsha is good - but even she has a hard time concentrating on her cocksucking skills when she's in the throes of an orgasm.

After her orgasm had subsided, I took the opportunity to move between her thighs and as I positioned my cock against her pouting pussy lips she grabbed me by the shoulders and staring me straight in the eyes she panted, "Fuck me baby, Fuck me!"

Like you have to ask me twice I quickly started pounding away into one of the tightest pussies that I have had the pleasure to know. "Well," I thought to myself, "at least whoever was fucking her hasn't stretched her out". Yup, she was still grade A beef - no doubt about it!

When I felt my balls start to tingle I pulled out of her and got her up on her knees and slid myself back in from behind. "Now's my chance," I chuckled to myself as I reached down into my pants on the floor and pulled a tube of KY Jelly from the pocket. I rubbed some onto my index finger then squirted some more directly on her asshole. "What's that?" she asked - like she didn't know. I had tried to fuck her ass a few times in the past but it had never really worked. She had the absolute tightest sphincter muscle that God has ever made. I swear, it's a major battle to get my lubricated pinkie finger into that hole and she bucks like a bronco when I do and my cock is virtually an impossible fit. There was one time about a year before when I was loaded up on Bud and fucking her doggie style when I'd slipped out and when I rammed it back home I'd missed her pussy (honest) and had actually got the head of my cock inside her asshole but that was as far as I'd managed so far. But all that was going to change tonight.

I gently pushed my pinkie finger into her butt and it slid in easier than I had remembered. I soon had it out and my index finger in, but when I started to work a second one in she said, "Stop, it hurts". 

"You just lay there and deal with it" I replied sternly as I jammed my second finger inside, soon to be followed by a third. As I worked those fingers in and out I began to lube up my cock up getting it ready for the task at hand. I positioned it above her brown little butthole and began to push it in. My fingers must have eased the passage because I was surprised when my head pooped in and she let out a loud ARRRRRRHHHHHH. I didn't say anything as I started to stroke my cock in and out of the tightest passage imaginable. The pleasure was unbelievable. Meanwhile, Marsha seemed to be handling it ok - with her head buried into the pillow and the bedsheets gripped tightly in both clenched fists as she grunted out sounds that I had never heard before.

"Take this you two-timing whore" I kept saying to myself as I pulled my cock most of the way out of her ass and then unmercifully slammed it all the way back in. I quickly got lost in the reaming and before I knew it I was saying it out loud, "Take this you two-timing whore. Here's what you get when you fuck around on me. I'm going to ride the Hershey Highway all week-end long you bitch and there's nothing you can do about it."

Unfortunately, I couldn't keep this up for long and I quickly passed the point of no return. I rammed my cock as far into her bowels as I could as I grunted and groaned my way to a toe clenching ball bursting orgasm up her ass. As I slid out of her, she was whimpering into the pillow and I exclaimed out "Holy shit Marsha - that was incredible!"

Marsha raised her head from the tear soaked pillow and told me how sorry she was and that my ass was hers whenever I wanted it. All right - I was back in control again. Or was I? Stay tuned for the rest of the week-end.

In Control



The television wasn’t doing it. Just sitting in this hotel room wasn’t doing it. Billie needed something to do besides sit and play with herself. She had been on a two week education tour for her company and this was the tail end of the last week and she couldn’t have been more bored. Five cities and seeing nothing but the inside of a conference room or the inside of a hotel suite just wasn’t cutting it. She had to get out of here or go crazy. Just waiting for the flight out tomorrow at noon was excruciating for her.

Billie stood about five foot ten and weighed about one twenty five. She was firm and slender for her age and she supported her finest asset, (in her opinion), a pair of thirty eight D cup breasts. Men found them irresistible and they also enjoyed her long muscular legs and tight ass. However, being blonde and having brains was a complete turn off to a lot of men. No matter how they were packaged. That and the fact that she spent two weeks of every month teaching classes for her company all over the country did not help her with relationships. Most of them were short lived, hot and furious sexual romps that led nowhere. She was as bored with that as she was with these stupid hotel rooms. “Time for a change”, she thought.

She went through her baggage and found herself a sexy satin black dress that flattered her form. She also found some nylons and a garter belt with a set of black panties and a bra to match. She set about doing herself up. She showered and shaved and spent a long time getting her make up just right. She dressed carefully admiring herself in the large mirrored bathroom. She was well satisfied with the results of her work and picked up her small hand bag and took the elevator down to the hotel bar.

This town was not a large metropolitan center of commerce, just an average town and the residents used the hotel for everything from dancing to romancing at night. When she entered the bar, several male heads spun to admire her as she confidently strolled to the bar and took a seat. The bartender was on her like a hawk, “What can I do for ya?”

“In a tall glass, I would like to get a ginger ale with a squeeze of lime in it. I don’t really drink, I just like to socialize.”

The bartender eyed her with caution and then nodded his head and fixed her drink to her specks. He placed it before her and the large wedge of lime resting on the rim of the glass. He observed the low cut black dress showing her cleavage and studied her overall appearance. The paleness of her legs shown through the stockings as she crossed her legs and the glimpse of a garter strap holding up the stocking was visible. Looking at where his sight was fixed she adjusted her dress to cover her undergarments and gave him a smile. “Are you working”, he asked?

She was taken by surprise at his question and at first she was offended but then caught herself before she answered, “As a matter of fact, yes, but I’m particular,” she answered. This was not what she had planned. She was more in line for trolling for some guy for the night, but the sound of this aroused her in a way that mere sex did not.

The bartender leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear, “at my bar you pay ten percent of your trick and I’ll steer you to the money, how about that?”

The thought intrigued her and she had a lascivious smile on her face, “how about a flat rate of twenty bucks? You can get something off the John when he asks.”

The bartender picked up a glass and began to clean it with a bar towel inspecting some microscopic dust particle invisible to the naked eye, “make it thirty”.

“Twenty five and you got a deal,” she replied.

The bartender smiled and put the glass down, “deal, the drinks are on the house, but if a John pays for ‘em your drinking silver ladies, got it”.

“Got it”, and with that he was off down the bar working the crowd. Billie was experiencing a rush of excitement with this new development in her life and she was enjoying it. She had never before considered sex for hire and it occurred to her to be a sweet deal. She was intoxicated with the idea of it. It brought forth all sorts of ideas and possibilities and appealed to the bad girl inside of her. She wanted to play this role. It had nothing to do with money, but the opportunity to be a whore really excited her.

While she sipped her drink a man approached and sat beside her, “Can I buy you a drink?” He had on a pair of jeans and a nice sports coat with patches on the elbows.

Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the bartender shake his head. He rubbed an index finger around his thumb for money and followed it up with his fingers in the shape of a zero.

She looked the man right in the eyes and in a husky voice she said, “You can’t afford me”. The man looked like he’d been slapped in the face. He mumbled an apology and left.

At the other end of the bar she saw the bartender talking to a well dressed man in an expensive suit. She watched as they engaged in conversation and the bar tender nodded his head in her direction and the man looked at her. She gave him a coy smile and winked at him. She saw the business man nod his head in approval to the bar tender and he passed him some cash. They spoke a few words to each other and the Bar man eased toward her, taking drink orders as he went down the bar. When he got to her he picked up a towel and wiped the space next to her, “this guy has a wad of hundreds that would choke a horse. He’s looking for some action.”

A surge of adrenalin flooded into her and she seemed about to explode with it. She made her best effort to control herself and sounded calm as she spoke. “Tell him to wait ten minutes and come on up to room five twenty five, I’ll be waiting.” She reached into her purse and took out a twenty and a five and placed it on the bar next to her drink. “Thanks hon,” she said and slid off the bar stool and walked toward the elevators. She stopped half way and looked over her shoulder and saw the business man watching every step she made. She gave him another coy smile and continued walking.

Once in the elevator she felt her knees buckling and she had no idea what she was going to do when this guy showed up. Who knows what kind of weird sex he might be into and what she should charge him. She could feel herself sweating and it seemed like she didn’t have enough air to breathe. When the elevator got to the fifth floor she fell out of it as if she had been trapped in there for weeks. She straightened her dress and got a grip on herself and found her room. 

She checked her make up in the mirror and repaired any damage her excitement caused. Next she turned the air conditioner up and the cool air felt welcome to her. Then she dug around her suit case and found a couple of condoms she had in there from god knows when. She was nervous and didn’t know quite what to do and then she noticed the television bolted into the wall of the room and turned it on. This hotel had cable hook up to all the rooms and she went down the menu and found what she wanted, (a pay channel for porn movies), and charged it to her room. She closed the drapes and it was the ideal setting for an evening of paid sex. There was a little refrigerator there and she took out a few airline bottles of booze and placed them on the dresser next to a tray with a couple of paper wrapped glasses. Her suite had two double beds in it and both were made in the fashion of hotels everywhere, so tight you could bounce a quarter of it. She sat on the edge of one of the beds and lit up a smoke and waited for her trick. Outwardly she appeared calm and in control but inside she was tense and wired. She felt like a coiled spring.

After about ten minutes, she heard a soft knock at the door. She smoothed her dress and opened the door and let the business man in. He stood a little over six feet tall and was in his early thirties. He had a trim frame and looked as if he used the gym on a regular basis. He carried a bottle of scotch with him and placed it on the counter next to the airline bottles.

“Got any ice,” he asked?

“I’ll get some in a minute; let’s get the business out of the way first, shall we?”

“That sounds reasonable,” he replied and she noticed that he was nervous. This eased the tension in her and she actually smiled at the thought that he might be more nervous than she was.

“I begin at five hundred and from there it just gets better.” As she said it she placed her hands along her sides and seductively moved them up her body and cupped her ample breasts.

“What do I get for five hundred,” he sounded like all business but his eyes were locked on her cleavage. 

“Straight sex and a blow job that would know your teeth out,” she let her hands run along the hem of her short dress and she raised it just a bit and showed him her thigh high stockings and the snaps from the garter belt. “Guaranteed satisfaction I promise you that.”

“I have no doubt,” he was smacking his lips and his eagerness showed, “what if I want more?” She could detect a movement in his trousers.

“What did you have in mind,” as she asked this she assumed a sort of shy girl stance with a ‘come on get me’ look in her eye?

“Well ah,” he was visibly nervous and had a hard time asking for what he wanted. She went up to him and stood against him and spread her fingers along his chest and looked at him with her most lustful expression she could muster.

“What is it baby, just tell me and I’m yours?” He was even more nervous now than before, but he ventured an answer.

“I’ve ah, well I’ve ah never had anal sex before and well I thought that you, being who you are and all,”

“Relax hon, let me take care of you proper. Twelve hundred will get me all night and all the anal you can handle.” She put her arms around his back and pulled him into her and she rubbed her large breasts on his chest. He let out a gasp and brought his arms up and hugged her.

“All night, twelve hundred, deal babe.” He gave her a deep lingering kiss and she took his tongue into her mouth.

She disengaged him and tapped on the dresser, just put the money here baby and I’ll go get us some ice. She picked up the empty ice bucket the hotel provided and went down the hall to the ice machine and filled it up. She felt like she was going to explode with excitement and felt like she was entering into something that she would be a natural at. She had this guy eating out of her hand and she liked that, very much.

When she returned she found the money on the dresser neatly tucked under the bottle of Scotch. She placed the ice bucket down and retrieved the cash and put it in one of the drawers of the dresser. He was sitting at the table in the corner of the room watching a couple engaged in licking each others private parts. She fixed a couple of drinks and placed them on the table in front of him. He was about to thank her but then she got down on her knees and addressed herself to getting into his pants. He pushed the chair back a little for better access for her and she undid his belt and unzipped his pants. He wore boxer shorts and she found him easily and began to lick his penis in long strokes up and down his shaft. He already had an erection going but this was making him good and hard.  She stopped for just a moment and untied his shoes and removed them. Then she tugged at his pants and he rose slightly and she removed them along with the boxer shorts and laid them on the empty chair on the other side of the table. His cock was beautiful and about nine inches long. Not to big not to small, just right. She licked the head of his dick and the plunged her mouth over him and he let out a groan and placed his hands on her head. She took him all the way in and down her throat and he began to buck a little and she encouraged him to fuck her in her mouth. At first he was hesitant and then he went to town and griping her head he fucked her in her mouth and she felt him in her throat. He was off the chair and bucking into her mouth when she gently sat him back down and started to lick his dick again.

“I don’t want you to cum to fast now, honey, we have a lot of fun ahead us, OK baby?”

“Oh yeah,” was all he could say. He was immersed in his own lust and nothing else mattered.

“Let’s get you out of your suit here,” and she undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, while his stiff cock waved between them. She got him to stand up and she removed his jacket and shirt in one swift move and the man was naked. She sat him on the edge of one of the double beds and she turned with her back to him and her legs spread and unzipped the back of her dress and let it down her shoulders slowly. When it came to her hips she wagged them side to side and let the dress fall to the floor, and then she kicked it out of the way like a stripper on stage. When she turned back to him he was in awe. His eyes were wide open and he was thoroughly impressed at the sight of her. Her black panties and bra and the black garter belt with black stockings make her look like something out of pure erotic fantasy. His cock was throbbing like a flag in the wind. She let her panties down and when they hit the floor she flipped them up into his face with her foot. He caught them and smelled them and let out a moan of satisfaction. Just watching him get off on her was getting her a little wet. Controlling what she did to him, was getting her a lot wet.

She found a condom and tore the edge of the wrapper off and placed it on the head of his dick and with her mouth she put it on him. He was groaning with pleasure. She rose and straddled him. She guided his stiff dick into her wet pussy and slowly squatted down on him. As she did so she pushed him back onto the bed and brought her knees up to either side of him and began to rise and lower herself along his stiff shaft. He reached up to fondle her breasts through her bra and she deftly undid the clasp behind her and slid the bra off exposing her large breasts and raised nipples. She caressed his arms as he kneaded her and she raised and lowered her damp pussy onto him with a steady rhythm. She reached behind herself and felt his shaft as she moved along it and this cause him to arch his back and begin to grind himself into her.

“That’s it baby, give here,” and she began to move faster on him as he thrust up to meet her. “Oh baby, fuck me, fuck me hard,” she never closed her eyes but kept them on his face and watched as he contorted and struggled with his on coming orgasm. She made sure that she was touching his cock as it entered her because she knew it pleased him and his wife or girlfriend would never do that for him. He gripped her by her ass and began to pound her lifting his body off the bed to do so. She let him go for a few minutes saying things like, “that’s it honey, oh yeah baby, what a big dick you have”. She could feel his balls tighten up and she stopped him before he came. She slid off of him and caressed his torso pinching his nipples with her teeth and giving him little kisses all over his chest and neck. He was beside himself with want and his hands were everywhere on her. He stuck his fingers in her pussy and rubbed her clit and grabbed her tits roughly and pinched the nipples between his fingers. He kneaded her ass and rubbed her wetness on it. All the while his sheathed cock waved like a flag in the wind. Straining to release it pent up juices.

Then she crawled on to the upper portion of the bed on all fours and slapped her ass and said, “I want you to fuck my pussy hard. Really hard, make me hurt!”

He was behind her in a flash and he rubbed the head of his dick along the length of her pussy and it slid into her with a slurp and he was pounding her as if he had gone wild.

“Oh yeah baby, fuck me, fuck me harder,” she cried although she was not so much stimulated sexually as she was over controlling her johns actions. She arched her back and gave him the best shot at her pussy she could and let him go to town, all the while she coxed him, “Oh yeah, baby, oh your so good, you monster you, Oh yeah.” Then she felt him jam himself into her and she knew he was shooting a stream of hot cum into his condom. He groaned loudly as he pushed himself into her deeply several times and started saying, “Oh shit, Oh yeah, Oh my god that’s good, oh yeah.” She let him finish emptying himself and then she turned around and slid the condom off him and sucked his penis clean of his cum. He couldn’t be happier. His whole body glistened with sweat and his eyes were half closed in ecstasy. 

She laid him onto the bed and said, “Oh you were so good, I love you cock,” she fondled his limp penis. “Now you get a little rest for a moment and then we’ll do it all over again and this time we’ll get to what you really want, OK, baby?”

“Oh yeah, I’d like that.” He was trying to quiet down his breathing and she got up and fixed him another drink and brought it over to him and cradled his head in her lap while he sipped on the drink. He was a lot more relaxed now that he had cum and he began to talk. Listening to him talk she was a lot more relaxed and feeling in control of this guys every move. She listened to him as he babbled on about some business deal he was working on and how he was the hero of the day, bullshit. He got around to talking about his wife and how she was very limited when it came to sex but that she was a good wife and a fine mother to his children. She listened and when appropriate she fed his ego and soothed his conscious.  After three more drinks he fell asleep and she let him.

