0 comments/ 83777 views/ 1 favorites Mirror Images By: sirensong47 day two Nathan napped on the couch opposite me. I sat watching the waves make contact with the beach and watching him sleep. On the coffee table lay his opened journal. Feeling a magnetic draw towards his recorded thoughts, I picked it up and began to read. There before me in black and white his familiar handwriting revealed his account of our most recent sexual encounter. As I read his words, my body came alive with sexual energy. His words were foreplay, a mental fucking. My hips began to grind into the cushions of the couch. My panties were now moist, my clitoris aching to be touched. So consumed in what I was reading, feeling and doing, I was unaware that Nathan had awakened and was watching me intently. I felt his gaze and looked over to him. He smiled and reached for my hand to pull me towards him. He kissed me, the tip of his tongue forcing my mouth open to receive its warmth. Our tongues caressed as our bodies pressed together. His penis was thick and hard with passion. My own arousal made me the aggressor. I wanted him inside me. I led him into the bathroom and closed the door. Using the sink counter to support my weight, I leaned my body forward and looked back over my shoulder, my eyes inviting him to take me. He was watching me in the mirror and stroking the naked skin of my back. He kissed me behind the ear his breath causing me to moan. His kisses covered my neck and shoulders, his teeth gently nibbling. The mirror also allowed me to watch his wonderful face as he wrapped his arms around me to take a breast into each hand. He licked his fingers to provide a lubricant before massaging and pinching the tender nipples to a firm ready attention. Reaching behind with one hand on each cheek of my soft buttocks, I spread myself open to him. "Would you?" My words asked, but my eyes pleaded for acceptance and returned passion. He responded by sucking on his index finger and placing it on the elastic ring of my anus. Gently, he massaged and stretched the ring until my body melted with pleasure. When the ring began to relax, he began to press his finger against the ring. Patiently he allowed me to set the pace and accept his digit gradually. By the time his finger had passed to the knuckle, he stretched the ring open wider, all the while rubbing the inner wall. Passionate moans escaped my lips as he added the second finger. My body rocked to greet his hand. He removed his fingers and gripped my buttocks in his hands. He squeezed and plied the soft tissue in his hands. My body was heated with desire to be consumed by him. His thumbs parted the cheeks and the head of his penis pressed against the now eager ring .He guided just the head past the ring stopping to allow me to adjust to his penetration. His fingers stroked up and down my spine. I bent over further to give him full access to my body. We both began to rock and slide in unison as his shaft gained full entry to me. I was thrilling to this possession and his touch. His left hand sought my pussy. His fingers parted my lips as he masturbated the clitoris. It was hard and sensitive to his touch. His middle finger slid into the damp walls of my vagina triggering an orgasm that filled his hand. Not breaking pace or giving me any moment to recover from the orgasmic ride, he reached up with his right hand and pinched the tip of the nipple. He shifted our bodies so that they were reflected sideways in the mirror; this allowed me to see his shaft slide in and out of my buttocks. Another spasm over pleasure washed over me. My mind reeled with the knowledge that his penis penetrated me so intimately and that our roles had reversed. He now possessed the power over me as I submitted my body and sensibilities to his hands. We rocked deeper, his thrusts harder. His pinched my clitoris between two fingers; he bit me about the neck and shoulders. The sound of his heavy breathing rang through my ears. All the while, my clitoris throbbed, his penis swelled as the walls of my anus clung to his hardness. The zone of pleasure achieved by both my body and mind entered into unknown territory. Reaching between his legs I stroked his balls and tugged at the pubic hair that covered them. Hearing his reciprocating moan of pleasure was the necessary key needed to turn the lock of my mind. Off I went to ride the waves of the most effervescent orgasm I had ever experienced. Bliss enveloped me as his own orgasm spilled to fill me. He continues to kiss me tenderly. Wonderful! Wonderful! I should like to do this again soon! Mirror Images Tommy sent me shopping this afternoon without him. Knowing how I feel about shopping, I hope he didn’t have hopes of being too long alone. I looked at most of the stuff in the antique mall at least once, returned to haggle over a piece I might want, and went home almost empty handed. If it doesn’t pierce me to my soul or isn’t a tremendous bargain, the shops get to keep their merchandise. I wonder why he wanted me out of the house. Probably one of his surprises. I wonder what he’s got in store for me this time. We made our lists of things we wanted to do with each other over the months of our enforced separation. This man has brought such joy to my life; I feel excited by his merest presence. A look from him, a word and my world begins to throb beginning between my legs. Home at last! I toss the packages on the desk and collect my “welcome home” kiss and we embrace. He smells wonderful. There is a scent about him that drives me to distraction – soap, and shaving lotion, and ....... him. He whispers in my ear, “Ann has a surprise waiting for her.” I tense at the name. Ann. It presages what I am wont to call “fun” and he “excitement.” Whatever it is, I’m never disappointed. I step away and look into his eyes, at his face for a clue. Nothing beyond the smile so slight that it is almost imperceptible to anyone but me. But there’s a glint in his eye that tells me..... the game’s afoot. He says, smiling more broadly, “You must go to the bedroom and all will be clear.” He’s an imp. I look at him, questioningly, wondering what he has in mind. What in the world can it be? “Go now, Ann, and prepare.” Those words bring joy to my soul, to my depths. I smile hugely and head for the bedroom. Tommy is at my heels and stops in the doorway. On our bed is a black bustier (odd, he does not care particularly about dress, unless we’re role playing). And with it there is a note. The door closes behind me as I read. Glancing up, I see I am alone. The note reads: “Shower, and dress in these clothes. Then wait here for your Master to direct you.” My clothes come off and are tossed in the hamper. My panties are already damp and the anticipation is building. I run the water in the shower, hot, hot – steam rises as I step in. I begin my ritual – arms, neck, back, legs all receive adequate scrubbing. Then a more deluxe tour of my front – my eyes slide shut and my hands become his, slipping over my abdomen, lifting and cupping my breast, fingers teasing the nipples to hard points. Umm, feels so good. Taking the slick gel for the “sensitive areas,” I slowly wash my pussy, checking to see that no stubble mars its clean, slick surface. My fingers dance through the part, and feel my clit hardening. “No, no. Mustn’t play now,” I think. A breath of cool air then nothing when I look. Oh well. I step out and busy myself drying and adding a body lotion that has flecks of mica in it to catch and reflect the