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Paint Ch. 01

By: magicalmouse



It was the middle of December and the snow had been falling for days on end, covering everything it touched in a thick white blanket. Cold watery sunshine was beginning to break through the heavy clouds but it was doing nothing to shake me out of my fit of winter blues. A delicious daydream beckoned; a secluded sun-drenched shore on a faraway island, but it was snatched out of reach by the rude interruption of the telephone. I picked up the handset and said nothing for a second, but it was long enough for a nervous cough to reach my ears, enough to let me know that it was my best friend Tom.

"Kezzy, you know you've always been the temple of my adoration, don't you?" I could hear the nerves in his voice. "I'm a man in crisis, you've got to help!" This was nothing new, in fact it had been the same ever since we had met in our first year at university and I was always the first one he turned to when things went wrong.

"What is it this time then?" I settled back, propping my feet up on the kitchen table to inspect my toenails.

"Paint." He said flatly.

"Matt, emulsion, poster... anything specific or just paint in general?" I teased.

"Don't be cute Kezzy, my landlord is threatening a visit in a couple of days and this place looks as though it's been ransacked by rampaging toddlers!"

"Sorry Tom, I'm doing my nails, we all have priorities you know." I smothered a smile as he spluttered his outrage at my failure to jump at the chance to help him out.

"Aww, come on Kezzy, there's no way I'll be able to get this place done by myself, you have got to help me. Please, please, please!"

"You're going to have to keep talking if you want me to help you Tom, you don't sound like you're exactly on your knees begging yet." 

"You want me on my knees begging? I had no idea you felt like that. Lord! Kezzy, you should have said something sooner." I couldn't hold back my laughter at his mock serious tone. 

"I'm going to be up all night you've got to help me!"

"What's it worth then Tom? I'm not dragging my ass through the snow just for the pleasure of your company." I said, putting on my best 'prepared to negotiate' voice; I would have walked on hot coals for him but that was my secret. 

"The way you're talking you'd think I was asking for the earth. Hell, you only live next door, it's not like you have to get in a car or anything like that. I thought you loved me."

"Keep talking Tom." I did love him, probably more than I should but there was no way I was going to let him have something for nothing. 

"Okay I'm willing to make it worth your while I suppose. If you help me paint the lounge I'll be your willing slave for one whole day and I'll even wear that frilly little apron thingy." 

"I would be a fool to ignore such a tempting offer, you're on!" How could I resist? My favourite man to do with as I wished for one whole day!

It didn't take me long to shove my feet into a pair of trainers and make my way next door. He greeted me like a man dying of thirst would welcome a glass of water and it wasn't long before I was knee deep in dustsheets and paint thinner. By the time we had finished painting the lounge my jeans were sticking to my legs and the sweat had created damp patches on my back and chest. I pulled the t-shirt away from my breasts while fanning my face with my free hand. 

"Thank god that's over, I think the least I deserve is a drink; you definitely know how to stretch the boundaries of friendship Tom." I said wryly.

"You have no idea honey!" He replied, putting on his best leering expression before heading off to the kitchen for a couple of cold drinks.

"Tom, you don't mind if I strip down a little do you? It's too in here; my clothes are sticking to me." I shouted through to him. 

"Ah, well we can't have that now, feel free. Meanwhile I'll do my best to remain the gentleman that I should be... I'm not making any promises though." He answered as he made his way back.

"I'm willing to take the risk, maybe you should strip down a little too, you're looking a little overheated, besides I don't want to feel too under-dressed." 

He had seen me in my underwear often, but always the gentleman, he usually kept himself covered with at least a pair of shorts when I came visiting. Being a typical woman, I was always curious about what was underneath them, but curiosity was the downfall of many a good pussy. Aside from that, his nicely sculpted body was pretty easy on the eye. I hauled my t-shirt over my head, scrunching it up and using it to rub myself down; my body felt like singing as it cooled off. Standing up I turned away from him, sucking in my breath as I struggled to unbutton my jeans, which now felt ridiculously tight against my damp skin; I groaned in frustration.

"Here Kezzy, let me help you out there."

His breath was warm on my shoulder as he stood behind me, reaching his hands around and sliding them down my stomach towards the waistband of my jeans. With each button that was undone his breath felt hotter on my skin, the friction of his hands a sweet torture. I let out a long held breath and leaned back against him, feeling his lips graze the edge of my collar bone, the tip of his tongue making a slow dragging lick all the way up the side of my neck. Something had definitely changed between us; the air seemed to be getting thicker, electrically charged.

"There you go honey, all done." As the final button was undone I gave a little moue of regret but he didn't move away. His hands slid down further inside my jeans, pushing them down over my thighs. Before I knew it he was kneeling down behind me so he could help me step out of them. Even if I'd had any words of protest, it would have been impossible for me to give voice to them, I felt weak. His lips began to brush back and forth against the backs of my knees and by sheer willpower alone I managed to keep myself standing up, but that willpower was fading fast. 

"Tom..." His name was like a plea from my lips.

"Shh, I've wanted to do this for a long time, if you don't want the same, then we can stop anytime you want." He whispered against my legs. 

As his fingertips curled around the thin elastic strip of my g-string and started tugging it down I knew I wasn't going to say no. It didn't take long for my underwear to join the rest of my clothes in a heap on the floor. Slowly he walked around me until he was standing at arms length in front of me. I was naked, waiting for him to speak, take his clothes off, anything, but he never took his eyes off the cleft of my thighs.

"Sweetheart, I had no idea you shaved, I can't wait to taste you." He spoke softly as his fingers tangled in my hair, pushing it back off my shoulders. 

I grabbed the hem of his t-shirt in my hands and pulled it up, planting soft little kisses up his chest as more and more of it was exposed to me; totally smooth save for a few hairs that were dusted around his nipples. He tasted intoxicating; salty and tangy on my tongue, delicious; I started licking and couldn't get enough. 

"My, my, who's a hungry girl then?" He gently teased, but I could feel the change in his breathing as my attentions grew more urgent.

"I haven't eaten today, better be careful." I whispered in between kisses and licks. "Lose the shorts." My fingers tugged impatiently at the material, I wanted to see all of him, right there and then.

"I'm always happy to oblige a lady." With that small statement they were gone, exposing his proud cock to me. The damp swollen head glistened and my breath was taken away, I was moments away from changing the course of our friendship; that was the only worry I had. I looked up at him and licked my lips. 

"There's plenty of time for that later; I've just noticed that we've missed some patches over there." He said, pointing to a tiny spot about six feet away. 

"Damn, I thought I'd got all that, I'll go fill it in now then." I grabbed the brush and paint, touching up the colourless area in a few seconds before standing back to survey my handiwork; I turned around and saw Tom standing with a pot of paint and a large paintbrush. 

"Did we miss any other bits?" I narrowed my eyes, looking around the walls carefully. 

"Not exactly, I was thinking of something else." His words were soft as he dipped the brush deep into the pot of paint. 

It happened as if in slow motion. I could see trails falling away from the main glob of gooey paint, like the tail of a comet. I was powerless to move as it hit me high on the chest before splattering in all directions over my neck and face. I tried my best to look stern and deadly serious but could only manage it for a few seconds before my laughter filled the air. 

"That crimson colour is really you, makes you look seriously hot Kezzy; you should wear it more often." He said before his serious expression gave way to sheer amusement. 

I turned round, showing him my back, bending down ever so slowly to dip my own brush into the paint, parting my legs a little way and wiggling my ass ensuring his complete attention; the slight side to side motion just enough to treat him to sneaky glimpses of my pussy. 

Making sure the brush was fully loaded and dripping, I stood up straight, spinning round to face him once more. I stuck my tongue out cheekily at his raised eyebrow, drawing my arm round in a perfect arc, splashing him from the centre of his forehead right down to his crotch, liberally spattering the ceiling and the wall behind him at the same time. I let out a whoop of success at my direct hit and got a round of applause for my efforts; bowing low, I watched as the paint began to drip of my dangling tits, hitting the floor in penny sized splodges. 

"Touché Tom." 

It was difficult to say when the funny situation turned into something more serious, but the feeling of the wet paint trickling down over my tits felt strangely erotic. With each drip of paint, the sensations grew and I couldn't stop my hands from straying to my crimson daubed tits. My fingertips trailed through the paint, swirling through the little globs, each tip now coated thickly in bright red. I walked slowly over to where Tom was standing, silently waiting.

"What are you going to do with that babe?" He said, putting one of his hands up in a feeble attempt at defence.

"I think I missed a bit here and there." I said as I began to circle each of his flat disc-like nipples with the bright paint.

Using his index finger he started to trace down from my forehead to my navel, drawing a thin red line as his finger continued moving. I just stared at him, watching as he lowered his head to mine, tilting slightly, capturing my bottom lip between his teeth, sucking gently on it. He took my breath away with his gentleness. There was a clatter as his brush hit the floor, leaving his hands free to cradle my head, holding me still as he explored. I raised my hands up to cover his, bringing them down, fingers interlocking as we tasted and savoured the taste of each-other, but he broke off the kiss gently, I let out a sigh of regret, it wasn't nearly enough for me, I needed more.

"I need to fuck you right now Kezzy; you have two seconds to say no, if that's what you want and I'll back off, otherwise... I'm not going to state the obvious." His forehead rested against mine as he whispered against my mouth. 

Pulling free of his grip I walked over to stand by the arm of the sofa, not saying anything for a moment. 

"Fuck me Tom." 

Any worries I might have had were pushed firmly to the back of my mind and all I felt was a deep yearning to feel him moving deep inside me; he didn't need to be told twice. His hands bit into my hips, turning me round, I balanced the weight of my body on my hands as my shoulders were pushed down, raising my ass up high. I couldn't quell the ball of excitement that was beginning to uncurl inside my stomach; this was something I had wanted for such a long time.

His deft fingers started to knead my ass, spreading the cheeks wide, exposing the plump lips of my wet pussy as well as the tiny star of my ass. I sighed with pure pleasure as he began to rub the head of his cock lightly back and forth between both holes, massaging his slippery pre-cum into me. I found myself circling my hips against him, the gentle friction creating sparks inside me. I pulled in a deep breath as he reached lower, his fingertips stilling as the head of his cock came to rest at the slick opening of my sex, his groan filling the air as he made one long thrust deep inside me.

The breath I had been holding was suddenly released in shock as the force of his movement moved me forward sharply. With each plunge of his cock my body was rocked forward and back, dragging my already aching nipples against the dustsheet covering the sofa. It felt as though I was being stretched tightly around his shaft, but my muscles clamped down tighter, wet and hot. The little button of my clit was starting to throb, shouting out for attention so I pushed my hand between my body and the sofa, sliding a finger through the slippery pulled apart lips, finding the little nub, rubbing frantically.

"Naughty girl Kezzy, did I say you could play with yourself?" His hand made sharp contact with my ass, but the sting was quickly covered by the circular sweep of his palm, the pain swiftly turning to intense heat in the space of a few seconds.

"Owwwww!! What the hell was that for?" I squealed as he brought his hand down swiftly on my ass a second time, harder than the first; the impact sure to have left a red mark.

"Sorry, just teasing you." He didn't sound very sorry but he gave me a reassuring squeeze.

