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By: emma_sub



He drove us. He was sober, I felt light-headed. Warm in the car. After a few minutes, "Take off your dress. Now." As we drove through the night. I looked at him and giggled. He was being serious. That sudden ache. He was waiting. My mouth dry. Luckily it wasn't built up. Only a few houses. The summer night not much past twilight.

Undid the safety belt. Twisted in the seat, unzipped the back. Sat back. Breathing heavily. Pulled off the straps one at a time. Revealing my bra. Lifted, pulled it over my hips, down my thighs. Wearing hold-ups. Wanted to feel sexy in them for him. Sitting in transparent black bra and knickers. I really wasn't doing this.

"Take off your bra." Felt virtually naked already. He couldn't ask this of me. This was too much. But he wasn't asking me. He was telling me to. My vagina pulsed long and hard. I couldn't do this. I did. My nipples already hard, hardened even further. My breasts exposed. "Now your knickers." Again I followed his instructions. My sex itching. Wanting to rub myself. Strap yourself in again." I obeyed dumbly. A car overtook us. "Hips forward in the seat. Open your legs." We drove on. Cars every now and then. I was naked. He had made me strip in the car! Fear and excitement coursing through me. Wetness leaking. Daren't speak. I could smell my arousal. His hand occasionally rested on my thigh.

At his house. He opened the car door for me. I was naked! As I stepped out I looked behind me and saw the tell tale wet stain on the leather seats. The air cool around my damp sex, my nipples crinkled. Standing naked bar shoes and stockings in the night. Standing naked outside in the open!

"Close your eyes. You have a blindfold on. It is over your eyes. You cannot see anything. Tell me."

"I'm wearing a blindfold. Michael, people might see!" I looked around wildly. 

"Close your eyes." I did. He spoke softly, firmly though patiently. "Don't do that again. Now, can you see?" 

"I'm sorry. No. No I can't see."

"Why?"

"I'm wearing a blindfold for you." Oh yes.

"Your eyes will remain closed until I tell you wont they?"

"Yes."

"Whatever happens?"

"Yes. Whatever happens." I sounded so meek. 

Walking naked on his arm. Naked outside. Wet thighs. In my own darkness. So strange. Tempted to cheat. Didn't. Other senses prominent. Confined but able to move. In to the house. Warmer. Led into the lounge. Took my hands. Told me they were fastened together behind me. Excited. Told to stay. I knew I would do as he wanted. He ran a hand over me, over my breasts, stomach, and sex. Laughed as he saw me push my naked body to him. He knew me. Knew myself. Wet slut. Made me tell him what I was. He could do anything to me now. Couldn't stop him. On heat again. Always on heat for him. Couldn't even see what he might do. Told me anyone else might be there to see me. Verbalising it making it worse, better.

To a sofa. Legs spread wide. Pushed backward over the arm. Held my back as I fell backwards. Almost opening my eyes. Crutch forced up above my head. Flagrantly, over the arm. My hands under, behind me. Breasts thrusting. Never ever felt displayed and restrained like this. Aroused. Panting. Tingling. Wanting his cock. 

His mouth to my ear. "Would you like to come?"

Trying to nod desperately.

"You can. Whenever you want." I was so grateful. "Could you come without me touching?" He was near me. His voice warm against my ear.

Mewing, nodding. "Perhaps." My body rippling. Thrusting up lewdly. Wanting it. Needing it. Not able to reach the peak.

"Think of an audience. People looking at you. Think of all those people watching, waiting for you to climax. You'd like them to see you like this, wouldn't you?" Frantic. Trying to nod. Imagining people there. Nearer. Looking at me, as I'm thrusting, pushing myself eagerly. Imagining what they could see. Grunting. Thrusting. Wanting to come for them to see.

"Have I to ask a total stranger to come and finger you? Finger that really slippery cunt of yours?"

"Yes. If you want to. Yes." My body hardly capable of movement, but thrusting. So desperate.

"Who shall ask? Someone really ugly? Or really handsome? A smelly tramp? A disgusting old man? Or a big fat woman? A young girl? A young boy? They are all desperate to touch you. I think I'll offer you to the young boy. He's really excited you know. You shouldn't be offering yourself like this. He's by your legs, looking at your cunt. Such a wet cunt. His young cock is so stiff. He's never touched cunt before. You'll be his first. Would you like him to touch you?"

Nodding crazily.

I don't know whether I really felt a finger flicker over my clit. I think so. Whatever, I erupted within my virtual bonds. Moaning loudly. Feeling my sex spray on my thighs. I was out there. Somewhere else. Somewhere warm and pulsing. Watching my body convulsing from afar.

I woke. Clean bed linen damp against my mouth. Warm. Satisfied. Naked. The memories of the previous evening. Michael. Wetness of semen in my sex, a pleasing tenderness. Warm flesh against my leg and back. His hand caressed my back. Contentedly I moved under it.

