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By Invitation

By: MALIBUMAN666



It all started when I showed my wife some instructions I found on a 'female-led-relationships' website, they were called the 'Rules of the Road' and some were adopted pretty quickly, including the very important one about making your slave eat his cum EVERY time he was permitted to ejaculate. At first I was keen, then the reality of it hit me, but then I got used to it and realised it was simply something I had to do to please my Mistress. And since pleasing my Mistress is what I like doing, I grew to like it.

I've been married to my wife now for 16 years (we married in our early twenties) and far from losing interest in her, I find her more attractive as time goes by. I seem to go through phases of obsessing about different parts of her body (although inevitably I always come back to her awesome ass), at the moment it's her gorgeous legs and feet. Yesterday we were at a family party and I spent as much time as I could get away with staring at her legs, wishing I could kiss them and rub my face and cock over the soft skin.

About twelve years ago I told her that I wanted her to dominate me. That wasn't at all awkward...., but eventually things worked out and then we started having a one hour session every month. About six months ago, I was on my knees with my Mistress standing in front of me fucking my face with her strap-on. I looked up at her and I felt this amazing emotional change come over me. After the session I was rather withdrawn, but eventually I managed to explain to my wife that at that precise moment in time I was so overwhelmed with love for her that I was quite convinced that I would overcome any inhibitions and would have done anything that she would have asked of me.

During our sessions she has often tormented me by telling me how she would like to tie me up and make me watch another man fuck her (after I'd got him hard with my mouth) and then clean both her holes after he'd filled her with his spunk. She does all this while fucking herself with the glass dildo I bought her last Valentine's Day, before making me lick and suck it clean while telling me to imagine it's a real cock covered in her pussy juice and thick creamy cum.

I must admit it felt weird telling her that I thought I was capable of doing this (even if only while in the heat of the moment in the session) and it left me quite conflicted thereafter. But I wanted to share my feelings with her so that she would know how deeply I felt for her and how much I trusted her.

Before our sessions I usually write notes, telling her what was best for me about the previous time and giving her new ideas to try out. I usually end up writing and rewriting these notes, desperately trying to find a balance between what I want, what I think I want, and what I feel I can say without freaking her out!

Sometimes I write stories for her too, and this can put me in a hell of a state by the time the session starts. Last time Mistress said she thought I was going to cum just from kissing her feet. 

Anyway, our latest adventure started the other day when Mistress informed me by email that I needed to practice wearing my butt plug for long periods of time. She told me that I had two weeks to practice and that by then I should feel comfortable with it in for several hours. I was told not to discuss this with her, just to follow her instructions. I did as she ordered and was surprised how quickly I got used to the plug, even though at first it was quite uncomfortable.

A few days later she gave me a card from the post office and told me to collect a parcel for her. It was very light and the label gave no hint as to the sender's name or address. When I gave it to her, she thanked me but did not comment further on what it might contain.

About ten days later she gave me an amazing blowjob which culminated in her French kissing my spunk into my mouth so that I could swallow it. Once my cock had withered she cleaned it with a wet-wipe and then produced from her bedside drawer a CB3000. I made to object but she gave me a glare that told me exactly who was the boss here, and that I better consider my words very carefully.

During our last session I had rather foolishly confessed to having touched my cock despite being ordered not to do so. Now I was paying the price (literally it turned out, seeing as she had paid for the device on my credit card!), where I had foolishly thought the whipping she had given me was the entirety of my punishment.

Our next session was five days away and she told me that she wanted to make extra sure that my balls were full for her then and that as I had gone against her orders she felt she could no longer trust me to keep my hands off. I replied that I hadn't cum, I had just played with it a bit...but I hastily added that I could see her point of view.

Every night for the next four nights I was allowed to eat my Mistress' gorgeous pussy. I love doing that even if she does not reciprocate. I don't do it in order to get my cock sucked, I just love doing it. It gives me enormous pleasure to feel her coming on my tongue and I love looking at her pussy after she's come. It looks so beautiful when it's all pink, slippery, wet and gaping open. I would rather give up anything else than eating pussy, even my own pleasure. And that was exactly what I was doing for these next few days and nights.

On Sunday morning I awoke and got up to find a note Mistress had left for me.

"Today you are my slave, whatever I want you to, do you will do. You will not get dressed, I want you to be naked all day. I will be getting up at about ten (it was 9:45), you will serve my breakfast, there is fresh fruit in the fridge. You will have one piece of dry toast. After breakfast you will fitted with the butt plug which you will be wearing for the rest of the day."

At ten, Mistress rose and I served her breakfast. Afterwards she sat in a chair. She was still wearing her dressing gown. She told me to kneel in front of her, as I did I couldn't help staring longingly at her gorgeous legs and feet. Mistress noticed this, clicked her fingers and told me to look at her, not her legs.

She said: "Today you are my slave and you will do whatever I ask of you, do you understand."

"Yes Mistress' I replied.

"Is there anything you will not do for me slave - think very carefully."

"No Mistress." I replied, a slight tremor in my voice.

"Very good slave, you have pleased me...though I suspect you may have left yourself open to more than you bargained for."

"If it pleases you Mistress." I said, settling comfortably into my role, yet with a slight pang of apprehension tempered by the desire to be pushed to my limits and perhaps beyond.

"Very well."

She told me to get on my hands and knees and I felt lubricant being applied to my ass. Then a finger pushed into me, then two and after a few minutes I felt the butt plug being pushed firmly into place. Once it was in position she told me to stand up and get used to it while she dressed.

I was still standing, waiting for her when she finally came back.

"Time to get this off." She said pointing at the CBT3000. "At least this time I know that your balls are nice and full, so if I do allow you to cum there will be a pleasing amount of spunk for you to eat."

It was a relief to have the device removed, but then she produced another toy which she proceeded to fit to my cock. A '5 gates of hell'. She fed my quickly growing cock through the rings, which itself had the effect of making it harder and more painful. Then she leaned closer and started telling me how glad she was that I had found my place at her side as her slave and that she loved seeing me like this and how wet it was making her. My cock continued to expand until the rings arrested it's growth and I winced quietly.

Mistress now decided that I should clean the house from top to bottom, wearing only the butt plug and the cock restrainer. Every so often Mistress would appear to inspect my work, and then she would invariably squeeze my balls until my cock hardened sufficiently inside it's new prison and then leave me to it again. 

When I was half done with cleaning, Mistress called me downstairs and then removed the cock-toy. She told me to kneel down and wank my cock. She taunted me as I wanked myself, telling me that now I was her true slave she intended to fulfil all the fantasies I had ever confided in her. I gulped loudly, wondering if she was serious, honestly unsure about whether I hoped she was or wasn't! As if reading my mind, she assured me that she was, and that before the end of the year she fully intended to watch me suck another man's cock and then lick her pussy clean after he had filled it with cum.

It was obvious that I was close to shooting my load and Mistress told me to stop. When my cock eventually softened Mistress produced another new toy, a metal ring weight which she fitted just above my balls. She let it go and it pulled my balls down a little. She told me to continue with my cleaning.

When I had finished the chores she had set, she had me kneel in front of her again and she removed my butt plug and applied a dab of vapour rub to it, before replacing it in my now stretched ass. She then wiped some more vapour rub on my balls and the tip of my cock. Then she reached out and tweaked my nipples until they were hard and red. Then she pulled out a nipple chain and attached it to my nipples with the clamps at each end. I winced as the weight of the chain pulled on my nipples, but Mistress just laughed and told me she would be back shortly.

I was on my knees for a good twenty minutes, my cock, balls and ass burning with the vapour rub. When she returned she was in her full Mistress uniform, a PVC Basque, fishnets and her strap-on already in place and ready for use. Immediately I noticed that something was different. She had replaced the strap-on we usually used with the other one that had come with the harness, the larger one that we had never used. 

Mistress stood directly in front of me, the large silicon dildo just inches from my face. It was considerably larger than the usual one we used, and a good bit larger than my own cock. Mistress told me that was why I had to wear the butt plug all day and asked me if I thought I could take it. I said that I didn't know, but that I would try my best for her. She told me that if I wanted to cum I would do more than try.

Without another word she stepped closer and forced the fake cock between my teeth, pushing it hard into my mouth. I gulped air as she fucked my face hard, her hands holding the back of my head to stop me pulling back. My cock stiffened as her hips bucked the dildo into me, and as my skin tightened the ball weight kept my nuts pushed down away from my cock.

Abruptly Mistress pulled the silicon length out of my mouth and told me to get on all fours. She roughly pulled the butt plug out of my ass and placed the head of the fake cock at the entrance to my asshole.

"What do you want slave?" She asked sharply.

"Only to please you Mistress." I answered.

Mistress laughed.

"Beg me to fuck your ass slave."

"Please fuck my ass Mistress." I replied, none too convincingly.

"You'll have to do better than that if you want to cum slave."

"Yes Mistress....please fuck my ass with your big cock."

Mistress increased the pressure and I felt the head starting to push into my hole.

"Please fuck my ass Mistress...stretch my hole with your huge cock."

Mistress gripped my hips and pushed the fake cock into my ass, I gritted my teeth as the full size of it slid inside me and then she paused so that I could get used to the feeling of fullness. After a few moments she started a gentle backwards and forwards motion, but quickly built up her speed until she was fucking me hard. Then she pulled the dildo clear, only to ram it back in again just a few seconds later. 

"That looks so good slave, I love to see your ass gaping open when I pull my cock out of you."

"I'm glad it pleases you Mistress." I gasped.

Mistress pounded my ass for a while longer until she was tired. As she did so the nipple chain and ball weight pulled on my nipples and balls and increased my torment further. I was quite relieved when she finally pulled the dildo out for the last time, though in a way I had kind of enjoyed it too. 

She told me to kneel in front of her again and to wank my cock. I did as she instructed and then she told me to remove her stockings. I slid each stocking down her gorgeous silky legs and folded them and put them to one side. Then she grabbed my head and I felt the strap-on forced into my mouth again. As she fucked my face she told me to imagine what it would be like to suck a real cock that had just fucked my ass. I closed my eyes as I imagined it, my cock getting even harder as my lust for depravity betrayed me.

Mistress told me to open my eyes and look up at her as I sucker her cock. I obeyed without hesitation, feeling deeply submissive as I looked into my gorgeous Mistress' eyes as she pushed the dildo deeper and deeper. She told me I needed the practice because it wouldn't be long before my throat was being fucked by a real cock. I grunted around the cock as it threatened to choke me, while Mistress taunted me by telling me how much I was going to enjoy the feeling of a real, warm cock filling my mouth with fresh, warm spunk.

Mistress pulled the strap-on clear and I took in deep lungful of air. She sat on the corner of a chair and motioned me to move closer to her. She started to rub the instep of her foot against my balls, the weight still pulling the skin tight and my balls down. As she did this I was struggling to maintain control over my straining cock. 

Mistress told me that I had pleased her today and that she had decided to let me cum. She told me to start wanking and to cover her feet with my spunk. I grasped my cock and began pumping it, while she sat there looking on, telling me how much she loved having me under her control and re-iterating how serious she was about fulfilling all the fantasies I had ever confided in her. I felt my balls tighten and within seconds several huge spurts of cum landed on Mistress' feet. I milked every last drop out and then bent down to clear up my mess with my tongue.

As I cleaned up her feet, licking my cum from between her toes and even halfway up her shin, such was the force I had cum, Mistress looked down at me.

"You love my feet don't you slave?"

"Yes Mistress, I love them so much."

"Perhaps I should send you on a pedicure course so that you could take care of them for me?"

"If it pleases you Mistress."

"Hmm, maybe I will."

Mistress allowed me to relax for a short while, inspecting her feet to make sure that I had not missed a drop of my white cream. 

"Now slave, I have one more test for you, if you pass then you will get a treat."

"Thank you Mistress."

Mistress reached forward and pulled my head closer to her groin.

"Open your mouth slave."

I opened my mouth and almost immediately I felt Mistress' warm piss on my face. I quickly moved my mouth and swallowed her warm liquid without question. I loved her completely and was hers to use without question. We both knew that we were pushing boundaries now and that if I wanted to prove myself worthy of her ownership I would have to put aside any objections I might have had. When she finished I licked her pussy clean and then bowed my head.

"Well done slave, I am now satisfied that you are truly devoted to me and only me, and as such I am now happy to grant you an indulgence. You see slave, I have been talking to all my girlfriends about you, and I've realised that they aren't all as lucky as I am. Hard as it is to believe slave, their husbands aren't all like you, they don't crave pussy like you do. I mean with your tongue slave, I'm sure they all crave pussy...but not the way you do. You can't get enough of my pussy can you, your tongue is just never satisfied is it slave?"

"Never Mistress."

"No, and from what I'm told the ones that are willing are next to useless at it, perhaps if they practiced a bit more slave, eh?"

"Yes Mistress. Practice makes perfect."

"Indeed slave. So, I thought to myself, seeing as that's the one thing that you truly excel at, perhaps I should share you with them."

My mouth hung open a little, I was not expecting this turn of events at all.

"Close your mouth slave, you look simple."

I did as I was told. She continued...

"Of course, you'll have to be blindfolded and your cock locked up. They'll be more comfortable if you can't see them and I don't want them touching your cock, that's my property and I say what happens to it, isn't that right slave?"

"Yes Mistress, of course Mistress."

"Besides, it will be more humiliating for you for them to see your cock in it's cage, won't it slave?"

"Yes Mistress." I hadn't even thought about that aspect of this new plan, but I had assumed that I would remain clothed while I serviced Mistresses' friends, apparently not.

Mistress leaned down and put her hand on my chin, turning my head to look straight into her eyes.

"Don't worry though slave, I won't make you wear a blindfold when I make you suck cock. After all, I want to see the look in your eyes as you feel them sliding into your mouth, when they fuck your throat and when you swallow their loads. Did I say 'them'? Yes slave I did, it won't be a one off. It may not even be one at a time.

- - - 

Mistress organised her first 'pussy-party' two weeks later. I was blindfolded and left in the spare bedroom to wait. Mistress welcomed her friends downstairs and soon the women were drinking wine and getting excited about the night ahead. About half an hour after the guests arrived Mistress came upstairs and fitted the CB3000 and made sure I was ready for my first visitor.

There were four altogether and I brought them all off except one (the second in line), she seemed very tense and unable to relax, eventually she gave up and went back downstairs, while I wondered how I would be punished for my failure. 

When the fourth woman entered the room I politely thanked her for allowing me to pleasure her (as I had the other women), she groaned as she lay on the bed and pulled my head between her thighs. Her pussy smelt very strong and as I buried my tongue into her sopping wet slit I realised why.

"Yes, lick all that spunk out of me." She moaned. "I was so turned on thinking about this that I fucked my husband before I left the house. Your wife has told me all about you, you little cumslut. I can't wait to see you sucking my husbands cock." 

From the state of her pussy I suspected her husband's cock was pretty big, something she confirmed later when she told me how she would laugh at me as she 'watched her husband fucking my face with his huge cock and pumped his load down my throat'. 

After about twenty minutes of my ministrations the woman had a massive orgasm. When she got her breath back she told me to start again, and then she started telling me exactly what she would do to me if I was her husband. As I listened, I manipulated her clit with my exhausted tongue, my cock aching inside the CB3000. Eventually I made her come again and she finally made her way back downstairs to the others. 

I lay on the bed, thoroughly beat and after a few minutes I heard Mistress coming up the stairs. She told me to sit on the edge of the bed and removed the cock-cage. She lifted up the blindfold briefly and asked me if I had enjoyed servicing her friends. I struggled for a moment for an answer, unsure as to whether I was supposed to enjoy it or not. I decided on a non-committal answer.

"I enjoy pleasing you and following your instructions Mistress."

Mistress smiled and replaced the blindfold, impressed with how I had negotiated the trap she had laid for me. She led me down the stairs and told me to kneel on the floor and asked me if I wanted to cum.