"Your cunt feels so tight, it's like hot velvet, so very, very hot and tight." 

Suddenly his strokes slowed down, each one powerful and deep, achingly slow, lifting me nearly off my feet every time. Desperation was beginning to cloud my mind, all I could think of was the feel of his cock spurting deep inside me; I needed the completion right there and then.

"Fuck me hard Tom, make me scream!!!" 

It seemed like he was going to do as I asked, but his withdrawal out of me left me with a feeling of loss, it was all encompassing until I felt the tip of his index finger stroking against my ass hole. Worry had me trying to wriggle away as I realised that he planned to explore another kind of sex entirely. 

"Please don't, I've never had sex like that before... you'll rip me apart. When I said make me scream, I didn't mean like that!" I spoke frantically.

"Shhh, you know I'd never hurt you honey, I'll stop if you really don't like it." 

All I could do was nod my head, trying to ignore the feeling of panic as I grabbed two handfuls of the dustsheets that were already paint-smudged from my tits rubbing against them. As I willed myself to relax I heard him spit noisily and the slimy gob landed directly on my tight hole. Catching the mass swiftly with the head of his cock, he moved lower, his finger exploring alongside the head of his cock, pushing against my puckered hole. I felt a white-hot stab of pain as he slid right past the resistance and into my tight heat.

"God no Tom, stop! That hurts like hell, it's too much. I can't!" I managed to say between sobs. 

"Shh honey just try and relax a bit, I promise it does get better." 

His hand turned round on my ass, splaying his fingers over my dripping pussy, sliding his hand back and forth, relaxing me. I start to enjoy his ministrations, moaning as his finger began to pump slowly in and out of my ass. My hips start to buck and his fingers slid wetly through my sweet juices; I know then, that I need him, however he wants me.

"Fuck me Tom! My pussy, my ass, anywhere, please just slide your cock into me right now!" Pure raw need was driving my words and my body. 

Slowly the finger withdraws from my ass before his hands slide up my back, clutching my shoulders as the head of his cock nudges against my little hole. Nothing could have prepared me for the pain that ripped through my body at the assault on my tightly banded muscles. Helpless tears were running unchecked down my cheeks, but I needed to feel him inside me. I knew he was being as careful as he could be; stopping every inch to let me adjust, to relax even slightly, but my whole body was shaking with pain.

"NOOOOOOO... I can't, I've changed my mind, it hurts too much, you'll split me wide open!" I begged.

"Lord Kezzy I'm sorry but I can't. Just seeing my cock disappearing inside your ass like this... I need to feel more." 

"Please Tom stop!" 

"I'm so sorry Kezzy." He whispered. 

His fingers bit into my shoulders, pulling me down hard, impaling my ass on his thick cock. I couldn't help but scream as he buried himself balls deep, it felt as though I was being torn in two; I tried to struggle away but his hands held me fast all the while; my wriggling only succeeding in pushing me further onto the cock my ass was stretched wide around. I scream with every painful thrust and am answered by his grunts. So very slow to start, my pain seems to be dragged out. His palms stroke down the length of my back, a soothing gesture that touches something deep inside me. I feel one of his hands grasp the side of my hip, his free hand sliding underneath me, cupping my pussy, rubbing my engorged clit in circles. Over and over he plays me until my screams subside and my want takes over. 

Without realising it my hips start pushing back against his slow thrusts, the pain mixing with a dark pleasure, my screams of agony turning into moans of ecstasy. His balls begin to slap against me as his speed increases. I cling onto the couch with white knuckles, my body betraying me with every plunge he takes deep into my body. Beads of sweat begin to break out along my forehead; I bow my head down low, using the sheet to dry the dampness. As my body begins to shake uncontrollably I push myself back hard, clamping myself tightly around the base of his throbbing cock. 

"Sweet fucking Jesus Kezzy, you are so bloody tight... I'm going to blow my load deep inside this tight little ass of yours." 

His words trigger an intense orgasm deep inside and as I spasm my juices trickle over his swollen balls, leaving them wet and sticky. His next thrust lifts me off my feet and everything goes black, I can't hear anything but my scream as his cock begins to spurt deep inside me, incredible heat, bathing my bruised flesh. His sweaty paint streaked body collapsed against mine as his cock continued to pulse with the last of his orgasm. 

"Oh God, Kezzy, I am so sorry, I didn't want to hurt you but once I saw my cock buried deep in your beautiful ass, there was no way I could have stopped myself." He sounded close to tears. 

"Shh Tom, I had no idea it could be like that, I didn't know we could be like that... it was mind blowing, I'm just a bit shell shocked that's all." 

He withdrew his cock slowly; pushing up as the head finally popped free. I could feel his cum dribbling from my gaping ass, like a balm on my raw skin. The palms of his hands massaged the globes of my ass gently; spreading them wide. I didn't have the strength to struggle as his tongue began to dart in and out of my ass, noisily lapping up his own cum. His other hand started to stroke my pussy, making me melt under his attention, and I couldn't help but grind down on his face as his tongue and fingers coaxed me higher.

"Let yourself go honey." He managed to whisper between drugging licks. 

A cry was wrenched from deep inside as his head lowered, bestowing me with the most intimate of kisses, his tongue driving deep into my dripping wet cunt, hearing him moaning as my juices start to flow over his tongue enough to have me crying out. Body spent and weak all I could do was fall forward, gasping for breath. 

He seemed to take an age to get to his feet; his hands still soothing me as small aftershocks ran through my body, smoothing the hair away from my sweaty face before sitting down beside me. 


Paint Ch. 01



"I suppose this might not be the best time to tell you that I ... um..." 

"What Tom??" I had no idea what he was trying to say and no energy to think about it. 

"Well, I was hoping that maybe you would help me paint my bedroom tomorrow?" 

I groaned loudly before burying my head in my hands, despairing before remembering his earlier promise. Turning to look at him, his face all streaky with smeared sex juices and paint, I couldn't help but grin. 

"Sure Tom... what are friends for, after all you did promise to be my slave for a whole day!" 

"Uh oh." His gulp was audible. 

"Tomorrow honey YOUR ass is mine." 

I buried my head in my hands once more. Payback was a bitch sometimes.

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"Hell, Kezzy, if I thought for one moment you were being serious about my ass... there's just no way I'm going to let you go there, I'm an 'exit' only kind of guy." I could hear the mild panic in his tones as he spoke but fair was only fair, after the workout he had given my body, there was no way he was going to get away without any sort of payback. 

"Tom, you can rest easy, the way I'm feeling right now, getting off this sofa is going to take more energy than I am willing to spare at the moment, you're safe." I finished.

"Thank God for that!" The relief was clear in his voice as he spoke.

"For the moment Tom, only for the moment." I whispered softly.

I could feel the paint starting to dry on my cooling skin, pulling tight; it felt like I was wearing a large mudpack. 

"I need to get cleaned up Tom; you'll have to help me up honey." I stretched my limbs tentatively, my body felt well and truly abused. His hands pulled at my legs so that my feet were touching the floor, his fingertips traced their way up the inside of my calves, higher and higher. Just the thought that his ideas might be anything more than innocent had me up on my feet with lightning speed, there was no way my body could take another assault.

"I thought that might get you moving." He shot me a grin as I hobbled past him with as much dignity as I could muster in my paint-spattered state, slapping the cheeks of his ass with an open palm.

"Mine!" It gave me a degree of satisfaction to see my fingerprints raised in red on his ass, a personal branding.

"You better move your ass into the shower quick smart Kezzy, it's not tomorrow yet!" He warned.

He made motions to chase me into the bathroom and although my muscles were screaming out at me, I started to run through the lounge, dodging paint cans and bottles of thinner. As I made it into the bathroom I slammed the door shut behind me, resting my back against it, straining my ears to hear if he was on the other side; all I could hear was the opening and shutting of cupboard doors coming from the direction of the kitchen. 

Thankfully his bathroom was well stocked, if a little messy. Clean towels hung off pegs under one shelf, while a nice array of deodorants, hair waxes and gels lined up like an irregular army along the top. His dirty laundry was making a bid for freedom from the overflowing basket in one corner, there looked to be at least a fortnight's worth of grubby t-shirts languishing on the floor. But at least the toilet and washbasin looked relatively clean. I would have given anything to be able to soak away my pains in a deep tub of steamy hot water, but alas it wasn't to be. A large glass panelled shower had pride of place in the middle of the longest wall, the fittings were shiny brass, the shower head too, simple in design. Generous landlord, it certainly put the ancient claw-foot bathtub in my own bathroom to shame.

Reaching into the shower, I tested a couple of the knobs, hoping that there was at least enough hot water to get rid of the worst of the paint. My luck was holding, the steady flow of water hitting the palm of my hand was piping hot, exactly what I needed. I stepped under the spray gratefully, pulling the screen closed behind me. My hands lay flat on the wall either side of the shower panel, head bent as the water began to cascade down on me, steam rising in clouds. I let out a long sigh as the heat began to seep through to my muscles; it was relaxing, so very, very relaxing. The sound of beating water was all there was, I was locked away in my own little world with my head tilted back, letting the water wash the paint streaks from my face, eyes tight shut until dizziness forced my head forwards once more and I looked down to see the red-tinted water whirl away down the drain till it ran clear once more. 

I started to think about the next day and wondered if I had bitten off more than I could chew; I had never once given a thought to playing with any man's ass, but with Tom things were different and I found the idea appealing, but it meant that I was going to have to go into the kind of shop that I had previously only ever walked past quickly. For my own sake I hoped that there would be a very understanding shop assistant who would be able to translate my hand signals and stuttering requests.

The first sign that I wasn't alone was the slightly cool air that hit my back and the little click of the shower door as it was closed again quickly. His body brushed against mine as he edged his way around to stand beside me, stroking the wet hair back from my face with gentle hands.

"Please Tom..." I didn't have the energy to finish my sentence.

"Shh Kezzy, let me take care of you." His quiet words washed over me along with the water; I was energy-sapped with no fight left. 

I watched as he grabbed one of the bottles hanging off the shower fitting, squirting a generous amount of gel into the palm of his hand before moving behind me. One of his hands brought me up to a standing position and his fingers started to massage my scalp; I released a sigh of pure pleasure. Warm lips grazed the side of my neck as he continued to work magic with his fingertips. He placed his hands on my shoulders turning me round to face him, pushing my head back slightly so that the water could wash away the lather. I didn't want to open my eyes as I felt a washcloth rubbing my shoulders, lower to circle around my breasts, the wet material chaffing slightly against my traitorously hard nipples. I bit down on my bottom lip as he swept it lower.

"Spread your legs babe. Let me take away the hurt." I did as I was told, parting them a little way, waiting for that first touch on my swollen flesh. The heat I felt as he pressed the cloth gently between my legs started to soothe the ache somewhat, relieving me. His hands nudged my thighs further apart so I had to hold onto his shoulders for support, resting my cheek on one hand, letting the falling water run over my back. His touches were gentle, caring; I knew then that he wasn't doing this for sexual gain. Just as he had said, he was taking care of me. I winced as he moved the washcloth further back, rubbing it carefully over my ass hole, which by this point was feeling more than a little bruised. He straightened up again slowly.

