0 comments/ 141383 views/ 2 favorites Your Cock By: Richard Terry The window extruded sunlight across the floor; bit by bit it simmered his side of the bed. Soon, his eyelids glowed. But that’s not what aroused him. “What a way to wake up,” he said, amazed again at how grasping her mouth could be. It worked every time. She made his eyes cross and to make sense out of it he grabbed hold of her head. She managed to free herself, then urged him to roll over on top of the pillows she heaped in the center of the bed. Her hand found his penis and pulled it back between his thighs which took some effort. She took him in her mouth, not quite all of him, then pulled back to suck on the cap, working the rest of him through her slippery hand. She now had total control over him and to prove it just by exerting the right pressure by hand or mouth she could make him spasm on command. And if this weren’t enough, on his cheeks she planted the softest kisses you’d ever want to feel. “I never thought I’d be so into your ass, but. . . God, . .it’s rounder than some women I know.” He quivered amid the mix of sensations, somewhere between heaven and her mouth. “You like what I’m doing?” God, did she really need an answer? All he could do was moan, too lost in the ache to make sense. He was so ready to burst. “Just keep sucking me, baby,” he said, bobbing atop the pillows. “You just keep still,” she said adding, “I got something special for you.” He looked over his shoulder to see her hands settle on the rise of his buttocks, making him arch his back. “Yeah baby, get it up for me.” As he rose for her, she punched the pillows into the gaps. She returned to palming his cheeks. She spread them, closed them, and kept at it until she got him to roll in her hands. “You are so tight,” she said, “ let’s see if we can loosen you up a bit.” She opened his cheeks again, this time blowing in there. He crinkled in response. “You like me playing with your ass, don’t you?” He felt so exposed, but there was no way he could say no to this. “Yes, it feels good.” “Put your hands on top of mine.” His hands swept back. She slid her hands out from his. “Now spread ‘em.” He did. “C’mon, you can do better than that.” He parted his cheeks even more, the skin taut between them. “Yeah, you look so cute spreading yourself for me. I don’t think I’ve ever had a man do this.” He didn’t answer, he couldn’t answer, rather, he felt completely mortified, just hanging out there, but eager to know what she was going to do next. “Now you just stay like that,” she said. He didn’t stay like that for long, though, the tip of her tongue made him moan. Made him greedy. He hunched back towards her, she complied by rimming his opening. “If you love that you’re gonna love this,” she said as she reached in and lifted his cock to her mouth. The strain on him was unbearably exciting and he didn’t want it to end. He spread his legs wider, impossibly wider. Oh he was so easy. She went down on his cock leaving no doubt about her desire for him. In fact, she gagged a few times but it only coarsen her sucking. Then, wonder of wonders, she licked his hole again, it was too tempting not to. “God, it feels like a little cock.” Not wanting him to get too comfortable with what she was doing she stopped to raise him into her mouth again. The angle only increased the ache, and she was inflexible about it. As she bore down on him, she worked two fingers into his ass. Her intrusion ratcheted his craving. He began to wonder how much more he could take. Right. “How does this feel,” she asked, her fingers hinting at their potential. “Just don’t stop.” She probed deeper with each stroke, making him hump her fingers as she sluiced his cock. “Please give me another finger,” he begged. He felt humiliated and, at the same time, so hot from the action there was nothing else to do but take it. She pushed another finger inside as his cock slid again down her throat, both of them feeling lost to the fuck now. She began to taste him and knew he was just moments away from coming. Gripping his cock for support she pulled herself up and kneeled behind him. “You like getting fucked, don’t you?” “Yeah baby, fuck me.” “You like getting’ cock too, don’t you?” “Yes! Your cock.” “Your ass feels so hot and wet inside.” “Put another finger in me.” She would’ve too had she not thought of a better solution. “Clean them off, baby, and make sure they’re good and wet.” He sucked her fingers, tongued them, tasting his distinctive flavor. She eased her hand from his mouth and inspected them. “Did I do good, Miss?” “Well, let’s see,” she said with a laugh before coning them into his hole. “Oh, you like this,” she whispered in his ear, “your ass is so open.” It was true, his ass was open and getting more so as she stoked it furiously. This fuck was so nasty he didn’t know who he was anymore. His only focus was her hands. Yes, he had to admit, he loved getting fucked. She urged him up to kneeling position, pushed his cock back through his legs. He looked down to see the flushed streak of her hand on his brown meat and wanting a piece of the action, grabbed his cock and jerked it off with her. He felt her nipples on his back as she leaned closer, felt her wet pussy hump his thigh. “Fuck my cock, baby, take it. . .” He rode her fingers faster as she churned his asshole. “Yeah, fuck it, pussy boy.” His movements blurred as the come slugged out of him, three long streams this time, his grunts announcing each one. He felt like he could sit on a fire plug by now , the way she was rending his hole, then wondered if the whole neighborhood could hear her climax as she crooned in her sexual patois, her body thrashing and jerking against him. Finally, she slumped against him. He fell forward into the trails of come, both of them trembling. With a wet plop she pulled her hand free and gently massaged his asshole. Her heart beat against his back. His brain felt as if it were smeared on the inside of his skull. “We should get you a dildo,” she said, laughing. “A big one!” Your Cock Fetish It’s your fetish for cock, for all things cock, that has stuck with me for so long. I’m thinking how your mind operates when you become horny or aroused, whether you like a cock inside you, whether you like a cock resting on you. I’m wondering exactly how you like your cock? Maybe it’s the shape of cock, the size, the weight? Maybe it’s the smell of cock or the taste of cock or how cock feels inside your beautiful pussy or your wonderful ass. How it feels in your hand, in your mouth, how it feels and looks when it cums. What is it about cock you love soo much? Even talking about it, is making my own cock hard, and throughout this recording I intend to stoke myself and induce myself to an orgasm. Let me put the mic down towards my cock so you can hear...that’s me rubbing my cock with my left hand.... * * * * * Click Here to listen. (22 min/mp3) * * * * * Your Cock Makes Her Wet She can't stop thinking about you - about your hands, your mouth, and especially your cock... * * * * * Click Here to listen. (2 min/mp3) * * * * * Your Cock Works For Me Now My growth-spurt kicked in the summer I graduated from high-school. In three short months, my dick managed to grow from adolescent to truly MAN-SIZED proportions. One hot night in July, I found myself sitting in bed, just staring down at my very own seven-and-a-half-inch boner! With a mixture of pride and disbelief, I realized I could hardly wrap my fingers around it's rock-hard girth... My balls had grown by leaps and bounds too... they'd gotten heavier and hung lower... For the first time, I could feel their weight in my shorts when I went for my morning run. Yeah, needless to say, that was the summer my balls started delivering man-sized doses of testosterone as well... a run on the beach generally became an embarrassing affair, as I would invariably spot some 24-year-old