As he slept she went into the bathroom and freshened up. She took a wash rag and cleaned her self up and fixed any make up damage and brushed her hair. She adjusted the garter belt for maxim effect and sat at the table and had a cigarette as he slept. She briefly thought of the money and thought that this was the easiest money she ever made. And then she began to watch the porn movies on the screen and she began to get ideas for the second half of the evening. She rummaged around her bag and found her trusty and most valued possession when traveling, her dildo. 

As she watched the movie she rubbed her clit with one hand and used the dildo on herself with the other hand. As her trick softly snored she was getting herself worked up and wet. She began to rub her breasts and pull at her nipples as her breathing quickened. On the screen in front of her was a lady getting fucked from both ends and this got her excited at the possibility of such fun? She began to use the dildo around the opening of her anus as she rubbed her now hard clit. The dildo sent shivers up and down her spine and she felt a warm feeling flush through her body. She began to insert the tip of the dildo into her ass and immediately sparks of pain and pleasure radiated throughout her body and she shivered. She alternated between rubbing her clit and pulling on her nipples while she worked the dildo into her anus. It took about twenty minutes of work for her to get the dildo into her and moving inside of her anus and in the process she shook all over with an intense orgasm. 

She was warmed up now and ready for action and she moved over to the bed he was sleeping on, dildo in hand. She ever so softly, so as not to wake him got on to the bed and gently spread his legs and took his flaccid penis into her mouth. She sucked on him and she could feel him grow inside of her mouth and this turned her on. As he grew to full size he began to stir and he woke. He was at first mortified that she was sucking his dick and then pleased that she was sucking his dick. She watched him as she took his length all the way down her throat. When he was fully awake and making sounds of encouragement to her, she began to suck his balls and lick his shaft and he loved it. While she was licking and sucking him she began to insert the dildo into her ass and let him see that. 




In Control



She was on her side with her head bobbing up and down the length of his shaft and she had one foot resting on the other legs kneecap forming a triangle and with dildo in hand she deftly reached behind her and inserted the end of the dildo into her ass. Her trick’s eyes went wide with lust and she could feel his cock respond to this visual stimulation. She watched him watch her and he was definitely excited. She began to make noises of pleasure and she felt him stir a little more so she began to make more noise. She started to lick him wildly up and down his shaft to the beat of her dildo entering and leaving her ass. His breathing was heavy and he was transfixed to the bed unable to move lest he disturb this performance.

When she felt him getting close to climax she stopped sucking him and put the dildo aside. He did not want to move least he interrupt whatever she had planed. On the screen some red headed women was getting a facial but his eyes were fixed on her movements. She retrieved another condom and approached him and put it on like the first one and he gasped. She got off the bed and put her knees on the floor and draped her body of the edge of the bed and said, “Feel like popping my cherry?”

It took him all of thirty seconds to realize what she was asking and he was off the bed and behind her like a shot.

“Be easy on me baby, you’re a big fella,” she said.

She reached behind her and spread her ass cheeks for him and he took his hardened dick and began to insert the head of it into her ass. The muscles in her ass pushed him back a bit and he tried several times before he entered her and slid himself all the way into her. This sent waves of pleasure through both of them and she started to get vocal about it. He had never done this before and had only seen movies about it and he was in disbelief as he was enveloped in pleasure. At first he moved slowly inside her, not wanting to hurt her and she called out to him, “Go ahead baby, fuck my ass, fuck my ass good and hard.” Then he began to pick up the pace and she arched her back and folded her arms under her torso and she was tugging at her nipples like she might rip them off. Every downward thrust she let out a “Oh Yeah” and made guttural sounds. He began to really pump himself into her ass and was holding her by her hips standing over her. He began to join the chorus with her and he was making sounds and saying, “Oh God Yes, I Love it,” and the sound of his balls slapping against her pussy added to the sounds in the room. She was bouncing off the mattress as he banged her ass and she was close to orgasm herself. Then he made a grotesque sound and she knew he was about to blow.

“Shoot you’re cum into my mouth baby,” and she slid out from under him and turned herself around and ripped off the condom and began to jack him off. The first spurt of cum hit her just below her nose and partially in her mouth and then some of it got along her cheek and hair and then on her chin and he was through. She sucked his dick while he reverberated from his orgasm. His knees were weak and he collapsed next to her on the bed, spent. She stood and walked into the bathroom and cleaned herself up.


He crawled up onto the bed and let his breathing return to normal. While he was doing that he found the channel selector and turned it to a western movie with John Wayne in it. This was a good sign for her; it meant that he was satisfied. “Money well spent, money well earned” she thought.

They both slept until around eight the next morning and then they both took a shower together. Inside the shower he soaped her up and took her from behind as she stood and she let him have his way. She could be detached in a way and be outside of herself and see this happing on another level. She was in a plane that transcended the baser emotions of sex and lust and put her into an objective sort of observation. She could tell when to exert pressure and when to squeeze and she knew when she could get him to cum. She found the use of her voice and her body to aid in that and she could control his every move without him thinking that she was ever in control. This was better than sex for her, an orgasm more powerful than mere lust could provide.

He was dressed and out of there by ten and she was packed and on her way to the plane by eleven, richer in more ways than monetarily. She discovered something about herself that she liked. As she boarded the plane she wondered what her schedule was next week and what towns she would be in. “The possibilities are endless” she thought.



In Control



Another weekend and I had nothing planned. I was increasingly horny and the emails my boyfriend had been sending me weren't helping. He was out of town on an extended trip and his erotic stories fueled my desires to no end. I couldn't wait to see him again. He loves me to tease men and I love screwing their pussy crazed minds up. Well the other day an old friend called, Steve. I had heard rumors about his past partying around with his girlfriend and decided after a couple of wines to bring it up over the phone. He laughed and said he would tell me all about it over a couple of drinks. My mind was spinning and although I didn't say no, I teased him with a maybe. We finally hung up and my boyfriend called. I told him what had happened and he wanted me to CALL! Ha, I laughed. that's what my friend wants. Anyhow we left it at that.

Yesterday I was feeling extremely frisky and after a couple of wines I called my boyfriends bluff and picked up the phone. What the hell, it couldn't hurt to call, get a couple of free drinks and have something to fantasize about later could it? I called and said "how about those drinks" and he said he would tell me where to meet him in a couple of hours. I was a little anxious, but I did want to hear his story. He said he was bringing his friend, which was fine, that seemed to make it safe for me to have his girlfriend there. I took a long bubble bath, shaved my legs and pussy to silky smooth. I then douched (what was in the back of my mind?). I put on a sexy thong and a short black dress with pumps. Hair and makeup done I surveyed myself in the mirror. 

Damn, I did look good. I poured myself the third wine of the day and made my way to the bar. I was excited somewhat and I would get to see his girlfriend, to see what she was like and how she liked this lifestyle. Walking into the bar I adjusted my eyes to the darkness. I saw him in the back in a half moon booth. He waved and I walked over. He already had a wine and I needed another one to calm my nerves. We said hi and I asked him where his friend was and he said coming back from the bathroom right now. I looked around and another man was slipping into the booth with us and introduced himself as Jay. I shot a look over to my friend and said I thought your girlfriend was coming with you. He just grinned. My mind was racing. I calmed down a bit and decided to try and take control of the situation. We were talking, mostly about small stuff, me in the middle of this booth between two good looking men. My wine glass never seemed to get empty and pretty soon I had a good buzz. I didn't want to get loaded so I slowed down a bit.

Of course the conversation turned to sex. We started talking about the craziest things we had done and it was quite fun to hear these male egos. I kept turning from one to the other and noticed as they talked they were constantly looking at each other. I felt a hand on my thigh, lightly rubbing, and I assumed it was Steve's. I let him rub my thigh till he just touched my thong in my crotch, then shifted my leg over as I stuck up a conversation with Jay. Soon a hand was on my other thigh, Jesus, these boys were something. I let him rub my covered pussy for a minute then excused my self to go to the ladies room. God, I was trembling walking there. What was I doing? It was fun though, especially the looks on their faces when I talked about sex. I love to tease and this was as good as it gets. I got to the restroom and touched my crotch. My panties were SOAKED! Oh my, I didn't know I was that turned on. The wine was buzzing through my head. I thought about how far I would carry this. A wicked little grin came over my face as I removed my thong and put them in my purse.

I walked back to the booth, Jay stood up so I could slide in. We ordered another round. This time the hands came quicker, more bold. I could feel Jay's warm fingers tickling the insides of my thighs. I turned my attention to Steve so Jay would feel at ease to explore. I almost heard him gasp as his hand found my freshly shaven wet pantiless crotch. I parted my legs a little more giving him access, feeling his thick fingers sliding in and out of my wet slit. His thumb was working my hard clit just about to make me cum. I lowered my hand under the table and removed his, shooting him a seductive smile. I started talking to Jay then, asking him if he had ever been with two people at once. He started his conversation. This allowed Steve to take over. He immediately took Jay’s place with his hand, surprised to find no panties and a super wet cunt. Damn I was feeling slutty as he dug his fingers into my pussy, pumping them boldly.

It was no secret now, you could hear the wetness as his fingers found their way in and out of my slit. Just before I came I removed his hand. Fuck, I was on fire, and these guys were killing me. I told them that I was getting buzzed and was at the point of not driving, could they drop me off at the house? Of course was the answer. We left and I say in the back of his car, my dress hiked up enough to show Jay my pussy when he looked back to talk with me. God I was horny. I couldn't wait to get home and bury my vibrator deep into my cunt. Steve said he had to stop by his apartment which was on the way to get something. When we pulled up we all decided to go in and have a drink, as long as we were there you know. We got in, turned on the stereo and Jay and I plopped down on the couch. Jay was looking cuter by the second. Around 6 foot, tanned and well groomed, I could make out half a hard on in his shorts and I smiled to myself, knowing that I caused that. Steve came out, threw Jay a beer and said he was out of wine and would be right back. He left, Jay turned to me and said my god, you are one sexy woman. With that he leaned into me and began kissing. 

His tongue was long and the alcohol made it thicker. He kissed me like no other and my legs begin to part as his hands massaged my eager pussy. My hips were hunching, my arms around the back of his neck, pushing his tongue deep into my throat. My cunt throbbed and in no time I arched my back and came hard, moaning. He sucked my juices from his fingers, looking at me. I was lightly covered with sweat, flushed when Steve returned mere minutes afterwards. He poured the wine, handed it to me and sat down. I drained the glass and asked for another. My, my he said, looks like somebody is a little thirsty. He came back, sat next to me, putting me in the middle. As if by signal, both began to caress my body, thighs, neck. A hand came from Steve, turning my face to his, kissing me, as Jay began rubbing my crotch. Steve got up and said he had to make a quick phone call, I just nodded hmm hmm. Jay now had my dress around my waist and was slipping to the floor. I slipped a leg over his head and spread my legs as he licked his way up each of my thighs to my musky wetness. I could hear Steve talking on the phone, but not what he was saying.

He returned and I heard him say, O goddamn, this is what I've been wanting forever, to finally fuck you. My head was towards the end of the couch and Steve came over, his crotch inches from my face. I unzipped his pants and as they fell his veined cock popped out. As Jay continued to work his tongue into my hot cunt, I cupped Steves heavy balls with my hand and began licking on his throbbing cock head. I brought my tongue up and down his shaft, looking up at his face as he obviously enjoyed my work. He kept moaning how much he had always wanted to fuck me. With that I shut him up by swallowing his whole cock. I worked my tongue over and over his dick with my mouth buried to the hilt. His moaning increased, and then a knock on the door.

Come in, Steve said. My heart jumped, here I was with Steve's cock down my throat and Jay's face buried in my pussy with my legs over his shoulders! God was I a wanton slut. Come on in Rod, Steve called. My heart was still pounding as I looked at Rod. But god he was gorgeous. Rod was a light skinned Hispanic and very, very good looking with a killer ass. The look on his face was priceless as he came over. Steve withdrew his dick from my mouth and said, Rod, meet Kelley. Kelley, I think you will like Rod. With that, Rod bent down and kissed me. I almost melted as his tongue explored my mouth. Jay was alternating between my ass and my pussy, making me delirious with lust. Rod stood in front of me and I began to unbutton his shorts. The imprint of his cock in his underwear was impressive. I pulled them down and out sprang a thick, brown prick. The head was huge and he wasn't fully hard yet. I worked his beautiful cock into my mouth, feeling him harden, the veins protruding from his shaft. O my god I thought, what the hell have I walked in to? 

Steve lifted my dress over my head, and told every one to get onto the floor. I lay there, admiring three very hard cocks and three faces full of lust. If I was gonna do this I wanted them to fuck me right. I got on my hands and knees and Steve began licking me from behind. His tongue felt unreal, licking my flowing cunt and ass. Jay got in front of me and pulled off his shorts revealing a nice thick cock. I began deep throating him, sucking his cock like never before. Steve stopped licking me and I could feel his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks as he entered my pussy. I was on fire as he buried his prick to the hilt, his heavy nuts slapping my pussy. He began to slowly fuck me, rocking me into Jay’s cock as I deep throated his entire shaft. I watched Rod from the corner of my eye, cock, heavy and thick, hanging there, twice the size of what I was getting. I wanted him, bad. His balls were unbelievably big, and I knew they were full of cum. 

Steve was beginning to fuck me hard, and I knew from his moans that he was about to cum. I took Jay's prick from my mouth and told Steve to stop, not to cum yet. I decided to humiliate him a little for getting me here, so I told him, I wanted Rod's cock, a real cock in my pussy. I told Rod to lay down. I stood up, looking down at his manhood, wanting that cock to stretch my pussy, making me cum. I squatted over him, feeling the head penetrate my pussy. God I felt like a virgin as his massive cock began invading my cunt. I was totally exposed to Jay and Steve who were behind. I heard them say, o my god, look at her take his dick. My pussy was easing down onto his shaft, my eyes shut, relishing the feel of fullness as inch by inch of his cock sank into my depths. After what seemed like minutes, I was fully impaled onto his dick and began to cum. The orgasm rock my cunt, as it tried to squeeze against his cock. I thought I would pass out as another orgasm rang through my pussy. I collapsed onto his chest, swearing my love for his dick and felt Steve's hands spreading my ass cheeks.

He began to force his dick into my ass. O my god, I had never felt anything like it, the fullness of these two pricks as he began to fuck my ass, Rod lifting my hips up, driving his monster cock into the very depths of my cunt. Jay lifted my head up and shoved his prick down my throat. He held my head and began fucking my face, driving his cock in and out, his balls slapping my chin. Steve was really beginning to fuck my tight asshole, forcing his dick deep. I was being fucked like a slut in every hole and could not stop cumming. Jay's balls lifted, his head thrown back and wad after wad of cum flowed down my greedy mouth. I jacked his cock, pulling on it, getting all his cum from his balls. Steve yelled that he was cumming, I'm cumming in Kelley’s ass finally, he said, and jammed his cock deep into my ass, dumping his cum.

Jay and Steve fell back onto the floor. I was impaled on Rod's cock. He flipped me over and said, now your going to get your fuck. He put my ankles over his shoulders and began to inch his massive, thick cock to depths no one had been. I thought I was going to pass out as his cock hit my very bottom. He began to pump his dick into me quicker, harder, driving my head across the carpet. He held my thighs apart, my legs spread wide over his shoulders and fucked me for all he was worth. My orgasms were almost continuous. This man had stamina. I was moaning and babbling like a slut in heat. Telling him how much I loved his cock in me. He sank his cock to an impossible depth, threw his head back and began to cum. I could feel the pulse of his thick load coating my cunt. His dick kept pulsing, shooting his thick hot jism. He pulled out and wrapped his hand around his cock, jacking his cum onto my breasts. I couldn't move. I had never been so fucked. I'm glad I stayed in control. LOL



In Control



Blake used to finish his twice-weekly racquetball game at the athletic club and hurry right back home. But today was different. Oh, he'd enjoyed the game all right. It helped him get out some of the agressions that built up during the week in his high-pressure executive job. But he was dawdling. He'd taken a couple of extra showers... combed his hair four or five different ways... what was he avoiding?

He knew.

He didn't want to go home.

Blake used to think that after he and his girlfriend Bonnie moved in together, his life would be complete. But now he wasn't so sure. Bonnie had changed. Maybe it was because now that they lived together, she felt she didn't need to snag her man, but she behaved differently. She talked incessantly about her career. Why did she even need a career? Blake made more than enough money for the both of them. And she made demands — demands that were worded in such a way that Blake didn't feel there was any room for negotiation. She said things like, "If you can't write down your withdrawals in the check register, you're not going to be allowed to have an ATM card." Where it was assumed that what she says, goes. And she'd lost most of her interest in sex.