"Damn kezzy... I am so very, very sorry." I silenced him by pressing a finger against his lips.

His other hand reached back and turned the water off and I stood up once more, squeezing the excess water from my dripping hair, catching my breath as my nipples brushed against his chest. His eyebrow raised a notch and I answered with an apologetic grin, grabbing the closest towel to me as I stepped out of the shower; realising only at that point, that it must have been quite late. "What's the rush? You know you're quite welcome to spend the night here."

"Ah Tom, what I need right now is to crawl into my own bed and get a good nights rest... tomorrow is going to be a long day."

I wrapped the towel around myself and made my way back through to the lounge, pulling my t-shirt back on without bothering with the bra, discarding the g-string because it would have felt like cheese-wire against my aching hole. As I pushed my feet back into my trainers Tom emerged from the kitchen, dressed in an over-washed t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

"I'm going to be up all night painting that ceiling, I don't think my landlord is going to be too impressed with the crimson polka dot effect!"

"Aw, shame honey, just make sure you get a little rest, you're going to need it if we're going to paint your bedroom tomorrow. Oh and before I forget, don't bother to dress before I come round, I'll have a little something you can wear while we work." My mind was already ticking over with all the possibilities.

He started to look decidedly nervous but it served him right. He kissed me warmly as we said our goodbyes and minutes later I was snuggled down under my quilt, waiting for Hypnos.

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The cold morning light seemed to batter my eyelids, demanding that I rise; my body felt like it was completely seized up. Still, up I got, dressing with care, discarding my usual g-strings in favour of something a little less intimate, the last thing I needed was anything chaffing my sensitive skin. My favourite hip-hugging jeans and cream high collared sweater followed, I was nearly ready. Just enough time for a quick coffee I decided looking at the clock, it was 9am, the shops were barely open.

As I stepped onto the pavement, slamming the main door behind me I couldn't resist sneaking a look up at next-door's flat, the curtains were pulled tight at Tom's bedroom window. He must have decided that sleep was a good idea, which was just as well. I flagged down a passing taxi and spent the next 10 minutes in quiet contemplation, excitement mingled with a real nervousness, luckily the driver wasn't the chatty kind because I would have been hard put to string a coherent sentence together. I was dropped off about two minutes walk away from the shop; it would maybe give me enough time to steel myself enough to actually go inside.

Half an hour later I was still standing near the shop trying to pluck up the courage. It looked unassuming enough, there weren't huge displays of vibrators or kinky PVC outfits vying for space in the window display. In the minutes that I had stood there I had noticed numerous women half dragging their spouses past as their eyes lit upon the single display under a spotlight in the otherwise black-draped window. A headless bust clad in a form-fitting blood red leather corset, laced up the front with matching ribbon; already I could imagine myself wearing it; feeling the tight leather constricting me, pushing my tits up and out until my rosy nipples began to poke slightly over the top. I could feel my clit start to tingle as my thoughts raced on.

It was now or never; the street was as quiet as it was ever going to get; just a quick glance round to make sure that no-one I knew was looking. I grasped the handle of the door with a damp palm, pressing down and I was in there like the devil himself was at my heels. The sound as I slammed it behind me seemed to reverberate round the small shop. It took me a minute to gather the courage to take a good look around, much to the amusement of a good-looking man behind the counter. I returned his grin with a look of what I hoped was confidence, which my shaking hands belied and I could feel his gaze following me as I made my way slowly past carousels filled with different dress-up outfits that I had only previously seen gracing the covers of top shelf magazines.

I spotted a familiar black and white ensemble and knew it would be perfect for what I had in mind; I laughed softly as I lifted it from the rail but my gasp was audible as I realised just how revealing the uniform really was; on me, the plain black dress would have only reached half way down my ass, the front had a neckline cut straight down to the navel, with no buttons or restraints whatsoever. A sheer see-through apron with frills was pinned to the front and a lacy cap completed it. I could see the material shaking as I held it; I knew there was no way Tom would be able to squeeze into the dress but I could keep it for myself, the rest would be fine though. I quickly tucked the outfit under one arm, taking a deep breath before venturing further into the shop.

I could feel my jaw dropping further and further as I began to take in each display; nipple clamps and bondage gear sat alongside body paint and lubes of all descriptions, paintbrushes lay atop large jars of liquid chocolate, the list went on and on. My sexual education was sadly lacking and just when I thought I was going to be forced to ask for help I noticed a couple of steps leading up to a dimly lit room. I glanced back for a second and saw that the man behind the till was now perched on a stool with his head buried in a book; whatever he was reading must have been humourous because he had a wide grin on his handsome face; my eyes narrowed but he didn't look up once.

As I entered the second room I had to let my eyes adjust for a few seconds to the change in lighting. There were several large glass display cases, all of which were spot lit and arranged around a central island. It wasn't what was in the cases that robbed me of breath but the bronze statue of two naked lovers that had pride of place on a wooden plinth; they were breathtaking.

The woman stood with her legs parted, arms up, hands tangled in the hair of her lover who was standing behind her with his hands splayed across her belly; there was no space between them, giving the impression that he was buried deep inside her. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen; all thoughts of what had brought me to the shop in the first place left my head as I continued to look at the statue, for such a cold substance it fairly radiated an intense heat.

"Can I help you?" A soft voice whispered; and I felt the weight of a hand on my shoulder, making me jump with shock as my train of thought was suddenly brought to a screeching halt.

"I was just... um, I need..." I was acting like a spluttering fool.

"They really are beautiful aren't they?" I glanced round and realised that it was the same man that had been tending the till. His eyes were trained on the lovers but his hand still lay on my shoulder and I relaxed.

"Yes, they truly are." I breathed, turning once more, drawn like a magnet to them. His breath was warm on the side of my neck; I prickled with awareness. My stomach muscles started to clench with the realisation that this simple action was arousing me. Perhaps the lovers were casting a little spell of their own I mused to myself.

Then reality came crashing back in and I stepped smartly out of his reach, moving across to the first display case. At a first quick look it appeared to be a simple layout of necklaces, some with large beads, some with small and some graduated like the costume jewellery that you might find on your mother's dressing table. I just didn't know what role they might play in a sexual sense and I found myself talking before my thought processes could kick in.

"What would I do with these?" I whispered, instantly wishing I had been able to keep my mouth shut.

"They're anal beads and if you'd like a practical demonstration, then feel free to ask." He answered, coming over to stand beside me; I could feel a wave of heat start to rise from the top of my chest as I looked at him.

"I don't understand." 

I could hear the jangle of keys as he unlocked the display, moving close to me, letting me see how the soft material of his black t-shirt stretched tightly over his arms and chest, close enough to get the scent of his own musk. My heart began to beat heavily in my chest as he removed a strand of beads for me to have a look at.

"Make sure you're completely relaxed first and very wet, use a good lube and some gentle ass play to get you in the mood. Then, slowly push the beads one by one inside, as much as you feel comfortable with..." His thumb and forefinger formed a small circle at the top of the strand as his other grasped the short length of cord at the top; I held my breath.

"Then you can pull them slowly, ever so slowly out." At this, he tugged on the cord and I watched as the first bead popped through his fingers. My ass clenched in response, my clit started to throb once more within the folds of my sex, watching as he pulled each of the beads through.

"The feeling is supposed to be something quite intense." He looked directly at me as the last and largest bead squeezed through the small gap.

"Oh." I managed to squeak, only just managing to meet the gaze of his cat-like green eyes as my hands gripped the little maid outfit tighter, like a security blanket. 

"Are you interested in these?" He enquired, dangling them from one of his hands.

Hell yes my body screamed but I managed to keep my mouth firmly shut.

"Err... no, they're not really what I'm looking for." I gave silent thanks for the dim lighting and hoped it was enough to mask the bright flush staining my cheeks.

My eyes lit upon the next cabinet; what lay inside was stunningly simple. A plain bust, realistically coloured, beautiful, pale pink hardened nipples, each linked to each other by a thin silver chain and painful looking clamps. I gulped and turned to look at the shop assistant. He raised his eyebrow and gave me a wide smile.

"No, absolutely not!" Just the very thought was enough to have me wincing inwardly.

Ah, the next case contained exactly what I was looking for and I gave silent thanks to God. There they stood; line after line like regimental soldiers, different sizes and colours; apart from the multi coloured and glow in the dark ones. I stood like their commanding officer and resisted the urged to salute.

The case door was open before I had the chance to say a thing.

"This is one of our most popular vibrators with the ladies." He reached in to the back, removing a bright pink one that looked to be about 10 inches long and very wide. I wanted tom's ass but I had no intentions of skewering him like a kebab! I reached past him and secured the least lethal looking dildo.

"I uh... think that's a bit too big." I was transfixed by the sight of his lightly tanned hand, his pianist-like fingers wrapped around the shaft of that shocking pink monster.

"Oh well, there is this, its slightly smaller and made from a special new material. Apparently it's meant to feel quite realistic." He made it sound like we were choosing a fine wine to accompany dinner. Like a magician pulling a rabbit from a hat, there in his hands lay a vibrator that looked so much like the real thing it made my jaw quite literally drop. From the bulbous mushroom shaped head ringed by the folded back foreskin, down to the thickly veined shaft. It must have been 8 inches, but what I really liked was the way it curved slightly to the left.

"It's... it's just." I stammered.

"Touch it." He quietly commanded. My curiosity was roused and I reached out with tentative fingers to feel; it was silky soft and hard as steel all at the same time. I stroked up and down the shaft with a lightly clenched fist, making a small noise of appreciation as I let the pad of my thumb circle around the head.

The wetness between my legs was spreading and I could feel it soaking through my panties. I clamped my thighs together, increasing the pressure on my already stimulated clit, it was enough to send a delicious shiver right through me; the steady ache I was now feeling was enough to remind me of the pounding I had taken the night before. God, even the colour was authentic looking; the head looked to be blood swollen, the shaft a lightly tanned colour. I ran the tip of my tongue over my bottom lip; there was a small click and his hand tightened around the phallus. I moved my hand away and watched in stunned silence as it sprang to life in his grip; it appeared to be pulsing with a life of its own. My mouth was watering as I watched the top four inches begin to make sweeping motions side to side, all soundlessly. I was in awe. Watching his hand holding the vibrator like it was his own cock was beginning to have a real effect on me, so I loosened my tightly belted coat, my breathing grew shallower. He gave a knowing chuckle.




Paint Ch. 01



"I guess this is the one then?"

All I could do was nod. He switched off the twitching device and I sighed with more than a little regret. My embarrassment seemed to be dissipating somewhat and not before time. He put the gorgeous vibrator and dildo back in the case and retrieved boxed copies of them both from a curtained-off area below the display.

"Let's get these rung through unless there's something else you'd like?" I wanted him right there and then, my soaking panties were a real testament to the affect his intimate sales pitch had had on me. A sudden picture of crystal clarity sprang into my mind of the two of us in the lovers pose; I felt like I was melting.