He was so very good. Much better than any of my other sexual partners. Ridiculously so. He knew what I wanted before I did. He had made me aware that I wanted to give, offer myself. His hand caressed my buttock, my thighs. Waking me. Stirring me. His body against my back, his face in my hair. My legs parted without my permission. Hips compound the rebellion by tilting. His hand captured gorged lips, sunk deep, into a whirlpool. I heard him, above the sounds of my sighing, words hot against my ear.

"I want you to stay the day." I'd never been allowed to before.

"Uh. Yes. I'd like that."

"There is a price though."

"A price?" Confused. I felt his erection against me. He wanted to use me again. "Yes. Take me."

"You still don't know the price."

"I thought... I thought you wanted me. Wanted to make love to me again."

"Of course, but that isn't the price. The price is that you must obey me. Completely." My body rubbed back against his hand as it played.

I half giggled, half sighed into the pillow. My mind fantasised. I was embarrassingly wet. We had acted out our fantasies. He knew that I had fantasies about him when he wasn't there. Sometime his hand had ceased playing with me. Rather, I was crudely rubbing myself against it. I stopped myself sufficiently to regain some of my composure.

"Don't I usually?"

"Yes. But this time I mean fully. Totally." His body was against my back. Penis along the cleavage of my bottom. "Do you trust me?"

"Do you ask this of everyone you bed?" Trying to be amusing.

"No. I decided about you a long time ago. Then Charlotte told me that you were going to the party. I had to see if you were ready."

"Ready?"

"Yes. To accept your sexual submissiveness, or not."

"Ha! Not exactly politically correct is it?"

"No. But then it is morally correct to be honest."

"You think I am a submissive?"

"Yes. Right too am I not"

"Perhaps."

"We both know it to be true. I think you'd like to be more." I felt my face redden.

"You want to own me?"

"If not me, you'll need someone." The desire to rock my hips along his hard length was taking much of my concentration. It was a losing battle. It was the talk. I wanted him to just take me.

"Give up work? Sleep at your feet?"

"No. You need training apart from anything else. You'd still work. You'd be like anyone else. Simply, you'd belong to me. Your life wouldn't change that much outwardly. Certainly during the week. At weekends, of course you'd be here, mine." The border between fantasy and reality was slipping. 

"Just suppose. Just suppose you happened to be right, what would you do to me?" 

"Trust. It's all about trust. About you trusting me to give up your control to me. . I want to take you further than we have so far. Take all responsibility for your wanton behaviour from you. This wouldn't be like the pretend ties. These would be real. The ties and the blindfold and your submission would be real. You would see how I value you, I would see that you are worthy."

"Value me? You're talking about making me a slave. Aren't slaves worthless?"

"Not at all. You will be very valuable. Certainly to me."

"Would you force me to make love to you? Whenever you want? Take me?" I was aroused by the words, the ideas. These words, these actions would be real, not simply fantasy. 

"Yes. Obviously. But other things too. Things that I think that you will enjoy. Being opened up physically and mentally. I would give you a slave collar to wear. You would have to accept. Anything. Everything."

"What if you are wrong? Or did something that I hated, couldn't handle?" I felt so hot. Could feel sweat. Could feel myself leaking.

"Am I?"

"I... I... I don't know. But what if I couldn't do something?"

"You'd have a codeword. A safety word, for me to stop whatever it is. At first"

"You'd make me do naughty things... really naughty things... really rude things that I should never do?"

Before he had time to answer I pushed hard against him and at the same time I orgasmed suddenly. Deeply. Loudly, even when muffled by the pillow. My body responding rather immodestly. Eventually I calmed. Sweat tied my hair to my face, pillow wet against mouth. My body a prisoner between his hand and cock. He kissed my neck soothingly. I wanted more. So much more. He held me.

His mouth against my ear. "I think you ought to consider why you came then. I am going to make coffee. If you come down naked within the next quarter of an hour I know you wish to stay and take this further. If you are dressed or leave it till later I want you to know that I very much enjoyed being with you, if only fleetingly. It is nine fifteen."

"But.. but.."

"No. No buts." 

He kissed the back of my neck again and slid from the bed.

I didn't move immediately. Pulses still lapped through me from that extraordinary orgasm. I sat up. Discarded frock and underwear from the car near the door. 

It would be too easy. Giving up all the responsibility. It wouldn't work. I padded to the en-suite. Sat on the toilet. Emptied myself. He seemed to know me. Too damned well. He seemed to understand. Sex had never been this good. Mouth dry. Fear. Could I walk away from this? Nobody could ask this of me! No-one! Removed the last traces of make-up. He had. He wanted me. I would be free in his possession. Would I let him down? He would make me do rude things. I didn't know if I could go through with it. I couldn't accept accepting submission! Craved the security he was offering. Nipples hard. Even though the house was warm. It certainly wouldn't be too cold to be naked. I wiped myself. Returned to the bedroom. Picked up the dress. Picked up the underwear. Breathing erratic, stomach tense. He might not like my body. My tits were too small. I wanted him to look at me, like me, want to use me, wanted to be his. Dropped the clothes, curled on the bed. The idea was so exciting. Narcotic. It was what I had fantasised about. I wanted him to make me. He would make me be what I couldn't be myself. Slut. So frightened of letting it out. He had frightened me by what he'd done to me. Not what he had done, what he had made me realise. What would he do to me? He makes me such a slut. Would he want such a slut? Would he make me feel humiliated and sexy? He did. He wanted me to be his. He knew what I was.