It wasn't the kind of thing Blake was in a hurry to get back to.

A guy on the other side of the locker room noticed Blake. "What's the matter?" he wanted to know as he packed up his gym bag. "Get on home!"

"Ahhh," Blake muttered. "Don't feel like it."

"Let me guess," ventured the stranger. "Your woman takes you for granted. Talks about her friends, her business..."

"Yeah, that's it!" said Blake, pointing. "How did you know?"

"Seen it a million times," said the man. "You need Doctor Bimbo."

"Doctor Who?"

The stranger pulled out a pad of paper and a pen. "They call him Dr Bimbo. His real name's Dr Barbeau. But he earned that nickname." He offered the name and number to Blake. "He has developed a medicinal treatment that takes today's woman and makes her into a 'fifties caricature of a sex kitten. Right down to the Jayne Mansfield squeal."

"He can make her want to fuck all the time?" asked Blake, suddenly interested. "With me?"

"Morning, noon, and night," chuckled the stranger. "And no more talk about career. Her 'career' will be pleasing you. And she won't even be smart enough for those topics any more."

"Wow!" said Blake, wiping his brow. "Can I call him right now?"

"I'd give him an hour or so," suggested the man. "And let me tell you one more thing. You didn't ask, but I know you'd like to know. The doc calls this a 'side effect'."

"What?" whispered Blake.

"The treatment gives them giant tits," smiled the stranger.

"You mean like — D-cups?" Blake asked.

The stranger smiled. "At least."

"Oh, my God," Blake nearly whooped. He pumped the man's hand furiously. "Thank you. Thank you. You may have saved my life!" Blake ran out of the locker room, leaving the stranger chuckling among the mildew and wet towels. "He'll call," said the stranger, half to himself.

"Honey, I'm home!" Blake called to Bonnie when he entered the house. She was sitting on the couch, going over the mail. Blake looked at her. It's not that she was unattractive. She had light brown hair in a stylish short cut. The jacket of her two-piece business suit covered up what she was lacking in the bustline department, but cleverly featured a daring short skirt that showed off her legs nicely. She was starting to look pretty good to Blake. Then she spoke.

"Glad you're here," said his girlfriend, in a tone of voice that didn't indicate she was glad at all. "I need you to explain some of these charges on your Visa."

Blake beat a hasty retreat. "Not right now," he said, dropping his gym bag in the bedroom. "I have a call to make." He closed the bedroom door behind him.

"Blake, this is important! — " Bonnie's voice dissappeared behind the door. Blake dialed the number. A low, well-modulated voice answered. "Dr Barbeau speaking."

"Is this 'Dr Bimbo'?" asked Blake.

There was a silence. "Yes, it is," said the voice. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh, I think you know," said Blake.

"Yes, I do," said the doctor. "I will send a car in half an hour. Send a large but unspecified amount of money along with her in a suitcase — in twenties and fifties."

"What?" sputtered Blake.

"Blake, this isn't the sort of thing that's covered by your HMO, you know," said the doctor.

"Well — how much?" asked Blake.

"You know how the cereal boxes say 'sold by weight — not by volume'?" asked the mysterious voice.

"Yes?"

"Go by volume. Fill the suitcase up."

"Right, right," agreed Blake. "Okay, I got it. Her name's Bonnie — "

"For now," said the voice, mysteriously.

" — and the address is..."

"No need," reassured Dr Bimbo. "I've got it."

"Oh, okay. You've got — hey! Wait a minute! How do you have my address? What the hell is going on here?" Blake demanded to know.

There was a suspenseful silence.

"Caller ID, smart guy!" laughed the man with the deep voice. "Don't be so paranoid."

"Oh, geez. Sorry. I must sound like a real moron," said Blake.

"No more or less than most of them," said the doctor, agreeably.

"One thing, doc — how will I convince her to go?" asked Blake. "What will I tell her?"

"You'll think of something," said the doctor. "You may be surprised at her reaction. Talk to you in a few days." And the doctor hung up.

Blake opened the bedroom door. "Honey, you've really been stressed! I'm sending you for a relaxation cure. Pack a bag."

"A what? A relaxation cure? What are you talking about?" asked Bonnie.

"Trust me," said Blake, putting some clothes in an overnight bag for her.

"Relaxtion? Hmm! Sounds nice!" said Bonnie, a little too quickly.

"You're seeing a Dr Barbeau. He's sending a car," said Blake.

"How thoughtful of you, Blake!"

"You'll thank me, dear. Honest you will."

The following day, the phone in Blake's apartment rang. The impossibly low voice strongly urged Blake to send more money. Blake wanted to know why.

"Bonnie is a strong-willed, independent, and intelligent woman," said the doctor. "I can't undo that overnight."

"Okay, I'll send the money. In cash," agreed Blake. "Will you send your car and driver again?"

"Yes, that's just what I'll do," said the doctor. "You'll see Boom Boom in a few days. You'll be pleased."

Blake paused. "Boom Boom?"

"Very pleased," said the doctor as he hung up.

A few days later, Blake was poking about the apartment. He worried a little about the amount of money he was spending on this little whim. He was well off — but the doctor demanded a pretty tidy chunk of change. Oh, well — he'd said again and again how pleased Blake would be when Bonnie returned. Blake tried to focus his thoughts on that.

The doorbell rang. Blake run to answer it. He opened the door to reveal a cock-hardening sight. There stood a girl, teetering precariously on deep red spike heels. She wore a pair of what they used to call hot pants — several sizes too small. They not only revealed the enticing curves of her ass underneath, they also loudly proclaimed the shape and wetness of the girl's pussy. Her midriff was bare. Blake's eyes wandered up toward her chest. She wore a sort of half-t-shirt. It was molded to her bust like a second skin, and the lower hem stopped just below her nipples. But those nipples were so hard, the material extended beyond. Those huge and hard nipples were perfectly in proportion, too — which is to say this girl had two of the most gigantic breasts Blake had ever seen in his life! The shirt was emblazoned with the slogan GOOD AND GOOD FOR YOU — but it was so distorted by the breasts beneath that Blake had to examine it carefully in order to deciper the message. He didn't mind, though. Not one bit! Neither did the girl, it seemed. When she noticed how hard he was looking — and how hard he was getting — she bounced on her heels in pride, sending her firm floppers through space. Blake finally looked at her face. She had fire-engine-red lips and bleached, bleached blonde hair. Finally, she spoke in a girlish squeal.

"Hiya, Blake."

"Oh, my God! It's you!" shouted Blake. "It's Bonnie! Get your tits and ass in here!" he bellowed.

"You'll have to grab them and pull them in," she teased.

Blake did just that, grabbing an enormous boob with his right hand and reaching behind her ass and between her legs with the left. She drew in a breath as she was dragged inside.

Blake slammed the door behind them. "I just came," she confessed, breathlessly. "Just from having me touch you?" asked Blake. She smiled a dim kind of smile and just nodded her head. "My God, it worked!" said Blake.

Bonnie giggled and twirled 'round on her sky-high heels, sending her expanded tits flying. "You like?" she purred.

"What's not to like, Bonnie?" he growled as he reached for the prizes waiting for him on her chest.

"Oh! Only I don't think you should call me Bonnie anymore," she suggested. "It doesn't suit me," she said, crinkling her nose.

"What would you like to be called?" Blake asked between slobbers.

"Well, the doctor named me Boom Boom," said Bonnie with pride and amusement. "But you can use any name you like. Like...Big Titties! Or Chesty... maybe Piece of Ass... or Snatch!"

Blake pulled back and looked her over. He grinned. "I kinda like Boom Boom," he said. "I like the idea of naming you after the ways those tits bounce. Boom...boom...boom..."

Bonnie giggled and began bouncing in rhythm to Blake's chant, going faster and faster. Suddenly, she stopped. Blake whimpered in protest.

"I can't just show," said Boom Boom. "I gotta do. I'm too horny. Take hold of the material of my shirt by grabbing my nipples." Blake did. Boom Boom squealed, almost orgasmically. "Now twist. Yes! Now pull the material up and over my head." When the shirt was off, Boom Boom's magnificent tits bounded into the open air. Blake was amazed and turned on. They were bigger than anything he'd ever seen — at least as big as her head. But they didn't have that fake-looking stiffness that implants had. These H-cuppers looked real. They bounced real. And as Blake reached for them, he found they felt real. Boom Boom opened her mouth at his touch. A glob of her saliva tumbled from her full wet lips, and washed over her big boobs and Blake's busy fingers. "Take off my shorts," whispered Boom Boom. "I know you just want my titties, and I want you to have them. But I want my snatch uncovered so I can drip juices all over the place, freely!" Her frank talk made Blake rock-hard. 

"Okay," agreed Blake. "But the first thing those titties are going to do is love my dick to death! Tit-fuck my big pole," he ordered. Boom Boom just "mmmmmm"ed an excited agreement. She gathered her silky soft bombers and surrounded his cock.

Blake watched. Bonnie used to make wisecracks about the comparably modest size of Blake's equipment. Would she now — after Dr Bimbo's 'treatment'?

"I love it!" giggled Boom Boom. "It fits perfectly." Then she slid her mouth, lips, and teeth over it to demonstrate her point. "You see?" She eased Blake back onto the couch, with his feet dangling over the edge. She rubbed her boobs up and down, up and down — giving him a fantastic tit-fuck in which she did all the work.

Which was as it should be, Blake thought! That's how a big-titter is supposed to take care of her man.

As he prepared to send the first of several loads over his newly refurbished girlfriend's tits and face, he silently thanked Dr Barbeau — this "Dr Bimbo" had saved his relationship.

The next morning, Blake left for work, leaving Boom Boom in the bedroom frantically playing with herself. "Make lots of loads of cum for me while you're gone!" she called. "I want it all when you get home. I'll be waiting."

Around lunchtime, Blake's administrative assistant told him there was someone here to see him. "Is it Bonnie?" Blake asked over the intercom. "I — I don't think so," said the assistant as the door to his private office flew open.

Boom Boom's bountiful breasts entered — followed by Boom Boom. She giggled as she worked to wobble them wildly as she walked. Blake gasped. She was dressed in a string bikini top that barely covered her tent-pole-like nipples, and left rich plump handfuls of tit above, below, to the left, and to the right, on lascivious display. She wore what looked like a skirt, but on closer examination, Blake realized that she'd pulled a tight fitting tube top over her hips. She glided into the room on six-inch fuck-me pumps like she was born wearing them.

"Take Boom Boom to lunch?" she tittered.

"Yeah, but not until you suck my cock," Blake blustered. "Close the door, willya?"

"Oh, no!" laughed Boom Boom. "It'd do that titless secretary of yours some good to see how a real woman takes care of her man. Let me at it!"

Blake uncovered his package. "It's just such a perfect fit!" shrieked Boom Boom as she opened wide.

Blake loved the way every man — and every woman, too — stared at his Boom Boom when they went out to lunch. Yep, he thought to himself. And all that's mine! When they sat down at the restaurant, Boom Boom's big ones covered her place setting and her menu — and nearly knocked over her water glass! She giggled.

"Baby, you'd better sit to the side," said Blake in a soothing tone. "Your breasts are in the way!"

Boom Boom narrowed her eyelids. "My what?"

"Your breasts, sweetheart." Blake saw that she didn't understand. "Move your tits."

"Oh!" she said, with an exuberant bounce. "Okey-dokey. And don't say 'sweetheart', please. Too mushy."

"Yeah?" said Blake with a sparkle in his eye. "What would you prefer?"

"I think 'fuck-toy' would be good," said Boom Boom, moving her tits out of the way and picking up her menu. "Can you smell my pussy?" she asked. "I'm soaking this skirt."

Blake stiffened at her announcement. "Not yet," he whispered. "What do you want to eat?"

"You know what I want to eat," she answered, licking her lips. "But what do you want to order?" asked Blake. "I can't tell," Boom Boom said, throwing the menu aside. "I don't know what this says."

Blake looked at her in astonishment. "You mean you can't read?"

"I — I guess not," said Boom Boom. "You know best, anyway! Tell the girl with the tiny tits what to bring, okay?"

"You mean the waitress? Okay," Blake agreed. This treatment was something, he thought.

"Say, Blake, is that you?" An old business acquaintance was approaching their table. "Yes! Hey, Ted, how have you been?" Blake greeted his friend. "Fine, fine," said Ted, turning his attention to Boom Boom and her bust. "And who is this lovely creature?"

"I'm Boom Boom!" she giggled, looking Ted in the eye and fingering her nipples. "So why do they call you that?" asked Ted. "Oh! Because of the way my tits bounce. Wanna see?"

"Boom Boom, maybe another time," Blake broke in. "Good to see you again, Ted." Then a thought occurred to Blake. "Ted! Why don't you come over tonight? For some cards! I'll ask a bunch of the guys."

Ted stole another glance over at Boom Boom, who was practicing bouncing her tits, despite her boyfriend's initial discouragement. "I'd like that," he said, readily. "I'll be over at eight." He melted back into the lunchtime crowd.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Blake asked his girlfriend. He smiled wickedly. "When the guys come over why don't you —?" 

"Wear tiny cut-offs, half-open, and the world's tightest t-shirt and serve beers and snacks?" whooped Boom Boom.

"For starters," said Blake.

"And let them all touch, then strip, and crawl under the card table and suck everyone off?" giggled the blonde.

"Now you're thinking the way I want you to," smiled Blake.

"Oh, goody!" Boom Boom nearly shouted. Blake's smile just got wider. This was turning out even better than he'd hoped.

Ted showed up that night. So did Jack and Richie, two more business acquaintances of Blake's. "Since when do we play cards?" asked Richie as Blake seated his friends around the table. "Ah, cards is just the excuse," laughed Blake, playing the hearty host. "I just wanted to get together!" 

"Okay by me," agreed Jack. "Me, too," said Ted, the only one of them with a hint as to what was coming.

There was an awkward silence. "So — where's the cards?" Richie wanted to know. Blake's eyes were averted toward the kitchen door.

Boom Boom swept in, a vision in red spike heels. She wore a pair of unfastened denim cut-offs that probably came from the junior misses' department, they fit so tightly over her fine and curvy ass. She carried a tray of snacks in one hand and a six-pack of beer in the other, holding them high over her head so as not to block anyone's vision of the main attraction... Boom Boom's tremendous tits. These tits bounced mightily with every step, their protruding nipples twirling patterns in the air as the wobbled and bobbled. "Hello, boys," she purred, bending way over to place the snacks and beers on the table, offering an unobstructed view of her undulating breast-tops through her tight, low-cut t-shirt. She walked sensuously around the table, allowing her clearly aroused nipples to nip at each of the boys' necks as they sat. She pushed her pontoons through on the other side of the table and pulled one of the beer bottles from the six-pack, lewdly licking its long neck. The men stood transfixed as she shook it and twisted the cap, aiming at her big titties. When the bottle ejaculated a spritz of beer, it soaked her shirt, making the fabric seem to disappear — as if the gaze of the four men hadn't already done that!

"Help yourself," she cooed, as the men lept forward, reaching for her chest with their fingers, tongues, and hard-ons.

Blake sat back and orchestrated the proceedings — it turned him on like a house on fire to see his girl inspiring such raging horniness among his friends.

"Richie and Jack — one on each nipple. Suck her senseless," he said with quiet authority. The men obeyed as Boom Boom cried with exaggerated sexual relief at the touch of their tongues on her tits. "Ted...what do you want to fuck — her tits or her face?"

"Her tits," said Ted without hesitation.

"You heard the man, Boom Boom," said Blake. "Call the other two off for a minute. Ted, lie on the couch. She'll rub a dub dub her tits around your cock and you won't have to move a muscle. Richie and Jack, you can jerk off on her face as she works."

The participants got into place. Boom Boom's smiling and lauging attitude toward the group scene turned them all on. Especially Blake. Blake noticed that all three men had cocks much larger than his own. Would Boom Boom end up preferring them? He was a little worried.

With guttural moans, Ted, Jack, and Richie all unloaded their respective loads onto Boom Boom. Ted's come soaked her knockers and dripped down onto her creamy thighs. A fresh load each from Jack and Richie slid down Boom Boom's gorgeously slutty face and globbed onto the shelf she called her tits.

"Okay, guys — get back into your seats at the card table!" said Blake. "Boom Boom — crawl underneath and suck off each one of us in turn."