I lowered my eyes, "No, nothing else." I said, walking by him, snatching a black leather harness of the hanging rail by the screen. Damn sure I wasn't going to go through any more torture for another purchase. It had adjustable straps so no doubt it would be fine. He waited for me to walk in front of him, following close behind as we made our way to the counter. As the items I had chosen were laid out on the counter one by one, the enormity of what I was preparing to do hit me like a huge wave, giving me a moment of real doubt.

"My name is Jake by the way. If you want we could have a coffee or something if you want... anytime." His smile was warm and sincere, more than that; the 'something' had me intrigued.

"Maybe, we'll see. Doesn't your boss object to the amount of time you spend away from the till?"

He laughed and I followed the direction he was pointing in, seeing that the open/closed sign had been turned round.

"The shop is my own, besides, a little personal assistance goes a long way." He winked saucily.

"Indeed." I replied, feeling the familiar blush beginning to rise again.

"Lube?"

My thoughts were starting to drift.

"No thanks, I'm wet enough already!"

"Really??"

I wished at that moment that the ground could have opened up and swallowed me whole, I couldn't believe I had just said what I had, but one look at his face told me that I had and one look into his eyes made me push all thoughts of Tom to the furthest recesses of my mind.

"Yes, um, I'll need some of that too." I managed to say, watching as he slid a large tube of KY jelly into the plain shiny black bag. Somehow I managed to pay for my purchases without stuffing my feet even further into my already crammed mouth.

"See you soon then..."

"Kezzy." I said quietly as I started to head for the door.

"Kezzy." He whispered, as if tasting it on his tongue; my name sounded so sexy the way he said it. I let the door click shut softly behind me as I stepped out into the winter sunshine, tightening my coat against the chill once more. I felt a little regret at not taking that little encounter further, but I had other plans, and there would always be another opportunity. Clutching the bag to my chest I glanced up, seeing a woman staring at the shop-front, her face looked slightly panicked. I knew that look well.

"Don't worry love." I told her as I passed, "The customer service in there is definitely first class."

I heard the door slam behind me and laughed. I was still laughing as I hailed a passing taxi and I had barely sat down when I felt the discreet vibration of my cell phone deep inside my pocket. Fishing it out I checked the caller number and smiled, it was Tom.



Paint Ch. 02



"Where the hell are you? Remember you said you would be over to help out today? I'm sitting here like Cinderella's pumpkin!" His voice sounded slightly fraught.

"I'm on my way back to the flat just now, give me a chance to sort out my shopping and I'll be right round. Honestly Tom you're a panic merchant!"

"Shopping?" He enquired.

"I'll be only too happy to show you what I've got, listen I'm nearly home now, catch you in a bit." I switched the phone off before he could say anything else. I tipped the driver generously as he dropped me off at my door and I didn't have to look up to know that Tom's eyes were boring like lasers into me as I hunted for my keys. 

A moment later I realised that I didn’t need to go home for anything, everything I needed was sitting at the bottom of the shiny black bag I held in my hand. Tilting my head back I gave him a big cheesy grin and motioned for him to let me in and less than a minute later I was assaulted by the smell of fresh paint and a very apprehensive looking Tom.

"What's in the bag Kezzy?" He asked quietly, his hand reaching out to take the bag from me but I clutched it even closer and wagged a finger at him.

"Something a little special just for you Tom." I reached up and planted a soft kiss on his cheek, letting one hand slide down and round to cup one cheek of his ass, squeezing it gently.

"No bloody way!" He held my face between his hands, looking deep into my eyes, "I'm not that kind of boy."

"A deal's a deal Tom honey, you can't back out now when it doesn't suit you."

I wriggled out of his grasp, moving past him and on through to his bedroom, losing my coat along the way. It was instantly clear that he had been more than a little busy; the bedroom was already painted, not a sign of a paintbrush or dustsheet. I was shocked to say the least; he must have been up for the best part of the night. A little cough from the doorway behind me alerted me to the fact that he had joined me.

"Well, what do you think of the room then?"

I took in every detail, from the brilliant blue on the walls down to the polished wooden floorboards. Even the skirting boards were spotless. I studiously avoided looking too long at his huge brass bedstead as I walked over to the old-fashioned double sash window that spanned nearly floor to ceiling. My fingers trailed over the deep sill as I leaned forward a little to look at the busy street below.

"It's lovely Tom, you must have been up very late."

"Yeah, my mind just wouldn't shut down for some reason, I thought I might as well get on with it... after-all this is your day."

"Ohh, glad you see it that way honey, I've got something for you to change into."

"I really don’t think I want to play dress-up today Kezzy.” His voice shook as he spoke.

"Don't worry; you'll easily be a lot more comfortable with what I've got than what you're wearing at the moment." I winked at him before rummaging in my bag.

"Ta da!" I pulled the maids outfit out of the bag with a flourish and watched the colour drain from his face.

"Don't look so worried Tom, I'm in a sharing kind of mood; you can have the apron and the cap and I'll wear the dress."

"Oh, then I guess that makes it all right does it? Christ Kezzy, I just want to make it known right now, that I wouldn't do this for anyone else but you. Give me the bloody thing."

He was a man resigned. I gave him a warm smile as he held out his hand for the scanty items. 

"I'll go change in the bathroom, but remember this Kezzy, what happens here today goes no further than us, you understand?"

"Of course, I wouldn't dream of telling anyone, and you never know, you might just find that it’s not the worst thing in the world."

He raised his eyebrows and said nothing, pulling the door shut behind him as he went to change. Hell, this wasn't just a new situation for him. I quickly stripped down to my underwear and held the little dress against my body, forget the underwear; there was no way I would get away with wearing any under the sheer material. Maybe if he saw me nearly naked it would put him more at ease, it was worth doing if even only for that. I didn't want to humiliate him.

I reached both hands up my back and released the clasp of my bra, letting it fall where I stood; the feeling of freedom was heavenly. I hooked my fingers under the elastic of my panties, pulling them down my legs, stepping out of them, only realising at the last minute that I was standing very close to the window. Oh well, too late to worry about being seen now I thought as I let the silky material of the dress slide down over my head. My first thought as the dress fell into place was where they had put the rest of it; the bottom hem grazed against my pussy and I didn’t even want to think what the back view was going to be like if I had to bend over for anything. 

My anxious fingers started to tug the hem down even an inch lower but it wasn't happening. I walked over to the free-standing cheval mirror he had in one corner of the room, needing to see the complete picture. He was going to love this; a pure vision of tackiness personified no less. The gaping neckline exposed the curve of each breast, just stopping short of my nipples before plunging down to my navel. If he was nervous, Lord I was nervous too.

"Kezzy you wench! What the hell are you nearly wearing?"

I whirled round at the sound of his voice and was stunned into silence for a second when I caught sight of him. The silence didn't last long and I released the howl of laughter that had built up inside. His answering scowl did nothing to quell me. The dainty apron looked incongruous against his powerful frame, the sheerness seeming to accentuate what lay beneath. 

"Never mind, this um... dress, get that cap on mister, you've got a couple of chores to do." I said; my face a mask of what I hoped was seriousness.

"You can't be serious." His face registered shock at my words.

"Now right now!"

I moved closer to him, dragging a fingernail straight down the centre of his chest, stroking side to side as I felt the waistband. Laying my palm flat low on his belly I let it skim down very slowly, feeling his cock jerk slightly, watching the effect my small touch had on him was very satisfying. I gave a little sound of appreciation and watched as he put the cap on with obvious reluctance.

"I seem to have left some clothes scattered on your floor, it looks so untidy, pick them up." He stepped round me silently, picking up what I had discarded, folding everything neatly before placing them on the windowsill.

"Very good Tom, now while you're over there I want you to pull the blind down, that sunshine is a little too bright in here it’s giving me a headache." I rubbed my forehead with the back of a hand; raising my arm up meant that the dress rode up a bit higher, giving him an unobstructed view of my pussy; he let out a low whistle. I tried to hide a smile.

"Anything you say... you don't want me to call you mistress or anything, do you?"

"Certainly not." I laughed.

I walked the short distance to his bed slowly, letting my hand trail up and down the neckline of my dress shivering every time I got close to the sides of my tits. I could see him wetting his lips.

"You know, after last night I was left with aches in places I'd forgotten existed; seeing as you are the root of what ails me today, you should at least try to kiss it better." I turned to face his bed, my palms resting on his quilt, bending slowly over to reveal my naked ass.

"Let me make it all better for you." He whispered.

I spread my legs and bowed right down, letting my cheek rest on the bed; I shivered with anticipation, waiting for his first touch. I felt the first few testing licks across the tiny dimple at the very base of my spine, his big warm hands spreading themselves across my ass, massaging ever so gently. I sighed, locking my knee joints so I wouldn't collapse forward. His thumbs pressed in a little, parting my cheeks and he began to blow softly directly onto my little ass hole, over and over until I was close to begging him to lick me.

"You know what I want you to do Tom."

His answer was lost as he buried his face between my legs, his nose pushing into my puckered little star as he gave me a long dragging lick from my clit right back to my tight hole, moving down to swirl his tongue round the narrow strip of skin that separated both holes. My clit was crying out for attention but I ignored it with great difficulty as he lapped at me; the ache was vanishing under his touches but I let him continue to work me, it would just be for a little bit longer I promised myself. I couldn’t stop the flow of juices from my pussy, or the way my hips tilted and pushed up at his face, I wanted him again, but it was too soon.

"Enough now Tom, stand up, I want to look at you." I managed.

How I got to my feet without falling down was a major achievement and I perched on the edge of the bed, leaning back on my hands, noting every last detail of how he looked. His face was flushed, making his eyes look brighter and looking down it was more than a little apparent that he was aroused; his strong erection had made a tent of the apron and I liked what I saw very much.

"I want you to stroke your cock Tom."

"No, you don't know what that will do to me, have a heart Kezzy!" He pleaded quietly, but I was having none of it. Just the very thought of watching him wank was enough to make me shiver; we both watched each-other in silence. Moments passed and he released a deep breath, pulling the apron to one side, his hand grasping around the shaft of his engorged cock. I gave him a little grin and spread my legs wide, the hem of the dress now sitting at the top of my thighs. I was as open to his eyes as he was to mine; the front of the dress now gaped wide, exposing my tits.

"I want to see you cum Tom." I whispered; my eyes never leaving his as I let one hand slide down between my legs, my index finger pushing through the folds of my dripping pussy, again and again. He just groaned.

"Whatever you want Kezzy." Seconds later he was pumping his hand slowly, eyes half closed but still watching me. I stopped playing with myself long enough to retrieve the vibrator from the black bag, discarding the packaging quickly.

"What the hell is that?" His breathing was slightly ragged.

"It’s just a little toy for me Tom." I spread my legs once more, watching him closely as I let my mouth close around the head of the vibrator, swirling my tongue round it so that it was nice and wet. 

"You’re nothing but a red-haired witch Kezzy!"

"Keep watching." I could see his torso beginning to shake as I trailed the tip down between my tits and over my stomach. His stroking seemed to come to a stop, he was waiting for me; I winked as I let the wide head brush over my pulsing clit, the coldness of it a slight shock on my heated flesh.

"Ohhh... I just need to feel this inside me, you don't mind watching me play, do you Tom?" I let my tongue slowly wet my bottom lip before biting down gently.