girl walking in a bikini, and PROMPTLY pitch a tent! I also discovered that my newly up-scaled equipment came with wildly up-scaled rewards... I just couldn't FUCKING BELIEVE how good it felt to blow my load! The whole summer, I couldn't stop thinking about my next orgasm... I mean, I'd been jerking off since I was 'like 13 -but that summer- HOLY FUCK! It just seemed to HIT me! The REALITY of it.. unstoppable LUST...sheer PANGS of PULSING wanton greed for release! It was like I had this monster in my pants demanding -AND GETTING- my full attention! I remember going home from one such run and jerking off to the fresh memory of some black bikini-babe, and almost being in TEARS for how good it felt! I MEAN IT! I couldn't help it! One minute, I was imagining this gorgeous girl's lush black tits just bouncing out of her bikini...all slippery and shiny with her sweat... the next, I was on my bed cumming all over myself! It was sheer bliss to just cum and cum and CUM! Such a relief! (A temporary relief, though. Fifteen minutes later, I'd be horny and have to do it all over again!) It took a few years for my childish mind to grow into my manhood; In the meantime, my dick truly got the better of me. _____ I moved in with my sister and her room mate Kelly the summer after I graduated High School. I was going to be at the same college, so it made sense- at least until I could find an apartment of my own. I didn't have a girlfriend at the time, and didn't really want to be working all summer; I liked surfing and just bumming around on the beach... That's when I had the idea of signing up to be a sperm 'donor'. They actually pay you 150 bucks per ejaculation, and they have you sign a contract that says you will visit the sperm clinic at least 3 times a week. Their only rule is that participating men abstain from ejaculating for at least 24 hours prior to visiting. It seemed easy enough; I passed their entrance examination, as I was free of STDs, and could really cum when I wanted to. (Honestly, not that hard for a horny 18 year old guy to do, especially if you shut him into a room with lingerie posters on the walls, and shelves of porno mags and DVDs! I actually felt like I'd found my calling in life! I was making bank, considering my last job was as a 5.50 per hour dish washer at a cafe! My luck changed, though, when I made the mistake of bragging about how much I was making to my sister and Kelly. They were both in the nursing program, both single, and both extremely broke. I was helping with my share of the rent, but Kelly seemed a bit pissed-off at my apparent ease at getting through life by virtue of my dick! "Must be nice for you. All you ever HAVE to do is JACK-OFF!" she said. My sister, who obviously didn't want to be part of the conversation, ducked out, rolling her eyes. "Well... I mean, it's not easy all-the-time.." I explained with earnestness. "I have to hold out for a full 24 hours before going. If I ejaculate within a day, my sperm count will be down, and they'll know... they'll only pay me half as much..." "I see. So you'd be out a little of your 'fun-money'? Poor boy." I laughed & she sort of laughed along with me, but she never broke eye contact... boy was I in for it! The problem was that Kelly was voraciously sexual, and just never let the subject drop after that! "You know what it seems like to me?" she said, raising one eyebrow. "It seems like you're a nice little boy who's discovered he has a very NAUGHTY toy!" "Um... I.. well..." What could I say? I guess I kind of felt that way. I mean, I always got pretty good grades in school, and was an eagle-scout and did fundraisers for the church youth-group... it just seemed kind of unbelievable to me that my penis had grown four-inches in three months, and had completely taken over my life! (Incidentally, the way Kelly kept her pretty brown eyes directed into mine had set my heart to racing... and set my manhood on the rise!) "What do you think of? You know... when you're JERKING OFF?!" "Well... um... they have magazines and videos...." "Sure... but those just get you going, right?" Kelly was being rather insistent... I didn't know what she was getting at. All I knew was that I was springing a boner, standing in front of her in the living room. "I mean, what do you fantasize about? You think about your girlfriends? What?" "Well, I don't know... usually, I just get off looking at magazines and imagining that girls I know are..." I stopped, embarrassed. I had my hand deep in my pocket, adjusting myself. I looked down to see Kelly watching the progress of my bulge. "Go on! Girls you know?..." Her eyes never left my pants. "Well, you know. I think of girls I know... giving me... um... you know..." "What?" She asked, brightly. "What do girls you know give you? Blow-jobs?" "Um... yeah..." I stammered, feeling more embarrassed. "Blow Jobs." Kelly smiled and shrugged, seeming satisfied. "Sounds nice! Blow-jobs are good all-around fun!" She grinned and kind of chuckled, seeming very amused. She got up from the couch and kind of waltzed to the doorway. She put her hands on the door frame and kind of stretched her whole body... she was a classical dancer. I admired the way her back seemed to arch back so gracefully, how tall and proportioned she was... I hadn't really noticed before... she was latino and had beautiful coffee-colored skin. "Well, how about this... next time you're down at your beach doing a little girl-watching, think about this little fact: By the time most girls are 20, chances are that they've had at least one HARD DICK in their mouth! If you spot a girl who's, say, 28 or 29, I GUARANTEE she's sucked her some COCK! It's a sure thing that some guy she knows lost all control, and blew his fucking-load in her mouth. Just a little food for thought!" I just kind of gulped nervously, feeling my member starting to throb with the beat of my racing heart... "Oh, don't be shy, Steven! You shouldn't be shocked by any of this. Your deepest fantasies happen to be a FACT-OF-LIFE!" She turned to walk out. "Believe me, I know!" She grinned, and ducked into the hallway. ___ For some reason, what she'd said had never occurred to me... but once brought to my attention, I discovered it was IMPOSSIBLE not to imagine girls I saw sucking dick! It was like a drug! I went to the grocery store to buy a bottle of water. The blond check-out girl was kind of cute. Probably 19 or 20. I would have just checked her out and not given her a second thought, but the second I imagined her sucking on a big-fat-dick, I popped an instant boner! I filled up my car at the gas station, and spotted four girls in a VW van next to mine. They were all dressed in various warm-weather outfits.. low cut, high hems. They looked like college girls in their early 20s. They were obviously on some kind of summer road-trip across the country... sucking cock at every occasion, I imagined! I went to the beach to go surfing, but ended up just going home... There had been a beach-volleyball tournament going on, and I was just embarrassingly sprung -I watched these tan girls in tiny bikinis...tight legs.. oily tits bouncing... and I just had this vivid picture of each of these girls sucking on dicks... I realized I was getting so fucking horny I was probably going to blow my load... I had to get out of there! ___ That night, I passed Kelly in the hallway after I brushed my teeth. "Good night, Steven. BIG day at work tomorrow? Remember, no matter what, don't JACK OFF!" "Good night.. Kelly...?" What was her problem! Wasn't it bad enough that I had chronic blue-balls half the time since I started my new job? I settled in for the night like usual. I could hear Kelly playing music in her room on the other side of my wall... The music got softer, and switched to something kind of rhythmic.. drum beats throbbing, and a deep male voice... then I started to make out