Stood up. I was so afraid. I was hot and sweaty, my mouth tasted odd. Breathed deeply. Walked purposefully downstairs. Stood before him. Naked. Breathing hard. Naked. Aware of my body. Trembling. Eyes pleading with him. Eyes near to tears. I'd done it! I didn't understand it. I was terrified by it. But I'd done it! My body roared with the fire within.

He looked up from his coffee. Smiling. Towelling robe. Older, wiser than me. Grey eyes caught mine. Held them, then assessed my body. Blushing furiously regardless of all the disgusting things he had already made me do. My hands moved in front of me. My eyes again. Shook his head. Near tears I tried to put my arms beside me.

"I don't know what to do with them." Nearly crying. Needing.

"Hold them behind you." Softly. 

I nodded, fearful.

"You have a beautifully submissive body." I wanted to kiss him. So grateful. "Kneel down." Softly taking control. The sexuality back to the fore. Submitting to a man. To him. "Hands behind you. Knees apart." Nipples hard, stomach pulsed. Open, on display. Submitting.

"You're naked for me."

"Yes."

"What do you want?" 

"I... I want to be yours."

"Do you want to serve me?"

My throat dry. I couldn't say it immediately. "Yes." 

"So, I was correct." I looked at the floor. My face burning with shame. He took away his coffee. My stomach twinged. He took from his pocket a collar. A dog collar. Shiny black leather. Soft inside.

"If I put any collar on you it will be your slave collar. Is that what you want?"

"Yes."

"When I put this on you, or any other collar, you will be my slave and I your master. You will have to do all I tell you. Regardless. Regardless of what you may want. Do you understand?"

"Yes." I could hardly breathe. He took the collar, lifted my chin, made me kiss the collar. He fastened it around my neck. It felt warm there. He took something else from his pocket. A dog lead. Fastened it to my collar.

"Will you stop if I beg you to? If it hurts or I cant do it?"

"If it's accidental hurt. I certainly will initially. In the beginning, whilst you are on probation."

"How long will that be?"

"We'll know when you're ready. We'll know if you're not."

"But how will you know if I cant do it, cant take it?"

"I'll know. I will be your Master. I'll know. You have to trust. Until you are fully trained I will give you code phrases, 'amber' if you want me to wait a while, 'red, red, red' if ever you wanted things to stop and have your freedom back." I never wanted to use them. Pride. No, more, I realised. Lewdness. Felt like a slut. Wanted to be his slut. 

He led me around the ground floor of the house. On a leash. Like a dog. At times sitting at his feet. It was so humiliating I wanted to cry. The humiliation was agony, but it was more. It was exciting! Sexually exciting! I was a bitch on heat again. Breasts free. Thighs wet. Made to go down on all fours and thrust up for him. He stroked me. I worked against his hand. Fingered me. I licked my own juices from his hand. Humiliating. So ridiculously horny. Took me back to the kitchen. Had me verbally how excited I was using crude words. 

Made me lay on my back on the table. Hips over the edge. Thighs up to breasts, then opened. Hands by my head without being told. By the collar. Defenceless. Exposed. He left me like that for a while, looking at me. Then he used me. Suddenly. He just entered me. I was already open and certainly well lubricated for him. With his hard cock, without warning. For his pleasure. No choice. He was big and hard and hot in my cunt. My pleasure was ready to break. 

"No!" He stopped. "You are not to come." He made me hold it back. He plunged in and out of my body. Made to realise that I couldn't climax until he allowed me. Making me know my position. Desperately tried to make my body co-operate. He was making me realise that I was his. But the realisation made things worse. My body was his and my pleasure was his to grant.

He would only allow me to come if I waited till I counted ten. He continued taking me, I slowly counting out loud for him. Too quickly. Had to start again. Sobbed. It was agony. Just lasted, just. Arching off the table. Totally unable to restrain my body once given permission. 

After, I eagerly cleansed him. His cock sticky, dirty. Him and me on him. Loved his cock in my mouth. The taste of us. Loved doing it for him.

Sitting on a wooden chair he fed me. Wide spread thighs. My sex leaking liquids without being able to conceal anything. Hands behind me. He gave each mouthful, each sip to me. Wiping away dropped crumbs. Breasts, belly, thighs. I felt special.

I cleaned up after the food. Cleaned my chair. Cleaned my leakages. I wasn't allowed to dress. Odd being naked. Embarrassing. Collared. Exciting. Michael watching me, watching over me. 