She nodded, her face a mass of sticky goo. "I'll suck off every man from here to Timbuktu!" she cried. The men chuckled appreciatively and gave her a round of applause. Blake stopped them. "I'm complimented by your reaction to my woman. But she's only doing what's expected of her! The applause is unnecessary."

The men thanked Blake heartily when they finally took their leave in the wee hours of the morning. Blake shook all their hands and let each of them have one more feel of Boom Boom — whatever part they cared for — to send them on their way. Not coincidentally, Blake knew that he'd cemented three very profitable business relationships forever. He'd have to remember that — Boom Boom could come in very handy, professionally. He led Boom Boom to bed by grabbing her protruding scum-soaked nipples and pulling her into the room. 




In Control



"Did you have fun?" he whispered as he dipped four fingers into her steaming pussy.

"Yes," she giggled. "But you know what? I wouldn't want to have cocks that big every day!" She knelt in front of him and looked up at his member. "Yours is just right, baby!"

Blake sighed a contented sigh as Boom Boom began to lick and suck one more time.

Boom Boom covered her gorgeous globes with a mixture of oatmeal and brown sugar the next morning at breakfast. Blake left her very specific instructions for the evening as he eagerly sucked it off.

"You got to have a lot of fun last night!" he barked. "Tonight, it's my turn. Bring home a girlfriend. She has to have tits at least as big as yours. The two of you will enjoy me. Got it?"

Boom Boom interrupted her repeated orgasmic yelps. "Got it!" she crowed. Blake went off to work.

Later that morning, Blake's secretary buzzed him on the intercom. "Dr Barbeau on line one," she droned.

"Thank you," said Blake, picking up the phone. "Hello, doc. What now?"

"I think you know," said the soothing bass voice of the doctor.

"Same amount? I'll need to get to the bank," said Blake, matter-of-factly. "Have your driver meet me there. But — why now?"

"What did she say last night to your friends?" challenged the doctor. "Do you remember?"

"Yeah, she said 'I'll suck off every man from here to Timbuktu'," Blake answered.

"Would a brainless bimbo have been able to come up with 'Timbuktu' if the treatment wasn't starting to wear off?" said the doctor, reasonably. "This will be sort of a booster shot. A quickie. I'll have her back in less than an hour."

"Okay!" agreed Blake. "I want you to know how satisfied I am with your services, doctor."

"I know," answered the voice. "She'll be back tonight. And she will follow your instructions," he reassured him.

That evening, the instant Blake walked through the front door, Boom Boom molded her perfect top-heavy body to his and slurped his tongue down her throat. As Blake reciprocated, he felt a warm, soft, stabbing sensation in his back. He broke the kiss and asked Boom Boom, "What's that?"

"My girlfriend Loni's big tits," she giggled.

Blake whirled around to discover a second attractive blonde, smiling at him. "Hi," she said.

Where Boom Boom's appearance painted a picture of ideal slutty femininity, Loni was more the all-American girl type. She had feathery blonde hair, a sort of round face with full lips, and a curvy figure. Where Boom Boom wore the tightest, shortest, and lowest-cut things imaginable, Loni was dressed more simply. Clogs, a knee-length denim skirt, and a man's style button-down-collar Oxford blouse. 

Blake smiled back. "Hi," he said, then whirred back to Boom Boom. "You didn't follow all of your instructions!" he whispered, angrily.

"Oh, yes I did," Boom Boom answered. "Wait and see. She's a party girl who knows what boys like. Loni, unbutton that shirt."

Loni beamed with pride as she obeyed Boom Boom's orders. First one button... then another... then another. Slowly, a strong white 'minimizer' bra was revealed. Blake turned slowly around to focus his attention on Loni as Boom Boom stroked him between his legs.

Loni smiled sardonically as she reached behind her. "Now, don't stand too close!" she cautioned him, good-naturedly. "It's dangerous." With that, she unsnapped her bra. It seemed to spring forward and shot past Blake and Boom Boom. Loni's full, heavy breasts bounced mightily when they hit the air.

"Toldja," chanted Boom Boom, childishly. Blake sprang into hardness when Loni's lovely tits came into view. They were at least as big as Boom Boom's — maybe a bit bigger. Loni was maybe a bit more broad-beamed, but a girl's gotta have something down below to hold two magnificent specimens like that up all day!

"Now you gotta catch 'em!" laughed Loni, running away. She seemed to be pulled by the motion of her big boobies. Her titties loudly clapped together as she ran. I could follow this girl in the dark, he thought as he tore after her and chased her into the bedroom.

Once there, Blake nearly tackled Loni and sucked in a nipple with a sound effect so exaggerated, it made both of them laugh. Loni helpfully lifted her other tit to allow him to take both of them in his mouth at the same time. When his mouth was stuffed with tit-tips, he felt his girlfriend's hands tug off his slacks. Boom Boomed burned her searing nipples into the dimples on his behind, then manuevered herself around to let her tits dance on his cock.

Blake grinned and pulled back. He lay down on the bed, proud and turned on at the sight of his cock rising straight up. "Now, both of you — come at it from either side with your best tit!"

The girls giggled in excitement, and began a quadruple-titted cock rubdown that alternated between slow and sensuous, and fast and furious! It wasn't long before Blake's cock reacted like a geyser. Loni and Boom Boom managed to frost each of their four hard nipples with Blake's cream.

"Oooh, that seems like an awful waste, doesn't it?" cooed Loni.

"Yes, it does," agreed Boom Boom, and with that, she fed her scum-soaked tits to her girlfriend. Loni licked 'em clean as a whistle. "Now your turn," said the full-bodied Loni, and Boom Boom also removed all the evidence! Both girls giggled in excitement.

"Now let me lower my ass over Loni's face," said Blake. "She can lick my behind while I to tit-fuck her from up above those gorgeous tits!"

"All right!" agreed Loni, as she shimmied into place on the bed.

"What's Boom Boom supposed to do?" whimpered Boom Boom, in her sexy bimbo whine.

"Like my cock every time the head makes its way out of the bottom of Loni's cleavage," ordered Blake.

"Yes," she agreed.

They did their three-way dance until load number two tumbled onto Boom Boom's lips and Loni's soft rounded stomach.

"I have an idea!" cooed Loni. "Take that cute cock, and one of those hard nipples, each of you," she called to Blake and Boom Boom as she reclined on the bed. Blake grabbed his modest member, and Boom Boom started licking one of her tit-tips to maximum length and hardness. "Make sure both are as BIG as they can be. I want one in my mouth and one in my cunt. I don't care which. And then, after a while — switch!"

They threw themselves into it with wild abandon. Boom Boom's boobs and Blake's cock were covered in luscious Loni's pussy-juice. And when Blake was ready to come — it went everywhere. All over Loni's blonde bush, covering Boom Boom's big nipple, and dripping all over all three highly stimulated bodies.

The trio continued switching places and positions all night long. Loni and Boom Boom treated Blake to the sight of them swapping his semen between their mouths before each of them opened wide and let it all just ooze out onto their tits. Finally, Loni kissed everyone good night. Blake, Boom Boom, the head of Blake's cock, each of his balls, Boom Boom's pussy, and each of Boom Boom's beautiful tits. And then she went home.

Boom Boom closed the door behind her. She turned around, holding up her H-cuppers to Blake as an offering.

"Ready for more?" she purred.

Blake could barely get through the following day at work, he was so turned on by the memories of his adventures with Boom Boom and Loni. Five o'clock couldn't come fast enough. When it finally arrived, Blake rushed home, envisioning another marathon sex session with his willing fuck-toy...and maybe another of her friends! He slowed down as he approached his house. There was an unfamiliar car in the driveway.

He walked in, hoping that his Boom Boom had found more and bigger playmates! He called for her. "Boom Boom?"

"Hello, Blake." The tone was unfamiliar. Gone were the giggles and girlish squeals. The figure entering the kitchen had Boom Boom's tits, all right — but she was dressed to conceal, and she carried... lugguge. Enoug for a long trip. "There's someone here I want you to meet," the woman said. A man carrying similar luggage walked in from the living room.

"Hey, I know you!" Blake began. "You're the guy I talked to that one day at the racquetball club." He turned to Boom Boom to explain. "He's the guy who first put me in touch with Dr Barbeau!"

She spoke with heavy irony. "Oh — realllly!"

"You're right, Blake," said the man. "But that's not the only place you know me from." His voice dropped several octaves and took on a familiar, soothing tone. "I'll send my driver. Have you got the suitcase ready?"

"Wait a second!" Blake said. "You — you are Dr Bimbo? Dr Barbeau?"

"That's right, Blake," the woman interjected. "His real name is Jeff. We've been seeing each other for some time now."

Blake narrowed his eyelids, unwilling to believe. "Seeing each other?" he asked.

"And he's not a doctor," explained Blake's girlfriend. "He's an investment banker."

"Bonnie and I have taken the enormous sums of money you've sent our way and made some very profitable investments," said Jeff. "We're going to the Cayman Islands together. Forever. Nobody will ever be able to find us there. Not you, not my employer — not even the IRS. Especially not the IRS."

"Oh, my God," croaked Blake. "It's — you — and he — and you never — it's all been — "

"That's right, Blake," smiled Bonnie. "Don't feel bad. At least you got to enjoy my new big titties for a few days."

"But — how did you — I don't underst —?" Blake was still sputtering.

"How?" laughed Bonnie. "How did I get these big titties? Well... maybe at least part of Jeff's treatment worked, huh?"

Blake's eyes widened.

"Or maybe we just sent Bonnie for a quickie boob-job those first few nights she was away," added Jeff, with what could only be described as a snort of derision. "I'll be waiting for you in the car, baby," he said to Bonnie, giving her a kiss. He left Blake and Bonnie alone in the kitchen together.

"So you're just leaving?" Blake finally said. 

Bonnie nodded. "I'm not even taking anything. We're rich enough to buy everything new! I'm sorry, Blake."

Blake seemed to be still sorting through it in his mind. "But — all those times you acted like you were so thrilled with the size of my cock..."

Bonnie stifled a laugh. "Acted is the key word, Blake," she told him. "I ought to be picking up an Academy Award for that."

"And — that night I brought over the guys?" he asked. "Were they, like — in on it?"

Bonnie shook her head. "If you think any guy would need to be in on something like that in order to go along with it —!"

"I suppose you're right," said Blake. "What about the night I asked you to bring in another girl?"

"That was a little trickier," said Bonnie. "I figured the fewer people who knew about Jeff's and my little scheme, the better. So I called Loni, my wildest friend from college. I didn't have to tell her a thing! She's always up for sex, no matter what. You had fun that night, didn't you?"

Blake nodded. Bonnie leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. "You know what? For most of the last few days, Blake — I had fun, too." She walked toward the door. Just before leaving, Bonnie turned back. "So... you really believed there was a medical treatment that could make want to fuck all the time and make my boobs bigger?"

Once again, Blake mutely nodded.

Bonnie sniffed. "And you thought the brainless bimbo was me!" Blake heard the door close with a certain finality behind her.

Blake never moved. Jeff and Bonnie's car started up, pulled away, and faded into the distance.

Then Blake looked up. He started walking, slowly, through the house. Soon, he started picking up speed. He strode to where he knew Bonnie kept her Rolodex. He flipped through until he found the number he wanted. He picked up the phone and he dialed.

"Hello...Loni? It's Blake, from the other night. Right, Bonnie's boyfriend. Actually, we've broken up. Yeah. I know, but things happen. Right. Tell me — are you free tonight? You are? Well — how soon could you be over here?"



In Control



The cab slows to as stop in front of my building, and the driver clears his throat. We quit making out and I pay him. We get out of the cab and walk to the entrance. I open the door, you enter, and I follow you. As the door closes behind us, I grab you, push you against the wall, and put my hand around your throat. I lean down and kiss you deeply and our tongues meet. As I withdraw my tongue, yours follows into my mouth. As I suck and bite your tongue, I grind my thigh into your pussy. I release your throat, you roll your head back, and I start kissing and biting your neck. I withdraw from you and turn you toward the stairs and, I smack you on the ass, assuring you of your position. 

"Now get on up there, Princess!" 

You run up the stairs to my loft and wait for me. I open the door, we enter, and I turn on the lights. 

"Please pour me a drink. You know what I want." 

As you pour the drink, I dim the lights and put on some music. 

When you return I am seated in my chair. You hand me the drink. I take a sip and take hold of your ass. 

"Thank you. Now strip for me. Everything but the corset, stockings, and heels, and do not take your eyes off me. I want you to watch me watching you." 

I position you directly in front of me. 

"Take off the blouse, fold it, and hand it to me." 

You hand me your folded blouse, and I place it on the side table adjacent to my chair. 

"Now remove your skirt. Just let it drop around your feet." 

You unzip your skirt, and it drops to the floor. 

"Now step out of it, squat to pick it up, fold it, and hand it to me. Make sure you look at me." 

You step out of the skirt, squat down and pick it up, fold it and hand it to me. 

"Very good, now turn around and look straight ahead." 

You turn around. I lean forward and pull your thong down slowly over your hips and down your thighs, and let it drop to the floor. I remove your thong, and I know you can feel the cool ambient air against your pussy and my breath against your ass. 

"Now step out of the thong, bend over, and pick it up. Slowly!" 

You step out of the thong and start to squat. 

"NO! Bend from the waist!" 

You correct yourself and begin to bend over. Just as you pick up the thong, I command you, "Stop, hold right there, and look up at me."

We make eye contact and your face goes flush. 

"Don't be embarrassed." 

I lean forward and I kiss and bite your ass. You moan. 

"Now stand up." I retrieve the thong from your hand. "Turn around, and kneel between my feet."

You kneel and I lean forward, take your throat with my hands, and kiss you lightly. From the side table I retrieve a black leather collar. As I place the collar around your throat, I whisper in your ear, "Are you my princess?"

"Yes," you reply. 

"Are you my slut?" 

"Yes, Sir."

With you on your knees, I lean back into the chair. 

"Kiss me," I demand.

You shimmy up my body, put your arms around my neck, and straddle my thigh. You kiss me deeply, my tongue slides along yours, and I pull you close. My shirt rubs against your bare nipples.

I grab your hair and pull your head back exposing your neck to me. As I kiss your neck, I reach down and pinch and roll your right nipple with my fingers. You moan a soft moan. It is not so much a moan as a puff of air, a change in your breathing. However, I know the change. Now you begin to grind into my thigh. I quit kissing you and pull back. I look sternly into your eyes. 

"STOP!" 

You quickly stop the grinding. 

"I am sorry, Sir." 

All the while, I continue to roll your nipple with my fingers. 

"Now stand up." 

I lean forward and position you over my left thigh and the arm of the chair. 

You feel the smacK on your ass. 1. smaCK 2. smACK 3. sMACK 4. SMACK 5. 

"How many more do you need?" I ask. 

"5" you answer. 

"Count them off." 

SMACK "1" SMACK "2" 

I feel your body tense up in anticipation of each strike and relax after it is delivered. 

SMACK "3" SMACK "4" SSMACKK "5". 

I feel all the tension retreat from your body. I lean back into the chair. 

"Come up here." 

I help you climb up into my lap and pull you close to my side. You put your head on my shoulder. I stroke your hair and rub your warm ass. 

"Do you feel better?" 

In soft tones, you reply, "yes," and you nuzzle into my arms. 

"Will you do something for me?" I ask.

"Yes, of course I will," you reply.

I pick up my drink and finish it off. "I want you to sit across from me on the couch and I will instruct you on what to do." You get up and start walking to the couch. 

"Here, take my glass." 

You take the glass, walk over, and sit down on the couch. 

"Just put the glass on the coffee table, and please use a coaster. I want you looking at me at all times unless otherwise instructed. I may walk around and even turn my back to you. Even then, I want you looking at me. When I turn around you better be looking at me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir" 

"I want you watch me watching you. Now take an ice cube out of my glass and run it against your nipples." 

You comply with my request. The cold ice makes then hard. 

"Look at me!" My voice firm. "Now put the ice back in the glass, squeeze your breast, and pinch your nipples." 

You start squeezing your breast and playing with your nipples. 

"Does that feel good?" 

"Yes, Sir." 

"Now spread you legs for me." 

You look at me as you spread your legs and continue pinching your nipples. 

"Now take your left hand and feel your outer lips of your pussy." 

You touch your pussy. 

"How does it feel?" 

"Smooth and warm, you reply. 

"Now grind your heel of your hand right above your clit, and continue playing with your nipples." 

You start grinding with your hand. You arch your back, roll your head back, and moan. 

"Look at me! Stop, sit up right, and look at me."

I get up from the chair, turn my back to you, and walk away. 

"Now spread your legs wide and take the glass and hold it against your pussy! How does that feel?"