light. Subtle, not garish. Besides it smells of sweet cranberry. Hanging up the towel, I fix my hair and face, and pad into the bedroom. He’s sitting on the bed. I jump a little, startled. He’s wearing black leather pants and a vest – I could jump his bones right now, he looks so sexy!! Oops! It’s Master. I drop to the floor, hands behind my hips, heels up, knees spread, eyes down. “What does my Master wish?” I ask. “Arise and come to me,” his master’s voice. Well, I’ll try to tempt him quickly. I’m needful and getting more so by the moment. I walk toward him slowly, letting my weight settle on each leg, shifting the hip outward in a gentle sway. I stand before him, begging his touch. My nipples harden as I think of how his hands feel. “Put your hands upon your head and turn around slowly,” he says. It’s always a difficult maneuver so that one does not end looking clumsy and pigeon toed. I rise on tip toes, cross my feet at the ankles, and slowly unwind before him. My hands on my head leave breasts pointed directly at him. They’re beginning to ache. “Have you washed, thoroughly?” “Yes, Master,” I reply. “Everywhere?” “Yes, Master,” I pout. I feel a flush creeping down my neck. I would give anything to feel his touch, his tongue, his lips on that skin. Facing him, his eyes devour me. As if he were supping after a long journey, I feel his eyes draw me into his being – as if he didn’t see me every day. I marvel at this delight that he is. His hand moves to my breast, lifting it, stroking one then the other. I shiver, inhale and arch my back into the touch of his hands. It is a feeling beyond wonderful. That touch that joins us is now the center of my being. He taps the nipple lightly. I gasp. Each tap sends jolts of pleasure through my body to reside in my pussy. My clit is hard, I can sense it between my nether lips, pushing for attention. His hand slides, barely touching, over my side to my hip and then to my mons. He knows my excitement, my lust. His hand slides between my legs, parting the lips with his finger. I gasp again. My hips press forward onto his hand. Begging this tease to progress to more, more. He strokes me softly front to back to front. I feel the moisture of my desire moving under his fingers, painting me. A moan issues unbidden from my throat. It is a moan born of wanting this man. His finger parts my lips and catches at the opening .... and stops! I need him. My knees bend to invite his entry, my chest is red with excitement and need for him. But he is still. Completely still. Then withdraws his hand. “Soon,” he says. “Put on the bustier now.” I reach across him, practically dragging my nipple across his lips. And he doesn’t take my bait. Damn! I buckle the black lingerie around me and adjust my breasts on its shelf. “You may squeeze your nipples now,” he smiles. My hands slide in feathery touch up the outside of the tight garment, the blunted touch tickling and teasing until my hands cup the weight and finger and thumb reach to tug and twist the sensitive tips. “Mmmmm,” rumbles in my throat. My hands slide back down to approach and tease again, each circuit making my heart race, and breathing accelerate, culminating in a gasp as the pinch-pull sends the jolt of pleasure through my body. “Show me how wet you are,” he interrupts my reverie. “Now,” I think, “now I’ll have him.” My hands slide down and part my lips. Our mirror is behind him, so I see what he sees – red flesh, slick and wet, glistening on the tops of my thighs. He stands and I hold my breath ....... now. He hands me a leash and collar. They are not mine. I look at him and question what they are for, without speaking a word. “Follow me, Ann.” He stands and leads me toward the back bedroom, our “play” room. He opens the door. The room is dark. As I stand in the doorway, he switches on the spotlight. Before me is a luscious creature, whose name I learn is Lynn. She is delicate, nearly four inches shorter than I and small boned. Her eyes are dark pools, even in the light as she looks at me. Her hair is a dark bay, nearly black, complimenting her olive skin. She has the beauty of young Italian women. I look at him, smiling. “Lynn is yours to do with as you wish. She is your slut slave for whatever you desire from her. Enjoy yourself.” The light on her skin drags my eyes back to her. She stands motionless. He walks to a chair by the bed, bends forward to pour wine into two of the three glasses on the table next to his chair. He settles into the comfort of the easy chair and is silent. I can almost feel his eyes on me, on Lynn. I step close to Lynn and begin to walk around her, seeing what she is up close. She has nice breasts that will fit in my hands, the nipples are large and prominent. They stand out, highlighted from above and casting shadows down her belly. She wears wrist and ankle cuffs. Her mons is smooth shaven like mine. And she is apparently excited, as the lips are puffy and reddened. Moisture tickles at the edges and across the tops of her thighs. She is lovely. I look at him and smile my thanks. My God! What a gift! I stand in front of Lynn, buckle the collar around her neck. Her skin is soft and supple, surmounting a beautiful musculature – nothing obvious, just firm. The leash snicks onto the collar. I walk her like a horse on a lunge lead. She is graceful and smooth in her pace, apparently aware of the picture she presents. A tug on the leash and she stops. I stand behind her, close enough that my nipples slide over the skin of her back and bump against her ribs when I move. My hands stroke her neck from ears to shoulder, lightly, lightly, assessing the texture of her skin first with the backs of my fingers, then with finger pads, whispering across the flesh until goose bumps rise, and a little flush begins. Then my nails, again like feathers make the trip, this time running to shoulder points. The exquisite slowness of this journey is maddening, is incredibly erotic to me. Lynn begins to lean into my touch, begging a firmer knowing. “Slut! Hands over your head.” She looks like an odalisque. I shift my focus and slide my hands down her sides. Again the tripartite touch. My nipples drag across her skin as my arms move. It is delicious for me, and for her–I feel her lean into me. When my hands reach her hips, they solidify and hold her momentarily. The journey of discovery begins again, the flats of my hands moving up her abdomen to those lovely peaks. Knuckles, fingerpads, nails. She shivers. My hands slide back down her stomach, tips teasing at her bare mound, then move back up, appreciating the soft tenderness of her, such a contrast to his hardness. And I know what she feels. It is delicious torture. The wanting builds on itself to an incredible intensity. If I touch her center, she will come. My hands move to crush her breasts, this time they remain, cradling the softness, fingers teasing at the tips. Lynn arches at my hands and I assault her neck, her earlobe with my tongue and kisses and teeth. She is sweet to taste. I can almost feel the kisses on my own neck. She preens like a cat, shifting weight subtly into my attentions. I begin to squeeze her nipples between my fingerpads. Her breasts shift over her rib cage as I pull at the nipples. She groans and her arms drift down, hands running over my sides to pull my hips to her. Her head falls back. I smile at the lusciousness before me. And we kiss. Chaste, testing kisses. Sweetness incarnate. Then with increased intensity. I scrape a fingernail across a nipple tip