He fondled my breasts. He liked playing with them. He told me. It made me feel good. Squeezed them hard. Felt heavy. Made me gasp. His ownership making me hotter. He played with them over and over until I needed to climax. Just by playing with my breasts. Even I hadn't done that before. Certainly no one else. Kept me there. On the edge. Not allowing me to. Until he wanted to see me orgasm and then he told me to climax. My body simply responded to him. God it was good. He told me that I was a good little slut. Kissed me.

At times he allowed me to rest. He, dressed, would sit on the sofa, I would lay naked, my head on his lap being cuddled. Caressed. Gentled. At other times he would make me exhibit myself in some way to him, do things. Crawl slowly around the room on all fours as he watched, for example. Make me aware of my body on display. Being looked at. I had to use crude language, words like fuck and cunt. Humiliation and submission magnifying the arousal! Had never really admitted it before, even to myself. Now I didn't want it to stop. So horny, so wet.

Afternoon. The bath standing proudly in the large room. Proudly I bathed him. My hands all over him. Kneeling by the bath. Couldn't stop touching him. His chest, his legs, his penis, his balls. Even soft. I was allowed to touch him as I bathed him. My body constantly aroused now. 

Towelling him dry. Kissing his thighs. My hands on him. Kissed his flesh. Tipped back my head. Kissed his balls. His penis. His cock. Taking him in my mouth. Hand wrapping hair pulling me back. Then, smiling, taking pity at my expression. A few moments more of him inside me. What had come over me? What had I become? What had he done? He let me pleasure him. He fucked my mouth. Spurted semen in me. He groaned. I gagged a little in surprise but greedily swallowed. Glowing. It was almost as if I had orgasmed, the pleasure I felt.

Before a full length mirror. I had hardly ever seen myself fully naked like this. My chest blushing. Nipples hard and dark. My breasts proud. The split of my lips couldn't hide. I was shocked. I had an obvious, voluptuous cunt. Nor did my labia hang in long loose folds like those of a woman I had once seen on a page of pornographic magazine on the floor of a train. My lips were fat, pouting. Not quite touching. Dark pink inner lips always peeping. Looking eager. Thin, damp pubic hair unable to hide my excitement. 

He asked me how I masturbated. I was so embarrassed. Made to confess how disgusting I was, confess those private moments. The embarrassment heating. He made me remember to use base words. It was my cunt. Not my sex. My cunt that I frigged. Actually I readily accepted it as my cunt. Not caring about being polite now. Audacious. Brazen flesh for him. I had to tell him of my basic position, variations, what my fingers did, admitting my thoughts, surprising myself at how naughty I was. He pulled the information from me. Told him I had tried a vibrator but found it hard and in preferred my fingers. Felt humiliated by my obvious arousal. Aroused by my humiliation. Standing behind me. He took my breasts. Toyed and teased. Squeezed the hard nipples until I could only just stand it. Caresses and near pain. The pain feeling like a caress, the caress feeling like pain. My hips jerking. Knowledge and understanding seeping into me. 

Both of us watching our bodies. Saw the pink marks of fingers on my flesh. Felt his erection behind me, pressing against me. Told to play with myself. He couldn't ask that! Not that. It was so private. My face burned. I couldn't do that. Frig my cunt in front of the mirror. I had given myself. I had to. For him to watch. Eventually parting my thighs. Could I go so far? My hand came to my mouth slowly. I wet my fingers. My breathing erratic. Wanting his but using my own. Then I stopped. My fingers at my cunt. At my wet cunt. Perhaps sensing the abyss. He caught my eyes. It was a turning point. Both saw it in each other's eyes. I continued. I needed to. I was obscene for him. Offering my obscenity for him. The knowledge and sight of my obscene behaviour making my excitement so strong. Taking disgraceful pleasure in exhibiting myself for him. He could see my fingers rubbing my clit. I came suddenly. It went on and on as I bucked.


Discoveries



The following story is fiction, that is, I made it up! It is also for adults only, so if you are under age, you shouldn't be here reading this! 

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I had been working long hours at my job, trying to get ahead and the proverbial 'big promotion'. I had of course been neglecting my husbandly duties, mainly having sex with my wife. I had always been what she termed as 'under-sexed', while she was what I termed, extremely over sexed! I always seemed to be in trouble with her for not giving her enough, or longer or "the right amount" of sex. She had worn me out on our honeymoon the first night! We had gotten to our hotel room in the Cayman Islands at an early afternoon hour (right after lunch), and she had me in bed fucking from then until about the same time the next day! I had only had sex with two other women up to that time and Wendy had had sex only with one other guy! She made up for that lack of sex on our first day of our honeymoon, and kept after me the whole two weeks we were there! I had more sex in those two weeks than I had ever had in my life up till that time! Including masturbation! 

After our honeymoon, things settled down. I managed to get her off about two times a day for the first year, then finally, we got down to what I thought was a nice several times a week! Obviously, I was wrong about that! I had been taking one or two business trips of about three to eight days long, once or twice a month for the last year. Wendy had complained to me about wanting more in the sex department, more and more as the year went on. Our arguments so far had been precisely about this very fact. I tried to reason with her on why I didn't want to. In one argument she accused me of cheating on her! She couldn't see why I didn't want sex as often as she did, and so she assumed that I was getting it somewhere else! That couldn't have been farther from the truth! I would come home from work dead tired from long stressful days at work, commuting for an hour each way, and not be 'in the mood'. Wendy tried her best to get me interested in fucking her, wearing sexy nighties, rubbing against me, wine, romantic dinners, everything! I would just usually be too tired! 