"Uhh, bloody hell Kezzy, what do you think?" He was sounding pained as I pushed the bulbous head against the slick entrance to my sex. I tilted my hips up a little and slid the whole thing all the way home; I couldn't stop my muscles from clutching wetly around it, the sensations were so intense, I could feel every thick vein and ridge. 

"Come and stand in front of me Tom!" I managed to say between gasps as I slid the phallus back and forth. He was now nearly within licking range, my hand went to his thigh, my actions were small, soothing touches, I was watching for any sign that he might be uncomfortable. I took hold of his free hand, guiding it between my legs, letting his fingers brush against the base of the vibrator that was buried deep inside me.

"I'm thirsty Tom let me drink." I whispered, pulling him close.

"Christ woman!" His voice was starting to shake badly as I began sucking on the blood swollen head of his cock; one of his hands rested on my shoulder for support while my mouth, hungry for the taste of him, moved lower. The hand he had between my legs took hold of the vibrator, sliding it out slowly; I started to moan deep at the back of my throat, not wanting to lose what was filling me so nicely. I brought my hand back and delivered a swift stinging slap to his rear end.

"Owww, you little bitch!" My answering laugh sounded more like a gurgle.

Suddenly his fingers bit into my shoulder as the vibrator clicked on, the rotating tip starting to create sweet havoc inside my already dripping pussy. I opened my mouth wide in surprise as he pushed and twisted it deeper; his hips slammed forward quickly. My gag reflex was automatic and I forgot how to breathe for long seconds. His hips began to slam back and forth on my face, forcing his cock into my throat each time. I could have pulled back at any moment but I wanted everything he had to give. He held the vibrator inside my pussy, even when I knew I was close to my orgasm he never let it slip even an inch. I was relaxing more now as he fucked my mouth, saliva dripping from the shaft every time he pulled out; I reached up, grasping what I could of his slippery shaft, holding him as tight as I dared in my small fist.

"Are you really that thirsty honey?" My head bobbed in response.

"Open wide then." I let out a low moan, stroking as I moved up, my mouth creating a perfect seal round the head. My insides were melting around the vibrator, hips moving forward and back ever so slowly; my fingernails bit into the plump flesh of his ass as I looked down to see his balls contract. The shaft of his cock jerked in my grip and the first sweet streams of cum sprayed the back of my waiting mouth, I swallowed greedily. The second wave brought him to his knees and out of my mouth.

"Sweet, sweet Kezzy." He murmured as he took a firm hold of the vibrator, starting to pound my sopping pussy with it.

"YES...Fuck, yes... make me cum!!" Tendrils of saliva and cum were dripping from my chin down to the valley between my tits. He inched closer to me on his knees, leaning over, lapping up the slimy mess from my chest; I took his head in my hands, pulling him towards me. His arm snaked round me, holding me fast while he drove the vibrator deep into me again and again.

"Ahhh... that's the way, fuck my little pussy!!"

His mouth came down on mine, sharing his salty cum; our tongues dancing over one another, a sloppy wet kiss that lasted for ages. His mouth still covered mine as I started to scream. My hands grasped and clutched at every part of him that they could reach, the force of my orgasm making my feet arc till they were on tiptoes, still he held me there. Tears sprang from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks, wetting his face. I was sobbing with the sheer beauty and force of my orgasm. He released me slowly, letting the vibrator slide out; kissing my tears away, I drew in a very ragged breath.

"I um... I don't think I'm thirsty anymore." I hiccupped, making him smile.

"Well thank God for that honey, I need to lie down for a few minutes." He sounded worn out.

"Even a maid deserves time off for good behaviour." I told him as I pulled the apron and cap free.

He flopped down onto the bed, lying flat on his stomach. I watched the rise and fall of his shoulders; his breathing was growing steadier. My mouth was watering just looking at the rear view of him; his broad muscular shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist but his ass was just beautiful. Firm, curved, cute dimples at each side, all in all an absolutely squeezable ass.

I stood up, realising that my legs were more than a little unsteady as I gathered the hem of the dress in both hands, hauling it up and off; maybe a short break wasn’t such a bad idea, but as my eyes lit on the black bag, I changed my mind and realised that I could sleep when I was dead. Tom's breathing was deep and regular now; sleep had truly taken over. I tipped the contents out onto the bottom of the bed. I knew from the beginning that I wouldn't be very convincing if I tried acting like a ruthless bitch, it just wasn't in me to be like that with someone I loved so deeply. I thanked God that he was sleeping though; it was going to take me a while to figure out how to put the harness on.

Half an hour later I was sweating profusely, trying to roll Tom over onto his back, failing miserably at holding back my mirth every time I looked down to see the dildo waving like a flag in front of me. At last his body complied, flopping over, one of his arms covering his eyes. I parted his thighs and scooted across to kneel between them, seeing his spent cock lying limply against the nest of curly hairs. I bowed down, licking my way up the inside of his thighs, to the very top where his balls had stuck with sweat to his thigh. I looked up every now and again to see if he was showing any signs of waking up, even as I took one of his balls into my mouth, laving it gently with my wet tongue, but he never stirred. I felt around with my hands for the tube of jelly, and after finding it, squeezed out a huge dollop onto my fingertips, using it to liberally grease the dildo, making sure that every bit of it was covered.

"Tom honey, are you awake?" I asked quietly, leaning over at the same time.

"Mmm, what?" He was just mumbling; body still nicely relaxed. I smiled, watching his muscles tense a little as I slid one finger behind his balls to where his tight little ass hole was. I just circled it over and over; never trying to push forward, but I desperately wanted to feel him clenching around my finger.

"Tom baby, wake up."

"Mmm… yeah sure." He must have been so tired; his body just didn't want to wake, but I had been fair and asked him twice.

I pressed my finger against his ass once more with more pressure, the muscles tightened instinctively against the intrusion but seeing as the area was slippery wet I managed to slip the tip in without any trouble.

I looked up as his eyes shot open.

"What the hell is that thing?" He asked pointing between my legs; the look on his face was incredulous.

"Do I really have to explain?" I said, giving a little wiggle.

I started to stroke his limp cock as I slid my finger deeper; he was tightening painfully around the digit, trying in vain to push it out, this only made access easier for me.

"No! Damn Kezzy, you can't want to do this!"

I crooked my finger a little and felt for the ridge of his prostate; watching him closely as I stroked against it for the first time. His face was a mask of shock, the whitening round the edges of his mouth the only clue I had that this was a little painful. I continued to stroke very slowly, willing him to relax.

"Okay, okay... you've made your point; I promise I won’t go near your ass again!!" He managed to say between gritted teeth. I thought about the way he had taken my ass and it only served to make my pussy throb. I clenched my ass, still feeling that ache.

"I’m not so sure Tom; thinking on it... last night was a pretty powerful experience; all I want to do is share it with you."

"How can you say that with such a sexy smile and a finger half way up my ass at the same time; you’re evil personified!"

His hands reached up, gripping the bottom rail of the bed-head, pulling his bottom half up. I raised an eyebrow at him, knowing straight away that he was going to try and roll to the side and away. I let go of his now erect cock, barely noticing the pre-cum oozing from it. My hands skimmed up the back of one thigh quickly, hooking underneath one knee; pushing his leg towards his chest, looking down to see him opening up to me. Very carefully I eased my finger from his ass, grabbing the tube of lube, squirting a liberal dose onto his puckered opening. The sudden coldness was a real shock for him and he stopped grimacing long enough to make a small 'o' shape with his mouth.




Paint Ch. 02



"Nice? Shame you didn't use any of this on me last night... and you think I'm the evil one?" I began to push his legs forward a little more; his ass was raised up close to the head of the dildo. My hips tilted so that most of the length lay over his ass-hole, the tip brushing against his ball-sac. I couldn't help but revel in the feeling of power I had over him at that moment. He looked at me, pleading silently with his eyes; I had come this far, there was no backing out. I drew back till only the tip nudged his ass.

"If you stick that bloody thing in my ass I'm going to scream blue fucking murder, just you wait, what goes around comes around."

"Ha, ha, ha Tom, at last you figured that much out. Just remember how much I love you."

I blew him a kiss and pushed the head of the dildo in; his knuckles were white on the brass pole.

"Sweet fucking Jesus! When this is over Kezzy I'm going to make sure you know who the man is here!!"

I started to rock his ass back and forth, forcing the dildo little by little deeper into his ass. The veins in his temple were throbbing by the time it was halfway and I was feeling a desperate need just to fuck him senseless. The head of his cock was covered in his slippery wet pre-cum and slapped gently against his belly every time I rocked.

"I want you on your hands and knees Tom."

"No way Kezzy!" He sounded adamant, but I knew what I wanted.

"Right now or I'm shoving this dildo right up your fucking ass!"

"Okay... okay." He sounded quiet, resigned.

I withdrew carefully and scooted off the bed, taking a minute to appreciate the picture he presented to me. He was shaking slightly, thighs parted; his ass-hole nestled in the cleft of his arse was shiny with the jelly, balls swollen and dangling. I let my hand move through his legs, stroking up along his shaft, he seemed impossibly hard. I couldn't resist leaning over to bite the ripe flesh of his ass, sucking like I would with a ripe peach. His moan was low, barely audible.

"I think you're a little to high up for me honey, feet on the floor please!"

"Talk about a domineering female!" I laughed but he did as he was told without fuss.

This was the same position as he had had me in, I was curious to see how he would like it. I stood between his legs, guiding the slippery dildo to his waiting ass; my other hand coming back to stroke the length of his spine.

"Push out babe." He did, luckily, and I thrust forward, letting it go no further than before; it was amazing to see his tight hole stretched around the shaft; it gave me a clue as to why doggy-style was such a popular position.

I gripped his ass cheeks in my hands, pulling back to the tip; his screeches and howls were an indicator of how much pain he was in, but I served him a stinging slap to silence his protests; this didn’t shut him up but he quietened down a little. To take his mind off the invading phallus, I reached down and took his cock in my hand and found it stiffer than ever, slick with his own fluids. I pumped the shaft quickly, pushing my hips forward, watching his ass take the full length, but I knew he wouldn’t last long in my hand so my hips picked out a slow deep rhythm, stretching him out every time. I felt his whole body start to shake against me, and just when I thought he was going to cum in my hand I felt him start to meet my thrusts, shock filled me; he might have been crying out in pain, but his body was betraying him completely.

I let my hips slap against his ass with each thrust, my hand clutching his wet cock tightly. A harsh cry seemed to be wrenched from somewhere deep inside him as he started to orgasm. I felt the shudder running through him so I quickly moved my fingers up, letting them get coated with his thick, streaming cum. As his spasms faded, I eased back slowly out of his ass till the head popped free. He released a sigh of pure relief and flipped over onto his back, eyes spearing me where I stood. I raised my hand to my mouth, sucking on the slippery fingers while we stared at each other. His face was a mask of seriousness but there was still a twinkle in his eyes. I wiggled my hips at him, feeling the dildo swinging side to side. He laughed. My free hand undid a restraining buckle and I let the harness drop to the floor.

"You really are a witch Kezzy." He said softly

I let my fingers slide slowly out of my mouth, smacking my lips with appreciation before turning slightly, showing him the curve of my ass.