By Invitation Only



Author's Note: This story I am about to tell you is not, I repeat, is not a work of fiction. I am putting it to words exactly as my best friend transcribed it to me. If I were to tell you his full name, you would know exactly who he is. I wanted to tell his story as a cautionary tale only and it is his strictest desire to be left alone. I have in no way taken any literary or creative license. Take this story for whatever value you can glean from it.

I hadn't seen Paul in probably about a year and a half. It was way too long for at one time we had been the closest of friends. I am a reporter for a large metropolitan newspaper and Paul, not his real name, is a paranormal researcher of some renown. 

The day I met with him was overcast and cloudy, an unusual rain was falling in the outskirts of Apache Junction, Arizona on a burgeoning fall day, that October. At first it was hard to recognize my friend in the weathered gaze that stared back at me. He was looking a bit rough around the edges, so to speak. 

He looked as if he hadn't shaved in days. His eyes were dark and set back, but his gaze was sharp and penetrating, piercing as he stared back at me. He was or had been a very ruggedly handsome man, at least in the eyes of the many female friends in which he was acquainted. Now he looked leaner, more sinewy. Not that he was skin and bones, on the contrary, where he used to be bulkier and fit, his muscles seemed to be lean and taut, like a rubber band bound tight.

We were sitting at a booth at a local café, sipping coffee and talking about the old times. After about a half hour of catching up, he turned to me with that penetrating gaze of his and said, "Tom, I have a story I have got to share with you. It is going to be really hard for you to swallow, but as a friend, I want you to hear me out. Is there someplace we can go private to talk. Preferably for two or three hours, undisturbed?" He said this last bit with a pause.

"Well, yeah, you know your always welcome at my home. I don't have any visitors and I'm not expecting any, if you know what I mean." I gave him that good old boy smile and winked. He just seemed to ignore it.

"Thanks, yes, that will work. I've got to tell someone about this, and I figured you would be the best to tell, besides the fact that you were my best friend."

I wondered a bit about that part of his statement when he stated I was, past-tense, his best friend. 

He started to put some money on the table as he got up and I held his hand back and told him, "No, Paul, put it away, it's on me."

I left a five on the table which more than covered the coffee and we left to my car. While I drove to my place a few minutes away, he didn't say anything. He leaned his head back against the head rest and just closed his eyes.

I was really beginning to wonder what kind of trouble he might be in or what was weighing so heavily on his mind. But, I let him have his time to his thoughts as my mind began to wander. I thought of the good times we had, of the girls we knew and sometimes shared, of all the things that make up a good friendship. Truth be told, I had definitely missed that the last year or so.

We arrived at my house and the rain at let up here, as it usually does in most of Arizona. Across the street it could be pouring and not a drop hit your porch. Such was desert weather. I opened the door and led him inside, turned on a kitchen light and told him to make himself at home. He took a seat in one of the chairs at the table. In the bright light of the kitchen, he really began to look haggard.

"What time, do you have?" He asked. The question by itself took me by surprise.

"4:30." I simply replied. 

He repeated it, "4:30, yes I have time." He didn't offer an explanation and despite my overwhelming curiosity at his behavior, I didn't ask for one.

He looked up at me, started to say something, then shook his head. A moment later, he looked at me again a little weariness in his expression, "You might want to take notes. Seriously."

I leaned over the back of the chair I was sitting in, reached to the counter behind me and grabbed one of my yellow legal pads that I always keep handy. The pen was clipped to it. "No problem." I stated as I placed the notepad on the table. At first I was wondering if he was even going to start, then with a sigh he began.

"What's left of my conscience demands that I tell you, as a true friend. Please don't interrupt me until I'm done at which time I will be glad to evidence some proof so that you will know I am telling you the truth. Otherwise, I guarantee, you will not believe it." He gulped a breath of air and then continued.

What I am about to write is the tale that he told me. Yes, he did give me proof, and yes, if it wasn't for that proof, I wouldn't be putting my career on the line this day. You may not believe me because I was only a witness to said proof. I have none to be able to show you this day. I have only the integrity of my career to put on the line in the hopes that others will believe me. I don't even know if he wanted me to share his story, but I feel I must.

The following is in his own words:

I love the hills and the countryside. I love the wide open spaces and yet I love the security of the trees and forest fauna that surrounds the beauty of most of our landscape up north by Showlow. I used to love to go up to the national forest there and spend days camping and hiking and just enjoying the fresh air. It's also a great way to meet people who love to do some of the same things.

This one particular outing approximately thirteen months ago, I was out hiking a popular area up there. I had my backpack with my small tent and sleeping bag, my little burner some water and about a days worth of rations. Like I said, I love to hike. Upon this particular day, I ran across a woman, in fact a very beautiful woman, who was also hiking and she had found a lovely log to stop and rest against from the noon sun that had been trying to peer through the forest canopy.

I was on my way down a particularly well-worn trail and was just going to keep on going when she waved and yelled out a hearty hello. I try never to be rude to a woman, especially one as attractive as she was. So, I waved back and taking that as an invitation, wandered over to where she was leaning.

She looked up and smiled as I approached and I noticed she had a rather exotic look to her features. It was hard to place her nationality. She could have been Asian or Oriental, either way it suited her well and she was beautiful. Full round eyes that hinted of a hazel green. A smile that was full and drop dead gorgeous with teeth so perfect and white. She had dark hair pulled back with one of those stretchy tie things that women use. She had a very pronounced flush to her cheeks.

"Hi, how ya doing? Are you okay?" I asked trying to be polite.

"Oh, yes, fine, thank you." She greeted me with that gorgeous smile. "Just thought I would sit and rest for a spell. Why don't you join me-----if you aren't in a hurry that is."

I slipped the backpack off my shoulders and placed it on the other side of the log. I found a stretch of log close by this attractive young lady and took a seat. Immediately she struck up a conversation. 

"Do you come this way often?" she asked as she gazed into my eyes.

I started to feel the blood rush to my face a bit as she gazed at me, but I replied, "Actually no I don't. I like the forest in this region, but this is the first time along this path. So far it's been pretty nice."

"Oh, this is a wonderful piece of forest, but this part isn't frequented that often." She had a real breathy voice, not really husky but oh so very sensual. I was starting to feel my gaze wander to her lips as she continued talking. It was as if I was becoming mesmerized.

"No you parted the forest path some while back there. This here is private land adjoining the forest." For a second there, her words took me by surprise as I didn't realize that I had strayed from the National forest. Usually there are signs or fences to notify of the change, but I had encountered none.

"Well I'm glad you were here to tell me. I don't usually trespass. I don't mean anybody any harm."

"No harm at all, we have nothing to hide." She again looked up at me with those penetrating eyes. "In fact, if you aren't in a hurry, why don't you stay and have dinner with me, meet my family."

I was going to make some excuse and pass, but as I gazed into her eyes, I found myself agreeing to dinner with her. 

"Good," she smiled. "It's only about a twenty or thirty minute hike from here." She rose to gather her things, so I reached behind the log we were resting against and grabbed my backpack also.

The trail seemed to be well traveled, I could follow it very easily. I noticed my beautiful guide didn't even appear to look down or around but just continued to effortlessly move forward. I tried a little small talk, but she didn't seem too inclined to converse while hiking. 

As I followed behind her, I was able to take in her features. She was definitely all woman. No mistaking that. Her hips were well rounded and she had the nicest ass if I do say so myself. Her shoulders were not what you would say petite for they looked very toned and muscled, yet she didn't look like a body builder. Her gait was smooth and her step firm. It almost reminded me of a cat or maybe a dog. She appeared very confident and sure of her step.

When we were well within twenty minutes hiking time, she spoke, "My family doesn't get too many strangers, but they do everything they can to make a person feel at home. So please don't be taken aback." She paused for just a second in her step to throw me another gaze then continued, "My name is Sharee. I guess I didn't get your name."

The truth be told everything happened so fast that we didn't even think about names. "Paul," I replied. That was the end of the conversation and then we came in sight of a clearing and what appeared to be a fairly spacious lodge. There were no roads leading to it that I could see and yet when I glanced around I could see different trails or paths leading away. All I could think of at the moment was some rustic hunting or camping lodge.

Sharee led me into the clearing and as we approached the lodge she took me by the hand and led me to the porch. As soon as my foot touched the porch steps the door opened and out stepped what I thought was a giant of a man. The sight of him suddenly there took me completely by surprise. Before I could say anything, Sharee had run to him, threw her arms around him and cried, "Papa!"

He returned the hug holding her close, never once allowing his gaze to leave me. Finally as the two separated, he stepped forward stuck out his hand for mine and greeted me saying, "What did my daughter do, pick up a stray?" His eyes were every bit as piercing and penetrating as hers were if not more so.

I took his hand in mine and gave his a hearty shake, "Well, I guess in a way she did sir. Hello, my name is Paul."

The hand shake that was returned was firm, almost painfully firm. As he shook my hand he replied, "Hello Paul, my name is Oliver. I happen to own this stretch of land around here."

As he released my hand without thinking I rubbed it with my other one, "I didn't mean to trespass sir. I was hiking the forest trail when I ran into your daughter there and she informed me that I had strayed." I continued to gaze at him tentatively as I said, "I didn't pass any signs or fences though, I'm sure of it."

His gaze wandered to his daughter for just a moment, who I might add was all smiles, then responded, "No harm done, won't you stay for dinner?"

I had that strange feeling again when I heard myself reply, "Yes, I told Sharee that I would. I would love too."

He clapped his hands together and said, "Good, then it's settled. Sharee, show him where he can unload his things and clean up if he wants." And that was that. He turned went back inside and I was left with my most attractive host.

Without a word she took my hand again and led me inside. I must tell you, she could speak volumes without ever having to open her mouth. She was all smiles while she led me through what appeared to be a massive kitchen, down a hallway past several doors leading to very huge and expansive rooms until we came to a room toward the end of the hallway. Opening the door for me she led me inside where she discarded her backpack, and then approached to help me with mine.

The room was not overly ornate but rather rustic and simple. There were a couple of padded chairs, a small fireplace with a couple of oil lanterns on the mantle. There was an old oil painting of a hunter with holding a rifle with what I can only describe to you as what appeared to be a wolf. I was taking all this in while she removed my backpack with little effort. On the opposite end of the fireplace sat a large, probably queen or king sized bed with what appeared to be oak stained head and foot boards. Other than a few small throw rugs at the bed's sides that was all the furnishings in the room. No other pictures, no knick knacks or any personal items, so I had assumed this was one of their guest rooms.

"Would you like to shower and clean up," she asked in that sensual voice of hers. When she asked, I saw her lick her lips and for the briefest moment, a very nasty and erotic image filled my imagination. 

"Ye--, ah yes," I stammered, "would love too. Especially since you invited me to dinner."

She showed me to another door which I had assumed was a closet and when she opened it, there was a large bathroom with a huge garden tub, almost looked like a jacuzzi and to the side of it was a large shower stall. The shower reminded me in a way of the stalls we had back in high school.

"There are towels, soap, shampoo, anything you need. Just make yourself at home." With that she turned around, whirled out of the bathroom and was gone. I took a peek back into the room to make sure the door was closed, and feeling more at ease, proceeded to have a warm shower.

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When I had finished drying and entered the guest room, I noticed on the bed was a very short stemmed red rose. I hadn't noticed it before so I went and retrieved it finding a short note underneath. 

'Dinner will be served shortly' is all it read. I finished dressing and taking the rose and sticking it in my shirt pocket so the petals were just sticking out, I retraced my steps toward the kitchen.

About half way their my beautiful hostess greeted me at one of the doors we had past earlier. I could already smell the aroma of meat, vegetables, spices and what have you. The smell alone tempted my palette and I was feeling ravenous. As Sharee led me through the portal where the smells were emanating from, before us was a gigantic table, probably fifteen feet long and maybe three or four feet wide. 

The table was laden with what could only be described as a feast. I could see fowl and pork, stews, vegetables of almost every kind. Salads, casseroles and deserts. But that wasn't the surprising thing. At what can only be construed as the head of the table sat the man I had met as Sharee's father. Next to him was a woman that was absolutely gorgeous. I thought Sharee was beautiful, this woman who was no doubt her mother was a goddess. I was transfixed for a moment as my breath caught in my throat. I was speechless.

The next thing I was aware of was a tug on my arm as Sharee escorted me to the nearest side of the table. Around the sides of the table, except for the spot that Sharee directed me too were eleven other couples already seated. Every one of the women seated there had the strangest likeness to Sharee and what could have only been her mother. As they saw me they all gazed my way with a heart warming smile.

The gentlemen seated beside each woman on the other hand were as different as night and day. They arranged from tall to short, white and even a black man, a couple of hispanics. The only thing that seemed to distinguish them as being similar was a ruddy or ruggedly handsome look about each of them.

As we approached the table, the men, including the father rose and stood waiting for us to take our places. When I was standing in front of my chair they all in unison took their seats as I did, hesitantly at first. I gazed at those around the table and noticed they were looking to the father, when the father began to speak.

"Sharee has invited this young man, Paul, to dine with us on this festive occasion. He has graciously accepted so please everyone, make him feel at home and include him in our family."

I thought them strange words at first but gracious. Then his gaze turned toward me, very fatherly, very familiar, "Paul, as you can see I have a very large family. These are Sharee's sisters and their husbands. No need to introduce you all now as our food gets cold. But, Paul, we welcome you!" 

With that he rose his glass of what looked to be wine, everybody else raised theirs and looking my way, in unison clearly stated, "Welcome." I grabbed mine, a bit clumsily I might add, and return the salutation with a warm and hearty, "thank you." With that, the plates started filling with food as everyone dug in with apparent gusto. 

Conversation continued varied and light. Every one was extremely polite, asking me what brought me here, what kind of hobbies I enjoyed----what my career was. They were all extremely eager to hear about different adventures during my paranormal research. Talk turned to the psychic and strange phenomenon. All the while Sharee was holding on to my arm smiling as she ate, content to just sit there by my side. Everyone was extremely gracious and I was totally at ease amongst these simple folk.

The meal was very hearty and filling. In fact I can't remember eating so much before in a single sitting. It was explained to me that this was a special occasion that apparently happened about once a month and I just happened to meet them on this day. This was a day of festivity and celebration and more was in store.

After the meal was over, the women left for just a bit, clearing the table as they did. Oliver, stood at the head of the table and went to a cabinet against one of the walls and opened it removing a bottle of what again appeared to be wine. He again stood at the head of the table and looking upon each of those sitting there, and then finally resting his gaze on me stated, "We look forward to this time of coming together each month, this time of celebrating our oneness and uniqueness and this day is even made better because we have such a wonderful guest to share it with. Please," and then he took the bottle and poured some of the drink into a small shot glass then passed the bottle to the next man, "pour yourself the drink of our celebration and when the crucible has come full circle we will toast."

I watched as each man reverently took the bottle and poured the drink to the top of the shot glass and then respectfully passed it on. When it came to my turn, I poured the drink into the glass noticing that it was more of a thick liquor than it was a wine. I passed the bottle to the next man and stood waiting until the rounds had been made.

Finally, the bottle had made it back to Oliver. I was a bit in awe of the fact that this was definitely a sacred or at the least a well respected celebration and that they had included me in it. I was a bit nervous, but I had never had a problem before with making friends or showing myself friendly. I watched as Oliver raised his glass toward the center of the table waiting likewise for the rest to do the same. I raised mine with the rest and as Oliver again turned his gaze my way, he toasted, "To Oneness!" Everyone else returned the toast and then put the glass to their lips and with a swift gulp, swallowed the beverage. I did also, not wanting to be disrespectful, but when the liquid hit my throat it was all I could do to keep from choking.