After one of my longer trips, I noticed that she wasn't bugging me for sex as much, which I noticed almost at once. From there things went further down the drain. Pretty soon, I would come home, eat, watch some TV for about an hour then go to bed. Wendy wouldn't say anything about wanting sex, and several times, on weekends, when I started to get 'frisky', she would be 'too tired', or, 'headache'! One night, as I was getting ready for another business trip the next day, I realized that we hadn't had sex for over five months! Wendy hadn't said anything to me about wanting it, nor had she tried to physically get me into the mood! 

The whole time I was gone that week I worried about where our relationship was headed, and if we would end up divorced. I had neglected her sexually, and I suppose, due to that, emotionally too! I loved Wendy too much to give her up without a fight, and after thinking about it I also realized that she might have been having an affair! I decided that I was going to 'win' her back, or die trying!

When I got home from that trip I cut back on my hours at work, and reduced my travel time. (The very first day back at the office!) That weekend, I took Wendy out for a nice dinner, and a movie! Afterwards, we went to a local hangout, had a few drinks, and then caught a cab home. At home I put on the best moves I knew how, and finally, after a very long time, we had sex. She was reserved and even preoccupied during our love making, causing me great concern! I was afraid that I had lost my wife through my own stupidity! 

For the next three weeks, I would come home and do something with Wendy, and then we would make love, almost every night! She was still not 'in to me' and the more she would act this way the more I would worry! I tried to talk to her about it, but she would brush it off as nothing important! One night, in the middle of having sex, I noticed that she covered her mouth and yawned! That was enough! I knew that I hadn't been a great lover, but come on! I said something right at that time, she flew into a rage, I got mad back, and, well the couch was much warmer than she was for the rest of that week!

I knew that she must have a lover on the side. Maybe she was even getting ready to leave me! I was just sick with jealous anger, fear, and love! I was all wrapped up tight in one big bundle! My co-workers noticed my character change and tried to talk to me about it, but it was too personal for me to talk to anyone about.

This had been going on for about three months now and I had to do something before I lost it completely! Finally I came up with a plan to catch her in the act, and get it out into the air to be fought out as needed! I faked a business trip that would take about four days. I planned it so that I had a motel room close to home and rented a sports car. I packed as usual, and that morning as I left to go on my 'trip' she even seemed to be relieved! I noticed that she had dressed a little sexier that morning, not at all like she had been dressing for the last few months!

I left the house, went to the airport, left my car in long term parking, got my rental car, and went straight to the motel room and checked in. A little while later I drove over to my house and parked up the street under a tree. Soon Wendy came out and met a van that drove up! She opened the passenger door to it, stepped back and opened up her dress! I could clearly see that she was naked underneath and she had shaved her pubic area completely bald! I was stunned!

As she got into the van, I could see through the sun emblazoned tinted glass that the driver leaned over and kissed her for a moment! They drove off in a hurry! I followed as well as I could, until they made a couple of turns and I ended up losing sight of them! I drove around the run-down neighborhood for a while, realizing as I did that the only people I was seeing on the street were black!

Finally, I located the van after a while and it was empty, of course. It was parked in front of a rather large house, rundown but livable. It sounded like a party was going on in there, but I didn't go to check it out because I would have stood out like, well, like a white guy in a business suit, in a black section of town! Not something that a person sees very often! I opted instead to go to the motel room and check back at the house later by phone.

Later that evening I called as if I was out of town. Wendy answered on the second ring and was very sweet on the phone. She talked to me for about a half-hour, and then said she was going out with some of her shopping friends. I was sure that she was going to be seeing her lover, or now I was afraid, her lovers! I drove over to my house, with my cell phone charged up ready to go! I waited for a while then that van pulled up into the driveway! The garage doors opened, and the van pulled into our garage! I waited for a little bit then called my house number. Wendy answered, out of breath! When she recognized my voice, she sounded a little miffed that I had called her at all, since she had been going out with her 'friends'! 

I had some papers that I had her look for, and then pretended to find them buried in my briefcase. When I went to say I loved her she just said good night and hung up! I was crushed! She was cheating on me and didn't even care if I existed or not! She had blown me off like yesterdays news! I waited for about an hour, and then snuck into my own house, through the back door! I could hear someone in our first floor guest bedroom! Moaning! I recognized my wife's tone of voice, but another voice intruded. A voice that I didn't know! Her lover was in there with her! They were fucking in there! In my house! 

I was furious! I stepped up to the door and since it was partially open I could hear my wife!

"Oh, baby, you are so-o-o good!" "You do this so much better than Jim!" "You can have me anytime you want, I'll be your slut forever!"