"Spank me!!"

"Who are you and what have you done with my shy but friendly next door neighbour?”

“Oh she’s definitely still in here somewhere.” I said, putting my hand on my heart.

Our friendship had well and truly moved on to another level and I had no regrets; each sexual encounter was like a bite of the most addictive chocolate, tasted, savoured; and when at last consumed, hunger for another fix lay in wait. He was my addiction and it seemed like I would never get enough. I stuck my tongue out at him cheekily, climbing onto the bed and crawling slowly towards him on my hands and knees. His hands automatically went down to cover his groin, making my smile stretch even further. 

“Kezzy, as much as I would love to further your sexual education, I’m afraid without a bit of sleep there is no way on God’s green earth I’ll be able to oblige.” He sounded so very tired.

I hoped my face looked suitably crestfallen, but sex wasn’t what was foremost in my mind, I was happy just to be there with him. As I drew level with his head I dropped down, stretching out in front of him, my hand reaching out to stroke the side of his face. His arms reached out, drawing me in, pulling me close, the feeling of being protected and cherished was instant and I revelled in it. My cheek lay against his chest while his heartbeat drummed steadily in my ear, as I inhaled deeply I was filled with the intoxicating scent of our sex. Neither of us spoke a word, but his body was relaxing against me, his breathing was that of a sleeping man, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest lulled me. Sleep was close for me also and as the shadows lengthened in the quiet room I gave in gratefully.

--

“Wake up sleepyhead.” The voice was cajoling but I buried myself deeper beneath the quilt that was covering me.

“Go away, I’m not home.” I begged.

“Not a chance sweetheart, move that butt.”

“Oh I can do that much for you I suppose.” I wriggled back a little further, feeling my ass come into contact with a solid warm wall.

“Is this what you meant Tom?” I whispered, moving my ass side to side against his crotch. His answering groan was music to my sleepy ears.

“Not exactly Kezzy. If you don’t stop that, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”

“This is sounding better and better.” 

His hand clamped down on my hip, stilling me but it was already too late, the swollen length of his cock was pressed against my ass. 

“Oh my!” I squeaked.

The hand on my hip began to trace the length of one thigh, and even although I was nestled in a cocoon of warmth I couldn’t help the shiver that wracked my body, nor the flood of wet heat between my legs. His warm lips began to plant kisses along the nape of my neck, moving lower, dragging the side of his unshaven face over my dampened skin. His curious fingers started to explore along the inside of one thigh causing me to part them involuntarily, my breath drawing in sharply as the insistent caresses reached higher.

“I need you Tom.” My tone sounded slightly desperate.

“Patience Kezzy, we’re not in a rush are we?”

I felt helpless as his hand hooked under my leg, pulling it up as he kissed his way back up my spine. Every movement painfully slow, testing me, the little sounds of my impatience having no effect on him whatsoever. The swollen tip of his cock nudged against my ass, but instead of plunging straight in his hips moved forward so that his entire length lay against the apex of my thighs; coating the shaft with my juices. Ignoring my beaded nipples that were screaming to be touched I let my hand slide down the flat plane of my stomach, fingers skimming over the stretched lips of my pussy, even this slight touch enough to make me moan softly. His breathing began to quicken against my spine as my hand moved further back, stroking along the length of him. I clenched his balls tightly in my small hand.

“Fuck me now or I’ll hurt you, don’t think I won’t, I’ve had enough of this!” My frustration was more than slightly apparent.

“Naughty little girl.” He reprimanded me softly as his teeth bit down on my shoulder, making me gasp with shock and more than a little excitement.

I tightened my grip a little and smiled to myself as he moved back. My fingers sought out their prize, the silky engorged head of his slippery wet cock. I was filled with want for him and it had me licking my lips in anticipation; my hand began guiding him gently. I was desperate to have that feeling of being completed but at the same time a little part of me wanted to drag out the build-up; sweet insanity.

“I want to feel you inside me now Tom, right now!”

His answer was a muffled groan against my back as he surged forward and up, the swollen tip gliding through my fingers, finding my juice-slicked entrance with unerring accuracy. 

“Is this how you want it Kezzy?” His voice was shaking as he slid deep inside me, his fingers tightening painfully on my raised leg.

I only managed a nod as he started to pull back out of me slowly, my inner muscles clenched wetly around his shaft, trying to hold him deep inside. With each powerful thrust he made into my body I could feel myself letting go; my high keening moans filled the room as he fucked my dripping hole. His teeth grazed my shoulder, nipping at me as I tried to plunge down on his cock but I was held still within his grip. It felt like I was being tortured, teetering on the edge of orgasm but not allowed over. I couldn’t ignore the throb of my clit any longer and let my hand stray between my legs once more, circling it slowly, crying out as I felt myself letting go. I yelped in complete surprise as he rolled onto his back, pulling me back with him; my orgasm denied.

“You heartless bastard Tom, how could you do that to me?” My fury was short lived as I found myself straddling his lap, facing away from him.

The hands gripping my hips were vice-like, raising me up slightly so I could feel the heat of his cock searing me from clit to ass-hole.

“Maybe you really didn’t want it like that at all Kezzy, maybe you wanted it like this.” His voice was dangerously low as he brought the dripping head of his cock against my tight little hole. My breath was held, stomach muscles clenched. I hadn’t forgotten how it had felt the last time he had buried himself deep inside my tight passage. I ached with the memory.

“Please just fuck me now Tom, let me cum.” My voice was pleading and all I needed at that moment was to feel him filling me, whichever way he wanted it.

My hands braced themselves on his hair-roughened thighs, fingernails digging as the tip pushed relentlessly, his hands pulling me down gently. Part of me just wanted to drop my weight right down but his hands were controlling every movement. I brought my knees in close, bowing my head down as the head of his cock was enclosed within me. 

“I don’t want to hurt you again Kezzy, we’ll take this slow.”

“Fuck being slow Tom, just do it!” I sounded completely wanton and that’s exactly how I felt.

His hands loosened their grip and I let myself drop down onto him, the searing pain enough to make me cry out but the delicious dark pleasure that was wrapped around it made me hungry for more. Leaning forwards I brought my hips up once more so that he would have a clear view of his cock stretching my tight little ass. 

“Like what you see Tom?” I laughed softly and let out a low moan as I let my ass plunge down swiftly.

His knees drew up slightly, heels digging into the mattress as I controlled the pace, feeling my ass being completely stretched around him. Rising up a little I let my hand seek out the slickly covered nub of my clit. This time I wouldn’t be denied. The first touch had me clenching all my muscles, making a prisoner of the cock buried deep inside my ass.

“Sweet Jesus!” His curses and groans filled my ears and I threw my head back, frigging my clit slowly; the wet sounds my fingers were creating, mingled with his moans. Relaxing slightly I let his hands push me up so that only the head was resting inside me, stilling for a long moment. My fingers tightened on his thigh once more as I felt myself being flung over the edge into my own orgasm, his hands bringing me down swiftly as his cock started to pump the balm of his white hot seed deep inside. My fingers were sliding against my slit as the juices pooled around them, dripping onto his balls. Any energy I had felt like it was being sucked from my body as he thrust one last time deep inside me and I fell forwards shivering in the aftermath. 

Using his knees and his hands he brought me back against him, lying full length against each other, unable to speak, breathing ragged. He rolled us both to our sides, his cock still buried inside me, growing softer with each moment that passed. I wanted the intimate contact to last forever but he eased gently out of me. Sighing with regret I flipped over, drawing his face to mine, capturing his lips. He held my face in his hands kissing me with such tenderness that I felt like crying.

“I love you Kezzy.”

I didn’t have to tell him that he held my heart in his hands; it was his to keep.

It would have been easy to doze the morning away but I could feel his cum sliding out of my ass, time for a shower, maybe, if I could gather enough energy to make it as far as the bathroom. Tom had already managed to make it off the bed and I could hear his cheerful whistles coming from the bathroom as he took his shower. How anyone could sound so perky in the morning was beyond me; I groaned and curled up on my side once more, pulling the quilt up around my shoulders as he made his way back into the bedroom. My eyes roamed appreciatively over his body as he dropped the towel he had tied around his waist. I watched silently as he began to pull clothes out of the drawers, wasting no time as he towelled himself off and dressed quickly.

“Time to move Kezzy, the morning is wasting away.” 

“I have every intention of getting up Tom, give me a chance will you.” I tried to sound convincing.

“Don’t believe you; now get that tight little ass of yours out of bed and into the shower.” His hand caught hold of one corner of the quilt, whipping it off me completely.

“I need more of an incentive, I’m not so sure I can drag my body as far as the bathroom, much as I want and need to.” The bed dipped slightly as he sat down beside me.

“Okay, tell you what, if you can drag yourself out of there, I’ll let you take me shopping for the morning. I wouldn’t mind seeing the inside of that little shop of horrors you visited yesterday.”

“Sure you want to do that Tom? I might get some more ideas.”

“Oh no Kezzy, if anyone’s going to be buying this morning it’s going to be me. We’ll save your experimenting for another day.”

My stomach muscles clenched slightly as an image of Jake popped into my head; sexy smiling Jake with the power to reduce me to a quivering mass of nerves; but that was yesterday; with Tom by my side I would surely feel more confident. I pushed myself up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, realising quickly that I would need some fresh clothes if we were to go shopping.

“Do something useful Tom, take my key and go next door and pick up some clothes for me while I’m in the shower, please.”

“Sure, no problem. Just hurry up will you.” He swatted my ass lightly as I moved around him.

I showered quickly, not lingering long enough to pamper myself; anticipation of what the morning might hold was spurring me on. The sound of the front door banging heralded his return with what I hoped was a suitable outfit for being seen in public. I towel-dried my hair roughly, brushing it back off my face with my fingertips, glancing at the mirror but deciding that I wasn’t quite ready to survey my reflection. It was still early and I definitely wasn’t feeling that brave.

As I made my way through to the bedroom I could see that Tom had made up the bed again and all my clothes were neatly laid out. Letting the towel drop to the floor the cold air wrapped itself around me, making my whole body shiver, goose bumps prickled along my arms and legs. As I picked out my underwear I realised quickly that Tom must have made a complete and thorough search of the drawer where my underwear was kept, the briefest of g-strings with matching push-up bra now dangled from one of my fingers. I grimaced slightly as I thought about how that very narrow strip of material would chafe against my aching skin and realised that he must have been thinking with his cock.

“Hurry up Kezzy, you’ve got five minutes to get your clothes on and get into the kitchen or I’m dragging you out just as you are right now.” He was trying his best to sound stern.

“Tom, as much as you might like the thought of parading me around the streets completely naked, I don’t think the public decency laws have been relaxed that much.” I said wryly as I pulled on my underwear and turned round to face him, letting the tips of my fingers slowly trace round my aching nipples, wetting my lips, my eyes holding his.

“Tease!”

“You love it! Now let me get dressed in peace Tom.”

I listened for his retreating footsteps and returned once more to the task of dressing. A few minutes later I was ready and presented myself in the kitchen, gulping down the coffee he had left on the table for me. I felt the caffeine buzz almost immediately; my good-morning kick. Only then did I sit down, wrapping my hands around the warm mug, watching him with guarded eyes over the rim of my cup.