Kelly.. first a little whimper, then a moan... "Oh! OHHHH!... oh FUCK!.....oh, STEVEN-YES!... FUUUUUUUUCK!" She moaned again and I could her her gasping, and heard her bed springs creaking... I sat up in bed, aroused as FUCK, listening.. I could make out the intermittent buzzing of a vibrator! My dick was like a concrete post in my boxers. I gripped the head of the bed and forced myself NOT to touch! Willpower... willpower... willpower... _____ The next morning, my sister was out the door early, and I sat in the kitchen eating cereal. Kelly emerged from her bedroom wearing just her panties and a tight little pink shirt... her breasts were high and firm on her chest, he nipples poking through the fabric.. I could clearly make out darker circles around them... GOD she was hot! She smiled at me and went into the shower, not saying a word. I was still eating, and gazing in generally the same direction when she came out. Her dark hair was wet and her tall beautiful body was naked except for a towel wrapped around her middle. "Well, I have to go! See you later!" I mumbled, getting up. My appointment was in half an hour, and I was meeting some friends at the beach later. "Steven, can you come here for a second?" I heard her say from her room. "Ok, but I seriously have to go... I have my appointment and then..." Just as I reached out to open her door, she suddenly opened it from the inside. She was wearing a tight black bikini top and NO bottoms... she was completely shaved between her legs... I gulped, feeling my dick tightening upward in my shorts! "I put this top on for you." She said, her voice pleasant and matter-of-fact. She turned around and walked to her bed... I just stared at her bare hips as she walked... the perfect little dimples over her ass cheeks...the beautiful line of her back.. her PERFECT round tight ass... her long naked tan legs... She knelt on her bed, and leaned forward to pull the blinds closed... the room was shady with sharp horizontal lines of light cutting over her body. "Come here. I want to show you something" She said, looking back at me. She was on all fours on her bed... her ass was perked up in the air, her legs apart slightly... I had a perfect view of the parted lips of her pussy...I took a few steps in her direction and stammered. "Kelly, I..." God she was beautiful! She was 25 like my sister... I'd never seen anything so sexy...and so up-close! "Take off your pants." She didn't have to tell me twice! "You know what I think?" "W...what?" I gulped, standing helpless at the foot of her bed, my dick standing up in the air... it looked taller and harder than I ever remembered it being! "I think you have an ENORMOUS cock." I gulped again, not sure what to do next. "You know what else I think?" Kelly said, raising her eyebrow devilishly...her ass up in the air... the lips of her vagina parting..glistening and wet... "I think your ENORMOUS cock would like to be somewhere.... ...deep... ...and slippery... ...and.... TIGHT. Put your hands on my hips." I did as she said, and watched in childish awe as she smoothly backed up... I watched the head of my cock disappear...then my shaft.... felt her push back until I was entirely inside! I'd never actually fucked before that, and it just totally blew my mind how hot and slick and tight she felt... Then she moved forward, and I re-emerged...slippery and shining and wet... ...I instantly shot three giant streamers of cum up her back! "Oh, SHIT! Kelly, I forgot... I... I..." "Oh, I didn't forget...now, what were you about to say?" "Oh! OHHHH! FUUUUCK!!!" And my balls blew the very last drop of my paycheck! I wasn't able to cum at all at my appointment that afternoon... _____ "Poor boy. I can't help feeling like it's all my fault!" she said later that night, mockingly. I slammed my door in frustration. I was fucking horny as hell again, and wanted her. My dick wouldn't stop throbbing, and it was sheer torture to hear her working her vibrator again that night! I was good, though. I was determined to hold out for my paycheck for the next afternoon... She was sitting on the couch when I emerged from my room in the morning... my sister had already gone, and Kelly was studying for a test. Kelly was not wearing a shirt. She was not wearing a bra either. I ate breakfast as quickly as I could, trying to avoid her eyes, and grins she kept beaming my way. "When you're done over there, come here for a second." she said, brightly. I tried my best to ignore her, but eventually just ended up staring at her tits... "You know, I've been reading about the male reproductive system. It says right here that frequent ejaculation... FREQUENT ejaculation... is key to good prostate health. It also says that withholding ejaculation after physical arousal can lead to uncomfortable congestion...." "Ahem.. c...congestion?" I stammered, trying to sound intelligent. "You may have heard it referred to as 'blue-balls?' Whatever the name, it is... uncomfortable for a man. Are you... congested, Steven?" "I... um..." I couldn't look away from her gorgeous tits... I had the worst blue-balls of my life, and my boner was raging in full-form! "Jesus, Steven... I can see your hard-on from here! You know, from the size of your testes... and yes, I noticed their SIZE yesterday... I would guess they are actually producing an EXCESSIVE sperm-count for you these days... you're what... eighteen?" "Um... yeah.. I'm eighteen... I um..." "Yeah...." Kelly closed her book, and casually slid off the couch. She gracefully strolled over to my side of the table, letting her fingers trace a line across my shoulders. "In your sexual prime...the other thing your testes are doing for you is producing male sex-hormone. In your case, again, I'm guessing they're producing a LOT for you! Do you notice any PROFOUND sexual URGES these days, Steven? I gulped... I had a quivering-shivering nervous sensation in my chest, spreading down my arms... my legs shivered... I felt my dick uncontrollably tighten even more... I could sense it was dripping slightly at its tip... Kelly was standing at my side, her tits at eye-level.. she looked down at me with her dark eyes, and smiled! "I can't even imagine what it must be like to be a MAN with such HUGE gonads, Steven ...making so MUCH sperm, and filling his brain with SO MUCH testosterone that all he can think about is sex!" Kelly knelt down by the table, turning my knees toward her... in one move, she slipped my shorts down around my ankles. She wasted no time! Her pink pointed tongue licked around my tight blue balls... I watched as seven inches of me disappeared into her deep, hot mouth! It was true.. what she said... my overzealous gonads had been working overtime, and my cock had stood at attention for every chance to deliver! ...the sudden and SHOCKING orgasm I had in Kelly's mouth was simply my reward for letting nature take its course! I spent the next five minutes panting and wiping away tears of joy... I was dizzy and weak in the knees... It was becoming painfully obvious that I had to avoid Kelly if I wanted to make rent that month! _____ The next morning I was dressed before she came out of her room. "I looked at your schedule" she said, emerging clothed in her nursing gown. "You are working tomorrow, I see." "Um... yes. Kelly, look.. I really like you and all..." "So... you know what THAT means... the fact that you're supposed to be working tomorrow..." She swayed to one side, her sexy hips showing over her cute scrubs. "Kelly, I haven't been able to WORK all week! Please.. just this once, leave me alone... just tonight! Please!" She just raised her eyebrows again, and smiled brightly on her way out the door. "We'll see!" _____ That evening, I went directly to my room and closed the door. I was pouting. I was SO FUCKING HORNY and she KNEW it! I mean SHIT! She had been lounging around the house in her bra and short skirt just