and she jumps, moans and sucks my tongue into her mouth with surprising force. This kiss is no longer sweet but strong with growing passion and wanting. My hands move away from her breasts, again as if on a long journey best taken slowly and easily to conserve strength. I am knowing each inch of her. My hands reach the crease of her thigh and abdomen, and follow the fold to her mons. My fingers pause at the top of her slit. Lynn’s hips lift, her feet move apart, and she invites me to test her. Her hands no longer rest on my hips, but have moved and play at the top of my slit, teasing at the engorged clit buried there. My fingers probe Lynn. There is a chorus of uncoordinated gasps and moans from each of us, as each new sensation drives us onward. Lynn’s wetness coats me, her hips pump onto my questing fingers, and they slide just inside her. I break contact to turn her to face me. Our breasts duel. My hand traverses up Lynn’s back until I find her hair. Holding a handful of it, as he does mine, I hold her head back and kiss her. Again the progress slowly from virginal to whorish; our lips finally delivering pleasure in their soft maneuverings, the tongues duel and probe. Hot breath as we turn our heads to sample a new direction. My free hand moves to her center. I probe her more deeply, inserting first one, then two fingers to the knuckles, reaching for that hard rough patch of nerve that will trip her orgasm. Lynne’s hand is seeking the same. Time has stopped and there is just sensation. My breasts ache for touch, and I press Lynn downward until my nipple meets her lips. She slyly licks to tease and I pull her more forcefully to my breast. She suckles hard and thrums the end of that tit with the roughness of her tongue. My head falls back, my eyes shutter and my throat calls out its bliss. I move her to the other side, and enjoy the delight again, virgin flesh caught and tortured by Lynn. I move her back and forth first to one then the other. The excitement of it is overpowering. My knees are ready to buckle. I can feel my jaw sag and care not, as my lungs suck air hoping to invigorate my lusting flesh. Lynn moves her hands to my pussy. I step one leg wide apart from the other, giving her access to me. She strokes so gently, until the outer lips are fair coated with my wetness, begging more. I moan with each pass of her fingers. Finally, finally, she parts the lips and lets her fingers sink into me. I am lost in sensation. Lynn is sliding her fingers in and out of my cunt. I can feel it contract and pull and beg. I’ve lost the power of speech, of movement, and am centered only on the sensations rising through my body in ever more pronounced waves. Each a crescendo in its own right. My hips thrust onto Lynn’s hand, knees flexed out asking for more, more. I am holding onto Lynn for dear life as my orgasm hits. Lynn’s fingers still plunge into me as wave after wave of exquisite pleasure emanates from my cunt. I quit breathing, my muscles freeze in mid-writhe, squeezing out each bit of intensity from this orgasm. Only in the center does my body function, as my pussy grabs and holds and grabs yet again in its release. If I did not have her to lean on, I would collapse. Lynn’s motions slow, the aftershocks tremor through me, slowly diminishing, each a petit mal. Finally it subsides. It has been hours, I know. I am exhausted. Then drawing on reserves, and sucking air into my oxygen-starved body, I step back and take her leash. “Well done, slut. But I am not yet finished.” A sideways glance shows me he has taken his cock out and is slowly stroking it. Good. He is pleased. I am happy. Tugging on her leash, I lead Lynn to the bed. “Lie down on your back, spread your arms and legs that I may shackle you.” I fasten her to the restraints that recently held me. Do I appear so vulnerable as this to him? She is lovely, she is totally mine. She cannot stop whatever I wish of her. I turn and select some toys from a drawer, setting them on the bed next to Lynn. I kneel at the foot of the bed and move up until I am positioned comfortably between Lynn’s wide-spread thighs. I can see her opening from here, her lips open and the dark flesh beckoning. I stroke her legs, again admiring the firm flesh, the strong muscle and the softness lent by the feminine structure. It is so sweet. Feathery touches. She writhes. Then my nails make the journey. Lynn moans louder as I approach her cunt. I am enjoying this teasing. It is such sweet torture, I know how wonderfully it feels. And it makes the release thunder in its intensity to build and build until all is lost and the self dissolves into a froth of pussy juice and delight. My thumbs slide from the bottom of her cunt to the top of the slit. Her hips buck into my hand, seeking attention for her throbbing clit. I let my thumbs slide in her moisture and slip across the surface of her clit that peeks from its hood. Her moan is gutteral. My touch becomes a little faster and a little deeper, until I dip into her hole and tease the guardian sphincter. She groans and cries, thrashing and begging her hips raised and seeking release. “Don’t you come yet, slut. Don’t you come ‘til I tell you it is okay.” Lynn falls back, the wind taken from her sails. I cannot resist a huge smile. This is power. Does he feel this? It’s intoxicating. But I know where Lynn is, too. Taken to the verge and over or taken to the verge and forbidden. Each has its charm, its compelling nature, its addiction – to touch. I begin again, this time, sliding a finger in and out of her vault. As she begins to respond again, I pull the wet finger away and slide it into my mouth and out again, to lick her essence from it. I smile and watch Lynne watch my pleasure. I take it back to her and plunge it in and out of her hot center, its walls gripping tighter as I add first one more finger then two. Lynn is whimpering and begging by now. She is frantic. My hand seems to disappear into her past my knuckles and I rake her g-spot on each pass. I lean forward and stage-whisper to her, “Come now, you slut. Come for me!” And I sink my hot mouth onto her clit, sucking it and teasing it with my tongue. Yes, this is pure torture, pure delight. She is spasming around the fingers that still move in and out of her. My mouth pulls away to flick with tongue and back again to suck her clit between the rasps of my teeth. She pulls against her restraints, her hips pound at me. And she ululates until her air runs out, gasps and screams again. Slowly I bring her down with gentle touches and licks. She shudders with each touch, each a mini-orgasm shaking her. Lynn’s eyes begin to focus again. I am grinning like Alice’s friend in the tree – the smile is all you can see. I look at him. He quietly applauds and lifts a glass of wine. I leave Lynn to recover and sit on my darling’s lap. His arm encircles my waist and we sip our wine, wordless. He must know how wonderful this has been. He cannot know how wonderful this has been. Our wine vanishes. He pats my ass and tells me to finish with my playtime. Lynne is smiling and giggles as I approach. “What would please my Mistress now?” “Another test of your submissiveness.” I say. I look over the selection of toys. My old friend, LilLar, bereft a great deal lately, will do nicely. I turn it on and begin to tease Lynn’s nipples until they are firm and again begging for touch, touch. I suck one and vibrate the other. I move around to Lynn’s head and continue to play with her, moving my nipples to her reach. She