I was stunned! She was fucking some guy, probably a black guy, and saying that I wasn't as good of a lover as he was! My own wife had turned against me in my own home! Her lover moaned and whispered something to her! Soon my wife answered him!

"YES!" "YES!" "I'll be your slut!" "Yes I'll do what ever you want when ever you want, however you want me to!" "If you tell me to I'll do your friends!" "Anything you want I'll do because I love you!"

I was shell-shocked at this point! My own wife was giving her love to some black guy and offering her body for all of his friends! I felt tears welling up in my eyes! I was shaking all over! I had to stop her! I had to do something! I didn't want to lose my wife! Even though it seemed that I had already lost her to this black bastard! I burst into the room and saw my wife being fucked doggie fashion! Her lover's back was to me, his black toned body thrusting his cock into my beloved wife. She was begging for him to go deeper and harder! I grabbed him by his dreadlocks and started to yank back! He elbowed me very hard in the groin, causing me to almost throw up! He had nailed me in my nuts so hard I just collapsed onto the floor on all fours! He had jumped back behind me and at the one glance I took; all I saw was my wife's shocked face as she started to cry!

The guy kicked my in my ribs and was yelling at me in an odd voice! I was holding my stomach, and now my ribs, trying not to puke everywhere! My wife was yelling at him to leave me be! She was also trying to come up with some lame-brained excuse as to what they had been doing! You know, 'this isn't what you think Jim!" "You need to understand that I still love you!" The usual line of bullshit that comes with 'discovery' of a spouse caught doing the nasty dance with someone else!

Her lover had left the room and was in the bathroom behind a locked door by the time I could bring myself to sit up on my knees and look around. My wife had covered herself with the sheet from the bed and was just sitting at the end of the bed crying! I finally stood up, somewhat shakily, since I was still ready to toss lunch!

"I'll get my things together, and be gone as quick as I can!" "I know that you love your new man, and I have lost you!" "I only hope that you will be able to forgive me for driving you into his arms like I did!" "Or maybe, you wanted this, I don't know, but I have lost you now, that is all I know!" "Goodbye Wendy!" I left the guestroom and went to our bedroom and started to pack up my things, realizing now, that I didn't really have much of anything! Not that I wanted anyway. I had lost the one thing that I cherished more than life, and nothing seemed to matter now!

Suddenly the bedroom door slammed open! Her lover stood before me, still naked! 'He' was a woman! A very beautiful black goddess! She had a strap-on dildo on, and she looked somewhat ashamed! 

"Jim!" "It's not as bad as you think!" "I'm your wife's lover!" "My friends are other women!" "Wendy hasn't been cheating on you with men!"

I was doubly shocked now! Not only had Wendy been cheating on me, her lover was a woman! I had lost my wife to a woman! A woman had stolen my love away! I had been depressed before because I thought that my wife had been cheating with a guy! Now, I learn that my wife had cheated on me with a woman! I felt so low! Was I such a bad lover that even a woman could have turned my wife away from me? GOD! I wanted to die! I left the room with both women trying to talk to me! Their words ran over each other and I just ran out the door! I went to the rental car and drove aimlessly around for hours.

It was raining. The gas gauge was low, so I pulled into a gas station and fueled up. As I fueled the car another car pulled up. It was a young couple, deeply in love, obviously. They were hugging and holding each other closely. Just like Wendy and I had been! It seemed like so long ago! The song on the radio was playing, something about being rusted and weathered, I was watching this couple loving one another and felt about as low as I had ever felt! I was rusting away, and I had weathered away a true loving wife! This had been brought on by my own greed, my need to be bigger and more important. I now knew that some things in life were more important than prestige, money, and material things! I wished that I could go back, and start over! I still loved my wife! I had driven her to cheat on me; yes I considered any relationship outside of our marriage to be cheating! Her lover might as well as been a man! The thing that bothered me was how I had ignored her needs until she had fallen into someone else's arms! 

I went to the motel room and went to bed. I slept past checkout time and had to keep the room for another day. When I got up I called into work and made up an excuse to miss work for the rest of the week. My secretary told me my wife had called numerous times and sounded desperate! I called my lawyer, and made an appointment to meet him the following day. I then got up my nerve and drove to my house. Wendy was home and had been crying, her eyes red and bloodshot. Her 'lover' was there, but she stayed in the guestroom. Wendy took my hands and started to talk to me. I wasn't listening very well, and only heard a very little bit of what she was saying. I just headed to the bedroom and began to finish packing my stuff. Wendy sat on the bed and started to cry some more!

Pretty soon I had my stuff, a pitiful small bag and a small box of things, and took them out to the car. I went back in, just to tell Wendy that I was going to file for divorce. I couldn't face her so as I told her, I looked down at the floor and mumbled it out in one quick sentence. Wendy gasped and grabbed me! She was hugging me tightly, and wouldn't let go!

"JIM!" "Please wait!" "We can work this out, honest!" "You have to listen to me Jim!"