By Invitation Only



It wasn't that it tasted bad. On the contrary, it tasted really good, but it burned every inch of the way down to my gut. The thing was, that wasn't all, I was aware of every sensation, every nuance of what it was doing to my body. It was as if I had just been injected with liquid warmth and it had immediately shot through my veins! I wasn't feeling flushed, that wasn't the sensation, but rather like a warmth that flowed just through my arteries and veins and permeated my muscles. Actually it felt or at least made me feel very good.

Then I became aware once again of all eyes staring my way. Hey I felt good! REALLY good and I started to say so. The problem was, for some reason I couldn't move my mouth. In fact I could barely move my eyes or anything else. But I was aware of those around me. I could hear everything they said, I could feel their eyes on me. Now normally losing control would normally have scared the shit out of me, but I wasn't. I was overwhelmed with a sense of calm and peacefulness.

The next thing I was aware of was Oliver saying, "Okay, fellas, I have to get ready for the ceremony. One of you can help Paul prepare, when you are all ready we will meet you in the sanctuary."

I couldn't fathom a thing that he was saying, I had absolutely no idea what he was referring too, but the next thing I knew was that one of the men came to me looked me square in the eyes and then said very matter-of-factly, "Paul, come with me."

I found that I could do that, but nothing else. I followed him. He took me down the hallway, through one of the other doors and there to my amazement were the other guys. This room was like a big shower room, with shower stalls, lockers and benches to sit on. The guys were all in a state of undress and I could tell that their goal was to completely unrobe. Any other time and I would wonder what I had gotten myself into. Supposedly they were all married, but was this some kind of kinky ceremony. I just didn't care, I was neither concerned nor aroused. 

Finally the young man that led me into the room came and stood in front of me and looking into my eyes again said, "Paul, please remove all your clothing." I did. As simple as that, I removed my clothes and stood waiting for another command.

I then became aware of the other guys looking me over, and saying things such as, "Oh yeah, he will make a worthy companion, she picked well." And, "We will now be complete, this is a special night!" I couldn't make hide nor hair of what they were meaning, I just wanted them to tell me what to do next.

I didn't have long to wait. The same young man again commanded me to follow him, as I moved to follow, I noticed the rest of the men had already left. I followed him to another room that I could only assume was the sanctuary. It was very much different than the others that I had seen. As soon as I entered, the thing that stuck in my mind were the chairs. There were twelve chairs lined in a semi-circle. There was a thirteenth chair in line with the two chairs at either end of the semi-circle and it was on a raised platform about a foot off the floor, in the center of the semi-circle.

Now you have to understand these weren't just ordinary chairs. On the contrary they looked a bit like a cross between a barber chair and an obstetrics table. It appeared to be a black material, definitely not leather. The back was slanted at about a forty-five degree angle, and the seat itself was not broad and deep but rather was shallow forcing a person to sit toward the edge. At the front of the seat was a small protrusion that blended into the fabric. I have no idea why my eyes picked that out. The other noticeable thing was the arms. The arms actually protruded forward and bent to accommodate a person's knees. 

It was obvious from the start that a person sat in the chair with their legs raised up and spread apart, baring their whole genitalia. In front of each chair was a padded stool for the same material as the chairs. There were levers that most likely raised and lowered the chair just as a barber chair. What some of the other levers were for I could only imagine, but their silver sheen stood out in comparison to the velvety black material. 

There was also one other aspect that caught my eye and imagination. In the very front of the seat was a flap that was about half the size of the chair seat. Toward the center of the flap was a hole about three inches in diameter. At the corner ends of the flaps were hooks that slipped into a loop on either side of the chairs. Evidently when a person was seated, the flap would cover their groin area leaving just enough room for their genitalia and they would be strapped in. They were certainly ingenious chairs. I could only imagine what was going to happen!

I didn't have long to wait; and it wasn't as if I was concerned, because I really wasn't in the least bit. My mind seemed to function and I was aware, but I had no emotions, no concerns. My young guide led me to the chair on the very outside and as he positioned me in it, I noticed the other men were seating themselves into the chairs and pulling the flap over their groin and allowing their scrotal sac and cock to protrude through the hole. Each and every one of them raised their legs and placed them on the protruding arms and then sat back and with the levers, adjusted the legs and the angle of the back.

If you could see the picture that was presented! Here was a group of men sitting in special chairs with their cocks and balls pointing toward the center of the semi-circle. I am not really into men but you have to believe me when I tell you it was an erotic sight! Surreal to be sure, but erotic none-the-less.

When the young man who had helped me got me seated, he placed the flap over my member and made sure my balls were hanging free. He helped me raise my legs into the arms that were sticking up and outward. He didn't say much but was very efficient. The only thing that he did mutter was that after this I would be able to do it myself. At the time, I couldn't even comprehend a next time. I had absolutely no idea what to expect.

It was definitely not uncomfortable. In fact, once the back was adjusted so that my legs fit perfect in the arms, it was very relaxing. Any other time I would be overly concerned to have my manhood so outwardly exposed and unprotected, but as of yet I still had no concerns. I should mention that whatever was flowing through my arteries creating the warmth was probably also keeping me from becoming emotional. That heat was coursing through every inch of my body. I could feel it in each of my toes, and coursing across my scalp as well. It heightened my senses and yet seemed to keep them at bay also.

The position that I was sitting gave me a perfect view of the chair in the center. Which to this point was not occupied. I was assuming that Oliver, the father would probably be seated there. Man was I ever wrong! I didn't have long to wait. Just out of sight through one of the side doors came the rest of the women. The mother first followed by the other twelve daughters. None of them had on a stitch of clothing! They were every bit as naked as we were and I know at the sight of the beauties that walked before us I would be sporting a might erection if it wasn't for the lack of sensation.

Every one of the daughters followed the mother to the center where the other chair was located. Oliver wasn't in sight at this time, but the daughters helped the mother into the chair and followed the same procedure with her that all of the guys did. This was a real twist. I could not for the life of me imagine what was going to take place. Here we were, twelve guys with our cocks dangling toward the center of a stage where a beautiful and vivacious looking woman was sitting with her breasts pointing toward the ceiling and her bald and smooth pussy staring straight at us.

These thoughts were going through my mind, but in now way was I becoming aroused. It was as if I could see, but my mind wouldn't process the images. Then what happened next was another surprise. The daughters all took a place in front of their husbands, turned with their backs to their husbands and gazed toward their mother. Sharee came into my view, took a place between my legs, she stopped and stared for just a moment then turned her back to me and gazed with her sisters toward her mother.

After just a few moments, probably not even a minute, Oliver entered the room, but the difference with him was that he was wearing a very ornamental gown. It shown almost translucent in the light of the room. It must have been ceremonial because it sure wasn't for warmth. He stopped in front of the oldest daughter at the far end of the semi-circle and when he approached, she held out her right hand. He looked into her eyes and said something to which I couldn't hear and then kissed her right hand, then moved unto the next daughter.

All the while that he had been moving closer I could not hear what he was saying before he kissed his daughter's hand. Even when he was with his daughter next to us, I couldn't hear what it was he was saying. Only when he stood in front Sharee did I hear what he said. He looked into her eyes and then quite formerly stated, "May the blessings of Malcor open you. May you rejoice in beauty of his love." That was it and then he kissed her hand. 

That is where everything became different. Instead of moving off he came to my side and looking deep into my eyes said, "You are welcomed into the House of Oliver and the blessings of Malcor. I give my daughter to you, bless her and may you open her with the love of Malcor."

I didn't know the meaning of a thing he had said. But, as his eyes continued to pierce my consciousness, I felt the beginnings of understanding. It was as if a light had been turned on and all of a sudden the feelings and sensations that had been suppressed had started to rush forward like the heat coursing through my blood.

All of a sudden I looked around. Oliver was still gazing at me, and then he smiled. He placed a finger in the center of my forehead and softly said, "Do not speak. Take what Malcor gives and become One in our Uniqueness and become Unique in our Oneness."

Two things happened at once as Oliver turned from me and walked to the center of the half circle and stood with his back to his wife while gazing to each of his daughters. First, I couldn't speak. I couldn't make a sound. Comprehension settled in but I was trapped. Second, the sensations that had been suppressed came flooding in a rush as if a dam had broke and I instantly had an erection like none I had ever had!

The sensation of heat continued to course through my veins and arteries but I was now so much more aware of the sensation in my cock. I don't know if my eyes held my shock or what but there was absolutely nothing I could do. I wondered what kind of sick perversion I had fallen into. Try as I might and even with the fear that had joined the heat racing through my body, I couldn't concentrate on anything that would lessen my erection. It was pointing straight at the back of the woman I had only just met.

Oliver spoke again, but this time to all that were in his presence, "Let us now partake of the blessings of Malcor." When he said this there was a chorus that repeated back the response to him.

He continued and so did the chorus of repetition. "May Malcor truly make us One. May Malcor truly keep us Unique. May we all rejoice in the beauty of his love!" After the last chorus of voices rang out, Oliver made some kind of sign with his hands and then removed his robe. His robe came off, but on his arms he had some kind of fabric that reached to his wrists. They almost reminded me of women's leg warmers. The daughters continued to stand as if waiting for a signal. 

Oliver was a big man in many ways. First, he was a tall man, the graying of his hair was not just on his head. His body looked chiseled and firm. His muscles were well defined and sinewy. He did not look to be a man to contend with. Further down above his muscled abdomen was a cock that is hard even now to describe. First he was very big there. Not just in length but he was also very thick. He was uncircumcised but it also looked as if he was protected by some type of sheath. I just couldn't be sure, but he was an awesome specimen of a man. 

His member was starting to rise as he stood gazing at his daughters. He looked back and forth to each one and then when his cock had not only risen to a full erection it had grown in length also. It was huge! His cock head was pointing out of it's sheath and I could feel my cock throb and twitch as I watched. The next thing he did was to pull the arm covers down around his hands and from the inside it looked like he had snapped the ends together. His hands were now completely covered! I still couldn't imagine why.

Finally he made one more comment, "Minds joining as one, bodies burning as one, let us rejoice in our oneness, let us meet in our uniqueness."

When he finished speaking, a wave passed over me and I felt as if I were possessed with the sensations of many others. I felt arousal, from so many different areas but I also felt excitement, apprehension. My eyes were riveted to Sharee who had turned toward me. Her eyes were glazed and she appeared to be in some sort of trance. I felt stirrings in my loins that I had never felt before and I could feel the heat building in the center of my crotch as if that was the only place on my body that had any feeling or sensation.

I could just see to the side of her and Oliver had turned and approached his wife. He brought forth the stool that was by her chair and he sat upon it and then plunged his face into his wife's cunt. The sight alone would have normally made me cum right then and there but I found no release. It just felt like my cock had hardened even more. At the same time, that Oliver went down on his wife all the daughters in unison took the nearby stool sat upon it and impaled their mouths upon their husbands members. Sharee did exactly the same and I felt the exquisite warmth and softness of her mouth as it slid over my already throbbing cock. If I could have come out of the chair I would have right then. I felt as if my balls wanted to explode right then yet once again I did not feel a release but rather the heat increased in my balls and in the area of my prostrate and I became even more rigid.

Sharee was still in a trance-like state but she was performing oral sex on me like I had never had it done. She was expert in her rhythm and movement. Her tongue must have been extremely long because I could feel her tongue lathering my balls with every downward stroke of her mouth. I had never felt those kind of sensations but there was another sensation. I sensed it in the back of my mind like a part of me that wasn't totally connected. I felt as if I was feeling the same thing that Oliver's wife and Sharee's mother was feeling. I was feeling Sharee around my cock, but in my mind I felt the sensation also of a tongue going deep 'inside' me. It was the most erotic feeling and sensation I have ever had. I was becoming lost in the sensation and my mind was clouding to the things going around me and staying tuned to the sensations that was bombarding my cock and brain.

Sharee was caressing my balls and at the same time fucking me with her mouth, lathering my balls with her tongue to the point where nothing else mattered. I could just barely hear her mother moaning loudly and groaning with the sensations of pleasure coinciding with what my brain was telling me. The eroticism of the combination was causing the cum to boil in my balls and I felt like my balls wanted to just rise up inside me as they tightened with the pleasure of the oncoming sensations.

I felt as if the whole universe was centered around my cock and my brain was exploding outward with the sensations of pleasure that were moving outward like ripples or waves on a pond. It was as if my cock and balls had the power of the universe and was just waiting for the moment to come for the big bang. Just when I thought I would pass out with the intensity of the pleasure, I heard Sharee's mom let out a wail, at the same time Sharee went down on my totally taking in my eight or nine inches of man meat, her hands and tongue went for my already tightened balls and then another sensation intruded upon my senses.

I was about to cum with the wail of Sharee's mother echoing in my brain, when I felt something begin to force its way into my rectum. I felt liquid squirt at my asshole and something about the size of a thumb force its way inside me. The next sensation besides the spasm of my anal sphincter was something massaging or rubbing or doing something to my prostate. You have to remember all this happened in the space of seconds and with a shout that I didn't know I had I unloaded my seed deep into Sharee's throat. The sensation of whatever it was on my prostate with the heat flowing through me and the warmth and rhythm of Sharee's performance was all I could handle.

I was aware of Oliver's wife cumming on his tongue and realized that in combination with the sensations that were being applied to me, that was the trigger. I was lost in the sensations my brain was telling me were not my own, and with the continued work that Sharee was doing on my cock. She was making sure that not a drop of my cum left her mouth and there was no way that she was going to let my cock get soft.

My breathing had become hard and fast yet I was not fatigued, rather I felt almost a super-human strength and stamina permeate my being. My cock had not softened even a bit it was hard and I felt as if I needed more. In fact in the back of my mind I felt waves of orgasm course through me, not strong, but definitely there. 

My mind was becoming less foggy and I looked toward Oliver and his wife and realized that at the same time Sharee stood and pushed the stool away, Oliver had done the same thing. Oliver was rising and his massive erection was pointing directly toward his wife's glistening cunt. Even from where I was I could see the redness in her beautiful and pointy breasts and the flush in her cheeks. 

Sharee had risen and had turned her back toward me again, but my cock was aiming straight for her. I could still feel the faint waves of orgasm coursing through my abdomen, and I could feel pressure on my prostate. Not in anyway painful, but rather almost like a little electric shock stimulating it. Sharee looked back at me and then turned and grabbing one of the levers, she lowered the chair just a bit. When she was satisfied she turned back around and as he father began to penetrate her mother, Sharee impaled her cunt on my steel hard prick. \

She was not warm, she was hot and the heat that I felt coming from her was radiating with the abnormal heat that was flowing through me. I felt my cock expand in her already tight cunt and it felt as if the head of my cock wanted to penetrate her cervix. She developed a slow and steady rhythm and as I watched, I realized she was keeping in time with her father's movements. In fact everyone in the semi-circle was keeping pace. It was like a chorus line of erotic Rockettes or something.

When Oliver changed his pace, the daughter's pace coincided with his. When the mother let out a groan, the husband's including myself felt a groan come from deep within. It was uncanny but I had never felt the eroticism that I was feeling now or had just experienced. I had not even been concerned with what was around me until just now.

I was becoming more and more aware of a couple of things. Something was happening in the area of my prostate. I was being massaged from within which was causing an intensity that I had never experienced before. Secondly, Sharee's cunt muscles were milking my cock as if it were an udder on a cow. I felt her cunt muscles surround my cock with muscle moves I had never experienced. At the same time it felt as if her cunt was actually pulling my cock deeper into her. I couldn't explain the feelings and I didn't care. I was lost in the sensation of that and the sensation that was growing in my brain of being filled and yet wanting more. If I could have opened my legs wider I would have. My brain was telling me I was being filled with massive cock and yet my body was delivering the sensation of a cunt trying to squeeze the essence of my seed out of me.




By Invitation Only



I was becoming lost again to the sensation when I happened to look beyond the bent form of the woman giving me the best sex I could have imagined. What I seen at first caused a lump to form in my throat but at the same time I realized the sensations my brain was trying to decipher was causing less concern over things abnormal.