sucks and teases with her tongue until I think I shall come from merely that. It is so sweet. She moans around my breast and I around hers. God! More, more!! I move down Lynn’s body until my pussy is above her mouth and I can reach her. My tongue dances and teases, laps and my mouth sucks and warms. Her hips begin the dance and mine follow. She mimics my touch as she can. Shudders of pleasure race through my body. My hips want to grind my clit into her face and lose myself in a world of nothingness – nothing but pure pleasure. I reach for LilLar and slide him in a single thrust into Lynn’s sopping cunt. “Don’t you dare come ‘til I tell you that you can.” And I turn LilLar on full. He is a monster shaker and reaches all the sensitive spots. Soon Lynn begins to moan and groan. Then she is whimpering and her tongue flies against my clit, plunging inside me and back again. I am on the verge and want to come but also want this intensity to continue.... God! My hands move to my nipples and twist and pull, and roll them. I know Lynn is about finished. “Don’t come yet!” I cry. I am desperate to keep her mind on me. No sooner than the words are out of my mouth than I am overcome. I shake and shudder. My whole body seems to convulse around that tongue. “Now, now, come you bitch! Ohmigod. Oooohhhhmmmmiiiiigggggggoooooooooodddddddddddddd.” Lynn’s answer is another cry at the edge of her vocal range. My hips plunge at Lynn, my voice joins hers. And the waves seem to continue. Ecstasy personified. Marching its way through each of my senses and settling in the center of me. I collapse across Lynn, remove LilLar and turn him off. As my breath returns and begins feeding my crazed mind and body. I can think. I release Lynn’s restraints, but indicate she should remain there. I kneel between Lynn’s thighs, pull her knees up and out and put her hands behind her knees to hold herself wide and open. God! She is beautiful. It is incredibly exciting to see her this way. So open, so vulnerable; something he admires. Does he see this? He must. It’s incredibly erotic. I can feel my pussy growing wet again. Mirror Images I take a two-headed dildo and slide half of it into Lynn, lift and slide the other half into me. As we slide onto this cock, it vanishes into each of us. I can pull back and begin a steady pulse of the two-headed dragon – it drags a bit coming out and I see its length coated in the evidence of our excitement. Omigod! The skin pulls a bit on the outstroke, and falls into the depths on the in. Does he see this? Oh.... oh... my hips drive at her. I hold her so that I may push it home to her, to me – harder, faster, omigod, omigod....... “Is this what it’s like when you fuck me? Is this how it feels?” I look at him, not really seeing. His reply is that he hopes so. “Oooh, ooooh, oooooooh, ooooooooooh, Goooddddddddddddd!!!” We scream into a climax that wracks both our bodies. He is suddenly there, kneeling over Lynn’s face and has my hair gripped in his fist as he pulls my mouth over his cock. Lynn’s tongue flies teasing at his balls and rosebud. He thrusts into my face, hard as I suck him down, pulling hard at the vein on the underside with my tongue. He explodes. His semen gushes into my mouth and down my throat. God! He’s wonderful. He clings to me as his pulses lessen. Then he pulls away from me, pushes me back on the bed, rips the dildo from my cunt and slams into me. He’s so hot, so hard, he fills me so. He begins to come again, pulling and stroking at my cunt with his member, the intensity of his response drives me into yet another orgasm. I cry at the sweetness of this culmination, this perfect joining of two souls. He and I are just we. My heart resides in him, for surely it is no longer in my chest. We collapse into a pile and gasp for air. After a few minutes, he rises and goes to his chair. He manages to pour three glasses of wine. I take one knee, Lynn the other and we toast a lovely evening. I silently toast, too, the love of my life with whom all things are possible. We crawl into the bed, arranging him in the middle where we may both touch the essential maleness of him, so different from the soft fastnesses of woman. His arms encircle me. I am safe, I am loved, I am his. Sleep overtakes me. Mirror Images i My fingers wrapped about some plastic feeling material as I reached behind the wardrobe. I thought there seemed to be something vaguely unpleasant about it but filled with curiosity I pulled it into the air and sunlight. I drew back my breath sharply as I looked at the thing in my hands. "Well that is ugly," you remarked. I had to agree. It seemed something that was either given to relatives you hated or something that belonged in the garbage tip. The frame seemed to be some sort of pewter with that silver-grey colour and it was covered in the ugliest most obscene creatures about its rim. They seemed to be arranged in some sort of blasphemous tableaux, again there seemed something obscene and threatening about the creatures around the rim. Looking in the centre I decided that the glass must have been damaged since it seemed to distort any image that it reflected. Looking at myself I thought I appeared to be some sort of leering demon with reddish skin. On the other hand you seemed to be little distorted in the glass. "So this thing was your mothers?" you asked. I drew my eyes away from the mirror and smiled at you. "Yes, my uncle kept it after she disappeared. I heard that she had tried to get it back from him before she disappeared. I can't imagine why," I remarked wryly. Looking at it again you repeated your original comment,"It really is ugly. Anyway time to have a coffee I think." That was something that I liked the sound of and I rose from my knees to follow you into the kitchen. As always I enjoyed watching the sensual swing of your hips and the swell of your breasts beneath your t-shirt as you moved. As you prepared our drinks you continued to talk. "Did you know anything about her? Your mother I mean." Looking up from the hot cup of coffee in front of me I spoke,"Not much. Just that she ran away to some East Coast fishing town and joined some weird cult. Seems she wasn't married when she had me," I was a little bitter about that though my uncle had been a loving guardian to me. "Seems my uncle found out about it and turned up with the police and seized me and brought me back here. From what he said after that she disappeared and he could never find her again." I remembered the old man and how he would refuse to discuss anything about my mother and how we would fight over that. He had been one of those hard puritanical men who demanded respect more than loving. Thinking about him made me realise how much I missed the old man. He had driven me to become a successful engineer and then a businessman. I had thought him as invulnerable as a chunk of granite. "It's still a shock to think him dead," I remarked. When I had been told that he had been attacked by some unknown sea beast in a swim I had thought it a joke. It had come as no surprise that he had left me his estate since I was his only living relative. I had seen the body later and it had been hideously mutilated. I shuddered to remember the moment. "Strange, I always thought he feared being near the sea. I can't remember him ever going near it at all. So for him to die in it seems so wrong....." I mused to myself aloud. Then I turned to you and shrugged. Seeing your hair in disarray sent a surge of lust through my body. You turned back