"Well, cold. It felt good at first. But, now it is just cold." 

"Now will you follow my instructions?" 

"Yes, Sir"

I turn and look into your eyes. 

"Now sit back in the couch." 

You move back and pay attention not to divert your eyes from me. I position myself about five feet from you. 

"So where were we?" 

"I was pinching my nipples and grinding my pussy." 

"Yes. Start pinching your nipples with your right hand. Pinch and roll then between your fingers." 

I walk in front of you from right to left. Your eyes are transfixed on me. 

"Now grind your heel of your left hand just above your clit." 

You obediently start grinding into yourself. 

"How does that feel?" 

"Very nice, Sir." 

"Good. Now insert your index finger into your pussy while you grind your clit." 

I turn and look at you. Your eyes are transfixed on me and are a little glassy. 

"How does that feel?" 

"Wonderful." 

"Is your pussy wet?" 

"Yes, and very warm." 

"Good" 

I walk around the couch and your eyes follow me. You visibly struggle to keep me in sight. With an audible click, I unlock a cabinet behind you and retrieve something, deliberately keeping it out of your line of sight. I turn and walk toward the couch and position myself directly behind you. You have rolled your head back so you can look up at me and your head is pressed against my slacks, against my hard cock. I smile. 

"You are so beautiful and I am a very lucky man." I kneel behind you. "Don't worry about looking at me."

I rub your shoulders and neck. 

I whisper to you, "Now take your left hand and rub your clit." 

I reach down, squeeze your breast, and pinch your nipples. 

"Close your eyes, and hold out your right hand palm up." 

You comply, and I lay the object in your hand. 

"Now, open your eyes." 

You look down at your hand, then turn your head and kiss me on the cheek. 

"Thank you! Sir, it is the one I wanted." 

"I want you to fuck yourself with your new dildo and continue rubbing your clit. Are you wet enough?" 

"Yes." You reply.

"Well maybe you should lick and suck your new toy." 

"Sir, I would rather suc --"

"Did I ask you anything?" 

"No," you reply, and begin licking and sucking the dildo. 

I pull your hair aside and kiss the back of your neck. 

"Now insert just the tip into your pussy, and move it in and out slowly." 

I continue to kiss your neck and stroke your hair. 

"Now insert about half, but still use slow strokes how does it feel?" 

"Really, really good. I would really like to s—" 

"You are being a brat tonight. Please, just follow my instructions. Now increase the pace a little."

I am watching as the dildo goes in and out of your pussy. 

"Now use the full length. Now, harder, and faster" 

You pick up the pace and your breathing starts to change. 

"Do you want to cum?" 

"Yes, Sir." 

"You know you have to ask me." 

"Sir, can I cum?" 

"Not yet. Faster!" 

I can tell that it is difficult for you to put off cuming. 

"Please, I want to cum!" 

"When I kiss you and our tongues meet that will be the signal for you to cum. Do you understand" 

"Yesss, I doo, Sir." 

With my left hand, I grab your hair, turn your face towards mine, and kiss you. As soon as our lips meet your tongue rushes to meet mine and I feel your body tense and quiver as you begin to cum. You moans are muffled by our kiss. I feel the waves of you cuming, you arch your back, and I notice you are holding your breath. Our kiss ends with you taking a deep breath and quickly you turn and hug me. 

"Sir, please hold me!" 

I hug you tightly. You are still quivering. 

"Here let me sit down." 

I sit down and pull you close to me. I brush back your hair and give you a kiss on the cheek. I feel you start to relax. You kiss me, 

"Sir, Thank you" 

"Your are welcome." 

"Sir?" 

"Yes" 

"Is there anything I can do for you?" 

"You already have. More then you know."



In Control



It all began with a small, unobtrusive advertisement in the ‘Personal' section of a local newspaper - ‘Are you a woman who enjoys most aspects of female to male intimacy but can get much of her sexual satisfaction just from being the one in control?' - then finished abruptly with merely an email address.

It was so spare, and even when I read it a second time, so lacking in any really useful information that my curiosity was aroused. My first thought was that it probably carried some kind coded message for either S&M or B&D aficionados. But there were several of those included in that section of the paper and they were all quite explicit, so why would this advertiser need to be so bashful? I read it again - but no, there were still no obvious clues so my interest went up another notch - perhaps I should explain why.

Some years previously I'd had a very nasty run-in with cancer, a somewhat rare form of uterine cancer and it took both chemotherapy and radiotherapy to destroy it, then some internal surgery to at least partially repair the damage the whole process had caused. Although the procedures were successful and there is virtually no chance of that particular beast ever returning I was left with a good deal of vaginal wall scar-tissue damage - which has made normal penetrative sex all but impossible for me.

But of course my innate sexuality remains just as strong as ever - in fact, perhaps merely because some things are now denied me, in many ways my sex-drive actually seems even stronger.

I have and do continue to try to establish relationships, and being still in my early 30's, well-informed, good humoured, and still reasonably physically attractive, I initially have not too much trouble getting dates. At first things usually go quite well, but of course my difficulties begin once things between us become sexual. Nearly all the men love having me give them blow-jobs or tit-jobs and some seem more than happy with me getting them off with my hands - but of course sooner or later they all expect proper sex, and so far my explanation as to why that's not possible has always sent them running.

But perversely, perhaps in the same way that people blinded seem to find their other senses sharpened in compensation, I have found that the pleasure I get from merely handling a man has increased dramatically. Even if a man no longer has a youthfully athletic body, if his cock is reasonably sized, well-shaped, and both he and it are responsive, I always get aroused while exciting him, and it usually takes very little self-stimulation to make sure I also climax while he is coming.

I have also found that having what most people would consider this limitation applied to my activities has in fact brought a perhaps previously buried aspect of my sexuality to the surface. I was surprised to discover just how strong a sexual kick I got from the sense of power that having a man's physical responses and reactions under my control gives me.

So, although I had no high hopes of it leading to anything satisfying, perhaps that explains my more than passing interest in the strange little advertisement.

I spent much of that day mulling over the sort of response I could possibly make to it; ranging from equally terse one-liners, to full-on explanations as to just what I was capable of and was prepared to offer in return. I finally decided on a slightly longer version of the former - ‘I am intrigued by exactly what your advertisement might mean. If it is merely some sort of cute subterfuge for raw sex do NOT bother to reply! But if not, tell me a little more - I MIGHT be interested…'

I won't say I spent the following day in a state of heightened excitement, but there was a frisson of that when I got home and saw my computer had received a reply. I opened the email and saw - ‘I am a man with somewhat limited sexual proclivities - which EXCLUDE normal intercourse - but in return I am prepared, no eager, to provide whatever other forms of stimulation you enjoy. If you are still interested I will happily tell you more about myself - physical, political, religious, hobbies and interests, etc. - just give me a few clues as to what you would like to know.'

My eyes stared at that one phrase - ‘which EXCLUDE normal intercourse' - for ages. Did he mean it? Was it some way of hiding some other, perhaps utterly despicably depraved practice? It had to be something like that - didn't it? If not, wasn't the chance of my spotting that particular advertisement just too good to be true?

However, ‘nothing ventured, nothing gained', I decided and drafted a short, but what I hoped was a carefully worded reply. Having asked him for a few of what I considered the more important personal details and stated I was not at all interested in what might be considered deviant sexual practices I ended with a very short sentence that merely told him my own limitations were caused by physical difficulties.

He must have been waiting for me reply because within an hour I heard my computer beeping the arrival of his response. I was surprised, pleasantly so, to see how much information he had come back with, and not just comprehensive text answers to everything I had asked for, but also a name and a photo. His name was Martin, and, if the photo was accurate and recently taken I was even more pleasantly surprised - he was quite handsome, in a craggy, youthfully middle-aged sort of way. Then, at the end of his email, after he had asked if I was prepared to send similar information about myself, and perhaps stimulated by my own final sentence, he made a comment that his ‘proclivities' as he continued to call them, were caused by a psychological, not a physical problem.

He had then added a PS, stating that although he would naturally like to see a picture of me if I preferred not to send one at this stage of our communications he would quite understand. I thought that showed great sensitivity and I felt both my interest and my regard for him going up several notches, so much so that I immediately began composing a reply to his request for information about myself. I highlighted those areas where we seemed to have something in common; music, theatre and arts, adding that I enjoyed both Italian and Asian food, then thought long and hard about whether or not to also include, ‘sensual intimacy'. But again I thought, ‘nothing ventured, nothing gained' - and after all at that stage I was just an email address - so I edited the text to include it.

Having sent the email I sat staring at my PC, wondering if perhaps I had gone a little too far too early by including those two words in my list - but they must have hit the spot with him because within a matter of minutes I had a reply. He suggested that as we had so many things in common it would be a shame not to meet, to see if we hit it off face to face. He said he understood my probable need to maintain a degree of anonanimity and came up with what I thought a very smart suggestion. He proposed we meet over an Asian meal somewhere, either close to where I lived, or, if I preferred, near where he did - the inference that if all went well we would thus be able to continue on after we had eaten, was obvious - then gave me the names and addresses of several possible restaurants in his area.

Whether unwittingly or not the names of the not too distant suburbs of course gave me yet another clue about him; they were all long-established and relatively wealthy, mostly housing solidly middle class people from sound professional backgrounds. Not that I thought a population of that sort couldn't contain its fair share of child-molesters or wife-beaters, but at least they should be well able to afford to buy a woman a decent meal. So, having decided that if there was a chance of something happening after we had eaten I would much prefer it take place on my home-ground rather than his, I picked the best of my local restaurants and sent off an email suggesting both it, and a date and time that best fitted my diary.

That time the reply was virtually instantaneous; he agreed and said he looked forward to meeting me, thoughtfully adding the name that the table would be booked in.

I was surprised to find that the intervening days seemed to pass more slowly than usual. I found myself considering, then re-considering what I would wear. Wondering whether I should make an unscheduled appointment with my hairdresser. Cleaning and tidying my sometimes unruly apartment, and paying particular attention to the bedroom. Then catching myself and thinking, ‘Surely I'm not still some anxious teenager anticipating her first date? Or some sex-starved spinster grown desperate to hook a catch?'

Deciding I was neither calmed me and by the day of our arranged meeting I had not only settled on my outfit but was also back to my more normal self. The restaurant I had chosen was sufficiently up-market that I could wear something more formal than I might have otherwise chosen and although the ‘little black dress' was quite modest it did nothing to hide my feminine curvaceousness and would also leave a reasonable length of leg on display. Then I decided that the occasion called for stockings, not pantyhose, and bought myself something I hadn't had before, a pair of ultra-sheer, black thigh-highs. Having done so it also seemed a good idea to treat myself to some new underwear, ‘just in case', I thought, and in a moment of pure recklessness picked out a bra and panty set of outrageously wispily lacy black ‘next to nothings'.

The personal stuff he'd sent me told me he was good head taller than I am, so when the evening came I knew I could confidently complete the outfit by wearing a pair of high-heeled sling-backs. Then, having taken more time than usual with my hair and make-up I stood back to take a final look in the mirror, and decided that if he didn't like the finished package there would have to be something very definitely wrong with him.

A short cab ride later I was taking a deep breath before pushing open the restaurant door, then stepping inside and almost immediately both being greeted by the hostess and spotting Martin sitting at the small cocktail bar. He had obviously been keeping one eye on the door and seen me enter, but although I was given a long, apparently appreciative look, he then surprised me by looking away again. ‘I'm dining with Mr Leander.' I said somewhat uneasily to the hostess, and was relieved that my original recognition of him had not been misplaced when she indicated the man at the bar. 

I had only a few seconds to observe him before he looked around again - and I liked what I saw. Far from being overtly flattering the photo he'd sent me simply hadn't done him justice. Just the set of his head and shoulders and the way he held his body, none of which were of course included in the picture, indicated an appealing inner strength. His hair, other than at the slightly greying temples, was black and mid length, with a faint curling wave that gave it a texture I could imagine myself enjoying running my fingers through. Then when my approach made him turn again I found myself looking into a pair of wide-set, meltingly dark brown eyes that quite literally sent a shiver of excited anticipation through my entire body.

The expression on his face was one of questioning surprise. ‘Linda?' he asked uncertainly.

‘That's me.' I answered with a relieved smile.

‘Good heavens, I never imagined!' he stuttered as he stood up, then quickly regaining his composure, began to pull a bar-stool across behind me. ‘Would you care for a drink first or shall we eat straight away?'

‘Oh I think a drink would be a good idea Martin, thank you.' I replied as I settled myself beside him.

Once he'd ordered for us he spoke quietly. ‘I must apologise if I appeared flustered, all I can say is that I had never imagined you would be, well, to be frank, so stunningly attractive. I saw you come in of course, but just couldn't imagine that such a beautiful woman could be the one I only knew as Linda.'

I think I may have actually blushed at his complimentary, and in the circumstances, quite unnecessary explanation and probably mumbled something incomprehensible in reply. To be honest I was too busy taking in the many other attractive features of the man I had so inadvertently stumbled across through a newspaper advertisement - and at the same time doing my best to ignore the still niggling concerns I had as to what underlying faults this ‘too good to be true' man must have that were still hidden away.

Apart from those liquidly mesmerising dark brown eyes he had a well shaped nose and sensitively full mouth that showed a set of fine white teeth, but what really caught my eyes in those first few minutes were his hands. Large, long-fingered, but soft and with beautifully manicured nails, which he used to add subtly expressive movements to whatever he was saying. And even while we were exchanging our first few sentences I found I couldn't help myself also trying to imagine what it might feel like to have those beautiful hands wandering caressingly over various parts of my body.

By the time we had finished our drink and had decided we were both more than ready to eat we were talking much more freely and had even begun smiling and chuckling at each other's initial reactions to the way we had come to be together.

Once we had ordered and started eating our conversation ranged much more widely; comparing our personal likes and dislikes in a variety of areas and discovering that although our backgrounds were vastly different our interests had more than enough in common to hint at our being able to spend time together quite compatibly.

Martin came from a family that had successfully established a large import-export business which provided him with both a good income and the opportunity to travel to various exotic parts. But unlike many similar businessmen, who he said were only ever on the look-out for opportunities for profit, Martin explained how he had developed an equally strong interest in the traditions and way of life of the societies which provided the products he purchased. But he made what might have been an otherwise dry as dust exposition on the merits of either business or a variety of native cultures truly interesting, and he kept me smiling by sprinkling his conversation with humorous anecdotes of his travels and dealings - and, most importantly, demonstrated his ability to include some that showed himself in less than a perfect light.

Even though much of what he told me was really quite fascinating I still found that every now and then I was having to make a very serious mental effort to concentrate on his words. I found that his hands, his eyes and just his overwhelming maleness were having a very powerful effect on me - and long before he finished I felt both the familiar tingling in my tightening breasts and even more significantly, the rapidly increasing warm moistness between my legs.

Although he told me he had once been married he didn't go into any further details about his personal life, suggesting that it was then my turn to tell him something of myself. He listened attentively while I gave him a brief summary of my own and from time to time even asked the occasional insightful question. Taking my cue from what he had done, once I had brought him up to date with my life and career I too called a halt before proceeding to the more personal stuff.

By that stage we had both finished our main course and he asked if I would like dessert and coffee. But by then I knew I wanted to see if what I had been sensing between us was more than just a fleeting attraction and decided that a moment of boldness was called for, so replied. ‘A little sorbet would be nice Martin, but I'm sure I can make us an equally good cup of coffee - unless you would prefer us to finish this here.'

‘Not even if they nailed my feet to the floor Linda!' he answered with a crinkly smile, then quickly turned to catch a nearby waiter's eye and ordered the sorbets.

So it was only a relatively short time later that we left and as I was busy giving him directions there was little chance for us to talk further during the short drive to my place. But even though he kept a careful watch on the traffic I also knew he was taking whatever opportunities presented themselves to cast occasional glances in my direction - and I have to admit that the rising sense of anticipation I was experiencing was increasing the feelings I had been having in the restaurant. My breasts were feeling tight and tender, their hardened nipples sending tingles through me as they rubbed against their silky covering, and what had been no more than a pleasantly warm moistness between my legs had by then increased to the point that I began to wonder if the flimsy panties would be capable of containing the flow.

Once inside my apartment I showed him where the stereo was and suggested he choose some music for us while I went to prepare the coffee. ‘I hope you're not going to take this opportunity to slip into something more comfortable, as they say.' Martin said as I turned to leave him.

‘I wasn't, but why shouldn't I?' I asked a little worriedly.

‘Because I want a little more time to look at you as you are - you look absolutely stunning in that dress Linda.' he replied.