waiting for me to get home! I wanted to get out of there, but where could I go? What would I do? "Steven..." she said, knocking on my door "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to tease you. I know this job means a LOT to you... Steven?" "Kelly, it's ok. I'm just going to go to sleep, ok? Good night." "Steven. Listen. I just want you to do one thing, and then I PROMISE I'll leave you alone, ok?" "Ok. Whatever. As long as it doesn't involve..." "Steven, I want you to fuck me up my skirt on your sister's bed. Just once..." ...And so that's what I did! It was like she finally broke my will to resist! Many an afternoon passed with Kelly tossing and turning on the end of my cock! I mean SERIOUSLY, DAMNIT! By the end of the month, I blasted probably two-thousand bucks of my cum up her fucking CUNT! Her tight-hot-slippery-insatiable cunt... She was a fucking whore. My whore! One time, my sister came home, and Kelly was straddling me on the couch in the living room... just buck-naked, bouncing on my cock... I had hold of her ass and was just just rocking with her, licking her tits... my boxers still tangled around my ankles... My sister just shielded her eyes and rushed through to the hallway! "OH FUUUUCK!!!" Kelly had started orgasming again... she was obviously enjoying her control over me. I just closed my eyes and felt my fucking-monster start pumping more of my income up into the prison between her legs...DAMN IT!!! ___ The week rent was due, I settled in. Tried to clear my mind. I would force celibacy on myself NO-MATTER-WHAT. I was so determined, I bought ear-plugs for the nights, and rushed out without breakfast in the mornings. It seemed to work! Once... twice.. three times it worked... my thoughts of her at the clinic actually worked to my advantage for once! I went to sleep in a haze the fourth night, knowing I would make rent and bills if I held on for just one-more-night... 1:30 AM. The city was asleep. The bed spread softly lifted away... 1:32 AM. A fire engine sounded somewhere off across the city. The sound of a kitten lapping milk began in my darkened room... 1:45 AM. A dog barked in the yard across the alley. The licking-kitty sound had persisted... had grown... something else had also GROWN! The soft lapping gradually became an unmistakable lip-smacking sound... SLURP SLURP SLURP.... sLUUUUUURP!!!!! I sat up in bed gasping! I reached instinctively for my goods... instead, my hands found Kelly's pigtails! Her head was bouncing and bobbing in my lap, my dick already deeply suckled by her swirling tongue... It was already too late! She'd coaxed me to a full erection in my sleep, and sucked me STUPID before I could even say a THING! "Kelly! NOOOOOO!!...." I struggled to sit up, feeling the old familiar pangs of passing the 'point of no-return'. My body began to deliver... all at once, OVER and OVER and OVER... her hands cradled my nuts, her tongue slipping around and around in the dark... When I finally switched on my lamp, Kelly's lips were still wrapped around just the head of my penis. She sat up, her lips slipped off with a little smack... she just smiled sweetly, her lips closed, and she swallowed... Your Cock Works For Me Now "Oh, I'm sorry Steven. Is something the matter?" I watched her stand and slink over to my open doorway. She stood in her underwear, looking like an angel... a naughty blow-job queen of an angel! "You know, Steven, I can do this to you any time I want. You won't be able to stop me. You won't even want to!" I sat up... dumbfounded... embarrassed... furious... my penis was already re-composing itself into seven-and-one half inches of uncontrollable manhood.... FUCK! I was horny AGAIN! She just smiled, stretching her feline form against my door frame, yawning. "Oh, and don't worry about rent: I paid yours this morning. You OWE ME, though. You'll have to pay me back the day after tomorrow. From now on, YOUR COCK WORKS FOR ME! I deserve a little FUN-MONEY, don't you think?" She closed my door with a little click. _____ I Jerked off in the dark. I came so hard that I passed out. Your CockSucker: Stairway To Heaven Author's Note: This is a 100% true story and this juicy send off does take place every time Rex has to go away on a trip. * Tabitha sat on the bottom step of the staircase, legs spread wide, her black nightshirt hiked up around her waist, pussylips glistening with the juices of their earlier tryst in bed. Rex stood in front of her, his legs squarely planted, his hands gripping the oak twin banisters of the staircase of the front hall. His cock and balls protruded, pink, out of the opened zipper of his black dress pants. She eyed the shiny, bulging cockhead that stared her in the face. She'd have to be careful not to spill a drop of his white sperm on his pants. But, she was unlikely to miss any sperm. She rarely did, except when she coaxed his cock to squirt hot come on her cheeks and chin! She licked her lips with anticipation, salivating at the thought of what was about to happen. It didn't matter that he had coated her tonsils with his thick, creamy sperm just an hour earlier. They both loved this ritual of love and lust and always set aside the last few minutes before he had to drive away. She loved the scent of him, burying her nose deep into his balls. She inhaled deeply, breathing in his musky aroma, now slightly perfumed with the soap he used during his earlier shower. She preferred the raw scent of him. Tabitha opened her mouth and Rex fed his ever-stiffening cock between her lips. She hungrily swallowed his prick, her blue eyes grinning up at him. He emitted a loud groan and his cock began to twitch with a life of its own. She swiftly took his cock beyond the back of her throat and held him there, savouring the feel of him. Her nose was pressed hard against his stomach and she grabbed his ass to push his cock even deeper into the tight confines of her throat. She swallowed, her throat constricting his cock like a snake with its weekly meal. They had often laughed that it was a good thing that his cock was firmly attached to his body, otherwise she would have swallowed him whole, long ago. The house was quiet, except for the sounds of the dog playing at Tabitha's feet. He was very interested in what was going on and had to be shooed away more than once. Rex grabbed the back of her head and urged her mouth to swallow his cock again. She obliged, taking him deep into her throat while swallowing again around his cock. He yelped in amazement, loving the feeling of his cock being squeezed while being kept so deep in her throat. She slid her mouth up and down his cock, keeping her lips tightly wrapped around him, throat open, so he was being deepthroated over and over again. She could feel his cumm beginning to rise, his sperm boiling in his loins. She cupped his balls with one hand as the other grabbed his ass cheek and held him close against her mouth. She looked up at and saw the look of exquisite pain stamped on his face. His eyes squeezed shut and his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He was groaning almost continuously, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. She knew he was close - very close. Since he did have to get out the door and catch a flight, she thought she'd put him out of sweet misery sooner, rather than later. She slipped her hand from underneath his sac and joined the other hand grabbing his ass. Now with both hands pulling his cock deeper into her mouth, she dove for gold, taking him deep in one fell gulp. She began to swallow around his cock, hearing him scream out above her. She felt the cum boiling up into his loins, gush up his throbbing cock and explode deep into her throat. She kept him there, holding tight, while swallowing again and again. Finally, out of breath, she released his quickly softening cock, panting and gasping for air. He looked down at