to the bench and poured water into the cups as you mixed our coffees. My hands touched your hips and stroked them along your torso. As I touched you I grew more insistent and cupped your breasts, I began to squeeze them hard, I felt you flinch but I continued to squeeze the soft flesh. I felt you struggle and try to turn to face me but I held you hard against the bench and twisted your nipples cruelly. "Hey ease up will you, your hurting me," I heard you say. I seemed to push harder against you as you spoke as though I was being encouraged by your resistance. I pulled up your shirt and reached up under the thin cloth and I again cupped your breasts.I pinched your nipples hard and you cried with pain. I smiled to myself as I heard your cry and pinched even harder. I pushed your naked breasts into the cold plastic covering the kitchen bench and slipped my hands to your jeans. The button popped open and zip slid down as I pulled your jeans and panties to your knees. Using my body and a hand I pressed you hard into the bench as I pulled my jeans down and allowed my hard cock into the air. I looked at your magnificently ass. I admired and lusted at the sight of the firm cheeks. I knew that beneath the globes of flesh was your cunt with its trimmed bush. How often I had slipped my tongue between your swollen lips and then thrust my cock hard into your dripping cunt. I had an urge to spank your ass until it glowed a bright red just to hear you cry with the pain of it. I reached under your ass and found those lovely lips. I pushed a finger quickly between the wet lips. Your groaning reached my lips as I thrust the digit in and out of your cunt. "Please not like this," I heard you whimper and then when I jammed two fingers into you, you squealed with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Even as you pleaded with me to stop you juiced up quickly and I felt your cunt open to the pressure I was using. Then instead of my fingers it was my cock that was at the entrance of your cunt and with a firm push I thrust my hard flesh into you. I rammed my cock into your cunt quickly and repeatedly in frenzied strokes. I bit into your neck as I felt you buck and struggle against my body. I felt you cum as I thrust into you. Then I felt the warmth of my cum shoot into your cunt . I spurted for a long time until it dribbled from your well-lubricated hole. Softening I pushed away from you and popped my cock back into my jeans. As I got dressed so did you in staccato movements and once finished turned to me the anger clearly evident on your face. "What was that about," you cried angrily and struck at me. "I am not some fucking slut that can be fucked because a man has decided he needs to stick his cock into a cunt," you struck me across the face and I was able to capture the hand and I pushed you against the wall. Guilt flooded through me and I held you red-faced. "I'm sorry," I mumbled. "Sorry, you were fucking trying to rape me. You didn't care what I wanted or felt you bastard!!!" you screamed into my face and you rained hard blows over my chest and shoulders. Finally you stopped and began to weep in my arms. As you did so I whispered words of regret into your ears until we went to the waiting bed upstairs. Yet even as I apologised and spoke my gentle words of reconciliation I felt a surge of pride in my actions and somehow my thoughts leapt to the mirror that only a few minutes before I had held. ii Barely two days later saw me touching two bumps that had appeared at my forehead. As I touched them a thrill of pleasure shot through my body. I felt a need in taking you hard and fast again as I did only two days before. Lately I had been having the most lurid and vivid dreams about things I could barely mention. What I did know was that I felt an almost constant need to masturbate or fuck you. As I touched my cock I looked at my uncle's mirror. Often I seemed to stand before it in my den and touch the frame as though seeking some entrance to the distorted images that were shown there. After that fuck you had changed become remote from me though your body seemed to touch me constantly. I felt a thrill as I took you and it was rougher than we had done before. I fucked you in the bedroom and bathroom, once I had even taken you pinned against the car. Though you no longer spoke about how I was treating you every now and again I thought I saw confusion in your eyes as you became more submissive towards me. Then I looked at the mirror near my chair. I saw an arm reach through the rippling surface and signal to me. It was covered in small delicate red scales and black claws, Sweating profusely but unsurprised I sat up and reached for the beckoning hand/claw, I did not think about what I was doing merely that it felt the right thing to do. Talons cut into my flesh and pulled me through the mirror's grey surface. I looked about me and I stood in a black marbled hall, there was no one about me though I remembered that something had pulled me into this place. I did not worry about this nor that I was now naked, I felt that it was the right thing in this place. I felt that I was safe and protected here, I felt at home. I gave no thought to where my clothing was but that there was wild raucous music and laughter ahead of me and I wished to be where it was. I saw bloody light that soaked into the stone ahead and walked towards it. My steps were towards the light and sound. Then I stepped into the hall and the wild orgy that lay before me. Cries of pain and pleasure struck my ears as I looked at the cavorting horde below. Mixed in with the obviously human figures were creatures with red scaled skin, talons and forked tails. They fucked and were fucked, their talons raked the thin skin of the people about them and they drew blood that they licked up quickly with forked snake-tongues. I felt my cock harden and I wanted to thrust myself deep into the throng and fuck a cunt with my cock, in fact I wanted to fuck any orifice offered to me. I wanted to scratch and lick blood from the scratches that I would create and that shocked me deeply but aroused me even further. "Come young Lord you are wanted," a sinister voice assaulted my ears. Beside me stood one of the red creatures from the floor below.If you had seen her you would have called her demon for she was the exact copy of a Medieval image of one. There was a major difference though she was alive next to me and I watched her carefully. It was a she for her breasts though firm were larger than any I had ever seen. Her dark crimson nipples stuck out from the scarlet scales and I felt a desire to suck hard on these magnificent tits. Though her face was one of sharp triangles her eyes radiated a hard lust that made me respond, I growled and felt my hand rise to grab hold of her breast. Twisting sharply I wrenched the tit. It felt as smooth as silk and she came to me shooting her long forked tongue deep into my thought. Talons raked my back as I pushed her body against the black marble wall and as she parted her legs willingly. Allowing my cock to thrust deeply into her cold cunt. If she was cold to my touch, my lust was white hot and I thrust my cock into her repeatedly as I struck her hard scaled body with my fists. As I struck at her in our violent caresses I felt her hooked clit scrape along my cock as she came in cold liquid waves over my cock. Suddenly I cried as my cum shot through my pulsing cock and deep into her waiting cunt. Unlike any woman I had ever before the cunt that