What I saw was beyond imagination. Where Oliver had been was now the biggest gray wolf I had ever seen. Yet I knew it was Oliver. The arm coverlets were still in place and now I knew the reason for them, to prevent scratches to his wife. I thought I was dreaming and yet as I continued to watch I realized that his pace had increased and so had Sharee's. The ladies were still keeping in time with this huge wolf. The other thing was because Oliver's cock was so long, there was space between him and Sharee's mom and what I seen then told me it was no dream. The biggest knot I had ever seen was showing just at the entrance of her mom's cunt. A knot that you would find on any of the dog species.

I was beginning to understand the feeling of fullness yet couldn't comprehend why I had the same sensation. Sharee's pace had quickened and I was becoming lost in the feelings that were colliding with my brain. I was aware of the sensation in my prostate, something had been planted there, what I didn't know, but it was keeping me stimulated while at the same time maintaining a huge erection. I was aware of Sharee forcing herself harder and harder upon my pulsing cock and just when I thought she couldn't go any harder I felt her push me forcefully into the seat. I felt something give and all of a sudden I felt a chorus of howls in the little auditorium.

I felt her cervix give and the muscle of her cervix surrounded the flare of my cock and pinched it in place. She continued to thrash and hump and I noticed the other ladies were doing the same. When I looked over to Oliver, the knot was buried in his wife's cunt and her hips were thrashing and humping in the chair. She was mewling and moaning and crying out, while Oliver in his guise of wolf just growled deep in his chest.

I felt in my mind the spasm of an orgasm as a cock exploded with such force that it filled the space it was in to almost overflowing. At the same time I felt Sharee's cervix squeeze against the head of my cock as her cunt muscles milked me. Whatever was massaging my prostate increased its firmness and I felt the cum begin its path of no return. My mind and senses were becoming attacked from every area with sensations of eroticism and I could feel the muscles in my thighs tighten as my balls also tightened with the pressure of release. 

That familiar feeling of total and unfathomable pleasure that starts at the center of a man's prostate and works its magic through his balls up through the sensitive passage of his cock took hold of me as I felt the suppressed cum begin to force its way past the barriers of arousal. Everything began to take on a surreal sensation and it felt as if time had slowed and I was aware of every feeling and every sensation. I felt the seed traveling the length of my engorged cock and felt the nerve endings signal its passing as it headed to the head and open freedom. I felt the pressure of a spasm as the first wad of my seed made its way into Sharee's uterus. I felt her cunt muscles begin their seemingly slow milking of my cock muscle as another spurt and then another was forced in milking fashion out of my member.

I was still trapped by her cervix as my member had to this point refused to diminish and I felt her using her skill to continue to milk the cum juice from me. I felt her juices mingling with mine and running down my balls as she continued to work her cunt on me. I had no idea I had so much stored up inside me. My brain was telling me that I was being filled with spurt after spurt of cum and at the same time I felt myself filling this girl who had made me one with her.

The throbbing was slowing down, but she was still milking me as I felt my cock 'pop' out of her cervix. She was totally in control and I was in her power. I watched as her father fell out of her mother and as he went to all fours on the floor he licked his wife's cunt and juices with his long wolfish tongue. I continued to feel the sensation in my mind as I watched Sharee remove herself from me and turning around, she cleaned every bit of residue of our passion from me. 

My cock was not as hard but it was still every bit as erect. I was wracked with passion and need for this woman. Where I had been unsure and fearful and apprehensive it was as if I didn't care, but it wasn't the same lack of concern I felt earlier. This came from the intense sense of eroticism that had some how taken a hold of me. I couldn't explain it unless it came from some kind of drug in the drink I had at the meal or whatever it was that had attached itself to my prostate. I could still feel it doing its work and it was keeping me in a state of arousal.

All of a sudden Sharee was done with her preening me and she rose, removed the hooks that secured the flap holding me to the chair and took my hand. I rose from the chair my legs rather stiff and I felt I might collapse.

"You will be fine in a bit, just take a minute." She said.

While I stood there I watched as the other wives took their husbands by the hand and led them from their chairs. They all began to file out the door and I noticed that Oliver and his wife were gone and I hadn't really seen them leave.

"There is one more thing we must do to complete the mating." Sharee said, gazing into my eyes. I found that I could lose myself in her gaze and I was held captive.

"Okay," is all I replied not even knowing what was in store for me or even giving a damn.

As the others filed out, she led me back to the dining area that had been cleaned up while we were out. We were still totally and unabashedly naked and I didn't give it a second thought. She went to the cupboard that her father had gotten the drink that had caused such sensations in me. I thought it might be to have more of it, but she reached in took out a different bottle and a silver medallion. I couldn't see clearly what the medallion looked like, but she led me back to the table where she asked me to take a seat.

I did without the least bit of concern, my mind was still filled with feelings of afterglow and feelings of deep-seated arousal that were anchored just below the surface of my consciousness. I still wanted more of Sharee, I didn't care about the rest of her family or the strange situation with Oliver turning into a wolf. I just knew that I needed her and nothing else.

She poured me a small drink from the bottle that she had procured from the cupboard. "You must drink this." She said handing me the glass. I took it and did so without the slightest hesitation. It tasted a bit different than the one I had at dinner, but when it hit my gut I felt as if it somehow infused my skin with a warmth that was totally different than the other one. Whereas the former drink had felt like warm silver flowing through my blood stream, this made itself known through each and every pore and nerve ending. I had a sense of power, of strength. I felt like running, jumping, chasing!

She watched me as the effects of the drink took hold. "One last thing to do." She took the medallion that she had been holding and showed it to me. "This is the sign of Malcor," she began. "He was our creator, our benefactor, all we are and all we become is because of him." She was matter of fact and didn't appear to feel she needed to explain. The medallion itself looked like silver, it was round with intricate weaving encircling a wolf that was standing on all fours with a look of intense scrutiny.

As I listened and watched she took the medallion and positioning it below her breasts and right on the area of her sternum she pressed the medallion into her skin. What I had not seen were tiny needle points on the back of the medallion. The needle points had pierced her with minute punctures and had drawn blood which collected on the tips of the medallion. She then took the medallion and looking into my eyes first said, "This will not hurt."

She then positioned the medallion on the same part of my chest and looking into my eyes, holding my gaze she said, "My life to yours, by the blessings of Malcor I accept the Oneness of your Uniqueness and the Uniqueness of your Oneness." She then pushed the medallion into my chest, the needles piercing my skin mingling her blood with mine. It was not much more than a pin prick, but I felt the blood draw and begin to swell at the point of each little puncture. Hers had barely bled and had since stopped, but as mine started to drip ever so slightly, she knelt between my legs and placing her breasts in my lap, she began to lick the drops of blood from my chest until the bleeding stopped.

I was curious about the proceeding but not to the point of concern. When she was done, she took the bottle and the medallion back to the cupboard replaced it and came back and took my hand. "Okay," she began, "it will soon be complete." Taking my hand in hers she led me to the outdoors. 

I was surprised to see that night had already fallen and above was a full moon unobscured by any hint of clouds at all. The tree tops looked as if they were all pointing to the moon in reverence as if to some lunar god. The air felt warm which was surprising as it was late in October and up here it should be absolutely chilly by now. Here we were totally naked under the canopy of night and I didn't feel a chill at all.

I looked around and realizing that I didn't see any body I asked Sharee where everyone was. She smiled at me and just said, "They're here. You'll see them shortly and then we will join them."

I just looked back at her and smiled. I continued to look around and then I began to feel the warmth spread through my body like a rush. It was almost what women describe as a hot flash and it spread from my toes, caused my cock to throb with the rush of heat and felt like it was rushing out the top of my head. The next thing I noticed was the night was taking on a new look. I could look out among the trees and just by the light of the moon I could see every twig on every tree and I could even see nocturnal animals scurrying about. It was the strangest sensation.



Then I saw them. Their were a bunch of wolves at the edge of the clearing, there must have been about twenty to twenty five or so, and they were all watching us! I looked at Sharee and she continued to smile, then she asked how I was feeling.

I told her of my sensations and of being able to see the wolves in a pack looking at us. "Yeah," she said with a small chuckle, "that's the family." It was matter of fact and her eyes just twinkled.

She grabbed my hand and started pulling me in the direction of the pack and asked, "Don't you feel like running?"

I had to admit I did and I told her so. "Then lets!" She started to run in the direction of the pack and I followed. I felt a rush, this is what I wanted and I wanted to chase her. I was watching her naked and all I could think of was what I was going to do when I got her. I would ravish her without restraints. I would make her mine, all mine. I felt the warmth start to tingle as I felt my lungs begin to fill with the night air. I was bare footed but the forest carpet felt luxurious under my feet.

As I followed behind her I was becoming aware of an amazing transformation happening right before my eyes. With each bound she was drawing closer to the ground and started running on all fours, her soft and supple skin was becoming matted with a thick growth of reddish fur, her face became elongated and when she turned around to look I could see the same twinkle in her eyes, but she was now a wolf. This happened before my eyes in mere seconds. 

She started running faster chasing after the pack that had ran through sparse growths of trees and foliage. I was doing my best to catch up when all of a sudden a sensation filled my mind. I seen myself in my mind as a wolf, not unlike the one that Oliver had become, I felt the sensations of every one of my nerves and as I sped headlong into the forest, I realized the desire to use my hands to help me run. Just when I thought I would stumble and fall, I felt the earth underneath my front pads, I felt my cock recede back into a sheath as the air rushed past my nose that was at the end of an elongated snout. I felt my tongue want to taste the air as hung to the side of my partially open mouth.

At first I lost sight of the pack but then I caught a scent which registered in my mind as familiar. It was Sharee's scent and I could see her ahead. I ran to her chasing her through brush and forest playfully nipping at her hindquarters. After one decidedly sharp dodge I jumped at her and we toppled on the forest floor. I approached her and sniffed her, smelling her aroused scent, reaching out with my tongue and licking at the source of that.

I felt free, I felt exhilarated, I felt like nothing could stop me. She nudged me and started to trot off and I followed behind her until we came to a sparse clearing deep within the forest which I had loved to hike. She led me to a small copse of brush and promptly lay down there. The smells that came my way were intensified and amplified many times over what I used to be able to smell.

Her wolfish form came to me and she began to nuzzle me with her snout. I could smell the scent of her arousal and it caused my cock to poke from its protective sheath. She placed herself with her back side to me and her tail raised to the side a bit. I moved around and smelled her sex and felt my cock start engorging and lengthening as the pheromones reacted with my wolves brain. I mounted her from behind and my cock found its mark as I thrust into her with wanton abandon.

I was becoming aware of other wolves joining with their mates in the coupling process as the sensations began to flood my brain just like in that lodge room. I was thrusting into her and humping her just like the wild animal I had become. I could feel a new sensation on the strange body as a knot formed on my cock. Through instinct I had to get it lodged in her and I grabbed her around her body and thrust as hard as I could. I felt the area of my knot slide into her and then when I was in her totally I felt it engorge and we were locked.

The sensation I then felt was unlike anything I could have ever imagined. I was thrusting and pumping into her with all the power that I could muster into my hind legs. I could feel my wolf cock bottom out inside of her and instead of a flared cock head mine was now rather pointed and I could feel it enter her cervix. When I would pull back before thrusting again, my knot would catch just inside her cunt and I couldn't go any further, but it created its own pleasure sensation.

I kept humping and thrusting feeling the knot close the entrance to her cunt. In my present form I wasn't concerned about pleasure I just wanted to unload my seed into her. I felt the pressure in my balls and the next time my knot hit the inside walls of her wolf cunt I spewed my cum into and I spewed and spewed. I kept humping and pumping and I could feel my seed fill the inside of her cunt but none escaped because of the size of my knot.

I was finished and yet my knot wouldn't go down. I rested upon her back and then I began to feel rejuvenated again as I felt the urge to begin humping again. I started again and I could feel the cum begin to boil in my cock again as the power of my newfound instinct took over. I humped her fast and furious again and then I felt the seed jet out again mingling and mixing with the first load. It was a different and sensual feeling my cock literally swimming in the cum trapped in her blocked cunt. 

Somehow I knew then that I was spent and I lay again on her back until my knot shrunk back to nothing and I slipped out of my mate. I sniffed her filled cunt and licked where a few drops of cum had spilled then I laid down upon the earth and cleaned myself. A procedure that I was unable to perform in my other form.

I watched as my mate cleaned and licked herself and then lay with her head near my chest.

I don't know what time it was when I awoke, but the sun was shining through the tree tops spreading a warm glow over my body. I awoke and realized I was laying next to Sharee totally naked. She also began to stir and I watched as she stretched marveling in her creamy skin and beautiful complexion. Did I dream last night? I could have sworn I was running with a pack of wolves and I had mated with Sharee as one last night.

I tried to clear the cobwebs out of my mind but for some reason I was aware of other's presence around me. I got up and stretched and realized there were several other naked men and women around. When they noticed I was up they began to come by and greet me. It was only then that I began to get their names and where they fit in the family.

Sharee came up behind me and put her arm around me and just held me as I finished with the greetings of the last few stragglers. When the others had finally left she took my hand and said, "We can take our time going back. I have to tell you some things so that you will more understand what has happened to you. I can tell you this much, I knew when I met you that you were the one promised to me. It was foretold and it came about."

At this point I was not surprised by anything except for maybe one thing. I was amazed at the level of confidence with which I accepted this new phase of my life. I had been a para-normal researcher for many years and had always skirted the fringes of evidence, and yet here I had stumbled right into a nest, or should I say a pack, of evidence.

I also had been a bit of a ladies man. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a male whore or anything like that. I had a few women friends and I knew how to pleasure them, but my mind was blown away with what I had experienced just this last day. I had fallen irrevocably in love with this woman.

Along the way she filled me in with the history of her family going all the way back to the early 1400's. She told me about the persecution and sometimes the loneliness, but also of the bond that her family as well as others have. Yes there are other clans or packs. Most all are entrenched in areas of forest that can be purchased and to a more or less extent be cordoned off. Wanderers are extremely rare due to the rumors that surround certain areas of different forests.

Sharee explained that their lodge was a central meeting area for about seven or eight other 'packs' or families that make their residence in the nearby forests. They are a close knit, protective people who only want for the most part to live their lives in peace and harmony.

I was able to digest all that she shared with me and was easily able to accept it all. I do want to say that she certainly dispelled many of the myths of 'werewolves' but also let me know that some of those same myths have actually helped to protect them.


When we made our way back to the house I was warmly greeted as part of the family and it was not hard for me to develop a routine of help with the maintenance and care of the family. My love for Sharee grows with each day and I never want to leave her. The ritual with which I became one with the family is something we do on a regular basis at each full moon. It keeps our senses attuned to one another and keeps our bonds strong. Once a year we share this celebration with the other 'packs' in the immediate vicinity. It is a wonderful and rewarding life and I choose no other.

With that Paul took a deep sigh and looked at me. Of course I didn't know what to say. 

"You been on drugs or something?" I quipped. Paul just looked a bit mournful and then let out another deep sigh.




By Invitation Only



"No. I told you it would be hard to swallow. But, I will offer you proof." He rose from his chair and for a moment I didn't know what to expect.

He continued, "I wanted to share this with you because of our friendship and because of the fact that I really don't want anything to do with the rest of 'normal' civilization."

I just stared back at him, the time was getting late and I knew he had been concerned about the time. The night was clear and the full moon was just coming above the city lights.

"I don't have much time now, but I do want to thank you for the times of friendship we have had in the past. I will never forget it." He looked around a bit appeared to sniff the air a little and then began again, "I will offer you the proof but Tom, you need to stand back a ways and you need to leave the back door open."

I agreed and after propping it open went to the other side of the kitchen. I was a little apprehensive not knowing what to expect but then he let out a low whistle. The next thing I knew a beautiful and totally naked woman was standing next to him in my kitchen. She had come through the door so fast it had taken me totally by surprise. She was gorgeous with soft creamy white skin. Her eyes shone with a fire that was deep and purposeful. Her breasts were not overly large but round and firm with nipples that poked straight out as if constantly erect. Between her legs was the smoothness of a completely bare pussy. 