I couldn't stand to hear my love of my life sobbing and talking to me like this! I was all torn up inside! I hesitated, and that my friend's is how battles are lost! I hesitated, and Wendy sensed my reluctance to leave! She pulled me into the kitchen and sat me down at the table! 

"We can work through this Jim, I still love you very, very, much!" "You have to believe me Jim!" "Luanne is a very good friend, and yes we have been lovers for quite a while, but, I still truly love you Jim!" "This affair just kind of happened one night." "I was over at Luanne's place, crying on her shoulder, literally, since our love life was shot to hell, and, well, I thought that you were having an affair!" 

Luanne came into the kitchen and just sat quietly at the other end of the table. 

"Why?" "Wendy, why didn't you tell me that you felt this way? "Never-mind, I know that I probably wasn't 'Hearing' what you were telling me!" "I know that I drove you into her arms, but, for the last couple of months I was trying real hard and you seemed to be, well, bored with me!" "The night you actually yawned in my face while we were making love!" "That cut me real deep!" "Then I caught you, I thought your lover was a black man, and I thought He had you fucking his friends!" I lost it!" "I'm sorry Luanne, I really didn't mean to hurt anyone, even the 'man' fucking my wife, but I truly lost it when I saw you two together on the bed fucking!" 

Luanne just looked at me for a moment, and then she said to Wendy, "You were right, he really does love you, he just doesn't know how to really show you how much, Wendy!" "I have done much to drive a stake between you two and now I feel very upset!" "I never meant to come between anyone else's spouse and ruin a marriage!" 

Wendy was holding herself together pretty well now, and she looked fondly over at Luanne. "I love you Luanne, and nothing will change that ever!" "I knew that Jim would eventually catch us, I hoped that it wouldn't be like it was, but I kept it going because I loved to make love to you baby!"

Wendy got up and went over to Luanne and hugged her for a moment. "Well Jim, I guess I owe you an explanation!" 

I just shrugged. What did I expect? She was happier with Luanne, so I was a man without a home now! "You don't owe me anything Wendy." "I am sorry that I acted so ignorantly, and drove you away from me!" "Obviously I have lost you to Luanne so I guess we just need to make this as painless as possible!" "To be honest, I just want what I already got in the car, so I'll just leave you two to your own now!" I got up and started to walk away. Luanne jumped up and blocked my path.

"Jim, you owe Wendy a little bit more than a few lousy minutes!" "Sit back down and listen to your wife, you idiot!" "I think that she is, in her own way, trying to get you to forgive her and come back to her!"

Wendy had started to cry again! I stopped in front of Luanne, and finally sat back down. Wendy sobbed some more, and then got a hold of herself. "Jim, please understand!" "I love you with all of my heart, and I need you to forgive me for cheating on you like I have!" "I can promise that things will be different, but I know that you would have a hard time believing that, so I'm asking you to just give me one more chance and start over with me!" "I need you Jim!" "I would not be the same person without you, and I know that I have hurt you deeply!" "I don't know what to say to you that will make this all better or go away!" "I have hurt the only person that I truly have loved with all of my heart!"

I was a little upset, since I had heard her in bed with her lover, and what she had said to her about loving her and everything and Wendy could see me thinking about that as I thought it! She looked at me like a deer caught in the headlights, and I knew she was trying to think of what to say!

"Wendy, I heard what you told Luanne, how you loved her, how she was a much better lover than me, how you would do anything for her, so don't try to kid a kidder here!" "I know that I have been remiss in my duties as a husband in the sex department, and that drove you into another's arms." "I had my heart ripped out as I heard you talk to your lover, and I know that you meant what you said from your heart!" "I couldn't live with the fact that a woman stole you from me and I can't accept that you cheated on me, so where does that leave us?" "I want more than anything for this to have been a very bad nightmare, but it happened, in reality, and, well now we have the consequences of those actions!" "We have to live with the fact that you cheated, with a woman, and I probably drove you to it!" "I have to live with the additional fact that you prefer her sexually to me!" "That is something that I might be able to forgive, but I feel diminished in respect to my 'love-making abilities' now!"

Wendy looked at me and soon had tears streaming down her face. I was sure that we were finished as a married couple, and just wanted to get away! Wendy was sobbing, and Luanne started to cry also! I think that they had never realized how all of this would affect a man! How would he feel knowing that not only had his wife cheated, but with a woman of all people! How he would know that his wife preferred a person with a fake cock! I was feeling pretty bad now. I just needed for this to be over and to get some rest. I didn't know what I was going to do now, but I knew that things were going to change for me drastically!

I had two crying women on my hands and I didn't feel like being a nursemaid. Especially since it was my wife and her 'lover'! I still loved my wife, and I was pretty sure that she still loved me, but I didn't see how I could fit in another person to our lives, that wasn't a child of ours! I mean, Luanne did have a real nice body, good-sized tits, and tight ass, all of the 'right' things. The things that any man would like! I just wasn't interested in her sexually, I only had eyes for my wife, and I had only had eyes for my wife since I had known her! I also knew that I couldn't accept her having another person for a lover either! While our marriage wasn't yet dead, I was pretty sure it would soon be that way!