held me sucked on my cock as though she was taking me with her mouth, I even felt what seemed to be a tongue that licked along the slit of my cock. Her cunt greedily sucked my cock of every drop of cum that it could. "That was good young Lord but you are wanted," the demoness said with no emotion as she stood away from me after we had finished and walked to a set of stairs behind us. I had not noted them before but walked behind her swaying ass, the barbed tail curling and uncurling along the crease. We stepped down deeper into the palace. Though I was not being told where we were going I knew that we were going to a throne-room and that I feared what who sat on the throne. I paused and looking back once. Then my fear took over, I turned and ran up the stairs. I felt a talon grab hold of my arm but I shrugged it off and I heard a harsh voice scream into my ear as my ex-lover tried to drag me back into that gateway to the Hell below. I awoke suddenly in my chair and watched with horrified fascination as the welts on my skin healed themselves before my eyes. Then I thought of you submissive upstairs and smiling wickedly I touched the bumps on my head and stood and left the room. iii As I had walked to the bedroom each step had fallen heavily to the floor as I had walked to the bedroom. I had ripped my clothes from my body as I had walked to you. It felt so exhilarating to walk my cock hard and heavy in my hand and I pushed the door open. You had looked into my eyes and had tried to flee from me but I had jumped onto you and pulled you back to the bed. You had tried to flee from me and it had been so easy to capture you. I had thrown you onto the bed and you continued to scream about not touching you. It had felt good to slap you across the face and pin you to the bed. My fingers curled about your body and ripped your clothes away from your body and I had bit deeply into your breast making you scream in pain. Yet I had felt your arousal and had responded by raking your skin with my fingernails. Your skin broke and I licked the blood from the broken flesh. I opened your legs to thrust my aching cock deep into your body and I felt your wetness. You no longer screamed but whimpered and groaned with pain and with pleasure. As I rammed my cock into you I felt a wild joy that made me mad with pleasure. I ravaging you your submissive body. I felt your feeble hands try to beat against my back as you tried to fight me but your own body with its lusts and passions was betraying you to me. How you had cried in pure ecstasy as you came and had wept when I had stopped fucking you. You cunt pulsed with cum, it coated my cock and I had felt your body come again and again with our rough love-making. "There that was good wasn't it?" I cooed into your ear. You looked at me with a mixture and fear and lust in your eyes as you nodded your head. Then I allowed you up from the bed to clean yourself. From that day you seemed to do everything in your power to please me and often you would wander naked about the house and open your legs when you saw me. I knew that you were trying to get me to fuck you more often that your lusts had overcome what little modesty remained to you. You had become the slut that you had dreamt of becoming and I felt that it pleased you. The feel and smell of you attracted me and I would come to you stroking me with my talons. Talons that had grown as I changed with each look into my mirror. Blood would flow as we made love and my tongue would lick it up with a frightening intensity. I thought that the blood seemed to feed my changes and I wanted more of that life-altering liquid from you. Once you even touched my horns and with tears in your voice you asked," What are you?" I had horns now, bright golden horns that you fondled and that I found aroused me quickly with each touch. My skin had changed too becoming red and covered in small silky scales. I had not answered you but pushed you hard against the table as I parted your legs. I took your legs in my hands and pulled them about my waist. My cock was ready and had sprung out of the scaled covering that covered me. I pulled you onto the hard arrow of scaled flesh and pushed it viciously into your cunt. I had grown larger and wider with my changes and now my cock would stretch you tight. How you would howl as I fucked you. Now you howled with the pleasure of my fucking, you would beg me for my cock to punish your cunt and you would drip from your cunt, and you came again and again as I would scratch your sensitive cunt with my scales. Then I would feel my icy cum shoot deep into your body. As I turned to you I felt the familiar warmth of my love for you. A love that no longer could be considered in mere human terms but in an intense desire and hunger for you. I literally hungered to devour you as I thrust my cold cock deep into your waiting cunt. You smiled at me with a simple pleasure, I remembered again when I had thrust my body on top of yours after my first dream. I think I was surprised that your cunt was wet as I pushed my cock deep into you and you had tried to bite my shoulder which I drove into your chin as I held you to the bed. I felt you collapse as I drove my cock violently into your cunt and instead of screams of pain and outrage you whimpered in submission to me and moans of deep pleasure as I held you down and ravaged your body. My cock slipped in and out of your cunt with practised ease as I felt my body press against you. I slowed and looked deep into your eyes and I spoke. My voice seemed smooth and melodious as I demanded your obedience to me and as I held my cock deep in you and pinned that way you pleaded for me to continue, to thrust my cock into your wet hole. Then driven mad with lust you promised me that you would do everything I demanded, you gave me your soul and I watched a light die in your eyes as I thrust my cock into your body again and again. It was as though your soul leached through your cunt into my body as you came the first of many times. After that you had been my willing servant bound to me by your lust, it had sapped all will, all defiance and all opposition to me. As I had changed you became more worshipful of me and though at first I had been surprised, this submission aroused me. You had become my willing accomplice in my changes and now we were here and tonight we were to open the door to Hell and my Infernal Father. iv The changes affected my body and my mind. I felt my understanding of the world about me grow and as it did I changed in the way I saw things. The first thing that I did was learn about what I was becoming. So as I was changing I tried to learn more about myself. I had not stopped reading my uncle's private papers and had finally come on one that seemed to make so much sense to me when I read it. Am I too late, the boy seems perfectly normal but he is so cold and Father_____ told me that he should be destroyed since such unions are cursed by God and his angels. Yet the boy is the only reminder of my dear sweet sister. I remember when we found him held to the chair as the foul members of that sect danced and committed orgies about him. We never found where my sister went except I remember what he said. That she had gone to be the slut to his father. The way he said it made my blood run cold and he seemed less human then. But he seems so normal, he plays and has friends. Yet there is something about him that makes my skin crawl, every now and again he does something that seems to be needlessly