I can tell you with all honesty, I got an instant erection. She was any man's and every man's wet dream come true! She stood next to Paul not in the least bit embarrassed and all she did was flash a gleaming white smile. I could have melted.

Paul looked back at me and cleared his throat, which of course woke me out of my trance. "Now for the proof." He said. He began to remove his shoes, socks and then his pants and shirt. 

At this point all I could do was say, "Whoa, what are ya doing buddy?"

He just looked up and said, "Give 'em to Goodwill or something." Then he was standing in front of me totally naked. His skin ruddy but firm. He then added, "Are you ready?"

All I could think of was 'am I ready for what?' "Uh, yea, I guess so."

Within seconds, and it caused me to freeze where I stood, they had both transformed into the very wolves they had told me about. I couldn't say anything, I couldn't move, I just stood there shocked into stillness. Quickly the female wolf sprinted for the door and then the male wolf. But at the door it stopped momentarily and looked back for only a moment. It was a moment I would never forget. It almost looked as if it smiled at my situation. Then it bounded out the door and was gone.

The only thing that I had to even show that he had been there were the clothes strewn on the floor and the notes I had copiously taken.

Proof? I can't offer you any proof. I even went back weeks later to the area he had told me to look for the lodge and I couldn't find it. In fact I had gotten so lost the forest rangers had to come and show me the way out. Proof? The only proof was what I had witnessed. I know what I saw, and I believed in that brief glimpse all he had told me. Can I explain it? No. Paul didn't share with me the history of this family or the packs. He didn't even explain to me about the mentioned Malcor. I have tried, like any good journalist to research anything and everything I could about the particulars including this Malcor and I can't find a single reference.

I do know this though. I have camped in some of the forests that Paul has mentioned and I do believe there were times when I could have sworn I was not alone and then I might see some woodland animals scamper away or birds take flight.

I never saw Paul again and the only reason I have taken the time to put this to paper is because of the recent wolf attacks that have been taking place with the deforestation in various areas of our country. I believe we must be careful with the resources we have, and be protective of all the denizens of our forests.



By Invitation Only



I sat quietly. Contrite.

My husband Bill stalked back and forth in front of me. Seething.

I couldn't imagine him (I didn't want to imagine him) anymore angry than he was right now. He had every right to be angry. I don't know what angered him more: the red welts across my ass, cum splattered breasts, or my inability to explain any of it.

Earlier today I was baking for Bill's birthday. He loves chocolate chip cookies. I was surprised to discover that I was out of sugar, so I headed next door to Beth and Mike's. In the year since they moved in, Beth and I have become fast friends. We have that kind of "open door" policy good friends and neighbors often have. We talk about everything including sex. Lately - mostly sex. I thought I had a fairly complete understanding of Beth and Mike's sex life.

I didn't.

I crossed into their backyard and walked right to their kitchen door. I didn't knock; I simply opened the door and walked right on in. That's when I saw them.

They were bent over the kitchen table.

Well actually Mike was the one bent over the table. Beth was bent over Mike; fucking him hard, really really hard. She was wearing this huge strap-on dildo that looked more like the business end of a baseball bat. A loud slap-slap-slap thundered in the room as hip met butt and that huge fucking dildo disappeared into Mike's ass again and again and again. It was mesmerizing.

Then the strangest thought entered my mind, I wondered how long it would take Mike's rectum to return to normal after Beth was done fucking him. Strange thing to think - huh?

I should have left right then - they would never have noticed that I was ever there. Even if they did notice - a quick "excuse me" coupled with a hasty retreat would have been better than what I did. I did nothing. I stood there and watched.

Okay, I didn't exactly do nothing. I started doing something, something I shouldn't have done - I touched myself. I pushed my hand into my shorts, under the elastic of my panties and into the unexpected wetness of my cunt. I touched myself to the rhythm of Beth's brutal fucking of Mike's rectum.

When Beth grabbed Mike by his hair and pulled him upright I tilted my own head back - though I could still see them. He cried out as he rose up off the table and for the first time I saw his cock. It was hard and glistening. A thread of clear fluid stretched from the tip of his cock to the table. I clearly remember observing that Mike's cock seemed about the same size as my husband Bill's.

I watched his cum shot out onto the table. It was only when Beth disengaged from his ass with a loud pop that I made my presence known.

I watched in fascination at the way Mike's rectum remained open after Beth's withdrawal. That's when I came - loudly - my knees buckling beneath me as I slid into a heap on the floor.

I returned home - clothes in hand, cum splattered breasts, and whip marks across my ass. Bill had arrived home just a few minutes before me. If only I had returned earlier.

I should have been crying. I should have been begging for forgiveness. I should have been able to express some form or manner of coherent reason and explanation - some plea for understanding. Except I couldn't understand what had happened.

"I can't explain it," I said to Bill.

"Don't you move until I get back!" Bill warned. He stormed out of the house.

At least I finally had some quiet time to think. I sat there and tried to understand what had happened.

I've always had a very imaginative fantasy sex life. But my fantasies had always been just that. But today, I had nothing that could explain today.

I could still see Beth walking toward me, that dildo pointing right at me. I was unable to resist, let alone run home. She took my hand and led me to the table Mike had just cum all over. I barely registered my ankles being tied to the table legs. It was only when my breasts made contact with the sticky, cool cum on the table top that I realized I was completely naked - when had that happened?

To say I was shocked when I felt Beth's tongue pierce my cunt would be an understatement. I had never even kissed another woman let alone in anyway that was remotely sexual. When her nose pushed against the rosebud of my ass I was beside myself. No less surprising was Mike pushing his cock into my mouth. I struggled against that until Beth started whipping my ass - with what I didn't know.

Then I felt the dildo. Pressure first, then yielding, pain giving way to discomfort, then fullness - emptiness - fullness - emptiness - and oh so god damn fucking full. And then the pleasure came, the ohmygod undeniable ecstasy that went on and on and on. It certainly took my mind off Mike's cock.

My orgasm wasn't that big a surprise - there is a certain inevitable result that occurs with that much rhythmic stimulation - that it was followed by more orgasms, each stronger then the one preceding was mind-boggling. I barely noticed Mike taking hold of my hair and lifting my mouth from his cock as his hot cum spattered my breasts. Coherent thought evaporated like a morning mist. Beth's cunt replaced Mike's cock in front of me and I dutifully complied with her directions. That I was licking Beth's pussy was no more unexpected than the feeling of Mike's cock pushing into me. They traded places, back and forth, as they double-teamed me.

Then it was over and I was just standing there, outside my kitchen door, clothes in hand. I can see my opening the door and entering. Bill looking up and seeing...me...as I was.

Now, sitting quietly, I replayed those scenes dozens of times. And for all my efforts I couldn't for the life of me explain the why of what had happened. The sound of the back door opening and closing woke me from my reverie.

I stared, dumbstruck, as Bill entered and walked very slowly past me, clothes in hand.

He was stark naked. His cock hung red, limp and clearly spent. Instinctively I knew that he had fucked Beth - fucked her long and hard. And for reasons I could not fathom I wasn't angry with him - if anything, I was proud of him.

He didn't say a single word as he passed. I turned, as much from curiosity as expectation. "Bill?"

The red glow of his butt, the gingerliness of his gait, and the lengthening drips of semen from the small of his back explained more than words ever could. I watched as he walked slowly down the hall toward our bedroom.

"Bill?" I was still sitting where he had left me. More confused now then anything else. "Can I join you in the shower? Please?"

He nodded and I rose quickly. Well as quick as I could since the chair came with me - we were glued as it were. The chair clattered to the floor as gravity released it from me - I ignored the implication.

The hot water felt good and I actually enjoyed feeling the remnants of semen disappear down the drain. Dried and dressed Bill and I returned slowly to some semblance of normalcy.

Dinner was pleasant enough. Bill said nothing about what had happened to him or asked anything further of my own experiences. Everything was calm until Bill asked if I'd made anything for dessert.

I remembered the chocolate chip cookies - and my quest for sugar. Tears erupted out of my eyes and I stammered out an apology that entailed pointing in the general direction of Beth and Mike's place. Bill nodded in understanding and we both sat silently for a moment. Bill broke the silence.

"Mike said that he and Beth are hosting an adults only party at a hotel downtown and they want us to attend..." Bill seemed preoccupied as he spoke.

"They've invited us to a swingers party?" I was surprised by the tone of excited expectation in my voice. 

"Not exactly." Bill looked toward Beth and Mike's. He paused again. "They want us to be the door prize."

My husband turned back to me and gazed deeply into my eyes. He smiled a very warm and love filled smile. "I said - count us in."

I started to blush and unconsciously fanned myself with my hand. I thought about Mike and Beth - they certainly weren't going to be "just neighbors" any more. I thought about Bill and I - okay, I tried to think about us but really couldn't think very clearly at all. Mostly because I was thinking that if I leaned forward just a bit and squeezed my thighs I might be able to cum. I was right.

Bill looked at me raised his eyebrows, chuckled, and looked down at the table.

I wondered if it could support our weight. 



By Invitation Only



I received my invitation from you in the post. I knew it was from you as I recognised your handwriting. It merely gave an address, a date and a dress code. It gave me a few days to prepare.

After much anticipation the night finally arrived. I put on what the instructions told me: high heels, black stockings, a tight black skirt with a white blouse and black bra with a long overcoat on top. I took a taxi round to your flat, the driver constantly peering down my unbuttoned blouse. I walk up the stairs to your door and wait outside. I can feel my pussy already begin to moisten with anticipation; I've no idea what the night might hold. I take one final look at the invite to ensure I have the right address before following your final instruction. I take the blindfold out from my pocket and place it over my eyes before ringing your doorbell.

It seems an eternity before the door swings open and I hear your sultry voice inviting me inside. I gingerly step over the threshold as you lead me inside. I stand still and feel you move behind me, slipping off my coat. Next I feel your hands slip round me and under my heavy breasts, undoing the final few buttons of my blouse. Next to go is my skirt, by the time it hits the floor you are already un-hooking my bra. You've barely touched me yet but already my nipples are painfully stiff and I can feel moistness developing between my legs. I don't realise it but we are standing in your living room with the curtains wide open so anyone can see me as they walk past.

You take me by the hand and lead me through to another room. You push against me and I fall backwards onto what feels like a bed. Lying flat, you hook your thumbs into my knickers and ease them down, a string of my pussy juice clings to them as you slide them down my toned pale legs. I feel painfully exposed. You take one of my arms and stretch it above my head; I feel cool metal against my wrist and hear the click of a ratchet. Handcuffs! You pull my other arm up to join it and fix the cuff to my wrist. Both my arms are stretched above my head. Next you repeat the process with my legs. Fully restrained, I don't have much room for manoeuvre. I can hear your soft footsteps padding around the room, I hear you leave.

I don't know how long it is till you return, maybe a minute, or five, ten, maybe thirty even. All the time my anticipation is building, my waxed exposed pussy is getting wet, wondering what is going to come next. Finally you return, you lean over the bed and kiss me on the mouth. Slow and sensual with your hot tongue pushing into my mouth, I strain against my bonds to kiss you deeper. You break off leaving me wanting more and kiss down my neck and along my collarbones. Your light kisses leave a trail down my body as you work your way down, paying extra attention to the underside of my breasts, you know that drives me wild. You tease my nipples with your teeth, pulling them taught causing me to yelp with pain and excitement. This slow burning sensuality is leaving me aching for the main course, but you haven't finished teasing me yet. 

My thighs are next for your kisses and your hot lips drive me wild, I try thrusting my hips forward but you push me back down, ignoring the pleas of my pussy for attention. Next thing I know the doorbell goes and you leave to answer it, I hear some hushed voices from the next room. More people! But how many and what will you have them do? They move into the same room as me, I've no idea how many there are but there are lots of footsteps. I'm right on the edge of cumming and I haven't even been touched yet, you know I've always wanted to be an exhibitionist. It doesn't take long before the first set of hands is upon me, straight for my breasts, cupping them and squeezing my nipples. I can tell they belong to a man by the strength and roughness of them. The next one starts trailing his fingers up my thighs. 

I feel more hands on my breasts, I loose count of the hands on me as I wallow in their undivided attention. They can't stay away from my dripping pussy for long; I feel my lips spread exposing my pink pussy for all to see. Someone else runs their fingers along my lips whilst another circles my clit. My back is arched and my muscles are taught, it won't be long till I cum, hard. The pressure on my clit increases and I cum hard, thrashing against the cuffs and crying out loud. As I reach the peak of my pleasure I feel a hot load of cum rain down onto my breasts, it's quickly followed by more on my face and I open my mouth to taste some of that hot salty load. More follows onto my clit and face before a fifth load splatters against my breasts. The groans of pleasure from the men drown out the cries from my own second orgasm.

No sooner than the guys have emptied themselves than I feel several hot pairs of lips and tongues on my body. The cum is being lapped up from my sticky body, the attention is wonderful, one is licking my face and giving me a cum-filled kiss, two have a breast each, one is licking my tummy and another has made her way between my thighs. I feel her sucking my swollen pussy lips into her mouth and pulling them out, tight. She takes long slow lingering licks of my saturated pussy from my ass all the way up to my hard clit. The cuffs dig into my wrists as I fight my bonds, my orgasm is rising in me, once again I cum, even harder than previously, all the time my clit is being sucked furiously. With one final spasm I collapse, spent down onto the bed.

You remove the blindfold to let me see my tormentors. Five females and their male partners smiling down at me, I look across at you to see your mischievous grin beaming at me as you stand with video camera in hand. You always knew I wanted to be the centre of attention in a bukkake session. You leave me to doze off after my exertions. When I awake I pad through to the lounge to watch my exploits back on TV with you... 



By Invitation Only



*Special thanks to Endcredits for his editing and feedback*

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She would have left had she not felt the heartbeat of the building pulsing under her hand. Standing in an elaborate peacock costume in front of a dilapidated warehouse, she thought how ridiculous she must look. But, she reminded herself, inhibited women do not stand on public streets in feathers. Her ex obviously was wrong about her. She could and would change. Balling her fingers into a fist, she rapped at the door feeling ready to retreat if not quickly answered. Three feet from the wet asphalt, a white theater mask with an elongated nose revealed itself through a small window. Two brown eyes rolled over her as she held up the invitation. 

She found the invitation wedged in the back of the drawer that had once contained her former boyfriend's clothes. It'd been a couple of months since she dumped those items into a garbage bag and thrown them at him as he walked into the apartment they had shared. Closing her eyes, she could still remember the image of a nude female smiling as she intertwined around her ex-lover's frame. The asshole had actually taken photographs of his affairs. Finding a whole scrapbook, she flipped through his indiscretions one page at a time. The sound of the door sliding open released her from the familiar path her mind was wandering. 

She stared down at the figure in the doorway. The white mask fit oddly on the oversized head of a dwarf in a tuxedo with a top hat. Accustomed to people staring, the dwarf narrowed his hardened eyes. He reached out his tiny white-gloved hand in expectation.

"Excuse me?" She could not take her eyes off the hat that almost doubled his height.

"Card, Lady." His voice was deep with unusual pitch changes.

"I'm sorry. I ..."

"Nobody gets to keep 'em. Host decides who comes back or not," he responded, beckoning the invitation.

"Yes, of course, I was just going ask..."

"No answers here, Ma'am. Don't see nothing. Don't know nothing." The rude little man pulled the invitation free. 