He said it with such obvious sincerity that I think I might have once again blushed a little as I smiled, and said - ‘Thank you, I'm glad you like it.' - then, feeling just a little girlishly light-headed, went off towards the kitchen.

Once the coffee was set to percolate I made a short trip to the bathroom, checked my hair and make-up, then gave a serious thought to changing my panties - but, as nothing else would quite match the rest of what I had on, and I still wasn't certain that things would go that far on what was after all, merely our first date - I decided to leave things as they were.

As I opened the bathroom door I heard the first strains of one of my favourite pieces of music, Mozart's clarinet concerto, and took his selection of it as a further example of the things Martin and I had in common.

With that thought still in my mind, and remembering the various compliments he had already paid me, as I went back to rejoin him I said. ‘I don't want you to think I am either pressurising you or pre-empting things between us Martin but I do want you to know how much I have enjoyed both the meal and the time we have already spent together. You are a very handsome and attractive man, and I don't know any woman who wouldn't enjoy being in your company.'

I could tell from the expression on his face just how much my little outburst both surprised and pleased him. ‘Why Linda, what a nice thing to say - thank you! I'm just glad you feel a little of what I do. As I told you when I first saw you, I couldn't believe that my email correspondent could turn out to be such a beautiful woman, and several times during the evening I've had to pinch myself to prove I wasn't actually merely dreaming it all.'

Then he stepped closer, and as his hands reached out for mine, he added in a much softer voice. ‘If you think I'm being a little too impetuous please just say so - but would you mind very much if I kissed you?'

‘Far from it!' I whispered as I slipped between his arms and pressed myself close to him.

That first kiss was fleetingly hesitant, our lips merely briefly brushing against each other - but his were moist, soft and tempting - so when a second or two later he re-kissed me I was more than eager to respond much more positively. As our lips met again he released one of my hands and slipped his up behind my head, his fingers combing up through my hair before holding me as he pressed his mouth against mine. I knew it was pointless either ignoring or trying to disguise my body's response, so I reached around for his arse and pulled him even closer, then felt eager thrills running right through me when the tip of his tongue began flickering teasingly at the corners of my mouth.




In Control



But he was obviously in no rush - and neither was I - and I revelled in the generous sprinkling of light butterfly kisses he placed on my ears, eyes and neck, in between them whispering a variety of sweet things, amongst them; how beautiful I was, how wittily intelligent, how just my eyes had completely captivated him, and, how unbelievable it seemed that he had been able to meet me.

Then his lips finally returned to mine and that kiss held far more passion - for both of us. As our tongues slid forward to twirl and twine in each other's mouth our arms encircled and brought us even more tightly together, and as I felt the already hardening length of him against my thigh, my pussy seemed to be turning to mush.

We held each other for several long minutes, neither one of us apparently wanting to foreshorten the pleasures we were feeling, but when we eventually did Martin took my face between those long, beautifully soft fingers and said - ‘This is your home ground Linda, so I leave it to you to decide what happens next. If you feel you would like more time to get to know me, I understand - but if not, well as your email implied, you enjoy having control, so it's up to you whether I stay, or go now.'

Those liquidly brown eyes stared deep into mine, and I knew exactly what answer he was hoping for - and of course it was the one I wanted to give. ‘I think we have only just started getting to know each Martin - why waste the time we have already spent together - I think we should see just how much more compatible we really are.'

He smiled, happily, then gave me a hug. ‘As I said, I really can't believe this is happening!' he whispered, then, as he released me, added. ‘Should I leave the next steps to you, or would you prefer me to begin undressing you?'

By way of reply I reached up and began un-knotting his tie, then, as he slipped out of his jacket, started working on his shirt buttons, leaning forward to kiss and nibble my way down over the flesh beneath it. Once more than half-way I was of course looking downward so took that opportunity to check out what was happening even lower - and saw that the bulge at his crotch certainly looked impressive.

But when I began to work on his belt, Martin stopped me. ‘Hold on a moment Linda, just let me get my shoes and socks off.' he said as he stepped back and reached down to do so.

That short break in proceedings also seemed too good an opportunity to miss of getting rid of my dress, so I unzipped it and carefully pulled it over my head, then turned to hang it on the seat of a nearby chair. When I turned back I saw him staring unblinkingly down at me. ‘Sweet Jesus - you're not just beautiful, you're dazzlingly gorgeous Linda! And what you've got on is just about every man's fantasy!' he added throatily.

‘I'm glad you like it.' I answered, then, as I got down on my knees and, while using one hand to begin undoing his belt, pressed the other against the still growing bulge in his trousers and added. ‘And whatever you've got hiding in here promises to look just as good to me.'

In no time at all I had got rid of the trousers, underneath which I was pleased to find he was wearing a pair of really fine, grey silk under-shorts - then paused while I took in what I was seeing. By then his cock must have been very nearly fully erect, its still hardening length held down inside one leg by the tightly stretched silk, and what little stimulation we had already given each other had quite obviously already been really effective; the large damp stain showing that pre-cum had already started oozing from him. But what really grabbed and held my full attention was the apparent size of it, even allowing for the fact that it was probably not yet fully engorged and I was only seeing it in outline it looked really, really impressive!

I was suddenly reminded of what one heard many women often saying - ‘That a good way to judge the size of an unknown man's equipment is to check the size of his hands and feet'. Martin's hands and long fingers had been one of the first things I had noticed about him, but at the time I hadn't made the implied physical connection. Glancing down for a split-second I saw that his feet were certainly on the large side, so perhaps the old wives' tale was true after all.

But right then verifying vague aphorisms was the very last thing on my mind - so I reached up and pressed one hand lightly against its length, and even through the cool silk I could feel its heat. It jerked, powerfully and as it did so Martin gasped, then gave a deep, almost disbelieving groan as my fingers curled more firmly around the much more quickly hardening shaft.

Although I was strongly tempted to simply pull down his shorts and take a proper look at it, like some child dragging out the thrill of discovering exactly what lay inside the beautifully wrapped gift by first letting her imagination run free, I curbed that impulse. Instead I simply trailed my fingers up and down it; my already tingling pussy spasming more strongly as I watched the still hidden flesh growing longer and harder and felt its already strong pulse increasing as my touch added yet more fuel to the fire that was clearly burning inside him.

The throbbing pulsation grew stronger and jerkier as his cock grew even bigger, increasing in both length and girth as my fingers continued their slow but insistent caressing, and it wasn't long before the only thing holding it steady was the silky constraint of the leg of his shorts.

I have to admit that I have never been able to fully explain, even to myself, my fascination with a man's cock - and at this point I should also say that I use the word ‘cock' when I'm thinking about an erect penis.

Of course all people - both men and women - down through the ages have found its transformation from penis to cock almost magical, and that was no doubt what made it the object of actual veneration in many cultures. But even in these far more educated and enlightened days I'm convinced that many more women than will openly admit to it still often find just the process itself both astonishing and physically exciting. Perhaps some of that is because, at least by comparison, so little appears to be happening when a woman is aroused - after all, unlike a woman there is no way a man can ever hide the fact that he is getting turned-on.

By then I myself was feeling the full effect of what I was doing to Martin, the warm, mushy feeling I'd had between my legs had become almost swamp-like, and I felt I was producing so much lubrication that it had not only soaked my panties but that by then was probably dripping down on to the carpet.

So I finally reached up and tugged the waistband of his shorts downwards, taking care not to trap his virtually fully erect cock as I did so. It sprang free, and even though I'd known it would be a big one, when I finally saw it I still couldn't restrain my sudden gasp of amazement. It wasn't just impressively big, it was beautiful - a strange word to use about a man, but as a descriptor of his cock an accurate one. Not just long and thick, but perfectly proportioned, no sometimes off-putting curves, either upwards or sideways. The rigid shaft was made to look even more imposing by the heavily gnarled network of veins, and the sleek, helmet-shaped head was plumply glossy, with, at its tip, one fresh pearl-like bead of pre-cum glistening invitingly.

I teased him - looking up with what I hoped was a wickedly mischievous grin before curling the fingers of one hand lightly around the shaft and letting just the tip of my tongue run across my lips - then, as I slid my other hand down into my soaking wet panties, and, doing it deliberately slowly, I licked off that shimmering drop of fluid.

He shuddered as my tongue rasped up over his cock-head, but otherwise held himself still, waiting to see just what I would do next. At that very moment I wasn't certain myself, I was in two minds; whether to enjoy watching him come by leaning back and just using my hand, or to miss out something of that pleasure by leaning forward and taking him in my mouth.

I admit there was a touch of both feminine vanity as well as practicality in my decision. Although I knew just how thrilling I always found watching a well-built man's climax to be, I also knew that simply masturbating him would undoubtedly result in my getting well splattered with semen. Now although I normally had nothing at all against that, until I was certain we were going to meet more than just this once I wanted to continue looking my best until our time together was over. And getting rid of gobbets of semen from my face - and particularly my hair - wasn't, as I knew from past experiences, something I could do in a matter of moments. So I leaned forward and slipped my lips down over his cock-head.

Now as any sensibly mature person knows, the first few times any couple make love are not the times they are most likely to have really good sex; neither knows the other's likes and dislikes, nor either their body's reaction time or what moves are most likely to give the greatest pleasures. So, as I had no idea whether Martin and I would meet again, and I had no intention of the evening ending without me being able to enjoy at least one climax of my own, even as my lips slid slowly forward, I had no hesitation in beginning to finger myself.

I had already become so aroused by everything that had happened - the time I had spent in this most attractive man's company, the steadily increasing sense of anticipation I had felt, discovering he possessed such a beautiful cock, and what I was experiencing right then with it both stretching my fingers and filling my mouth - that just that first lightly fluttering touch was enough to make my pussy start spasming even more powerfully.

But, doing my best to suppress what was happening to me, I began slowly working Martin over; tightening my lips in the deep groove behind his plum-like head, and, as my hand started sliding up and down the increasingly strongly throbbing shaft, bobbing my head back and forth with short, sharp movements.

Remembering what I had said about preferring to be the one in control he had, until that moment, carefully refrained from touching me, but as the effects of my stimulation shot through his entire body even he couldn't hold himself back any longer. I felt his hands reaching around my head, but unlike most other men, who I could expect to take a firm grip as they began to fuck my mouth, Martin merely let his fingers stroke and lightly ruffle my hair.

‘That is so wonderful, so absolutely wonderful! You are not just a beautiful woman Linda, you are the most utterly fantastic lover!' he whispered throatily.

As any woman would know, those few tender words of praise had a disproportionately strong effect on how I was feeling and even as I managed to continue stroking, bobbing and sucking on his increasingly powerfully responding cock, I felt the first signs of my own approaching climax. In the hope that I could perhaps synchronise our two orgasms, as my fingers started rubbing my clit just a little more vigorously I increased the speed and strength of what I was doing for Martin.

But even though he must have sensed what was happening to me; either because he was enjoying my caressing too much to let himself go, or that his normal staying power was just that much greater than mine, I was unsuccessful. Not that I really cared, although what was happening to me meant I may have missed quite a few beats in my rhythmic stimulation of him, I allowed myself to wallow in the bliss of what proved to be a long, almost rolling climax.

Even once the full effect had waned my pussy and clit still remained super-sensitive and under other circumstances I might well have continued taking care of myself for even longer. But just then both his tensing body and his low grunting gasps made me realise that Martin was finally approaching his own critical moments. So I pulled my pussy-juice soaked hand from between my legs and reached up for his balls. They were heavy and swollen and as my finger-tips touched them I felt them tightening, then even as I cupped and began gently fondling them I felt a sure signal of his impending release, I felt them being drawn upwards.

Pushing the hand that had been stroking it down to the very base of his cock, and sucking as hard as I could, I slid my mouth forward, taking him deep into the back of my throat. Then, as my hands began gripping him rhythmically, and each time sucking hard, I began pushing my mouth back and forth, in effect using it to pump him.

It took no more than half a dozen to get him to orgasm; after the first two or three I felt his already rigidly swollen cock getting even more throbbingly distended, felt my cheeks being pushed out as the head literally ballooned, then what felt like every single muscle in his body tightened, preparing for that one single moment when every bit of all their stored energy would be called for. I relaxed my throat, took him deeper, sucked him harder, and thrilled as I felt the first enormous surge of semen being forced up through his cock. It exploded in a massive gushing jet that was so powerful it very nearly made me gag as it shot straight down my throat - but I suppressed that natural reaction, continuing to suck and pump as hard as I could and felt the same excited thrill at each of the long succession of gouts I drained from him.

Instead of lifting me once he was finished he brought himself down to my level by dropping to his knees in front of me, holding me gently while cleaning my semen smeared lips with his kisses. ‘As I said before, you are an absolutely unbelievably fantastic lover Linda, I just hope I can measure up to your standards, give you at least a little of the pleasure you have given me.' he said between kisses.

Then, pulling me to my feet, he asked where my bedroom was - the way he asked it made it clear that his question was not just about the layout of my apartment, but also if that was where I too wished to go next. In reply I just took his hand and led him, then stood for a moment as he, with one swift, powerful jerk yanked the covers off the bed. ‘I'll tidy up later.' he said with a boyishly cheeky grin as he turned and took me in his arms again.

The next hour is a blurring kaleidoscope of an excess of absolutely intensely blissful pleasure - I think, for both of us.

His hands were not just large and soft, they were also knowingly slow; and he seemed to understand just how, where and how much I ached to be touched, stroked, caressed. Everything he did with them he did unhurriedly, and although I admit that there were times when my frustratedly squirming body screamed for him to progress more quickly, I also admit that in the long run, he knew best.

At first he rolled me over to lie on my stomach then literally kissed, licked and stroked me from neck to ankle. Although I was initially overly self-conscious that he might find my undoubtedly soaking wet, and probably smelly panties somewhat off-putting, they didn't seem to bother him, and certainly didn't impede his slow and thorough investigation of my body.

In fact my concerns about his reaction to the state of them were completely dispelled the first time he completed one of his many upward explorations. ‘Your scent is intoxicating. I mean your natural scent.' he added before pushing himself back down, easing the waistband lower and then taking several deep inhalations before resuming his slow caressing.

I'd never had a man touch me in quite that way and it wasn't long before I felt myself revelling in the utterly blissful thrills he was giving me. Other than my frequent gasps or a word or two of encouragement when he located a particularly responsive spot, or his low, whispered endearments when his licks and kisses brought his mouth near my ears, for a long time we enjoyed each other in relative silence.

At some stage he unfastened my bra, but at first he made no attempt to remove it, merely laying the ends of the straps aside so they didn't impede his attention to my back. At another he pushed my panties lower, hitching the waistband beneath the cheeks of my buttocks so he could lick and suck on them. I loved it, loved every single thing he did, and when he eventually rolled my unprotesting body over, then having finally slipped my bra and pants off me, began that same slow exploration of all the newly exposed parts of me, I loved it even more!

He treated my breasts as though they were the first he'd ever encountered; using those marvellous hands with both amazing patience and a knowing tenderness. His slow fondling caresses generated rippling waves of pleasure that spread throughout my entire body and even though he somehow managed to give the impression that those skilful actions were merely those of an acolyte's insightful response, he clearly understood both my body's steadily growing needs, and sensed exactly where I was on the progression towards an inevitable orgasm. So, after the long, slow arousal he had been building within me, it wasn't really surprising that when he eventually began actually suckling on them that was more than enough to give me a truly spectacular climax.

But as I was soon to discover it was to be but the first of several. No sooner had the tremblingly shuddering responses come to an end than he said softly. ‘I would love to kiss and lick your pussy now - is that all right?'

Of course at that stage neither of us had brought up anything to do with either exactly what our individual limitations were, or the reasons for them, and right at that moment any sort of conversation was the very last thing I wanted, so I replied. ‘That would be wonderful Martin - just don't push your fingers inside me please.'

He nodded, smiled, kissed me, and said - ‘I'll be careful.' - then began slowly working his way down over my body.

Even though I had previously rated his hands and fingers as being fantastically skilful I have to say that by comparison with the practised expertise of his mouth and tongue they could only be described as being fumblingly incompetent. The things he did to me, to my clitoris and pussy, were utterly mind-blowing - absolutely unlike anything I'd ever previously experienced!

From the first moment he eased my legs apart and began kissing and licking my inner thighs I knew he'd be good - showing that same understanding and unselfish patience he had demonstrated when caressing my breasts - and by the time he finally got around to begin teasing my pussy, I knew that whatever he was going to do for me would be spectacular.