her, his face flushed and sweaty, as she gently lifted his cock and inspected it. Her tongue searched out the last drops of errant semen, making sure to keep his pants clean. "Jesus," he panted, awkwardly stuffing his glistening staff and balls back into his pants. "Where you found that load, I'll never know! You are fucking amazing!" He bent over, inspecting his trousers for DNA, but found none. She grinned, daintily dabbing the corners of her lips with a fingertip. "It is going to be a few days 'til we see each other again you know. I had to make sure the tank was good and empty! At least, for today!" He grinned, "I save it all for you, sweetheart. Only you!" "I'll be here, waiting," she purred, licking her lips. Your Collar Hi, love- I just wanted to give you the update: I've chosen your collar. I know you've been anxious about it all. It's understandable. I want you to know I've made the proper decision. I highly doubt you're going to like it at first but in time you will be overjoyed. Once you read through this I want you to go away and think about it all. You're the one who asked me to publish this letter. It isn't my choice but I respect your rationale. So think carefully about everything and come back when you are ready. I have chosen your collar. Your collar is my belt. As you know, I've had relationships with submissive women before. Some are very brazen in their needs, others, like you, are not. But each woman has had a different collar because I strongly believe that the collar has to fit the need. Get it right and you have a friend for life, trust me. The only way to do this is to take a bit of time and learn about the submission and all the fantasies and fears that circulate around it. That way, when a woman asks to have her collar put on, it's not just something particular to that relationship but to her herself. It's your collar, not mine. It might help you get over your guilt to think of it as a uniform. I wear a suit and tie to work every day although I don't need to. I choose to because it allows me all kinds of advantages over those who don't. When you first saw me I was wearing a suit. When you first approached me, I was wearing a suit. And the first time I bent you over my desk and fucked you until you screamed, I was wearing a suit. So the connection is apt. You also know in what disregard I hold most of the 'adult entertainment' industry. Frankly, it's just so desperately tacky. Fake leather and metal studs and silly zips and crotchless things. It makes me wince. A necktie is often the only thing you need, provided you know what you're doing. I wouldn't waste your time or mine asking you to put on any of that silliness. But here's the rub. All subs must wear a collar from time to time. It's inviolable. Otherwise, you're just playing. And playing is fine, there's no reason why all kinds of people shouldn't explore these ideas. But they're not really subs. Real subs know who they are. They are women who, from time to time, need to submit. And I firmly believe each sub needs to understand who she is and accept it. This means wearing a collar when I decide. As we've talked about, one of my former girls did wear a dog collar on occasion. It's wrong for you but it fit her needs. Another wore a pearl-drop necklace. A third a ribbon. Because you are at last starting to explore these things, it's time to tell you a secret about this life: The more delicate the collar the more complete the submission. For the ribbon girl, her collar feels like a leaden chain. And she loves it. But It took us a long time to get there. So let's look at you. You are elegant. You are nearly at the top of the game, professionally. You are enchanting, and charming and able to hold your own in polite society or in a bar. It would never even occur to most of your friends and family that you are this dark and complex. And this is all to the good, to your credit. But you have particularly dark fantasies we need to discuss. We will see how many women out there share them. I know this may feel embarrassing for you but you need to go through it. Later, when you wear your collar for the first time, you will do so alone. You will put it on and tighten it around your neck and masturbate while you admit all your fantasies to yourself. The ones about rape. The ones about your friend. The one about...all of them. For the purposes of this letter, I will mention only the legal ones. If anyone wants to learn more, she can ask. First, you will think about your desire to have your husband discover you. Alone, quivering, naked on a bed, soaked in sweat, heart pounding. Recovering from being taken by fifteen men, one after the other. The guilt, the utter shame as he walks in on you. You let them violate you, use you, take you however they liked. And you urged them on. This is what you want. To go from the extremes of physical pleasure to utter, utter shame. Let him look at you in shock as you shake with the memory of man after man coming in you, on you, over you. Your mouth and pussy and bottom all sore. Bruised and battered and in such a delicate state that you could come with the touch of a fingertip. The shame excites you. And yet you are so frightened of it. You yearn for shame. And then there is your friend. Don't worry, she won't know it's you. But when you wear your collar you need to let this fantasy come out. Just the way you told me. You have a best friend. She's lovely. A wonderful woman. You've been through so much together. She's always been there when you needed her. And when I finally won your confidence you told me you make yourself come imagining watching her being raped. You want to see your beautiful friend get used. You don't want to fuck her, that would be far too emotionally complex and would likely end your friendship as it is. Instead you fantasise about her. You want to be able to watch her being treated roughly. This arouses you like few other things. I think it's time to admit that watching your best friend being raped is the fantasy that turns you on more than anything else in this world. It's a shame you'll never tell her. You'll never know what she secretly thinks about you. I won't go into the darker and deeper thoughts here. Those are for another time. For now you need to imagine your need to be taken, from time to time, without explanation or discussion. To have a hand close around your throat while you're being opened and fucked. When you need to go into these dark places, I will take you there. But when you do, I will strip you myself. And then I will take off my tie, remove my belt and take off my suit. The belt I will lay on the pillow beside you. You will be frightened. You will be obedient. And I will slip it around your neck. And the warm leather and the scent of my body will reassure but not calm you. And I will tighten it as you open your legs. Gently, of course, as I decide. And I will arouse you and excite you and bring you to the point where you confess every dark and black thought that you know you shouldn't. And as you confess and as your body reacts, the belt will slowly tighten. Enclosing your throat as you whisper your sins. Drenched, quaking, coming as your secret world engulfs you. And when you are done, I will loosen the belt and let you breathe free. And hold you. And comfort you. And smile in the darkness as you come to grips with everything you've admitted. I have chosen your collar. Your collar is my belt. Your Command is My Wish "So you think you want to submit to me?" Cale asked. I gripped the phone tightly. Could I be what he wanted? Did I dare to try? "Answer me," Cale said. I swallowed hard and softly replied, "Yes." "I didn't hear you. Do you want to submit to me?" "Yes." I was louder this time, given more confidence by having been able to answer once. "Then we'll find out if you can truly submit. Tomorrow night, we'll go out. You will wear