She opened her mouth to ask again about the place she had just entered, but he motioned her away. Soddering off to a small stool by the door, he faded into the shadows. Alone, she walked deeper into the lush hall. Stubbing her toe on a stone planter, Melody steadied herself against the plush purple wallpaper silently cursing. With the other hand, she reached down to rub her injury before moving away from the guilty Kentia palm tree. She looked about the foyer to consider the contrast between the neglected facade and the rich interior. Melody knew the anxiety little Alice in Wonderland must have felt falling down the rabbit hole. She was experiencing the same sensation being crowded by her costumed likeness trapped in various mirrors hanging at odd heights on the walls. Fleeing to the end of the hall, she pushed back the heavy parlor curtains to the main room. The massive ballroom projected a scene that could have been straight out of a medieval masquerade ball if not for Evanescene's song "Bring Me to Life" pouring through the modern sound system. 

A fever enveloped the menagerie of costumed strangers dancing as the singer's lyrical plead echoed the beat of their steps. Like a diamond cut of rainbows, the disco ball rained down a thousand droplets of light. Silhouettes flickered against the walls as smoke curled about the floor. Swollen metallic balloons bounced over Fairytales figures brought to life by sequins, feathers and beads.

Many in attendance chose beautiful costumes of angels, princesses, and knights. Others were wanton and wild in animalistic attire. Few dressed in a more peculiar and strange styles. Even fewer were frightening and downright morbid as if finding delight in the freak-show attractions of old time carnivals. They turned, moved and danced like they were caught in a dream. 

A nervous anticipation percolated in her stomach. Standing at the entrance, she recalled the words from the invitation: "Incognito: Mask & Costume Required. Invitation only". Not in her wildest dreams would she have imagined that her impromptu decision would lead to this. Knowing her ex, she would have guessed the invitation would have led to some private uptown spot. She figured she'd get a taste of the dark side with few witnesses. She would prove to herself that he had been wrong about her. She was no prude. She just needed to find something to set her free. Now here, she would have never thought a place like this existed. Strangely, it seemed like the key she was looking for to unlock herself.

People must have come from all over as hundreds packed the main room. Spiral staircases led up to metal grate balconies containing even more partygoers. It was like the whole city was packed inside of the club. The decadence mesmerized Melody freezing her at the door. She had definitely found her way into a Wonderland, though not Alice's. It was a playground for adults freeing the participants to be whatever their heart desired. 

She had chosen to be a beautiful bird. A glorious peacock tail that spread out around her like starshine surrounded her shapely body. Each feather cast the sparkle of fireworks. Tied around her dark hair, a bird mask shielded half her face. The yellow beading of the small curved beak brought out her amber eyes making their cat shape look more exotic. 

Suddenly, a hand reached out and pulled her into the crowd before she could react. The man who grabbed her hand was an incredible sight. A red feather plume shot from the side of his crimson hat as large as his shoulders were broad. Standing six feet five inches tall, he wore a renaissance-style jacket and fitted pants in the gaudiest of red velvet. A gold cloak rippled in the air over his left shoulder as they danced. She was taken back by the contrast of the mask, as he pulled her close. Instead of feathers or simple silk, he wore a grotesque partial skull that covered the top of his face. Fascinating and horrific, the mask begged her to reach out and touch the monstrosity. 

"Lovely tail." His rich baritone voice relaxed her as he spoke directly into her ear. He maneuvered his hand close to the small of her back, drawing near to the feathers blooming from the curve of her bottom.

"You like it?" She purred enjoying the warmth of his touch. 

"What?" He shouted back with a smile.

"YOU LIKE IT?" she raised her voice over the noise.

"Oh, I do," he said. "Are you here with anyone?"

"No," she answered enjoying the flicker of light in his eyes. 

"Who brought you here?" he asked his interest growing. "How do you know about my establishment?"

"Your establishment?" She asked surprised. "You own this place? What is it?"

"Heaven for sinners," he winked back. 

"Seriously?" she spoke in the direction of his ear as he folded her back into his arms. Her hands sliding down his arms feeling the masculine ridges. 

"What did you think it was?" His mouth pulled slightly to the right creating a dimple in his cheek.

Her mind failed her as to give her a clever response. The motion of their bodies took the words from her mouth. Pressed against the velvet expanse of his solid chest, she felt the heat of attraction making her glow. 

"You know where you are, right? Why they come here?" the edges of his mouth fell as he straightened to his full height.

"No," she said dismissively back despite his changing demeanor.

"Where did you get an invitation?" he asked a little too seriously. 

"My ex's drawer. I found it and thought..." her words pinched off by the grip of his hand pulling her from the dance floor.

"You shouldn't be here. Do you want to get into trouble?" his voice demanded a response. 

"I'm not a child. Take your hands off on me," she snapped, pulling her arm free from his grasp. "So, I crashed your fancy dress up party. For fuck sake, I'll just leave. You don't have to be a condescending asshole. I've had all of that I can take lately." 

He paused and a grin slowly crawled back across his lips. 

"Ex, huh, you come here checking up? Wanting to see who he's bangin' now?" he laughed enjoying his little joke at her expense. "He liked getting a little bit of the strange on the side then?"

"Don't laugh at me," she glared back at his mocking. She fought the urge to smack the mask off his smug face. "What my ex did or didn't do is none of your damn business."

"Oh, so sorry," he seemed only half-sincere. "Maybe you didn't know?"

"I'm not an idiot," she spit out her contempt. The talk of her ex had made her temper a little quicker then normal.

"No, of course not." He lost his smile for a brief moment. "Let's start again. You have a lovely tail. I've always been a fan of peacocks." 

She had forgotten about her attire. Her hand went unconsciously to the turquoise feathers closely intertwined over her bustier that matched her black thong. 

"Really," she cooed, "Why don't I give you a better look?"

She spun slowly letting his eyes take in every sparkling detail. Feeling more like a lioness then a peacock, she strutted, enjoying his apparent admiration. She was attracted to the man even if his attitude could use some work. After all, she came here to exercise some carnal demons, not to find her Prince Charming. Tonight, she would drink deeply from the well of earthly pleasures and let reason shine its caustic light in the morning.

"Now, I stay," her words were more a statement then a question.

"Yes, but I don't believe you are fully aware of..."

"I am fully aware of you," she slid closer not wanting to leave.

"As I am you. However, I need to know was really brought you here, if not spying on the ex?" he eyed her curiously. 

"Honestly, I don't know..to be someone else for a little while? Do something wild?"

"Ahhh, I see." He shook his head in agreement with her statement. 

"Yes," she hesitated, "What exactly is this place?" 

"Think of it as a house of fantasy."

"I see," she looked about the large room not really catching his full meaning. "Are there drinks in this house?"

He waved at a curvy cat woman with ebony skin holding a tray. The leather-clad feline blew off a muscular Egyptian jackal to whom she had been speaking. Stretching out her long legs, her stiletto heels carried her to his side. Standing a little too close, her long nails traced his shoulder as she brushed her large breast against him as he spoke. Melody could understand the woman's reaction. His fitted pants outlined his muscular thighs and buttocks in a way that would make a nun break her vows. Narrow at the waist, the lines of his body expanded outward to accommodate a well-developed chest and shoulders. Drawing her eyes upward, she judged his hair to be longer then average and unruly. His hat and ears seemed to be fighting to keep raven tangles in their place. Obtaining two glasses of red wine, he turned his back to a very displeased pussycat. Melody half expected the woman to hiss at her. Instead, the slighted kitty slinked back into the crowd stealing glances as she left.

"So, why costumes?" Melody queried watching the retreating cat tail.

"Who could resist being someone ...or something else?" he enjoyed the way her eyes roved over him. "It is what you want, isn't it?"

"Yes, I guess a certain anonymity does bring out the devil in us all " she said directing his attention to the bar. 

A group of partygoers gathered around a female harlequin whose cleavage cradled a shot for a man in donkey suit. A young blonde man slid off an exaggerated donkey head and set it on the bar before giving his friends a signal. Then, he directed his attention back to the jovial harlequin and leaned forward to lick the salt from her neck. With a certain expertise, he plucked the liquor free from her valley of her breast before the liquid disappeared down his throat. Flinging the empty glass to the counter, the man picked up his companion and spun her around sucking out the lemon wedge from her lips. A cheer roared up from the crowd as the harlequin snatched back the rind with her teeth. The young man responded by carrying her back to the bar and motion for another round.

Feeling him draw near, she turned closing the gap between them. She wanted to touch the curl peeking out from behind his ear. 

"They do know how to have a good time," his voice dropped an octave.

"Who?" she responded without thinking.

"My guests," he smiled looking over her mask like it held the capacity for expressions.

"Oh...yes...looks like fun," she glanced toward the bar.

"We could have fun," he reached out to touch the tiny curved beak. "We could have a lot of fun."

"Yes, we could." Her stomach fluttered at the suggestion. "What's your name?"

"Bad girl...house rules. No names," he tapped her beak to punctuate the remark.

"House rules? Who made those up?"

"I did. My house, my rules." 

"I guess I'll just have to call you Big Daddy?" she suggested half-joking. 

He leaned into her in response to the remark. She waited for the words to come or something more as he lingered inches from her face. Through his cadaverous covering, his eyes were shades of green and blue twisting like a kaleidoscope. The color was hypnotizing. His chin was square and slightly dusted with fresh stubble. She could smell red wine on his breath. On his upper lip, a tiny vertical scar lined the right peak. The bottom lip was plump and perfect for kissing. Her own mouth began to tremble in anticipation. 

"Are you feeling the devil tonight?" he spoke the words against her lips making her mouth slightly part. 

Nervous excitement hung in the air as their eyes held each other. Every inch of her tingled, but the tension mounted as neither moved. She decided to play his game. Her hand slid across his shoulder, and found the fold of his collar. Slipping under his jacket, she traced his collarbone with her fingers. A thunder moved through her palm making her wonder if it was her heart or his pounding. Then, she moistened her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue and turned her half-closed eyes to him.

"Yes, and he feels divine," she whispered holding their proximity for a moment before slowly drawing back. 

He wanted to reach out, to reciprocate. A heat bubbled from deep inside him to linger between them. Lust violently ripped through him. Seduction gleamed in her gaze. She was undeniably intriguing to him. It was a policy of his to never mix with the clientele. However, she wasn't really an invited guest, which left enough gray area to justify his actions. She wanted him now and that would suffice. How often did he really let himself enjoy his own house? He wanted to make her plump lips moan. She slid her wine glass back into his hand before slipping away from him.

"Not so fast," she taunted walking backwards. "You really think I'm going to make it that easy?"

"No ... I," he stammered, frustrated by the retreat.

Bounding into the crowd, she looked over her shoulder and blew him a kiss. As if by cue, a wall of falling confetti separated them. Instantly, the mob went mad reaching toward the heavens. Bouncing bodies pressed against and folded around her. She weaved her way like an electric eel through the mass as adrenaline pumped through her veins. From the rafters, men swung from ropes dumping buckets of silver paper. A large moon hung overhead drawing her attention. Losing herself in the madness of the moment, she decided to follow the smiling lunar face and hoped he was still in pursuit. 

Waving like feathered fingers, her tail marked her winding progress through the sea of people. Once the confetti cleared to a trickle, he handed off the empty glasses to a confused man. Then, he plunged into the dance floor after her. He watched as the peacock eyes bobbed right and then left. Exiting into a hallway, she made her escape. It was all surreal to him. When he should be minding his business, he was chasing some little tart like a third grader. However, the pull he felt when she walked through that door was undeniable. A primitive instinct seized better judgment and exiled it for the evening.

Her shadow cast long down the hall. Realizing too late that she'd separated from the crowd, she thought about turning back. However, a motion deep in the corridor caught her attention. A faint light traced the outline of two figures huddled together. Curiosity getting the better of her, she pressed back into the wall trying to avoid drawing attention. Straining to hear, she barely made out the whispers of the couple. 

"Please..." a young male voice pleaded. A mumble excitedly answered back as slender arms emphatically gestured. The girl was very small with unusually long hair. The shadows melted into one as more muffled words were exchanged. "Yes," a feminine voice rose from a hush. Her answer slipped by on the cool breeze suddenly blowing past Melody. They had opened a door at the end of the hallway. A hint of stairs showed through the doorframe as a puddle of light flooded the floor. A tall young man in a pirate costume led the way as a striking pastel fairy held on to his arm. Putting her index finger over her mouth, the fairy turned her glittering pale blue mask in Melody's direction. Then, the light was swallowed by blackness with the close of the door. In the new darkness, Melody heard her pursuer approach. 

"Come out. Come out, wherever you are," his voice echoed strangely off the walls as a Smashing Pumpkins song played in the distance.

Turning in his direction, Melody felt her skin flush with excitement.

"Here," she spoke softly focusing her attention on him. The plume from his hat almost touched the ceiling as his presence filled the entire hall. She couldn't help but think he reminded her of a gothic hero. He was dark, dangerous and mysterious. All the things that aren't supposed to make a good girl hot. 

"What did you see?" he replied positioning directly in front of her. Placing his hands on the wall, he boxed her in with his arms. Her scent was spicy and heavy with jasmine. Her doe-like stare made him want to plunge into her tight little body. 

"Nothing...just... a distraction," she decided it was better to not try to explain about the couple she had been eavesdropping. Besides, he was looming so very close. 

"Is that what you want...a distraction?" his words came out heavy.

"Yes" she replied as her fingers traced the bony contour of his mask. 

With her other hand, she slid off his hat. His ebony locks hair fell in loose waves she caught between her fingers. Soft and silky, the strands slipped through her grasp springing free into lazy curls. He shook his head tossing the hair out of his eyes. Looking down at her, soft light fell across the right side of his face making the hollows of his eyes dark and leaving the left side in shadow.

"You look spooky in this light," her voice was barely audible.

"Do I frighten you?"

"No" 

"Then why are you shaking?"

"I don't know."

"I do."

He did not let her speak, but captured her words in his kiss. Coaching her mouth open, he brushed the inside of her bottom lip with his own. She opened wider for him. The taste of wine had never been so sweet as it was on him. Like a strong hand on a tired back, the circular motions of his tongue relaxed her in places she hadn't know where tight. The goose-bumped flesh arms rose in rippled salute as her nipples contracted. He grasped the left cup of her bustier pulling it down to free her breast. He cupped it in his hand as he worked down her chest in a path of hungry kisses. She fought against her innate sense of propriety.

"I don't know him. We are in public. Someone will catch me," she thought.

Instead of controlling her desire, the thought made it flare. She'd come here looking for a night to remember. Now, given the opportunity, she needed to seize the moment. Pushing against his growing erection, she ground her hips ground against his pelvis. He wrapped his mouth around her hardened nipples and lightly scraped his teeth. The tender skin stung with pleasure. Feeling her release the zipper of her shorts in open invitation, he slid his fingers into her parting the folds of her inner flesh to find her clit. Pinching it between his first knuckles, he drew out and back. The air hissed as she sucked it in between her teeth.




By Invitation Only



Satisfied with her reaction, he stayed the path of concentration nerves between her swollen clit and soaking wet hole. Her hips thrust forward as she spread further for him. Dipping deeper into her dewy heat, he reveled in the feel of her slippery wet need. He applied more pressure with the increasing strength of her grasp. A thousand stars burst under her closed eyelids as her head grew dizzy. She couldn't believe how close she was to coming. He refused to let her finish. Over and over, he would take her to the edge then pull her back. A pulse beat between her legs. A voice inside her begged for release. Desperate, her normal self-restraint was crumbling under raw lust. She needed to make him weak. To make him as helpless and pliable as she was under his fingers. The fingers that tortured her flesh with ecstasy.

Fighting the fabric of his elaborate costume, she forced her hand into the front of his pants breaking his hand free from her. His oblique flex at her touch. His tight stomach muscles presented no hindrance in the path of her descending arm. His skin was hot and damp against her flesh. Hunger for control, she grasped his swollen rod in her hand. Twisting at the wrist, she slid up and down his length. She felt every vein and ripple move under her palm. Stroking his cock, she marveled, as he grew impossibly thicker. His skin moved in her hand like stretched latex over rock. It's incredible hardness shocked and called to her. She wanted him inside of her. Her fingers spread over his expanding mass pumping it in her soft grip until he growled, pushing her away. The smell of sex vibrated in the air. 