“Are you really sure you want to go to that shop Tom, I’m not sure it’s really your kind of place at all.” But then, it had never been my kind of place before either.

“Well, you got to play yesterday. Let’s just say curiosity is getting the better of me this morning.”

I couldn’t stop my thoughts from racing off; the way he was talking I was getting the distinct impression that he was going to be like a child let loose in a sweetshop. Less than an hour later, my hand firmly enclosed in Tom’s warm grip I stood once again in front of Jake’s shop. The same tight corset was still displayed in the window, and if ever there was something that screamed to be bought, then this was it. I couldn’t take my eyes off the beautiful leather garment; Tom followed my gaze.

“It could have been made especially for you Kezzy.” He whispered.

“It’s beautiful.” My tone was wistful.

“It’s yours.”

Tom seemed totally nerve free and walked into the shop without a backward glance, unlike myself, who couldn’t resist having a quick look round to see if anyone I knew was nearby; some habits die harder than others. I let out a sigh of relief as the door clicked quietly shut behind me and I went to stand by Tom’s side, watching as he scanned the erotica filled horizon, smiling as he let out a low whistle.

“Grab a basket sweetheart, I think I’ve found shopping heaven.” He said, turning to look down at me; my stomach somersaulted.

Quickly he started loading the basket and any words I might have had disappeared as I watched item after item being passed in my direction. Handcuffs and a small whip with a leather covered handle were the first things to catch his eye, then special liquid chocolate, a paintbrush and several videos that had me blushing to the roots. When he stopped next to the carousel of dress-up outfits, I knew straight away that the tables were going to be turned on me. 




Paint Ch. 02



“Well, well, well Kezzy, any of these look familiar to you?” He was laughing softly as he lifted out a serving wench’s frock.

“Uh… well.” I was struggling to find words.

“Don’t worry hun; I don’t think you’re submissive enough to be a wench. Perhaps this though?” He held aloft a PVC nurses outfit.

I managed a squeak when I realised it was unlike any nurses uniform I had ever seen before and at a guess it would cause more medical problems than anything else. 

“I think I’m going to have a temperature later Nurse Kezzy and it looks like you have a new uniform.” He kissed the tip of my nose sweetly as he passed the outrageous outfit into my hands.

“I think that’s enough for now don’t you Tom?” I said with more than a touch of hope colouring my voice. 

“You are being a spoilsport! But I guess you’re right, we have enough here to keep us busy for a while.” He said, nipping my ass as he walked past me towards the counter.

I wondered where Jake was as we stood waiting by the counter, the area seemed very quiet, but he appeared as though reading my thoughts and his eyes seemed to light up as he caught sight of me, making me gulp nervously.

“You came back then Kezzy, was there something special you were after today?”

“Well… I’m not really the one shopping today.” Tom’s fingers tightened around my hand.

“You’re being treated then are you? Lucky girl.” 

“It seems that Kezzy has fallen in love with that little piece of leather you have in the front window.”

Jake’s eyes seemed to be mentally undressing me as they looked me over head to toe and I shivered under his gaze.

“I think it would look perfect on her and I think we might just have her size in stock.” His eyes held Tom’s for what seemed like the longest time.

“But… I didn’t tell you my size.” I blurted out.

“You didn’t have to.” He smiled widely at me before making his way to the door, locking it and turning the sign to ‘closed’.

“Why are you locking us in?” Tom asked; his expression puzzled, body tensing slightly.

“Well, intimate shopping like this is better done with a little privacy and a lot of personal attention.” He made it sound like it was the most normal thing in the world.

I could feel Tom relax beside me as he watched Jake move behind the counter and retrieve a set of keys, unlocking a rail behind him; sliding one of the beautiful corsets free. In no time at all he was standing in front of us, handing the outfit over to Tom. My shyness disappeared as my fingertips caressed the buttery soft material. 

“It surely doesn’t feel like any leather I’ve felt before, it’s so soft.” I whispered almost reverently.

“Its lambskin, loosely fashioned from an 1800’s design, accentuating a narrow waist, the boning is discreet and is laced up the back with matching ribbon.” 

He needn’t have bothered with the sales pitch; it was sold as soon as I had laid eyes on it.

“I think maybe you should try this on before I buy it Kezzy.”

“I… I think it should be fine, it looks about the right size.” I would rather have taken it home to try it on in the privacy of my own home, but it seemed that luck was definitely not on my side.

“There’s a fitting room round the corner there.” Jake was already pointing Tom in the right direction and I found myself being hauled along in his wake.

There was only one cubicle, screened with a long black curtain. I was pushed unceremoniously inside, narrowly missing the chair positioned in one corner. Tom moved in alongside me, pulling the curtain closed. He moved to hang the corset on a hook by the full-length mirror, turning to face me, hands already loosening my clothes.

“Um… Tom, I’ve been undressing myself for years now, I think I can manage this part by myself.” He shot me a really dejected look and waited for me to change my mind. I wasn’t about to.

“Okay Kezzy, I guess I can keep my hands off you for a few more minutes.”

“Well aren’t you the generous one!” I said, my fingers already dragging the hem of my little t-shirt up.

Luckily the shop itself was quite warm so when I finally undid the clasp of my bra, the air didn’t create havoc with my nipples. Tom’s hands went to my waist, turning me round to face the mirror before freeing the corset from the hanger. I looked at myself from top to toe, noting how my usually restrained hair curled around my shoulders. I could imagine Tom’s fingers tangled in among the silky strands, my cheeks were flushed from a mixture of excitement and nervousness. I watched Tom in the reflection of the mirror, his fingers stroking the soft leather. My mind was throwing me images of him caressing the outfit; the only difference being that I was encased within it. His eyes caught mine in the mirror, we just held each others gaze, it was as if no words were needed, he placed the corset on the chair and came round to stand directly behind me. His hands skimmed down my sides and upwards until the tips of his fingers were tracing along the underside of my breasts, higher still so that they were cupped in the palms of his hands; using his thumbs to rub across each hardening nipple. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder, thrusting my chest out slightly, his lips lowered to my shoulder, licking slowly back and forth over it, chafing me with his stubbly chin. I let out a low moan and raised my arms, spearing my fingers through his thick wavy hair, holding him where he was, but he began to let his mouth travel up the nape of my neck, plucking at the lobe of my ear with his teeth; his tongue wasn’t far behind, laving the delicate shell wetly over and over.

“I think it’s time to get dressed sweetheart.” His eyes caught mine in the mirror and he picked up the scrap of material from the chair; I kept my arms raised and let him fit it around me, his fingers beginning to make short work of the laces at the back. My breath was taken away as I watched my trim waist narrow even further as the lace was tightened underneath his fingers; my breasts were forced up, the dusky pink of my aureoles nearly showing over the top seam. I brought my arms down, laying my palms flat against the front panels; it was tight but not uncomfortably so. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, the corset seemed to transform me into a completely different person; shy Kezzy would never dream of trying on such a garment, but with Tom beside me, I wasn’t sure if there was anything I wouldn’t do.

“Are you two okay in there, need some help?” Jake’s voice came drifting through to us.

“I think we’re doing just fine, give us just a minute and you can offer an unbiased opinion.” Tom replied.

“Sure, I’ll be right here when you’re ready.” It was enough that Tom was in here with me but I wasn’t too sure that I wanted Jake to see me like this.

“What are you looking so worried for Kezzy? He’s probably seen so many half naked women in here he’s probably numb to it by now.” He said, shrugging his shoulders lightly. 

That might have been the case, but I was most definitely not numb and Jake would be able to spot that a mile away.

“There you go, all done.” Tom stood up straight behind me, his eyes taking in everything; his gaze was hot on me.

“What do you think then Tom?” The way he was pressing against my back, I wasn’t really under any illusion as to what effect it was having on him, but for the sake of my own ego I had to ask.

“Well, hell Kezzy, you look stunning… but…” He trailed off.

“What?” I asked.

“Well, I don’t think it looks right with you wearing jeans, if you took them off we could get a better picture.” 

“I don’t… I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I was starting to stutter.

His hands were already fiddling with the button-fly of my jeans; his fingers working their way down till all the buttons were undone, his hands followed quickly, sliding inside and easing my jeans over my hips. I looked at myself as he crouched down behind me, lifting my feet one at a time to pull them off, standing there in my tiny g-string and leather corset I felt like someone completely different. 

“God Kezzy, you have no idea how beautiful you look right now.” His voice was sounding slightly strained. His hands were splayed across my stomach and I couldn’t help but think of the bronze statue that was displayed in the nearby room, if he was buried inside me, the only difference would be flesh and blood and a few clothes. He turned pulling the curtain back quickly letting Jake get an eyeful of my skimpily dressed body. Shock had me crossing my arms across my breasts as I looked into the mirror. His eyes were trained on mine, his body completely still, mouth hanging slightly open. A devil inside me woke up and I dropped my arms to my sides and gave him a sly wink. 

“Well, what do you think, was it made for her or what?” He sounded like he was proudly showing off a new possession. I preened a little in response.

“Move out of the way so I can get a better look at her then.”

Tom moved to the side and drew me out of the cubicle so that I was standing in between them. Jake whistled his appreciation and gave Tom a smile.

“It certainly does something for you Kezzy; your boyfriend is a very lucky man.” His words were sincere.

“Well, if this little show is over I think I’ll go change back into my clothes.” I said quickly, making to head back into the changing room. Once again my eyes caught Jake’s in the mirror and I could see a naked hunger there, plain to see. Tom’s hand was on my shoulder, looking in the mirror, he would have been blind not to notice.

“I’ll leave you both to sort yourselves out, call if you need me.” He turned slowly and paused, as if waiting for one of us to say something.

Tom waited until we were alone, stroking the side of my face with the tip of his index finger.

“You like him don’t you Kezzy?” His tone was light.

“Well, I have to admit he is attractive, there’s something about him, but he’s not you.” I was being honest with him as I always had been.

“How much of the old Kezzy is left? Would you like to play a little? Will we ask him back?”

“Are you being serious? You know I’ve never done anything like that, maybe he won’t want to, hell maybe I don’t want to! I didn’t know you liked to share.” My brain was going into overdrive.

“Well, I’m all for new experiences sweetheart and its more than obvious he likes you, I’d much rather be here with you and share than think of the two of you on your own.”

I couldn’t believe he would think that I’d see Jake alone for sex or anything like that, but the thought of being with the two of them was irresistible. I gave up trying to think reasonably and gave in to what I really wanted.

“Call him back then; I think we need some help getting this corset off, you seem to have knotted the lace too tightly.” I gave him a little grin and felt the blood start to thunder through my veins.

“Excuse me? I think we need some help in here!” Tom called, before tugging hard on the laces, tightening them up. I was biting down on my bottom lip hard, trying to keep a serious face; seconds later Jake appeared and saw my hands tugging at the corset. I looked up at him anxiously.

“I think Tom’s laced this too tightly, we can’t undo it and I can’t slide it off, would you mind taking a look?” I turned my back to him, hands on hips waiting.

My breath drew in sharply as his hand ran the length of the lacing, straying a little lower before making its way back up. I could feel him fiddling with the knot, his sounds of frustration an indicator that Tom had done a good job.