Again he generally took his time, but also continued to correctly interpret whatever subtle clues my reactions gave him, his flickering tongue increasing its speed and pressure exactly when I desperately needed it - triggering what proved to be merely the first in a series of mind and body-wracking orgasms. I lost track of time, simply lay there; moaning, gasping, heaving and writhing as I revelled in the luxury of a seemingly endless round of electrifyingly pleasurable gratification 

So, when I finally pushed him away from me I was feeling both drained and exhausted, yet when he got up onto his knees and sat back on his heels there was no way I could miss seeing the effect of what satisfying me had done to him. There, jutting vertically from between his thighs, was his cock, proudly erect and quite obviously totally reinvigorated. In spite of the high I was still slowly coming down from I found just the sight of it was enough to re-stir something within me - its size, finely shaped proportions and colour, plus the strength and power that were implied by its sturdy quivering - were undeniably intensely exciting.

I got up and kneeled in front of him. ‘I'm sure you could tell just how phenomenal that was for me Martin. You are an extraordinarily wonderful lover! But before we say anything else, I think I should do something about this.' I said as I reached forward and slipped one hand up under his balls and curled the other around his strongly pulsing shaft.




In Control



His entire body tensed and shuddered as my fingers tightened then began slowly stroking up and down. ‘Oh Linda, that feels so good!' he sighed, then leaned forward to kiss me.

If my lips and tongue hadn't been so pleasantly engaged I might have replied that it felt almost as good for me too. Having just had my own sexual needs so thoroughly satisfied, right then I was not only able to totally concentrate on him and his body's reactions, but in some ways, and to me that was even more important, I was the one who was in control. And I don't mind admitting that although I didn't actually torment him, I did make the most of that opportunity. I also admit that at least partially for my own enjoyment I made sure I did it very, very slowly - I say partially because from what I could tell from his responses Martin enjoyed me doing it that way just as much as I did.

At first he tried to caress me while we continued kissing, but as our arms and hands tended to get entangled and I wanted to have enough room to do what I wanted to, I pushed his away and indicated he should forget about me, just lean back and make the most of what I was doing.

As my slowly moving hand gradually built the pressure inside him I heard his increasingly frequent gasps and groans of rising pleasure and it wasn't too long before his cock had become absolutely rock-hard, its shaft vibrating from a deep, powerfully throbbing beat, and, if it hadn't been for the steady trickle of pre-cum that was by then oozing from it, its super-sensitive head looking more like a small, glossy, but tautly bloated party balloon.

I loved that time - it's impossible to describe just how much I loved it. I loved the feel of him; the heavily vein-gnarled, but still silky-smooth shaft - the wet-satiny slickness of the head - and the promisingly heavy fullness of his balls. I loved the sight of him; not just his cock, but also the blocky maleness of his chest and shoulders. I loved the responsiveness of him; the sounds and muscle flexing reactions to my caressing. But, underpinning all those individual sources of pleasure, was the even stronger feelings I got from knowing that I was the one who would ultimately decide how, and when the inevitable would happen.

So it's not too surprising that I kept him waiting, but, that time, maybe only just a little bit longer than he would have preferred. Right up until the very last minute or two I'm positive he enjoyed not only the intensely pleasurable physical sensations but also the sometimes equally exciting rising sense of anticipation, and quite understood that delaying it would only make his eventual climax all the more rewarding

.

As the tension and pressure inside approached criticality I watched and felt him tensing even more; his thigh and stomach muscle ridges tightening, his hips trying to thrust his already rearing cock even higher, his hands reaching back to grip his ankles as his upper body arched backwards - I knew he was only a few short moments away from his orgasm.

At such times virtually all men, can most of the time be placed in one of two categories - those who like to be finished off as quickly as possible, and those who prefer it to be done firmly but much, much more slowly - and as many men find it hard to verbalise such things when they're about to come, a woman usually has to rely on her senses to recognize exactly what he wants. And of course as that was my first time with Martin I had no previous experience to use as a guide to his preferences.

But then, given the pleasure I was getting from the feel of having him in my hands, even if I had known, I might still have done what I actually did.

Instead of continuing my hand's steadily rhythmic stroking up and down the increasingly powerfully throbbing shaft, as I brought the hand that had been fondling his balls up to grip the base of it really, really tightly, I slid my other fingers up to encircle the cock-head. It was already slippery from the amount of pre-cum that had been seeping from it, so my fingers slid effortlessly up and over the taut, silky curve - and then, knowing the other hand's tight grip would at least delay the onset of his climax, I, perhaps a little bit unfairly, set about deliberately teasing and tormenting him.

I did it lightly, sometimes almost feather-light lightly, using just my finger-tips - slipping them up and down over the super-sensitive rim, or around and around in the deep groove beneath it. Each little move made Martin's body jerk as though it had been hit by a surge of high voltage, each jolt producing a deep guttural grunt from somewhere deep inside him, each shock-wave further tightening his already tension wracked muscles.

By then his cock looked even more dramatically magnificent; the steel-hard shaft knotted with cords of blue-black veins, the dark purple head appearing to be bloated to the brink of actually bursting, and the whole thing quivering jerkily from the force of the pressures still rising within it.

It was a matter of rather fine judgement as to just how long I had before the intensity of his excited anticipation would switch to something more like angry frustration, so, that time I held him at that almost torturedly nerve-shattering point for no more than a minute or two.

Then, as I released the hand that had been gripping him I pushed that hand back down under his balls - they were swollen and had already risen to press tightly against the root of his cock - at the same time curling my other hand right around the shaft and, slowly but firmly, slid it downwards.

It became clear just how close to the point of climax I had been holding him when, after just three or four of those more determined strokes, and with long, hoarsely loud bellow of ecstatic relief, he erupted. The first blast gave a good indication of just how much semen he had bottled-up inside him, the stickily thick jet shooting high, then hanging momentarily before splashing messily down on to his thigh. And although those that followed were neither as substantial nor quite as forcefully driven, for quite some time each pump of my hand was rewarded with yet another burst - sometimes a large, single gobbet and sometimes just a spray of much smaller ones - each one accompanied by Martin's harsh but obviously rapturous cries.

When I was sure that he was finally done I kissed him, then scooped up my discarded underwear and left him to recover while I headed for the bathroom to freshen up.

Of course by then the coffee I'd earlier started was absolutely stone cold and somehow the very idea of a hot drink at that time seemed inappropriate, so I took a bottle of wine from the fridge, opened it, collected a couple of glasses and took them through to the bedroom. The effect of what I had done for Martin had apparently totally drained him and he had simply pulled a sheet up over himself and drifted off into a light sleep. But whether it was the clinking of the glassware as I put them down on the bedside table, or the movement of the bed as I sat down beside him, he immediately awoke. ‘Hello again, I didn't know how long you'd be gone, so I let myself doze off. What you did for me was unbelievable.' he said before reaching up to pull my head down so he could kiss me.

As both of us, each in our own way were by then completely sated we lay there, talking quietly as we sipped the cool, refreshing wine, and under those circumstances it was only natural that sooner or later the conversation would find its way around to the causes of our particular sexual limitations.

Having told him mine Martin began a longer, more psychologically complex reason for what he continued to refer to as his ‘proclivities'.

I gathered that even as a boy, when first learning about the basic processes of conception and birth he found the very idea of one part of the male being ‘shoved' - as he put it - into a female, distasteful. And the fact that a baby grew, ‘like a parasite' - again as he referred to it - inside the female, even more so. Of course he recognised that nobody else seemed to have any such thoughts, in fact most of his school-friends said they couldn't wait for an opportunity to try out at least the first part of the process, so he had no outlet for those feelings. Even once he had started going out with girls, one or two of whom seemed just as eager as his school-mates had, he found himself holding back from doing what everybody else seemed to find so natural. Naturally enough the time came for him to eventually lose his virginity and although he admitted he enjoyed everything to do with the lead-up and foreplay, and the moment of orgasm had been great, once it was done he still found himself being slightly sickened by the idea that he had had to penetrate the young woman.

However, in due course he fell in love, and married, and even though those thoughts hovered in the background he managed to push them aside and to all intents and purposes he and his wife seemed to have a perfectly satisfactory sex-life. So much so that she became pregnant. But although there had been no previous indications that anything was wrong with either his wife or the baby serious difficulties were encountered during her actual labour, and in fact both mother and child died.

All that had taken place a decade or so earlier and although the pain of it sometimes still resurfaced, he had to a great extent moved-on from it. But I guess that with a history like that Martin's aversion to penetrative sex was, at least to a large extent, understandable - and I readily agreed that his reasons were certainly quite as valid as my own, purely physical ones.

We agreed that the chances of two people with our particular limitations actually finding each other were probably in the millions to one against - but we had, and not only that, without even knowing each other's history we had each seemed to be immediately attracted to the other.

‘In fact, if I believed in it, or them, I would say the gods have seen fit to smile down on us Linda.' he said when we arrived at that point in the conversation. ‘And I understand that bad and evil fates await those who spurn and reject what gifts the gods offer.' he added with his cheekily boyish grin.

‘Wise counsel indeed Martin, we should cherish even the smallest of their gifts - and in my case the gift is far from being a small one.' I replied as my hand burrowed down beneath the sheet to end up fondling the one he had between his legs.

All that happened some years ago now, and Martin and I are still together, still happy, and still enjoying the innumerable variations we have discovered in finding new ways of pleasing, exciting and thoroughly satisfying each other.



In Control



This story is based on a special relationship. Melanie or Mel, is married to Kane, who is best friends with Derek. They both work together in their large security company which offers high-class security to high paying clients. They are in a special ménage relationship. And over the next two chapters, Mel decided to switch things up a bit and try something new.

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Mel was smiling intently at Derek. Usually he waited for Kane to get home to start the fun and games. But tonight, he seemed impatient and was already ripping his clothes off. Mel started to remove her shirt when he strode over to her and said,

"I want to make it extra special tonight Mel," he shoved his boxers down his hips revealing his thick hardness.

Mel glanced down and as always she was amazed by the hard smooth shaft. The things that he did to her should be outlawed. She licked her lips. It would be nothing to fall to her knees and to take him into her mouth. The desire was so strong to do it that she felt her self slowly lowering herself.

Derek moaned as Mel wrapped her lips around his throbbing erection. He groaned out, "That's not what I meant by special."

Mel slid her plump lips up and down Derek. I don't know she thought, feels pretty special to me. In fact, why should Derek and Kane always control things? In that brief minute Melanie decided tonight would be special, but it would be because she was in charge.

She grasped his hips and pulled him into her mouth, drawing his throbbing cock all the way in as she sucked him hard and grazing her teeth along his quivering flesh. "Damn... Mel if you keep that up, I'm not going to last long," groaned Derek as Mel worked her magic on his aching shaft.

Mel felt his delicious hardness swelling even further between her clenched teeth. I need more, she thought. "Is this a party for two or can anyone join?" Kane's voice cutting through her sexual frenzy. She moaned and clenched even further on Derek at the sound of it.

"Fuck!" cried Derek, his face screwed up in bliss as the pressure on his throbbing cock increased. Mel reached up and caressed his balls, while sucking him deeply and convulsively swallowing over him. He dug his fingers into her shoulders as he cried out again as his orgasm shattered his senses.

Mel swallowed every last drop of his cum. Kane strode over, placing his hands under her arms and pulled her up. He flipped her around and starting kissing her roughly. He could taste Derek's essence, as well as the taste that was uniquely Melanie.

Derek laid back on the bed, his entire body sheened with sweat and quivering from the intense orgasm that still sent shivers through him. Melanie groaned against Kane as his mouth plundered hers. His hands pulled at her pants, opening them and sliding them down her legs. Melanie broke the kiss with one word, "NO!" Kane's head snapped back in surprise. Melanie had never said no before. Ever. "Tonight, I am in control." Kane looked at her intensely and then glanced at Derek at the bed. The thought that she would be controlling them tonight was sending signals to his thickening cock. 

"Over here Kane," said Melanie, pulling him towards the bed. Derek groaned and tried to move but he felt completely boneless still. "On the bed," Kane's mind was racing as she directed him towards were Derek laid limply on the bed

Melanie gave both her men a playful smile. She reached up and started to remove Kane's clothing. When he was completely naked, she smiled and turned him to face Derek on the bed.

"You ready Derek?" asked Mel, "Yeah," said Derek as he slid off the bed shakily.

Derek felt his cock starting to get hard again. He knew what Melanie wanted him to do. But he was going to wait to hear her say it. It would give Kane something to say no to if he wasn't into it. Up until this point, they had only flirted with idea here and there of Kane and Derek together. Now that he was about to do it, Derek felt his breathing speed up.

A shock ran through Kane's system as he realized what Melanie had planned. She reached forward and grasped his hard thighs spreading them. "Suck him Derek, make him moan."

Derek grinned and fell to his knees. He took all of Kane's cock into his mouth. He swallowed and took him all the way to his throat. His hands came up, one was fondling his balls and the other rubbing his sac. Kane's head fell back and moaned. Melanie moved her hands from behind him and began flicking his distended nipple to little hardened nubs.

"That's it baby, suck him real deep," groaned Mel as she squeezed Kane's nipples.

Kane moaned as Derek's teeth grazed up along his throbbing shaft. Mel trailed her hands down Kane's quivering chest to his thighs. She pulled his thighs up and slowly rubbed her fingers over his ass. Kane arched off the bed as she quickly slid two fingers deep inside him

"Make him cum now Derek." Derek at once grazed Kane's dick with his teeth and licked his slit. Kane shuddered and shot his come into Derek's awaiting mouth.

Mel wasn't finished though. She had pushed three fingers into Kane now. She felt his prostate and continued to work his ass until he was moaning and writhing.

Kane cried out as his orgasm was extended twice as long, his hands gripped into the sheets tightly as Derek grazed his teeth up over his jerking shaft and the tip. The inferno of pleasure seared him with its intensity as his vision blackened around the edges.

Kane collapsed in a heap. "Fuck me," he whispered. Melanie laughed a little. "I thought we just did. But don't think I'm done with you. I haven't had my turn yet and neither has Derek." Mel shifted so that she was on her knees facing the headboard. Derek came around the bed and came up behind her.

She turned and grasped Derek's steadily thickening cock which she stroked back to fullness. She pressed her mouth against his while she stroked him teasingly.

Derek was fully hard once again. He began to rub his cock between Melanie's wet pussy lips. Mel shivered as her throbbing nub felt the slick friction against it. She wanted him inside her. NOW!

"I think it's hardly fair that you get to do all the teasing Mel," said Derek. He buried his head between her legs and stroked his tongue along her weeping clit

"Oh, like its fair when you and Kane take control and I'm left a boneless mess," Mel couldn't believe she could even string two words together. Derek's tongue was rasping her clit to pain. He then began to work two fingers into her slippery channel, making any more thinking out of question.

She cried out, willing the throbbing sensation to break over her so she could regain control all that much faster.

Derek felt Mel was on the verge of orgasm. He quickly pulled away. She growled at him. "If you are going to come Mel, I want to be in that sweet pussy of yours." Derek reared up, slamming her against the headboard as he impaled her on his throbbing erection. Kane, who by now, had been merely watching saw his opportunity. 

He grasped Derek's hips and spread his cheeks far. He reached down and coated his hand in Mel's fluids and massaged it into Derek's ass. Derek stopped moving and shuddered inside Mel. "Fuck," moaned Derek as Kane's fingers reached in deeper.

Kane knew exactly which spot to touch. "God Kane, that feels good," Derek pushed back against Kane's marvelous fingers. "I need more though. Please give me more." Melanie was moaning as Derek began to move once again in a rhythm that would allow him to feel everything.

Kane grinned and pushed Derek against Melanie before spreading him and sliding his hot, hard thickness deep inside him. "Fuck you're so tight Derek," groaned Kane as he worked himself deep inside of him. Derek moaned at the feeling of Kane sliding into him and the feeling of Mel's tight warm heat wrapped around his throbbing shaft like a thick leather glove.

Derek didn't know which sensation was better. The feeling of Melanie's wet lips gripping his cock or the fullness as Kane slowly fucked his ass. Kane slid in and out with an agonizingly slow pace. He leaned over a little and began to also fondle Mel's tight little clit.

Derek breathed brokenly as Kane grasped his hips more tightly and began to slide into him faster. Melanie's legs twined over the top of Kane's trapping Derek between their hot sweaty bodies. The sensations burned at him, Kane's hard muscles pressed against his back and Melanie's soft supple breasts with their hardened buds pressed up against his chest.

"Fuck him harder," breathed Melanie. With every movement from Kane, Derek drove into Mel's body. Kane began to slam into Derek at the sound of Mel's voice.

Derek cried out as Melanie wrapped her arms around his back, she squeezed her legs down more tightly and began thrusting up to him when Kane thrust down. Tears leaked out from Derek's eyes with immense pleasure and the intense pressure beginning to build in his groin and balls.