"Let's go somewhere else," his voice was raw and husky. 

"I don't know," she replied, struggling to breathe. Her body still ached for relief. "How do I know I'm safe?"

"Trust me," he replied his eyes searching for confirmation.

"How can I?" she replied. "I don't know you."

"Please," he whispered against her ear as if in pain. 

He pulled back. For a minute, he posed in front of her with his arms curled left in the direction of the door. Then, turning slowly, he walked away to where the earlier couple had disappeared. She shifted against the wall readjusting her clothes. Losing her doubt with his distance, she followed him. The hair on her arm stood on end as the cool breeze from the open door. Looking into the light, she saw his shape ascend the stairs. His pace was such she thought he would leave her behind. But, he reached back and took her hand. 

The stairs led to a hall that reminded her of an upscale hotel. The long corridors were lined with paisley carpeting and lit by golden leafed wall sconces. Each door had numbers etched on it, but she noticed they were not sequential. The place was unusually quiet. If it had not been for the sound of their steps, Melody would have believed she'd gone deaf. Trying to figure out the pattern of the room numbers, she hadn't realized they had reached the elevator at the opposite end until the bell sounded as the doors opened. 

A couple stepped out holding hands. The woman was laughing as she straightened the simple red mask that matched the red cross on her nurse's uniform. Her date, looking like a masked Popeye the Sailor Man in his naval whites, tipped his hat at Melody and her companion as they walked past. Melody turned to the man holding her hand. 

"Is this a hotel too?"

"No," he responded pressing the number four button in the elevator.

"Oh...then what were those rooms?" she asked slightly confused.

"Just part of the club," he murmured pulling her into his arms.

"Like VIP rooms?" She nuzzled her head into his chest.

"Yes, something like that," he answered as he brushed her hair back from her neck.

He tasted the sweet salt of her skin as he kissed her neck. Knowing it to be a short ride to the top, he withdrew his mouth to control his body's reaction. He looked at the beading of her mask to center his thoughts when he noticed her eyes had a far away look. He considered asking her again if she was sure about what they were about to do. But, he was afraid she would say no. No use in pushing his luck. Anyway, if she started talking too much, it may ruin the night for him. A woman knew how to kill a mood with words faster then any man knows how to repair it. 

Besides, as long as she was holding on to him, he would assume that was a good sign. He'd make her forget all about her ex and her inhibitions. Part of him, despite his house rules, needed to the see the rest of her face, but he also knew that would complicate matters. His life was complicated enough. He would see every inch of what God gave her later. That would have to be enough. 

When the elevator door slid back, Melody saw a woman with wild curly hair crouching in French maid outfits beside a curtained cart. Jumping up nervously, she looked up at them and smiled awkwardly. Then, she opened the door in front of her cart. A man's voice broke the silence of the hall. 

"Venga, mamacita," a man pleaded from the room. 

"Se pega la rueda," she responded with frustration.

"Lo fijaré," the man echoed back.

Melody tried to look in the room as they walked past, but could not see around the girl's mass of hair. Though people may have once or twice called her naïve, she was not stupid. Something was up with those VIP rooms. She assumed that was where he was leading her. So, she would know soon enough. If he hadn't known how to touch her just right, her curiosity would have almost won the struggle in the war between her body and mind. Later, after she wore herself out with the red velvet giant with magic fingers, she promised to go Nancy Drew on this place. 

"What's their problem?" she asked not trying to sound too interested.

"The cart," he answered distracted.

He let go of her hand as he searched for something in his coat pockets. Hearing the jingle, she saw him pull out a mass of room keys and begin to flip through the ring. She looked up to see a gladiator standing at the end of the hall holding out his hand to impede their progress. The hulking figure fidgeted as they got closer to him. His reaction made him appear to shrink two inches in height as he lowered his arm. Stepping to the side to reveal a door, he stared uncomfortably at her companion who singled out a key and inserted it into the lock.

"Didn't know it was you, Boss," the gladiator replied avoiding eye contact.

"You're fine. Call George to fix the wheel on the cart for 4363." 

"I thought guests weren't allowed on the roof," the gladiator looked from his employer to Melody.

Her companion motioned for Melody to enter in the passage. As she stepped past him to another set of stairs, she filled with awe from the view that filled her eyes. A black satin sky twinkled with the glow of the heavens. She looked back to see if he was behind her. He still stood at the base of the steps facing the gladiator who was hidden by the wall. 

"She not 'a guest'. She's my guest. Now, watch this door and not a word to the others. I don't want any interruptions," he directed the man pulling the door shut.

Looking up at her shadow surrounded by the night, his mouth cracked into a devilish grin as her excited laughter hung in the air. The cool night wrapped around her making the air bite with chilly teeth. Unable to control her laughter, she saw him bounding up the dark passageway like an eager child. The mask split his face into two worlds. One part glowered with the impossible rage of death. While the other, exposed bare flesh, reflected the innocent joys savored in youth. For just a moment time, she saw something past the disguise that ran like a needle into her heart. It created an unfamiliar stitch. She turned away from the man bounding toward her. She felt silly from it all. 

The blackened felt of the roof shone like a seal's skin reflecting the moonlight. A slight smell of tar warmed by the abandoned sun resonated in her nose. Laid out before her, the industrial line of rooftops broke the skyline with billowing smokestacks and warehouse antennas. Looking into the distance, she saw the brick city district reflecting like a string of lights in the river. A barge horn mourned its solitary existence in the black waters with a deep moan. Melody walked to the far edge of the roof. In the surrounding buildings, illuminated windows contained the shadows of workers laboring in the late night.

"There are people up there," she commented pointing up at the building.

"Yes, it is a shipping company." 

"Must be dedicated...working on the weekend," she turned back while speaking.

"Dedication is easy when you love what you do," he responded closing the gap between them.

The gust whipped her chestnut brown hair around her face stretching it out long. Glimpses of her delicate jaw line peeked out from the dark locks that reached toward him. The spread of her feathered tail, the wind blown hair and the irresistible draw he felt made him understand the mythological power of the Greek Sirens. He could understand how a man would risk certain death succumbing to a temptress. As she smiled from under the crescent beak of her half-mask, she unfastened her tail letting it fall to ground. She stepped away from the feathers like an angel shedding her wings. Jumping over the rail of his usual self-restraint, the waves of desire lapped over his head drowning him in her presence. 

"Do you?" her eyes caught the stars and threw back the light.

"Yes... I do," he whispered pushing back her hair. 

"What do you love about it?"

"Everything," his voice was thick. "We aren't here to discuss me, though."

"Then, why are..." her words fell into the void her mind created from his touch.

"To finish what we started."

"Here?" 

"Yes."

No big fluffy bed waited for them. Not even a couch or a wall to press against. She surveyed the expanse of the rooftop. Standing over at least a hundred or more suitable rooms, he brought her here. Maybe she had misread what he had meant when he asked her to go someplace else. She looked to him for understanding. His onyx curls flurried about the sinister mask that hung over his mouth. Begging to be kissed, the center of his bottom lip swelled like a luscious cherry making her salivate. 

"Why here?" the edge on her question quivered from being repeated. 

In the back of his mind, a wolfish voice replied, "The better to see you with my dear." 

Flashing like an inserted frame on a movie reel in his mind, her nude figure stretched out calling to him. The fantasy resurrected the erection he had spent great energy to kill over the past half an hour. Spreading like her thighs in his thoughts, his cheek muscles ached to release the criminal grin. Pretending to search the sky, he wrestled with the urge of seizing her like a feral beast. 

"Are you laughing at me again?" she grabbed his chin hard turning his face to meet her eyes. 

"No," he quickly hid any hint of expression she could see around the mask.

"Then answer me," she demanded.

Grasping her upper arms, he slowly turned her around to face the night. The concrete ledge ran even with her hips. Controlling the urge to crawl back into the safety of his arms, she, instead, leaned over the edge to look down the side of building. Adrenaline rushed into her bloodstream making her eyes refocus. Below, the alley was lined with vacant cars waiting patiently for their owners' return. The wet asphalt sparkled with the light of the single street light whose pole was hidden by the neighboring building.

"I brought you here for them."

"I don't see anyone."

"Shhhh," he whispered snaking his fingers through hers. "Look up."

Raising her eyes to the buildings, she saw the figures moving in the windows.

"I brought you here for them," his breath was hot against her ear.

"I don't understand."

"You want to be someone else?" his voice went high in an imitation of hers. "Do something wild?"

"Oh!" the reality of what he was saying hit her. The eyes on the building could see her and anything she did with him.

"Or was it just talk?" he called her bluff waiting for her to fold.

Instead of the normal horror the idea should have provoked, her body begged for the release. She craved the absolute freedom to indulge her most basic desire without shame in the eyes of God and who ever else dare to look. Without fear of judgment or condemnation, her fingers shook loose of his grasp to crawl their way across the soft feathers of her bustier to her back. Freeing one hook after another from the curved metal eyes, the fabric dropped to the ground as her breasts broke from their confinement. Her nipples contracted hard in the cool open air. Enjoying the sensation, she turned to him with a wicked smile. Her arms spread out flaunting her nakedness challenging him to deny her. His kiss had been a thief who danced across her tongue and stole her shame. Now, she would reward him for his crime.

Stretched out before him, her bare breasts glistened like translucent honey in the moonlight. Electricity shot through his fingertips as he touched the delicate curve of her stomach. Feeling the shock of contact, she let out a slight groan. He traced each rib in circular motions climbing up her body an inch at a time. He enjoyed watching her struggle under his fingers. Silently, she encouraged his roaming hands by exaggerating her response to the smallest motion. As he reached the cleft of her jutting breasts, he gently cupped her tits in each of his hands and leaned over her starring into her eyes.

"You are an exquisite creature," the rich voice caressed her thoughts.

"Yes, tell me how beautiful I am..." she moaned.

"The heavens pale in the beauty of your light," he spoke even as he kissed the hollow of her neck.

"Yes..." she turned her head to grant him greater access. "Tell me you want me."

"And hell has no torture as cruel as the denial of your kiss," he turned her face back to him.

"I would not deny you," she whispered.

"Then, open your world to me."

"You are my world...tonight," she responded pulling him into a kiss.

Dissolving into her, he massaged her firm breasts feeling the tight nipples bury into his palms. When he could take no more, he broke their kiss dragging his mouth to his hand catching her swollen flesh in his lips. He sucked in her breast. She was warm and sweet like vanilla. Again and again, he licked and twisted his tongue over her nipples needing to hear her ask him. Needing to hear she wanted him as much as he did her. A deep pain curled in the pit of his stomach as he fought his reaction. Always in control, he refused to let his body betray him.

"Please...I need..." her raspy voice cracked as though she would cry. "Oh, fuck me."

Her whole being screamed with rapture. The sensation of crushed velvet tickled her bare skin. His hard cock pressed into her lower stomach. Surely, she would explode into pure energy shooting into the sky. Inhaling deeply, she filled her lungs with the smoky, dark scent of his masculinity. She started to call out again for him when she felt him slip down leaving her exposed to the cold empty air. 

Straighten up to protest, the sight of the powerful man on his knees silenced her. His hands had slipped to her waist as he held on to her. Knowing what he wanted, she unfastened the button of her hipsters and tugged down the zipper. He brought down her shorts and panties in one swift motion. One foot at a time, she stepped out of her final pieces of clothes. Being nude, here with him, was the most natural thing she'd ever felt in her life.

Pulling one of her thighs over his shoulder, he slipped his hands around her buttocks drawing her into his hungry mouth. Wet heat sliced into her most private flesh. The tip of his tongue slipped across the edge of her lips. Then, first up the right, then down the left, his tongue slowly danced and twirled masterfully. She shivered before relaxing into the warmth. Feeling her tension fade, he gently spread her seeking deeper into her secret treasure. 

"God have mercy," she whispered leaning back to grab the ledge. 

Sucking in her clitoris, he began to hum an old Sinatra song. "The Way You Look Tonight" purred into her. Her hips rewarded the greater pressure pushing against his open mouth. Moving up and down, his vibrating lips enveloped the bundle of nerves. First, he slipped in his index finger, and then another. He moved slow and deep within her. Grabbing on tight to his shoulder, she rocked against his open mouth lost in the experience. As if caught in a storm, she watched as the buildings spun around her. The lights and the people in the distanced receded into the background of her mind. A raging thunder rolled over her as the energy crackled around her. She became her desire. 

Yet, even when it happened, the release blindsided her with intensity. Oblivious to everything but pleasure, she folded under the moment slipping to the ground. She leaned against the brick of the inner ledge wall in a breathless daze. The sweat collected under mask and stuck to her skin. Without a thought to it, she pushed back the jeweled beak and tossed her mask to the side. Her hands rubbed away the perspiration and fuzziness. When she looked up at him bare faced, she realized what she had done. He starred at her with his mouth agape.

"I'm sorry," she stuttered confused by his reaction. "It was hot."

"It's...," he clamped down on the words. 

He finally looked turned away to stare at a large fan fastened to the top of the roof. The sound of the motor hummed loudly as it kicked into motion. Melody reached out to touch his mask when he grabbed her hand. Sucking in her breath with surprise, she started to pull back from him when she saw his expression. 

"Just because you break the rules, naughty girl," he laughed. "Does not mean I will."

"It's your fault.," she flirted relieved. "You got me all hot and sweaty."

"Well," he replied pulling her into his lap. "Maybe you can return the favor and see what I am willing to take off."

"But not the mask?" she replied, nuzzling the bony contour of it.

"No, not the mask."

"I see," she murmured. "Are you horribly ugly?"

"Truly horrid," he spoke between kisses.

"With mangled scars," she giggled.

"A monster," he growled rolling flat onto the blackened felt of the rooftop.

"Seriously?" she laughed

"A nasty beast," he winked.

She reached up and unfastened the ornamental clasp on his cloak. Slipping off his shoulders, it fell into a velvet puddle beside them. Her fingers dance down his chest popping each button of his shirt exposing the lines of muscle. Moving slowly and deliberately, her hands explored the warm, taunt flesh. Pulling up to kiss his collarbone, she could feel his gaze. 

"Why are you staring?" she asked.

"The moonlight..."

"What about it?" she breathed against his chest.

Instead of replying, he pulled her to him and kissed her. She closed her eyes and filled her senses with the gentle pressure of his lips, the warm caress of his tongue, the texture of his hair in her hand. She leaned into him deepening the kiss, memorized by the sweet salty taste on his lips and the masculine hardness of his body. His hand moved up her back and around her side with teasing slowness making her ache. She tried to move closer, straining to melt into him. His chest, his shoulders and his arms were carved as a Greek statue. Flawless was every curve until she felt his back. She moved her fingers down the length of his spine to discover deep scarring. As if burned by the flaw, she quickly retreated past to slip down to tug at his pants. 

Knowing her intentions, he helped her work down the velvet coverings. She grasped his erection, no longer afraid of what she wanted. Leaning back onto the ground and spreading her legs, she guided him as he entered her. He moved slowly, savoring her at first. He filled her completely. Her wet heat closed around him hungrily. The pleasure grew with each stroke. The tension between them building, muscles tightening, hearts pounding and breath coming in gasps. Every sensation was greater then the last. He cradled her head against his shoulder shaking with the force of his own desire. His restraint frayed with her every moan. Her moans grew strength with every tremble. Then, she convulsed around him, the tremor of her climax driving him over the edge. With a groan, he plunged into her with fevered madness, abandoning himself to his senses, his climax closer with each thrust. She arched against him, matching his rhythm. Her voice whispered into his ear. The slick warmth of her tightening grasping him until he finally exploded clinging to her sweat covered body.