“This is really tight Kezzy. Do you think you could raise your arms right up for me? That might give me a little more lace to work with.”

“Sure Jake.”

Dutifully I raised my arms up and caught Tom’s eye quickly in the mirror, his wink made me smile; Jake was unaware, his head was bent down at my back. I felt sure he would be able to smell the scent of my sex from his position, but if he could he was giving no clues.

“My arms are so tired with me standing like this.” I let them drop halfway, forcing the corset tight once more.

“Oh umm… hang on then, turn round. Do you think you could reach up and grab the curtain rail there? That should help.” Jake’s voice was all concern.

Tom was standing just outside the cubicle; we were face to face and I was unsure what to do next, he could see that in my face. He looked around, his eyes lighting up as he took in a display of handcuffs; walking swiftly over to them and removing two pairs. My jaw literally dropped as he began to close one wrist in a cuff, attaching the other half to the rail. As each locked closed Jake rose quickly behind me, just watching Tom as he did the same with my other wrist.

“Well, we don’t want her arms to drop. It would make getting that corset off even harder.” I bit down on my lip as Tom gave Jake a suitably apologetic look.

“True I guess, but this lace doesn’t look like it’s going to budge, maybe you should come back here and have one last try before I go get some scissors.”

I held my breath as both men swapped places, leaving me face to face with Jake. I wet my lips slowly, wiggling my hips a little; Tom’s hands plucked at the back of the corset, but to no avail, then they moved lower and his fingers hooked in the thin elastic band at the top of my g-string, pulling it down slowly. His tongue licked over the cleft of my ass and I drew in my breath with a hiss, but instead of delving further he just lifted my feet one at a time to free me of my underwear. If Jake had any questions he was keeping them to himself, but his eyes roamed over me, seeing how my breasts had begun to swell over the top seam and down to my pussy where I felt sure he would be able to see my juices glistening on the slightly swollen lips. His hands reached out to touch me; there was a slight hesitation but I nodded to him. Tom’s hands began to stroke back and forth along the inside of my thighs stopping short of my pussy but lingering on the narrow strip of skin where my hips joined my body. I tried to move my hips to get his fingers to move over the heart of me but he pushed my feet as far apart as the cubicle would allow. I felt like I was on a rack.

Jake’s fingers traced along the top swell of my breasts and he lowered his head, flicking the tip of his tongue across the pulse at the base of my throat, over and over. I let my head fall back but his hands cupped around the back of my neck, his thumbs stroking along my jaw line as his head moved lower. Tom was still teasing me, letting his fingers get close, but never close enough. They were taking their time, almost working with one mind; slowly. My shoulders were starting to feel tired from being in one position for so long so I tried to move side to side just enough to remind the muscles that I could move. This movement achieved nothing more than to push my breasts even further up under the corset; my nipples were almost half exposed and the thick seam chafed against them, they ached but I didn’t care.

Jake’s tongue was snaking along the top ridge, his hands still held me, Tom was teasing me with his slowness, his teeth grazed my buttocks while his fingers continually stroked the tops of my thighs. Sweet torture under their hands, dragging it out, I needed to be touched properly; taken. My hands pulled at the cuffs, the noise loud in the quiet shop, I was frustrated. 

“She’s an impatient little thing isn’t she?” Jake said softly to Tom.

“Patience is a virtue, and I’m not feeling particularly virtuous at the moment!” This made both of them laugh.

“Maybe she’s had enough of this Tom, I’ll just go get a knife and we’ll get her out of that corset before she passes out.”

Even after Jake had let go of me I could still feel the weight of his hands, the heat. I waited anxiously for him to return. Tom meanwhile was biting and licking at the globes of my ass; I circled my hips slightly against him, his fingers stilled for a moment and his teeth nipped painfully as his thumb pushed into my dripping hole. I let out a sigh of pure relief, relaxing as he began to slide his fingers along my slit, pushing the nub of my clit; circling the pads of his fingers around it. His thumb just rubbed inside me over and over, but his free hand gripped one of my hips, holding me still while he worked my pussy. 

Jake returned just as I could feel myself starting to cum; he moved to stand in front of me, allowing me to rest my head on his shoulder. The knife made short work of the knot and I could feel myself being set free from constriction as my screams started to punctuate the silence. Still Jake held me while Tom’s mouth began to explore. His breath was hot and tongue wet along the cleft of my ass, spearing in as his hands moved to spread them wide. His tongue was lapping against my puckered little hole; the small actions making my toes curl. I started to shake uncontrollably as I felt the first touches of his tongue pushing into me, dipping again and again.

Jake began to pull at the buckle of his belt, loosening it before undoing the button-fly; his boxers were pushed down along with his jeans, tossed aside. I wanted to speak, but I couldn’t, he was perfect. The shaft of his thick cock rose proudly, shiny with droplets of pre-cum, his ball sac lay heavily underneath, but more than that, he was completely shaved, smooth; I couldn’t take my eyes off him. 

Tom’s hand released me suddenly and he rose to stand close behind me, the material of his shirt brushing over the sensitive skin of my back, his fingers were un-knotting the laces, freeing me completely. My breasts jiggled as they fell loose, the nipples already puckered and aching, I watched as Jake’s head dropped down, his mouth enclosing one within its warm wet depths, suckling hard.

I let out a shaky breath just waiting for Tom to let me know what was going to happen next, but he said nothing. His hands were at my waist, holding me tightly, raising me up in front of Jake like a sacrificial offering; then I knew. Both of them were still silent, working together as if each one knew what the other was thinking. Jake’s hands ran the length of my thighs, gripping and parting them as he moved closer to me. I did the only thing I could and wrapped my legs around his waist, hooking my ankles at the small of his back, feeling the wide head of his cock pressed against my wet opening. I wanted to fall onto him, to be filled, stretched, but he didn’t move.

I dug my heels into his back, trying to urge him on, pleading him with my eyes but he just smiled and captured a nipple between his teeth lightly. I was held, poised between the two of them just waiting for what seemed like forever but as Jake’s teeth bit down hard Tom’s grip loosened and I was let down, impaling myself on his shaft, speared right to the centre of my being in one go. I cried out with pain and sheer pleasure. The teeth eased from my nipple and he began to lap at the sweat that was beginning to bead between my breasts. The sight of his dark head bent down at my pale breast was simply beautiful. Tom’s breath was hot in my ear as his hands helped to raise me up, forcing me down hard.

“Still want to play Kezzy sweetheart?” He whispered in my ear but screams were the only answer I could give.

Jake’s hands moved up to pinch my breasts tightly, watching my face as I was brutally impaled again and again on his slippery pole; staring at him through half closed eyes was too much, his eyes were too easy to read, they showed every emotion he was feeling. I closed my eyes shut tight and let myself be fucked. The steady ache in my shoulders easing briefly every time I was raised up, the need to feel his seed spurting deep inside me was starting to consume me and I urged him on with the muscles clamping around his shaft, my heels, but he was in no rush. 

“Hold her Jake.” I heard Tom say, but it seemed as if it was coming from somewhere distant, I was losing control. 




Paint Ch. 02



Tom’s hands released me and Jake gripped the cheeks of my ass, thrusting high up into me his grunts filled my ears, joined by my screams. I felt something cold and wet snake its way along the cleft of my ass, sliding over my tightest hole, it was wet, slick, hard, it wasn’t Tom’s cock, I knew that much. I tried to twist round to see Tom but Jakes fingers tightened painfully and I was forced to turn back. 

“Relax Kezzy.” Tom commanded me as I felt something nudge my little hole.

“What the hell…?”

“Shhh.” Was the only answer I got.

He brought what he had into my line of vision and I saw straight away that it was the whip he had put into the basket, the leather covered handle was now dripping and shiny, it was too big, much too wide for me. The panic must have been written all over my face and Jake’s thrusts slowed down.

“I don’t think she wants you to use that Tom.” Jakes voice said with quiet authority.

“Well she’s the one that wanted to play; I’m just making it a little more interesting for her.” His lips kissed the side of my mouth gently and I felt the handle once again between the cheeks of my ass. I let out a long scream as the top of the rounded whip started to ease its way inside me, but Jake’s mouth covered mine, swallowing my protests.

The pain was white hot, I was in agony, being stretched relentlessly, each time I was brought down onto Jake’s cock the handle of the whip was forced a little deeper inside me. There was no way I could take this much longer, my fingers reached up, curling around the curtain rail, pulling up slightly out of their grip but the dragging sensation as the handle slid a little way out of my ass was unbearable and I let go in shock. This forced the object back even deeper inside. My screams rang clear and Jake’s hand came up, covering my mouth, muffling me, his hips thrusting hard against me, the whip was pounding into me along with his cock and tears started to well up in my eyes. I was finding it hard to distinguish pain from pleasure, but it was there in the background.

Jake’s tongue lapped at my tears and my screams died down a little as I grew accustomed to the feel of being stretched so wide. I just wanted him to cum inside me, no matter how much pain was involved. Tom’s hand was flat on the small of my back, his thumb sweeping back and forth, I was crying out for them, my orgasm shocking me, wave after wave wracking my body. I was pushed forwards by Tom, my face buried in Jake’s neck, I bit down hard tasting the coppery saltiness that was his blood, his yelp of surprise and pain made me smile and his hands bruised me, throwing me down hard onto his shaft. The slippery handle was being twisted deep in my ass, and our wet fuck sounds filled the air, my juices dripped around the base of his cock. His hand left my mouth and came down between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it roughly, the look on his face was triumphant as I screamed long and hard. I wasn’t aware of pain anymore, just pure raw need.

Then at last Jakes cock jerked inside me, rock hard and spurting, the wet heat bathing my bruised flesh. I let my muscles grip around the base of his cock, tensing then released, again and again, trying to milk every last drop out of him. His hands were shaky as he held onto me, his whole body shivering. Tom let the handle slide out of my ass slowly as Jake moved back, letting my legs uncurl from around his waist. If it hadn’t been for the handcuffs holding me up I would have collapsed as soon as my feet had been laid on the floor. Instead, my body sagged forwards, my head bent down, breathing laboured. Both my holes were aching and nothing was said for long moments. Shock had a firm grip on all three of us.

As I looked down I could see splodges of our juices drop onto the floor from between my legs, the effect was so dirty, erotic, unreal. I couldn’t hold back the laugh that bubbled up.

“Well, I think the corset is a perfect fit for Kezzy, it certainly had the desired effect.” We all laughed together.

“You know, I stock a whole range of clothing that I don’t put out on the shelves, maybe we could persuade Kezzy to put on a little show for us. What do you think Tom?” At that moment I could feel every ache and pain come into sharp focus; my hands struggled to free themselves from the cuffs but I was held fast.

“Absolutely not, after this I’m trying everything on in the safety of my own room!” Tom’s hand stroked its way slowly down my spine as he brought his mouth close to my ear.

“Well Kezzy, after the reaction from wearing just the corset, I for one am curious to find out what might come from wearing different outfits, we have the whole day to play, if Jake is willing.” My head swung round and I stared at Jake, willing him to say that he didn’t have time, but his answering grin at Tom sealed my fate.