cruel. I feel the tug of the sea at my will all the time. I remember when I left Innsmouth the sea had rose against me and it had almost swept the car I was in to its hungry depths. I know in my soul that should I go to the sea again I will lose my life and my soul to the creatures there waiting for me....... Then I read another passage that seemed to be about me and my long gone mother. She said that he came to her in dreams. That she had been taken and made pregnant by him so that he could make a new start on this world. She had raved as I took the child from them. The guns holding them away from us. How she had cursed me and then made that foul suggestion that I lie with her. She had stripped naked before me and thrust her breasts towards me. Then the shameless hussy had opened her legs and began to masturbate in front of me promising me her body if I came to her. It had been satisfying to thrust her away from me and hear her screams of outrage as I took the child from her. Sometimes though I wish I had lain with her and I hear her voice in my dreams. As I read I felt a growing understanding, he did not say what he feared but he spoke of nameless dreads and fancies. Yet beneath his cryptic utterances I could feel an understanding of what I was, the half-breed of my mother and an ancient evil. I felt my skin tear and slough to the floor. Beneath would lie smooth scales of the loveliest vermilion and I would stroke them feeling the my lusts grow and become mature as I did so. As I learnt and changed I waited, somewhere in the back of my mind I realised that there would be a time to do what needed to be done to join with my father. Mirror Images v I felt the pull of time now. I felt it grow within me and I prepared our place of ritual and I waited for the time that we will join as one beneath the fading moon. I brought the mirror and it shows me scenes of what must be done in the deserted cellar under this house. You are so compliant now I look into your eyes and see only the blankness of total obedience. At my order you rubbed the fragrant oil deeply into my new skin even as the sharp scales cut at your fingers. I watched your face as you worked the oil onto my body. I wanted to strike at you as I watched that look of simpering adoration on your face and then as you watched me in fear I wanted to fuck you. I held my blows for I required you to be perfect for tonight. When you ended I gave you my instructions. First the bath and the complete shaving of your body so that the only hair you had was on the top of your head. As you stood naked before me I took up the paints and brushes I had brought for the preparation of this night and began to paint the eldritch symbols that would make you the alter to my lust and power. I traced over your skin spirals that snaked around your breasts, that seemed to devour your nipples. Nipples made to be perfect silver apples for the jaws about them. Gold paint traced your nether lips and I created a rose about your clit. Ancient runes covered your flanks and ass whilst unsettling patterns were traced onto your face and pubis. Finally I stepped back content with my work and I draped you in a coat that was left undone barely covering your painted body. Time sped and as I finished I pulled back the door and we stepped into the warm air of the airless room and made our way alter below. Carefully we made our way there. I felt a tension in the air and it seemed a song was being sung in the darkness for us. I removed the coat from your body and admired my work in the darkness. My eyes seemed to be able to see easily without light. You stood there naked and ready for me. Blindly you looked into the Stygian blackness as I placed the mirror before you. I thought that it began to glow a harsh crimson and I could make out faces looking at us as I turned you before the dull leaden surface. I traced arcane symbols inscribed into the walls and on the concrete floor feeling the energies flow as I created the altar which I would take you and open the doorway. Naked I led you to the centre of my creation, though you might have stumbled in the darkness my eyes seemed to see everything so easily. With my firm hands I pushed you to your knees and then pushed you again to make sure that you were on your hands and knees. I smelt your oozing sex as I stood above you and felt my cock rise at your musky scent. I slipped to my knees behind you and traced symbols across your back using the precum that leaked from my cock. The words I wrote with the silvery liquid seemed to blaze before my eyes and I felt my desire for you grow stronger. Satisfied with the obscenities scrawled across your back I slipped my cock through your ass cheeks and thought ruefully that I would have enjoyed taking your cherry there but for some reason I had never taken you in the ass and degraded your womanhood by fucking you in the hole you defecated from. Then I was below the asshole and my cock was at the entrance of your cunt. I felt the arrow press between your lips. I knew from our times before that they would be swollen and juice covered. I drove my cock hard into your body and felt your body buck as I began a rough fucking of your body. With my cock shooting back and forth into your hole I pinched hard at your nipples hearing that delicious mixture of pain and pleasure that you keened at my touch. I felt your body rock against mine as I drove my cock into you. I felt your little shudders as you came and cries of delight that came from your mouth. I shredded your skin with my talons as I scratched at your back. My preternaturally long tongue licked along and into your ears and than pushed firmly into your mouth gagging you. I grew stronger as I thrust into you, I fed on the passions and desires that radiated from your body and I whispered the words that made the doorway between the worlds. The light from the mirror grew harsher, it became the colour of blood and then it pulsed with the same beat of my cock sliding in and out of your cunt. My cock slashed forward speedily now as I reached for the climax both literally and magically of this night. A deep coldness settled at my groin and I screamed loud and triumphantly as my cold cum flashed through my cock and drove deep into your womb. The mirror's light shattered into a thousand shards creating a lurid landscape about us. As I watched my world change about us I continued to pump cum into your body feeling it move to the egg that lay deep inside you. I knew that you would be fertilised with my seed and that others would care for you and my unborn child. You passed out beneath me and I finished giving you my seed. I crossed the portal and stepped through the gateway to my father's Infernal world where the raw pain and pleasure would strike against my scaled skin. The door closed behind me but I no longer cared as I walked on the black marble of this palace. I felt where I needed to go now and I passed the writhing throng of naked bodies in the hall. No demoness needed to guide me today for I could feel where I had to go. I was sad that last time I had not continued but I knew that now I would take my rightful place with my father. Yet before I joined him I would meet up with another. I smelt her, she had that dark pungent smell of sex that women give off when they are in desperate need. A dark door opened silently and I stepped into a room of shivering blackness. My cock was hard as I entered and tentacles laced about my body and caressed my cock. They led me forward