the shortest skirt you have and a shirt of your choice. You will wear nothing under the skirt, no panties, no hose, nothing. And you'll wear the highest heels you own. I'll be there at seven to pick you up. Be ready when I get there." He hung up the phone. What had I gotten myself into? I'd known Cale for several months now; we'd met through mutual friends from an online chat room. He was one of the few people from that room who lived near me, so we'd gone out a few times, just movies or dinner, though we'd ended up in bed once or twice. I'd noticed from the start that he was protective of me, and a little bossy sometimes, to the point of ordering for me in restaurants and of giving me directions in bed. It hadn't bothered me, though. I'd discovered quickly that I liked it. Which had brought us to tonight's conversation. He'd told me a couple weeks earlier that he was a Dom, that he didn't have a sub at the moment because he and his last had parted ways before he and I had met. That had started me thinking. I'd read about the BDSM lifestyle and something in it called to me. The way I'd responded, mind and body, to Cale's protectiveness and to his directions had indicated to me that I wanted to be submissive. I'd thought about asking Cale if he would be willing to have me as his sub, but somehow I didn't think I was supposed to ask. And now he had brought it up. Of course he'd recognized that I liked being submissive to him. As soon as I set down the phone, I went into my room to choose my outfit for the following night. The shortest skirt I owned was one that I'd never worn; I hadn't tried it on before buying it, and when I'd put it on at home, I'd discovered that it was so short my ass was almost visible. Surely Cale wouldn't want me wearing that, especially with nothing under it. I pushed it aside, then reconsidered. If I wanted Cale to take me as a sub, I had to do exactly as he wanted. Which meant wearing the too-short skirt. With it, I chose to wear a loose-fitting blouse that I hoped would make me look a little less slutty. As though that would be possible with that skirt. * * * The next afternoon, I took a long bath and cleaned myself well. I didn't know what Cale had planned, but we'd talked about anal sex, among other things, and I wanted to be clean for him. I was dressed and ready to go by six thirty. Which was fortunate, because Cale was early. When my doorbell rang, I quickly glanced at myself in the mirror and hurried to answer the door. He leaned against the wall beside the door and didn't speak for a moment. Finally he said, "Are you going to invite me in?" "Of course." Flustered, I stepped aside. "Please come in." "Thank you." He entered the apartment, and I closed the door. "Nice place," Cale said. "It looks just like I thought it would." He ran his gaze from my head to my feet, making my face grow warm. "Good girl. You followed my directions almost perfectly." My heart sank. "Only almost?" "You aren't wearing heels." I looked down at the black flats I'd chosen. "I don't own any heels. I'm sorry." "You should have said so when I told you to wear them. I could have gotten a pair for you. Bend over?" "What?" "If you're serious about submitting, you'll do as I ask without questioning it. Bend over the arm of your couch. Now." I did as he said. Of course, as soon as I bent over, my ass was almost completely revealed. Cale smacked it hard, and I jumped. "When I give you an instruction, if you aren't able to follow it, tell me," he said. "I brought you something. Stand up so I can give it to you." I stood, my ass tingling from the slap. Cale reached into his pocket and pulled out a tapered piece of rubber wrapped in plastic. "What's that?" I asked. "You're so innocent about some things. I like that. It's a butt plug. This is the only thing you're allowed to wear under that tiny skirt of yours tonight." He handed it to me. "Put it in." I examined it. How could it fit? And how did it go in? "I don't know if I can," I said. "If you don't want to do what I ask, I'll leave." Cale went to the door. "You made an agreement with me." He didn't sound angry, but I was afraid he was. Tears came to my eyes. "I do want to," I said. "But I don't know how to put this in, and I don't know if it would even go in." "Then you should ask for help." I was torn between asking for help and refusing to try the plug. But if I refused, I knew without being told that I wouldn't hear from Cale again. "Would you please help me with the plug?" He took it back from me. "Gladly. Do you have any lube?" "No. I've never needed it." "Not even for when you play with your toys? Good thing I'm prepared." He took a tiny bottle of lube out of his pocket and unwrapped the plug. "Bend over again. If it hurts badly, tell me. Expect it to be uncomfortable." I didn't like the sound of that, but I did what he said. He squirted some lube on my ass and pushed the tip of the plug against it. I tensed. "Relax," Cale said. "It will hurt more if you're tensed up." I tried to relax, but I was nervous. What would it feel like to have something in my ass? I was both aroused and frightened by the idea. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, which allowed me to relax enough that Cale was able to slide a bit of the plug into my ass. I tensed again. "It's okay," Cale said softly. "Just relax. I won't hurt you. I want you to wear the plug tonight, but if you don't want to once it's in, you can say so. Let me put it in, though, so you know what it feels like. If it hurts, tell me." I believed him. He had no intention of hurting me, and knowing that made it easier for me to relax. I kept my eyes closed and continued the deep breathing as I felt the length of the plug penetrate my ass. Finally Cale said, "It's in. Stand up." I did. The plug felt strange, but not altogether uncomfortable. I took a couple of tentative steps. "All right?" Cale asked. "Yes," I replied. "Does it hurt?" "No. It feels weird, but it doesn't hurt." "Do you think you can keep it in tonight, or would you rather take it out?" I wasn't sure I wanted to walk around all night with a butt plug, but I had the feeling that was what Cale wanted me to do. "What do you want me to do?" I asked. He smiled. "Good answer. I want you to keep it in. Again, if it becomes painful, tell me. Otherwise, it stays in until I remove it." He took my chin in his hand and looked me in the eye. "Listen carefully. Once we leave this house, you're mine for the night. You will follow my instructions without question. If you need or want something, you may say so, but you will address me respectfully. For tonight, you can use my name. If you think you'll have any problems with what I require, tell me now and we'll call it off." I wasn't sure I'd be able to obey him completely, but I knew I wanted to try. "May I ask a question?" "Yes." "What if I don't know how to do something you ask? Or if I'm too scared?" "Scared should have nothing to do with it. I won't ask you to do anything that could hurt you, and this is about pushing your comfort zone. If you don't want your boundaries to be pushed, we shouldn't do this. Is there anything you can think of right now that you absolutely would not do? You are allowed limits." I thought, but my mind was blank. "I can't think of anything." "All right. If I ask you to do something and it bothers you to the point that you truly can't handle it, just say 'red' and we'll stop. If you don't know how to do something, ask. Any other questions?" What was I getting myself into? That was the only question I had, but I didn't ask. "No." "Then let's go." I put on my jacket and we went to Cale's car. He opened the door and held it for me to get in. I shifted in the seat, trying to get comfortable with the plug in my ass, but apparently I was going to be completely aware of it no matter what I did. Cale got into the driver's seat and we headed downtown, where he parked in front of a bar I'd been to several times before. "People know me here," I protested. Cale slapped my thigh hard enough to sting. "No questioning. If you know people here, then your boundaries will definitely be pushed, won't they? Wait for me before you get out of the car." He shut off the engine and got out of the car. I stayed put until he opened the door and took my hand to help me out of the car. When I got up, I instinctively clenched my butt cheeks to keep the plug in place. A wall of noise hit us when Cale opened the bar door. The place was packed. I hesitated, but Cale pushed me in. "You have nothing to worry about," he said. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you." That reassured me somewhat, but not much. Scanning the crowd, I recognized some faces, including two men I'd fucked. Please don't let them see me, I thought. The last thing I needed was for them to speak to me while I was with Cale. But naturally, one of the guys came over to me. "Hello," he said. "Haven't seen you in a while." "I've been busy." I tried to go past him, but Cale grabbed my arm. "Don't be rude," he said. "Introduce me to your friend." I had to do what I was told, I reminded myself. Even if I didn't want to. "Cale, this is Murray. Murray, Cale." The men shook hands. "So you're her new choice," Murray said. "I believe I'll be her last choice," Cale replied. "I take it you've dated her?" "If you can call it a date." Murray leered. "From here, we only went one place." "Ah. So you fucked her." Murray looked surprised. "Yeah, I fucked her. She was pretty good, too." "Good to know." Cale turned to me. "Did you enjoy sex with him?" I looked at the floor. "Yes," I admitted. "As much as you enjoy it with me?" "No." "Are you being honest with me?" "Yes." "Good. Who are you with tonight?" "You, Cale," I said. "Who do you want to be with?" "You." "Only me?" "Yes." Murray rolled his eyes. "Okay, thanks for sharing. I have to get going." "Wait," Cale said. Something in his voice made Murray stop. Without another word, Cale turned me around and raised my skirt. Only an inch or two, but that was enough to reveal my ass. And the butt plug. My face flushed and tears came to my eyes; how could Cale humiliate me like this? But under the humiliation was another emotion, evidenced by the wetness that came to my cunt. "Damn, I never realized you were that kinky," Murray said. "So is this to open your ass for anyone?" "No," Cale said. "It's to open her ass for me. It was nice meeting you. Have a good night." He smoothed my skirt back into place and led me past Murray. Once we were away from Murray, I let the tears fall. "Why did you do that?" I asked. Cale gently brushed the tears off my face. "To show him that you're more than a good fuck. And to show him that you're mine. Did it bother you?" "Yes." "Did it arouse you?" In a smaller voice, I admitted, "Yes." "Good. Come sit down." With his arm around my waist, he guided me to a pair of stools at the end of the bar. Awkwardly, trying not to reveal too much of what the skirt didn't really hide, I settled onto one of them. The male bartender gave me a look that sent shivers through my pussy. "He likes your outfit," Cale commented. "I'm not wearing it for him," I replied. "Good girl. But he can look; I don't mind that. Your mine to touch and to fuck, but others can look." I shifted on the stool, trying to arrange my legs and skirt so that my pussy wasn't visible to anyone. Cale laughed at my attempts. "It's all right. Don't hide yourself." "I don't want everyone to see. There's a reason they're called private parts." "I do want people to see. I want people to see how sexy you are and how well you do what you're told. I could tell you to deliberately expose yourself, but I won't do that this time. I will tell you, though, to stop trying to hide." I had to do what he said, I reminded myself. "All right." I tried to relax on the bar stool, but wasn't helped by the attention I attracted. Cale sat on the stool beside me and held my hand as he ordered our drinks. He didn't ask me what I wanted, but he ordered exactly the right thing. As the night went on, I became a little more comfortable. I could at least sit on the bar stool without being afraid of who might see me, though I was completely aware of the plug in my ass and had to shift myself a few times to keep it from becoming unbearable. After a couple hours of it, Cale paid for the drinks and stood. "Come with me." "Where?" I asked, then immediately said, "I'm sorry." "Stand up." I did. Cale took my hand and pulled me to the men's room at the back of the bar. Two men were inside; both left when we came in. One clapped Cale on the back as he walked out and said, "Enjoy yourself." Enjoyment wasn't exactly what Cale had in mind. He lifted my skirt and smacked me hard on the ass three times. I moaned, both in pain and in pleasure. "Do you know why I hit you three times?" he asked. "No." "Once for not following my direction to come with me, once for questioning what I told you, and once because you're mine and I can. Hold onto the sink." I opened my mouth to ask why, but caught myself and did as he said. To grasp the sides of the sink, I had to bend over, which apparently was what Cale wanted. He eased the butt plug out of my ass, making me gasp. "Did you like the way that felt?" he asked. "Yes." "Do you think you're ready to feel something else in your ass?" He couldn't mean... "I don't know." "I'm going to fuck your ass. Right here and now. If you tell me to stop, I won't listen. Do you remember what to say if you really need me to stop?" "Yes." "What do you say?" "Red." "Good girl. Unless you say red, I will not stop. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Good." I heard his zipper slide down. After a second, I felt cold lube on my asshole, then felt the head of his cock against my hole. I breathed deeply, as I had when he'd put in the plug, and felt him slowly ease in. It hurt, but it was tolerable, and it didn't matter if it hurt. It was what Cale wanted, so it was what I wanted. It took a while for Cale to completely penetrate me. I stayed as relaxed as I could, and he was patient and cautious. "I'm in," he said at last. "Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes," I said. "Tell me." "I want you to fuck my ass." "Why?" "Because it's what you want." He slapped my ass. "Good girl." Slowly, he began to thrust in and out of my ass. It felt strange, but incredibly good. I wanted to touch myself, to make myself come while Cale fucked me, but I kept my hands on the edges of the sink. When an orgasm hit me, I was stunned; I hadn't known it was possible to come just from anal. "Did you like that?" Cale asked. "Yes," I gasped. "I'm going to come in your ass now. You won't clean up, do you understand?" "Yes." "Good girl." He fucked me harder; it was painful, but it was a pain I wanted. Finally he grunted, and I felt him tense as he came. He pulled out and said, "Turn on the hot water." I did. Cale got some paper towels, squirted soap on them, and thoroughly washed his cock. I felt his cum trickling from my ass, but followed his direction not to clean myself. When his cock was clean, he said, "Kneel." I knelt on the cold tile floor. Cale held his cock in front of my face. "Do you like how this makes you feel?" he asked. "Yes." "Then make it feel good." Suck his cock after he'd had it in my ass? No way! But he had washed it well, and I had promised to follow his directions. Tentatively I licked the tip of his cock. "It's clean," he said. I slid my lips over his cock and sucked lightly. He moaned softly. Then the door opened. My first instinct was to get up and move away from Cale, but he gripped my head with both hands and said, "Stay where you are." "Sorry, man," said the man who had just come in. "Didn't mean to interrupt anything." "No problem," Cale