"Oh god, I can't hold back anymore, I'm going to come." He felt the pleasure shooting up his spine. Kane's balls were slapping against his ass and with one more swift thrust, Derek let go.

Derek roared out as he exploded deep inside of Mel. He clenched tightly over Kane, the sudden pressure sent him over the edge. He roared out his pleasure and exploded, emptying himself into Derek's ass. Mel's nails dug into Derek's back as her orgasm flooded over her she screamed as she clamped over Derek's pulsing cock.

The three fell to the bed gasping for air. Not a sound could be heard except the rasping of breath. Then suddenly Mel chirped up, "So when can we do that again?"

"Not for awhile babe, I think we might have killed Derek," panted Kane. Mel giggled as she realized that Derek was fast asleep.

Melanie smiled and snuggled up to her bodyguard. Kane took his left side and all three lapsed into a deep satisfied sleep.

Chapter 2

Derek walked into the office to chat with Kane, but Melanie has other ideas. She closed and locked the door and pulled the blinds over the windows.

Kane looks up from his mess of papers on his desk. He shoots a glance to Derek to ask what is going on, but Derek's face is a complete mystery. When he looks over to Melanie she was removing her top. And then other things began to fill his mind altogether.

"You got plenty of chance to play with Derek last time," grinned Melanie lecherously, "Take out Derek's cock and suck him."

Kane couldn't believe that this was Melanie. She was never the one who was in control, but lately she was one directing them all. And it didn't matter, because Kane felt himself moving from his seat. He undid Derek's pants and let them drop to floor. Today, however, Derek chose to forgo the boxers. Kane's mouth was practically watering as he saw Derek's thick cock stiffening to full length.

Derek groaned as Kane sucked his thickening cock into his mouth. "That's it baby, suck him in all the way to the back," said Melanie huskily.

His tongue rolled under the ridge, creating deep sensations starting in Derek's spine. Derek began to sweat, trying to grasp onto some semblance of control. But he gave up the fight when he felt Kane press forward all the way, taking every last quivering inch of his cock into his mouth.

Derek leaned back and moaned, the sensations drilling through him. Melanie crushed her lips to his while pulling his jacket off. Her hand reached under him to cup his balls while her other hand unbuttoned his shirt.

Pulling the shirt off his shoulders, Melanie began slow ministrations to Derek's nipples. With each moan, she pinched him a little hard. Derek became a flood of pain and pleasure. Even Kane sucking him dry was causing him pain with unbearable pleasure. 

His hands bunched tightly in Kane's thick hair as the pain and pleasure ran riot through his body. He gasped for breath at each pull of Kane's mouth on his straining cock and with each caress and twinge of Mel's fingers on his hard throbbing nipples.

The last of his control left his body, as he felt Kane slide his tongue down the length of him. "Fuck!" Derek screamed. His head fell back against Melanie as he shot his come into Kane's awaiting mouth. 

"I never took you to be a screamer Derek," said Kane wiping his mouth grinning. "We'll see who's the one screaming soon Kane," said Mel pulling his tie out. "He's already ready to burst," remarked Mel as she grabbed his full erection through his strained pants.

"Take off your clothes Kane. And do it very slowly, I want to enjoy this." Melanie stepped back to peruse Kane's strip tease. Behind her she heard Derek come up. He leaned in and licked her neck and fondled her hardened nipples through the lace of the bra. Although she loved the feeling, Melanie was determined to not be distracted.

Kane slowly unbuttoned his shirt revealing the broad expanse of bronze muscled skin, he pushed his shirt off with his jacket and reached down to his belt. Mel watched intently as Kane popped the button on his pants and drew down the zipper. She moaned when Derek's hand moved down and caressed her hard bud with his hot breath on her cheek. Kane pushed his pants and boxers down together, his full thickness slapping against his hard stomach before he bent over to pull his pants and boxers off his feet

Melanie stepped away from Derek. Her body felt bereft without his hands on her, but she wanted to touch Kane. She walked over and glided her hand down his rippling chest, past his navel and straight to his straining penis. Her fingertips grazed its purplish head and she smiled as she felt Kane tremble. Using only her fingertip, she ran it up and down the length two then three times. Kane's breathing seemed to stop altogether after the third graze.

"You're going to wish you hadn't made that comment Kane, we're both going to enjoy making you scream," purred Melanie flicking her tongue over the pulsing head of his cock. Melanie enveloped all of his hard length. Kane began to slowly fuck her mouth with small strokes and then when the pleasure began to shoot down his spine, he began to pump in her tempting mouth a little harder. Derek came around him and began to massage his taut ass. He moaned again this time at the feel of Derek's strong fingers tracing the contours of muscular thighs.

"Oh fuck," groaned Kane as Melanie released her lips from him and placed hard nipping kisses along his pulsing shaft. He cried out as Derek slipped a wet finger into his clenching ass.

Melanie moved her way up his body. Placing hot kisses on every inch of his skin she could reach. "I want you inside me Kane. Now!" Melanie flipped around and bent over his desk. Kane saw her tempting ass but he decided what he really wanted to feel on his cock was her wet pussy. Grasping her hips, Kane wedged his aching erection through her wet lips, rasping the bundle of nerves just waiting for his touch. 

Melanie moaned, "More," she gasped.

She moaned and bucked against him, a better idea flitted through her mind so she grasped his hips halting him. "What I want to see is Derek fucking you on the desk while I ride your big fat cock," Kane groaned as he pulled out of her. Melanie pushed all the papers off the table and said, "I want to see you balls deep in his ass before I ride him babe."

Melanie crushed her lips to Kane's, pushing him down on the hardwood desk. Derek approached him stroking his thick cock in one hand. "I'm going to mock you so bad when I make you scream Kane," smirked Derek as he grasped Kane's thighs spreading them wide. He moaned as Melanie's fingers penetrated him, spreading him for Derek's girth.

"You ready Derek?" asked Melanie.

"Of course," grinned Derek. He grasped a hold of his cock and pushed against the tight ring of muscle in Kane's ass. He groaned as Derek slipped the throbbing head of his cock pass the clenching ring of muscle. Kane cried out harshly as Derek slid all the way inside of him, Derek moaned at the sensation. "He's very tight isn't he babe?" asked Melanie seductively. 

"Oh yeah he's tight, you feel so good crushing my cock in there," moaned Derek as he slowly dragged himself out and rammed back in. Kane cried out again as a surge of pleasure flooded through him, he gasped when Mel wrapped both her lithe hands around his straining hardness and began to stroke and rub her fingers over the sensitive head.

"Fuck, Mel if you're going to fuck him do it now, I can't hold out much longer," groaned Derek as he thrust more savagely into Kane's ass. Melanie stroked Kane's weeping member again before letting it go. She climbed onto the table and grasped Kane's thighs, sliding down onto his thick erection. She placed her hands on his chest and began toying with his hard nipples while she built up the same savage pace that Derek had going.

Kane grasped Melanie's back as the pressure continued to build in his groin and balls, he gasped and panted as bursts of pleasure rapidly spiked through him as Mel and Derek took turns ramming into him. Soon the pressure was too much for Derek, he grasped Kane's hips tightly and pounded into him twice more then roared his release, exploding deep inside his ass.

Melanie shrieked over Kane as her orgasm flooded over her. Derek quickly slid out of him and slid three fingers into Kane's ass, finding his sweet spot, he rubbed it roughly as Kane howled with the pleasure. Melanie squeezed her tight walls around him increasing the pressure. Kane saw spots appear in his vision, he knew he was close to blacking out from the pleasure, he screamed his release as it tore from him, pumping deep inside her warm opening.

"It's great to know I can make you both scream from the pleasure," said Melanie huskily as she retrieved her clothes. Derek stumbled away from the desk and found his pants, he tapped Kane on the leg and asked "Are you alright buddy?"

Kane groaned and said "Yeah, give me a moment. I feel so boneless right now I can hardly move."



In Control Ch. 2



I had a tremendous amount of luck at the slots the next morning - unfortunately it was all bad! I managed to sink $500.00 into those damned one-armed bandits and I hadn't even hit the tables yet. Marsha had played her part well - dressed to the nines and hanging on my arm playing the trophy mistress like a pro. She'd stroke my cock through my pants and I'd cop a feel every once in awhile which was all good, but I began to get the feeling that she was like an albatross around my neck so I gave her a couple of hundred bucks and told her to go shopping and presto, she was gone.

I sidled over to a blackjack table and my luck changed instantly. After a few drinks and a whole lot of hands I looked at my watch and realized that I'd been playing for over four hours. Man, time flies when you're winning. I wondered where Marsha could be since I know from personal experience that she can go through a couple of hundred bucks faster than a hot knife through butter. There's something about a lucky streak that gets me horny and I decided that a couple of hours of sucking and fucking with my mistress would be a good way to pass the time until dinner.

I scooped up my chips and cruised through the casino figuring that perhaps she was trying her luck, but she was nowhere to be seen. Now I was starting to get pissed again but I figured maybe she had gone back to the room to fix her make-up or something like that. If she did, I intended to mess it up again by pumping my hard cock in and out of those beautiful full lips and blowing my load over her face. Hey - I just had a fantastic idea - I'd do that and then take her to dinner without letting her clean it off. Yup, that was definitely a plan.

I opened the door, hoping that she'd be there since my cock was straining against my pants and eager to turn my thoughts into reality. As I walked into the room I saw Marsha my beautiful mistress laid out on the bed. 

"It's about time you made it back" she purred at me, "I've been waiting for you." She was wearing a tiny red teddy that absolutely blows my mind every time I see her in it. In no time at all I had my clothes off and was on the bed beside her, with the teddy pulled down and my lips sucking her hardening nipples into my mouth. She started moaning and stroking my cock and telling me what a fantastic lover I am. "Hmmmmmmm," I thought to myself, "maybe I need to fuck her up the ass every night, she certainly does seem to be appreciative the next day." It's a tough job but someone has to do it...

I moved my hand down to her soft shaven pussy and found it to be absolutely soaking wet. She is rarely ever dry by this was fucking ridiculous! Everything was going just fine and then suddenly I thought I heard a noise in the bathroom and as I detached myself from Marsha's left nipple and turned to see what the noise was, I was quickly grabbed by two hands and whisked off the bed and onto the floor. Before I knew what was happening I had a gag in my mouth and my arms were handcuffed behind my back, my legs were tied together, and I was tossed into an armchair beside the balcony. All I could think of was that this was some kind of an awful mistake. I had had a bit of luck at the tables but there was no way the mob was after me for the $800.00 measly dollars I'd managed to win. They must have the wrong room.

As my head was trying to get a feel for what was happening, Marsha got off the bed and walked up to me with a huge smile on her face. Usually I like that smile because it means that I'm in for a wild ride but I had the feeling things were different this time around. 

"You fucking bastard," she smirked at me. "You think you can tell me who I can screw and who I can't , what the hell gives you the right to decide that?"

"Who the hell died and made you king?" My brain might have been somewhat clouded with alcohol and horniness but I was beginning to get the picture. "And then you think you can fuck me up the ass and I'm just going to lay down and take it? "Well, you've got something coming if that's what you think."

She removed her teddy and slid up against the man who must have been a professional rodeo cowboy based on how fast he had tied and gagged me. He removed his shirt and they embraced and I could see his hands sliding up and down her smooth soft back and then one slid over her waist and started squeezing and massaging her breasts, tweaking her nipples between his fingers. Their tongues intertwined and I could hear them moaning into each other's mouths. She stepped back and unfastened his pants and pulled them down to his ankles and then pulled down his boxers as well. I didn't want to watch but I couldn't tear my eyes away from them. When his boxers dropped his semi hard cock sprang into view and I swear it must have been 7 inches long and it wasn't even close to being fully erect. 

Marsha slid down to her knees as her hands slowly and gently massaged his cock to its full length which had to be damn near 10 inches long. She then opened her gorgeous mouth and began to feed his huge cock between her lips. She got about ½ way down and then slid back up, and I could see his cock glistening with her saliva. She kissed the head and then began to lick his balls then she focussed her attention on the spot between his balls and his asshole which is what absolutely drives me wild, and judging from his reactions, he wasn't having such a bad time either. She then moved back to his cock and after a few attempts she had that entire monster cock buried into her throat with her lips pressed up against his pubic hair. Man was she hot. Despite my predicament, I couldn't help get excited again and there I was sitting in the chair, handcuffed, tied and gagged, naked with a raging hard-on watching my mistress deep throat some guy's 10 inch cock. Hadn't this little vacation turned out somewhat differently than I had planned!

Marsha slid the cock out of her mouth and looking in my direction she said to me "Bob, I want you to meet Matt." She then looked up and Matt and said, "Matt, this is Bob." I tried to say something but the gag prevented me from making anything other than a gargled noise. "I met Matt in the casino and when I told him about you, he was very happy to help me out with my plan for revenge," she told me. "He's such a gentleman, unlike you," she added.

"You just stay put for a bit and watch the action," Marsha said to me. "I'll take care of you later," she added which made me think that this might not be so bad after all. "I want you to understand that since you are still screwing your wife, you can't tell me who I can screw. If you leave that bitch, then I'll be all yours, but until then, you don't control me."

With that they moved onto the bed and he mounted her and started to stroking his monster cock in and out of that beautiful pussy. I was hoping that he'd blow his load quickly so that this would be over with, but he was taking his time, and who could blame him. They'd fuck for about 10 minutes or so and then change positions and this must have gone on for a least a couple of hours. Every once in awhile he'd take a quick break and have one of my beers which really pissed me off. By the time he finally shot his load into her she must have come about a dozen times and he was groaning so loud that I was sure that the hotel security would be busting down the door at any time, which would have been just fine with me. 

Matt then got off of Marsha, took a swig of Bud and walked over to me, still seated in the chair. Then the bastard took his cock and wiped it on my face. I have to admit, having a guys cock in my face was disgusting but it actually smelled ok - what with Marsha's succulent juices all over it. 

"You like that don't you, you little faggot," he laughed at me. I was glad the gag was in mouth but I wasn't prepared for what happened next. Matt grabbed me by my shoulders and dragged me over to the bed where he laid me down on my stomach. "Uh oh," I thought to myself.

"Now for part two of my revenge," came Marsha's sing song voice, "now you're going to find out what it feels like to have some pig force himself into your asshole." She spread my ass cheeks apart and started sliding a finger into my butt. Before I knew it she had a couple of fingers inside me and it hurt like hell. I could also hear some slurping going on behind me and all I could imagine was that my sweet Marsha was sucking Matt's cock again so that she could get it hard enough to fuck me up the ass. I tried to struggle but to no avail. Matt was a large man who didn't appear to take no for an answer.

The slurping stopped and something was pressed against my butthole which I thought had to be Matt's knee because there is no way that it could have possibly been his cock. He started to push it unrelentingly into my ass and the pain was unbelievable. I bit down as hard as possible on the gag and when I felt the head pop inside of me I let out a huge grunt. Matt started to stroke his huge cock in and out of my asshole. I had heard that anal sex was enjoyable after you get used to it and relax a bit and that is what I had always told women as I fucked their asses but I must have never relaxed or anything because the hot, searing pain just never subsided. Matt must have been enjoying the feeling of power because all I could think of was the fact that he had fucked gorgeous Marsha for a couple of hours before coming and this was his second load. I didn't think I could possibly last that long. 

He'd kill me before it was over. Suddenly, his thrusts became more vigorous and he grabbed my waist forcefully and plunged his monster cock all the way inside me and I could tell that he was coming at last. When he withdrew his cock from my asshole, it felt like I had just taken the hugest shit of my life and the relief was unbelievable. It reminded me of a story I'd heard years before. The shoe salesman asks the cowboy why he ordered his boots three sizes too small. The cowboy replied, "I get up at 5:00 a.m. and ride the range all day long. I get home at 9 p.m. and I can't walk because I've been on my horse all day, I can't breath because of all the dust and crap I've swallowed all day. The only pleasure I get all day long is when I sit down in front of the fire and take my boots off, so make them three sizes too small." Now I don't recommend having a guy with a 10 inch cock ream your asshole out, but I've got to tell you, the relief when he finally pulls it out is indescribable!

Matt got dressed as I lay on the bed trying to recuperate. He and Marsha had some sort of a conversation, and then I heard Marsha say to him, "No problem, just take whatever chips he has in his pocket, he won't mind." I heard my chips being removed from my pants and then the door closed and it was just me and Marsha in the room. "Well I thought to myself, I have definitely lost control of this little philly" as I waited for whatever she had planned for me next.