to a waiting cunt, it was a hungry cunt surrounded by the tentacles that caressed me and I felt my cock slip into its comforting warmth. However before I began our demonic fucking I spoke two words," Hello Mother." The End I hope that this story is enjoyed. I was asked for a sequel to the Devils Mirror and this is it. Please give some feedback if you want to. Mirror Images Author's Note: This is the first erotic story I have ever done, based on a semi-true story I had when I went fishing at sea. Of course, I wasn't a sailor, but I did meet a beautiful young lady there who flirted with me the whole trip. This story is more of a fantasy of what could have happened after. It's not my finest, but I can of like it anyway. Enjoy! --Sethleham *** Golden, long legs and thick lips, delicate. She was about Tom's age, 18, and very pretty. She was wearing a pair of those black hip-hugging shorts and a belly-cut, leaning over the side of his boat, her ass rolling teasingly up like she was ready for him. Tom couldn't help but stare when he knew she wasn't looking. "Ever fished at sea?" he asked her. Her long lashes went up and her bright blue eyes trailed toward him. "No. Is it hard?" Tom would love to kiss those eyes, suck on those lush lips. To even think to touch her stirred something below. "It can be... challenging," he said. "What's your name?" "Lacie. What's yours?" "Tom." She stood up to face him, one knee crossing the other, a hip moving out—curves that would feel nice to grab and hold. Tom wanted to be closer, closer... Close enough to smell her in. "Maybe you could show me some time," she said, smiling now. Tom nodded. "That'd be an honor, Lacie." She laughed and Tom watched her move across port, around the wheel to where her father was standing behind her mother, both gazing out at the the descending sun. Lacie. Nice. *** Tom took them back to the docks soon after the sun faded from sight. He smiled at Lacie, who quickly put a card in his hand. Once they were gone, he looked at it. It was for a beauty salon, which made him want to scratch his head. But upon turning it over, there was written: Lacie—phone... That night, he imagined having Lacie on the boat with him, both of them alone. He imagined undressing her, feeling her tits, her stomach, her ass. Tom's cock pushed hard against his shorts, which he pulled off and tossed aside. He laid back on his bed and began to knead the ache, fondling his tightening balls with the tips of his free fingers. He stroked, thinking about kissing Lacie, tasting her neck and shoulders. Tasting her breasts and stomach. Licking up between her labia, tasting her heat. Eventually, he stroked until he felt his cum pumping through him, ejecting from his shaft and landing, hot, on his gut. Sighing, he decided to call her the next day. *** Lacie was enthusiastic about meeting him, but she wanted to do so on her own turf. She said that she thought he was hot and that she was going to cut to the chase. "I never do this," she said, "but I want you so bad." Then she gave him the address to her pad. "My dad got it for me when I started college." "Great. Tonight?" "Please. Nine o'clock, kay?" "Sounds great." *** At nine, he was there with flowers — a bouquet of roses and lilies. When Lacie answered the door, she smiled at the flowers and took them. She smelled them, sighing. "Nice. Come in..." Tom wasn't sure what he was expecting, but when he stepped inside he noticed that the apartment had the living room and bedroom as the same room, draped in velvet curtains. On one side of the bed (fluffed with coverlets and teddy bears) was a giant glass mirror. He couldn't but to think what it was for. "It's one of my favorite toys," she said boldly. "I'm a very visual person." Lacie put the flowers in a vase as Tom watched her move. She was in a black, short skirt now. Her blouse was loose and open. She had a little eyelash liner on and a little rose-colored lipstick. "You look very sexy," Tom said. Lacey laughed, walking back up to him. "You're pretty hot, yourself, Tom." Tom leaned in to kiss her and their mouths mingled. He wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back. She pressed her smaller frame harder against him and he returned the passion. He felt her hands lower down his back, over his buttocks and squeeze. Tom followed suit, rubbing her rear through the skirt and then lowering down to reach under her skirt. He shuddered at the thought of being able to grab that ass and was excited to find that his hands were enveloping naked flesh. Lacie wasn't wearing panties. With his cock harder than hell, he spread her cheeks and rubbed her anus and pussy with a couple of fingers. She moaned a hot breath on his neck as he pleased her. Her hand reached between his legs and began rubbing his shaft through his jeans. "That feels so nice," she said. "You're so fucking hard!" Lacie undid his jeans and pulled them down. His cock stood up, pointing at her with greedy expectation. She grabbed it and her mouth sucked in some of his balls. He groaned as her tongue dashed up and down his shaft and then around his bloated bell. Her lips sucked it in, but her mouth was too small to take more than ¼ of it. Her hands worked the rest of it, stroking him until his veins bulged out from the shaft and pulsed in her hands. "You're cock looks and tastes so fucking hot. Oh, God, I love the smell of man when he's horny!" "Oh, jeez... Ah, you are a great cocksucker," Tom said. Egged on, she puffed until she had to get more air. By this time, he was feeling his balls getting ready to pump, but she let go right on time. Driven nuts by this, he threw her back on her bed and went down to smell the incense of her sex. It was dripping clear juice, already wet from the excitement. He gorged on it, rolling his tongue and smashing his lips against her pussy. He tongued her clit and shoved a couple fingers inside her to hit the g-spot. Before long, she was shaking in an orgasm that made her fall limp. "Fucking-A, where'd you learn that? I can't move!" Tom ignored the question and stuck his cock into her. He had to thrust a couple times to get it as deep as it'd go. Each time she whimpered. Tom raised one leg to see his cock and balls in the mirror. They both watched as he began to ram her hard. His balls swung back and forth as they slapped against her ass. The length of his cock appearing, wet and glossy before it sunk back into that warm hole that was quivering around it. He tried to last as long as he could, but he couldn't hold off for too long. Finally, Tom pulled out and (watching in the mirror) began to squirt his seed onto her breasts and stomach. He even pointed at her pussy, just to watch the cum build and ooze down her pussy lips. When the orgasms were over, he laid beside her and looked at the angel. "Thank you. That's been one of my biggest dreams," Tom said. "I'm horny again," she said. She crawled up and began to lick the cum of his cock. Tom just laid there, letting her get him hard again. He watched her in the mirror for a different angle. It was almost like watching a porn movie with him in it. He watched her head bob up and down, her lips puff up as his cock filled her cheeks. And the great part, he could see her ass in the mirror while she was bent over him. Her pussy all wet and shiny. When he blew his next wad, it was straight into her mouth as he watched her pussy twitch. Lacie used a finger to wipe his cum off her chin and back into her mouth as he smiled at her. "Fucking awesome," he said.