By Invitation Only



Lying across the bed, soft cotton sheets snuggled against her body as she slowly came to consciousness. A cold nose burrowed into her cheek attempting to wake her. She pulled her arm over her face to block the furry advances of a cat nudging her for food. Rolling over, she dismissed the animal until she heard the cat's throaty meow. Drowsily, she played with the idea the cat sounded just like her little fuzzball, Cotton. With her face still buried in the pillow, she lazily drew up her hand to pet the animal's head. Feeling the jagged edge of his left ear, she recognized the missing tip as Cotton's old alley cat battle wound.

Immediately, her eyes flew open to see dirty clothes piled on top of her oak dresser. Her body sprung straight up in the bed. Searching her memory, she was confused by the sight of her own room. She had gone to a club. She had been with a masked man. They had had sex on the roof. Then, she woke up here? She didn't remember driving home, but her keys sat on her nightstand beside a pile of books. Rising, she looked about the room for her peacock costume. She kicked around piles of laundry desperately trying to find the evidence the night really happened. Flipping up the stripped Laura Ashley bed skirt, she scanned under her bed finding only cat toys, a plastic storage container of old clothes, and more books scattered across the hardwood. In an attempt to control her growing disillusionment, she repeated aloud, "It was not a dream. It was not a dream." 

Finally, she looked in the least likely place, her closet. While she loved clothes, organizing and hanging them had never been her strong suit. She pushed back the folding wooden door to see her peacock attire hanging undisturbed. She leaped back like she expected the costume to bite her. It was impossible that it was hanging up still covered in plastic. She rubbed the aching muscles of her arms as she collapsed back on the bed feeling a burn in her thighs. Why was she so sore?

She attempted to recall when she had fallen asleep. Like most Saturday nights since Allen moved out, she had been sitting on the couch flipping channels. Concentrating, she remembered Cotton had started squalling back in her room at some cat down in the alley. She had walked back to her room to open the window to free the small apartment of his annoying cry. Cotton had slipped out the window quickly. Then, she decided her room was a disaster and decided to try to clean a little. Sniffing for freshness and then folding clothes deemed clean, she tucked them into empty drawers. Running out of space, she decided to break the seal on a drawer deserted by her former boyfriend. It was a milestone night finally taking back the use of that area in her room. When it had refused to give with a gentle pull, she jerked the drawer open. Inside, she noticed a card at been jarred loose and floated to the center.

It had been a card for a place called, Incognitos. Allen had an active nightlife and had known all the private clubs. She stretched to the side feeling the tension releasing with the pull. His accusations of her being boring had haunted her for months. She had not been enough for him. The impulse to prove him wrong had sent her on an adventure, hadn't it? No dream could have made her that sore. Was it possible for someone to bring her home, redress her and leave without waking her? How did he know where she lived? The image of a dwarf in a top hat brought doubt. She glanced up to notice the window. Cotton had gotten back in, but the window was closed. Pulling herself from the rumpled sheets, she hobbled to the bathroom to relieve her most pressing need. Walking in the room, she stared at her collection of fashion magazines on the white tile floor. They were pushed up against the wall. Usually, she left them halfway between the toilet and the bathtub making it easier to reach regardless of what she was doing. Someone had moved them. Craning her head the right, she caught the first splash of color on the mirror. She stumbled back tripping over herself. There, written across the mirror in large Almay mauve letters: You were beautiful in the moonlight, Melody. 

Beginning with her toes and ending with her grin, Melody felt a smile spread throughout her. In the mirror, the image of her faded away as her mind focused on the words. Only the letters streaked across the glass, sparking her sinful delight and curiosity. The night had not been a dream. It had been real. He was been real, but how did he know her name? 



By Invitation Only



It started when we were invited to the same party, a coincidence of knowing people who know people who just bought a downtown penthouse condo and wanted to break it in, the more the merrier. It was a top-shelf, black-tie sort of affair to let us all play at being part of a different world for a night. 

We each received our invitations separately, at different times, from different people, yet reacted to them with the same sense of intrigue. I was ready for a brief escape from my own world of caffeinated nights, overlapping deadlines, and perpetual to-dos. You thought, if nothing else, it might make for a good story and the perfect occasion to debut that hot little dress you hadn't been able to resist buying. 

The appointed Friday arrived, and the evening's plans preoccupied me throughout the day. I looked forward to the chance to shed my professional single woman persona and go schmooze with a more glamorous crowd for a change. I dismissed myself from work early to allow plenty of time for a luxurious getting-ready routine – a jasmine-scented bath, attention to fingers and toes and brows and skin, the careful selection of color and scent.

I wore my hair combed in a side sweep that curled slightly at my temple, and a silky, pearl-white sleeveless blouse with an oriental collar that buttoned up to my neck, save a keyhole slit that opened daringly low on my breastbone. A skintight black-on-black lace pencil skirt and vintage nylons with a seam up the back completed the look. As I took in my reflection one last time before leaving, I could easily see myself with martini glass in hand, laughing extravagantly at someone's borrowed comedy, assuming the skin of someone who fit in. 

You were the last person I expected to find. Just about everyone and everything else at that party was predictable from the moment I stepped in – the sleek modern styling of the condo, where every light appeared to be on a dimmer switch; the unidentified electronic jazz pulsing gently from the sound system; the mostly white, mostly waifish women mingling with stubble-jawed men in dress shirts and dark wash jeans. It was a surprisingly quiet, surprisingly adult party, the kind older twenty-somethings surprisingly find themselves attending when they suddenly brush up against the right circles.

But my real surprise was still the woman in the dark teal dress who spoke in low tones and with animated hands. I bumped into you at the bar while trying to wave down the bartender's attention even though I hadn't yet decided what to drink. You got to him first, and I watched him pour you a Bombay Sapphire and tonic. Your face was caught in the blue light from overhead; your long lashes cast shadows over your cheeks as you gracefully accepted the drink and turned directly towards me. 

An introduction was all it took to get us talking. Between the two of us, we could banter well enough to entertain a few more among us, and we covered many a subject, from evolution to history to modern affairs and current news, which eventually lost us our audience. Not to say anything of the hospitality of our hosts, I was finally having fun. 

Having sat too long in one place, and feeling the effects of the cocktail I'd followed you in ordering, I announced that I'd be taking my drink up to the rooftop deck for some fresh air. To my delight, you wasted no time volunteering to join me, and we loosely linked arms as we headed for the exit as a pair. 

We were not the only ones on the rooftop, of course, seeing as a premier boast of this condo was its unobstructed view of the city and the river below. The choppy water glittered with reflections of so many lights – cars, bridges, highways, buildings. The patio was encased with a low railing atop a fence of glass panels; one almost felt one could walk off the edge and step right onto the next piece of the city skyline, easy as you please. 

But being that it was spring, and past midnight, the roof offered little protection against the steady night breeze and the sprinkling threat of rainclouds far above. Little by little, our fellow party-goers abandoned their perches against the railings or cushioned in the deeply pillowed furniture of a sunken lounge area, until it was just us and the city whispering all the stories that crossed her streets even just now in this moment. 

By that point there wasn't much hazard to guessing that the attraction between us was mutual. A few clever lines of conversation, unnecessary but not unwelcome touches on the shoulder or arm, and a little help from the gin, did all the talking for us. We chose a spot for city-gazing and stood leaning against the thin rail, musing on the lives playing out below, when we noticed we were alone. 

A moment of silence, a natural pause in a conversation that continued to ramble in every direction. You faced out towards the city, and I turned until I was leaning back with both elbows on the railing, only inches from you. Crossing one leg over the other, I gently brushed the back of your exposed calf with my toe, looked at you over the edge of my glasses, and bit my lip with a slight grin. 

You raised an eyebrow. To remove any doubt of my meaning, I lay a hand across your wrist and leaned in to you, inviting without insisting. When our lips met, a hot shock rippled through me, energizing and enhancing my craving. The breeze lifted between us and brushed your hair against my face. I released your lips and moved towards your ear, a tremor in my breathing. 

"I want you," I murmured against your neck. I gently gripped your wrist and guided your hand down to the delicate lace hem of my skirt along my thigh, where I could already feel my pulse quickening close to the skin. 

You rewarded me with a delicious smirk. Your fingers took the hint and crept up along and then underneath that hem, and I shivered at the long nails gliding against my nylons into the space between my legs. My hips began to dip down in response, looking for that pressure to grind against. My hand dropped from your wrist and brushed against the front of your own dress, hoping to excite you as much as you excited me.

As for what followed ... had any resident or tourist been walking along the avenue and looked up in wonder at this tall shining beacon of a building that commanded so much attention, and focused on that top balcony railing, they'd have been treated to the sight of my backside pressed against the glass, my head thrown back in sweet agony, your face buried between my legs, one hand alongside it and the other working inside the slit of my shirt to tease my nipples to a frenzy. Had a helicopter been flying by a moment later, the pilot might have seen me then bent over the railing, my skirt bunched around my waist and my fingers smudging the glass as yours were buried inside me. Had anyone at the party been listening above the music, they wouldn't have missed me calling out your name, God's, any curse or word of praise to come to mind, all moaned into the impassive night. 

With or without an audience, I finished, my craving satiated beyond all measure, dizzied by the taste of myself still on your lips before we parted – not as though nothing happened, because the evidence was too great to deny, but content to be bound by this exposed secret between us like a spider's thread, each glad for our own reasons we'd accepted tonight's invitations.



By Invitation



Despite being somewhat un-nerved by the presence of the other women, even though I couldn't actually see them, I said that I did. Mistress asked me if I thought I deserved to cum. I responded that it wasn't my place to say and that my pleasure was, as always, at Mistress' discretion. Mistress said she thought that I had done very well to service so many women, but that because I had failed to make one of the women cum, my pleasure would have to be tempered by some means. 

Mistress discussed the possibilities with the other women and they eventually decided that although I would be allowed to cum, I would have to wank myself off into my own hand and then lick it clean. This was something that Mistress had never done before, and something that we both knew would be quite difficult for me to do. After all ,it's one thing licking your cum of a sexy woman's skin, quite another to lick it from your own palm. 

My expression obviously told the women all they needed to know about my feelings on what they had decided for me, and my Mistress commented pointedly 'or perhaps you don't want to cum.....for a while'.

That was enough of a warning for me and I quickly thanked them for their kindness. Mistress told me to be quite and get on with it. 

It took me longer than I expected to bring myself off, sure I had been turned on for several hours, but I'd had to suppress the urge to cum for so long...and now I was expected to humiliate myself in front of a room full of women. Women who I had known for some time! That thought hadn't really sunk in until now. These women all knew me (or at least I assumed they did) and now they were all too aware of my slavedom. 

After a while Mistress told me to hurry up and when she realised that I was struggling to cum, she taunted me further.

"Come on slave, hurry up, we haven't got all night. I'm going to count to ten and if you don't cum by then I'm going to fetch my strap-on and fuck you in front of all these ladies. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7..."

As she counted I felt the spunk rising in my balls and held my other hand in front of my cock to catch the spurts I knew were coming.

"...9...10!"

I felt the warm creamy liquid in my palm and looked down as I milked the last drops out of my wilting cock. I raised my hand up to my mouth, but somehow I couldn't complete the task I had been set.

"Do it slave." I heard Mistress' command. "How are you ever going to suck a cock in front of us if you can't even complete this simple task?" I felt my face redden as I realised that all of these women knew everything. I tried again but I still couldn't do it. 

"Come on slave, I told all these women that you would eat your own cum for me, you don't want to make a liar of me do you?"

"No Mistress." I said and quickly lapped my palm clean, remembering all to late, the longer you wait, the worse it is. How many femdom stories had I read where the guy wants to lick his wife clean, but changes his mind once he's cum?

Once my palm was completely clean I dropped my hand by my side and bowed my head, awaiting Mistress' next instruction. 

The women talked amongst themselves for a short while, almost as if I wasn't there. They asked my Mistress questions about my behaviour and Mistress gave them frank, honest answers. My face was bright red and I was utterly grateful for the blindfold and the little protection it afforded me.

Then a silence descended and I heard my Mistress voice addressing me once more.

"Get on your hands and knees slave."

I obeyed and Mistress explained to myself and the others present that my hesitance had displeased her and now I had to be punished. Blindfolded I didn't even realise the whip was in her hand until I felt the sting on my backside. I yelped as the tails hit me, but quickly regained my composure and remembered to count.

"One, thank you Mistress."

Mistress paused, I imagined she raised an eyebrow to her audience and then continued with my punishment. At twelve she stopped and I heard one of the women moving across the room, I (correctly) assumed that my Mistress had silently motioned to her to do so. My heart sunk at the thought of a line of women waiting to whip my poor ass, so I was almost pleased to hear Mistress next words.

"Since you failed to make one of my ladies cum, I think it's only fair that she should get to punish you for your shortcomings."

"Yes Mistress."

The other woman was not as practised with the whip as my Mistress, her lashes were somewhat random in their aim and not nearly as hard as I had anticipated, but still I felt a certain heat on my skin after the completion of the second dozen strokes. 

Then Mistress took the whip from her and laid it on my back, the tails hanging down over the pink skin of my cheeks. She addressed me sternly.

"Now slave, there is another matter I wish to discuss with you."

This didn't sound good.

"Yes Mistress?"

"Is it true that you made one of my ladies cum twice?"

"I...did Mistress." My mind raced as I wondered if the woman had told her about the other little detail, was I supposed to tell her or what?

"And do you think that's fair slave?"

"I hadn't thought about it Mistress, I just did as I was instructed."

"You are MY slave, you take instruction from me, understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

Mistress turned to the woman who had taken advantage of my Mistress' generosity.

"And what do you have to say for yourself?"

The woman sounded a bit embarrassed herself, strange I thought, given what she had said to me as I was licking her well fucked cunt, but still.

"I'm sorry....I just got carried away, I'm not used to having such a willing..." she trailed off, unable to locate the right word, neither lover nor slave seeming appropriate in the circumstances.

"Well, that sounds perfectly understandable..." My wife said and then turned to the woman who had whipped me rather ineptly. "..and what about you, do you want to try again?"

The woman muttered something I couldn't quite hear, I think she might have said no, but Mistress wasn't having it and told me to go upstairs and wait in the spare bedroom again. I obeyed her instructions, feeling my way up the stairs rather than lifting the blindfold for fear of further punishment.

A few minutes later I heard the woman and my Mistress enter the room. I heard Mistress kiss the woman and the woman groaning as Mistress rubbed her pussy through her knickers, then she turned to me and knelt down to refit the cock cage. She struggled with it for a few moments and then decided that it wasn't worth the bother, I had not long cum after all, and she had decided that she was staying put.

I heard the woman's clothes being peeled away from her skin and then felt the woman climbing onto the bed. Mistress hand touched my head and pushed it down between the woman's widely spread thighs. I listened intently as I began my task, the sounds I heard translating into pictures in my head. Mistress was kneeling by the bed, kissing the woman deeply and rubbing her tits. Occasionally I felt her hand move down to the woman's belly and once or twice her fingers even slid down the sides of the woman's slick pussy. 

After some time the woman finally came, her cries stifled by my Mistress mouth as she kissed her deeply. I continued licking the woman's soaking pussy until finally Mistress pushed my head away.

"Enough, slave."

I licked my lips of the woman's juices and moved backwards down the bed to allow the woman to leave. She lay still for a while but eventually Mistress led her back downstairs to the others. I laid down on the bed and drifted off to sleep. 

About an hour later Mistress returned and woke me up. She removed my blindfold and told me that she was very pleased with my performance. I told her that I was pleased that she was pleased. She told me that it was now her turn to cum, and that seeing as I had already been allowed to cum, it had better be mind-blowing, or else. 

Despite my exhaustion I managed to satisfy her, quite quickly actually, I guess she was still thinking over what had happened with the other woman (as was I!). Finally as a reward for my efforts throughout the evening, as soon as she had finished cumming she rolled onto her side and peeled her ass cheeks apart, inviting me to clean the pussy juice from around her ass and then to push my tongue inside her tight hole.