replied. "We don't mind." Since I couldn't take my mouth off Cale's cock, I kept sucking while he and the other man talked. "Is she good?" the guy asked. "She's a dirty little cocksucker," Cale replied. "Think she'd like to suck another?" No! I shouted in my mind. I didn't want to touch a stranger. I held my breath until Cale said, "No. She's a dirty little cocksucker, but she belongs to me. Maybe some other time." "No problem." The guy went about his business as I continued to suck Cale's cock. On impulse, I reached up and fondled his balls. "Good girl," Cale said. "Keep doing that." The other guy left, and Cale said, "You were afraid I'd share you with him, weren't you? I thought about it, but tonight I want you for myself. There might be times when I'll share you, but we'll discuss it first. If that's a limit for you, I'll honor it. You can stop sucking me now." He said it so casually I almost missed the direction. When I realized what he'd said, I released his cock just in time to catch a jet of cum across my face. I hadn't even realized Cale had been close to coming. He shot a few more streams of cum, all of which landed on me, then backed away and pulled some paper towels out of the dispenser. He wet them, then gently wiped my face. "I could make you wear my cum, but I think you've had enough for tonight," he said. "Let's go home." We left the bathroom, ignoring the stares of the few people who noticed, and went outside to Cale's car. Before he opened the door, Cale roughly pushed me against the car and held me there. "Did you enjoy our date?" "Yes," I replied. "How did you feel following my directions?" "I felt... I can't explain it. It was good. It was what I'm meant for." "You're meant for what?" I took a moment to collect my thoughts, trying to phrase what I wanted to say. "I'm meant for you," I said finally. "I'm meant to follow your commands. I'm meant to be your slut." "Good girl." He kissed me. "Do you still want to submit to me?" "Yes." "You know that it won't always be as easy as tonight." "It doesn't matter." He nodded. "Get in and I'll take you home." "Is our date over?" "I mean to my home, pet. You've gotten your wish. You're mine." He kissed me again. "Now get in the car so I can take you and show you what that really means." Your Corset I got out of my car and walked into the house, I noticed your car parked in the driveway. I started down the hall calling your name but there was no answer. I walked through the living room towards the bedroom. "I want you to get on your knees," I heard a voice behind me say. I could tell it was you. I turned around and saw nothing but did as I was told. Once I was on my knees I heard the clicking of your heels. You walked out from bathroom. The black leather knee high boots, the black stockings attached to the garters of your tight black leather corset. You looked amazing when you walked out into the dining room up to me and just pulled my head into your glistening cunt. You tasted exquisite. I could smell and taste my cum from this morning in your pussy. You pulled my head in deeper and commanded me to lick as you raised your boot onto the dining room chair to give me better access. "I want you to clean the mess you made inside me this morning," you demanded. I furiously lapped at your dripping pussy. Cleaning my come from your folds. I couldn't believe how much was still inside you. I hadn't seen you in two weeks and deposited a huge load inside of you this morning. The taste was different having been inside you all day mixed with your daily routine. You had told me that I wasn't allowed to even touch my cock while I was gone and I happily obliged and now I understood why. The musk of your pussy mixed with my cum gave me such a rush. You took control of my head grabbing me by the hair pulling me in and out of wet slit, forcing my wanting tongue in and out of you. I was in ecstasy and you just let out a moan as I diligently licked your wet mound. You said very few words and by the way you were dressed you didn't need to say much. I knew who was in control tonight and I loved every minute of it. Your actions said everything, and my cock soon took notice. I lapped at your pussy a little bit longer when you grabbed my head again giving a slight tug. "Get up!" you said, pulling me to my feet. I didn't hesitate at all. Your hands quickly found my belt. You big beautiful green eyes staring directly into mine you quickly unfastened my belt buckle and it wasn't long until my pants fell to the ground. You freed my cock from the cotton boxer briefs I was wearing. You pulled them down just enough for my cock to spring forth. Your hands felt amazing as you slowly stroked my cock. You pulled my cock closer and I followed as you kissed my lips deeply, my face still soaked with your wetness. You then, without taking your hands from my cock, turned around and pushed your ass closer to my cock guiding it into your wet cunt with your hands. The heels that you were wearing lifted you to the perfect height as you slid my cock inside you, pushing back ever so gently. My cock slid in with no resistance your pussy devoured my cock enveloping in warmth. You let out a moan We slowly started fucking, but our rhythm grew faster as our bodies got closer. The smell of the leather sent a wave through my body. My senses were overwhelmed. Feelings I had never felt before suddenly crashing through my head. You looked so sexy on top of this new persona you had put on. Never had I seen you in this light before and I loved it. I put my hands to your neck and pulled your head closer to me. I breathed in your ear as my teeth teased your lobe. I bit a little bit the lobe a little harder. Your hand reached around and you slapped my ass. The sting from the slap sent electricity through my body, and I again knew that you were in charge tonight. I continued fucking you as you bent over the dining room table enabling me to delve even deeper into your pussy. I fucked you furiously. Your moans growing louder and louder I could tell that you were getting close to coming as well. Your cunt was dripping as my cock slid easily in and out of you. I pulled my cock out of you. "Don't Stop!" you commanded. I lifted you up onto the dinner table and got on top of you. With my cock quickly finding the warmth inside of you as I pushed in, You slapped my ass again and commanded me to fuck you. The electricity almost sent me over the edge. You grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper. "I am going to cum and I want you to fill me up with your cum." You said. I knew it was only moments away. Your hand reached around and pushed near the opening of my ass as I pumped my cock inside you. That sent me over the edge. My cock erupted as you let out a really loud moan. I continued fucking you. Cum streaming from my cock deep inside your dripping wet cunt filling you with my warmth. In our fucking frenzy we became disconnected and my cum sprayed your stockings and your corset. My cum glistening on the leather and silk. I had never cum this much in my life I collapsed beside you. "You made a mess of my corset and stockings." You said with as sneer as you touched the cum glistening on the leather, bringing a finger to your mouth. "I think you better clean it up before it leaves a stain." You said leading my head to the spot. I lapped it up as well as what was on the silk stockings and came up to kiss you. We shared a nice big passionate kiss, but you weren't done yet. You climbed on top of me, pinning me down and hovered your pussy inches from my face, pushed the fresh cum out of your glistening pussy letting it drip into my mouth and on my face. I licked you in delight. My face was soaked with your wetness and you lowered yourself down and kissed my lips before collapsing on top of me "Welcome back, my love" you whispered in my ears It was good to be back home.