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I left that night and stayed at the motel. Over the next few weeks, I found my own place, and just stopped by once in a while to see that Wendy was ok. I would drop off some money, and talk for a bit, then leave. Our talks were stiff and choppy. I just wanted to hold Wendy! She looked so lost! I didn't know what she was thinking, she would comment on the weather, or other mundane thing, and I would just mention work or something just as stupid! Luanne never seemed to be around when I was there, so I didn't know what was going on between her and Wendy, and I didn't ask! Wendy looked like she was losing weight, and she hadn't been over-weight to begin with! I saw circles under her eyes, like she hadn't been sleeping well at all!

I hadn't been sleeping well at all either, if the truth were to be known! I hadn't slept a full sleep since all of this had begun, and it was starting to show at work. My boss was concerned, and talked to me for a while one day. He asked some pertinent questions, and then when I finally caved in he listened to my whole story! I hadn't talked to anyone about this and I guess I just unloaded on him! He won my everlasting gratitude when he kept it all to himself, and invited me to his house for dinner that night! His beautiful wife made a very good meal for us and was very attentive to both of us. Later, he talked to me and then, after getting my ok, he brought his wife in and she listened as I retold her everything that had been going on in my life! I was afraid that she would laugh, or worse think I was some kind of creep or jerk, but she really surprised me when she seemed to understand exactly what I was going through!

Later that evening, my boss told me their story. I found out that they had been through a very similar situation, and they had managed to work it all out! They told me how her and her lover had been caught by my boss in bed much the same way I had caught my wife and her lover! He told me how he had felt the same way as me, and she explained what I had needed to hear! I believed that she knew that I still loved my Wendy, and that I still wanted to be with her! She told me a woman's point of view and how Wendy probably hadn't been with her lover since that fateful day I had caught them together!

I wanted to believe that Wendy hadn't been with Luanne again since then, but how was I to know for sure? I thought about what we had talked about that night at my bosses, and finally made up my mind to ask Wendy out to dinner on the following weekend! I figured that I had one shot at keeping her as my wife, and I was now willing to try my best to win her back!

We had our 'date', and it went real well. We talked a lot that night and in the many subsequent night s that followed! Soon, I moved back in with Wendy, and we started the long painful process of trying all over again. There were huge differences now, of course! I tried to be more in tune with Wendy's needs and wants, and she really tried to be more in tune with mine. We hadn't had sex at all for, well almost seven months! When I had moved back in I had taken the guest bedroom. Wendy hadn't argued at all about it, I think that she was just glad to have me in the same house as her! One night, we were in the living room watching a movie. I had made some popcorn, and Wendy and I were sharing the big bowl. We both reached for some at the same time, and our hands touched! The feeling was electric! Pretty soon, the movie was forgotten, and we were kissing and making out like two teenagers! We got undressed right there on the couch and started to fuck! I was licking and sucking her tits, her big beautiful tits! Her nipples were hard as rocks, sticking way out; farther than I had ever seen them stick out before! Her hands, and soon mouth were busy in my crotch, feeling and massaging my cock and balls! 

Pretty soon Wendy was licking and sucking on my very painfully hard cock! I was about to shoot off so I warned her; she looked up at me and just dove back down! She took all of me into her mouth; I could feel how her throat closed in around the head of my cock as she sucked me in! I warned her again, since I hadn't hardly ever cum in her mouth, and she just kept looking at me her eyes were locked on mine and as I looked down at her, I just lost it and started to cum like never before! She swallowed all that I had and didn't loose a drop! This was a very new feeling to me, and I loved it a lot!

Soon I returned the favor, licking and sucking my way down to her still shaved pussy! I hadn't realized that she was still keeping herself bald down there, and an instant I hesitated. She noticed the hesitation, and then said," I shaved it for you silly!" "I read where men really like a clean-shaven woman, so I shaved just for you tonight!" "It had all grown back from the last time I shaved, I was hoping that you and I would have sex tonight, so I shaved it just for you, honest!"

I decided that she was telling the truth, so I smiled and told her 'Thank you'! I restarted licking her and tonguing her pussy. I had her clit between my lips and was sucking on it when she had her first orgasm! Soon I worked her up to another one and then on her third one I moved up and began to insert my very hard cock into her! She opened her legs farther, and then grabbed my ass cheeks to pull me hard into her very tight, wet, pussy! She obviously hadn't had anything in there for a while! She was tighter than I ever remembered her being! We soon came together, and after a little rest, we started all over again! 

This time, when she got done sucking me to another very hard erection, she bent close to my ear, and whispered, in a very sexy, raspy voice, that she wanted me to fuck her ass! More new territory! This was a surprise! I had wanted to fuck her ass but had never dreamed that she would let me so I had never brought it up! I hadn't even hinted at it! Now she was offering it to me!

I knew that for it to be pleasurable for both of us we would need some lubricant, so I told her that I was going to find something to use. She stopped me and said that she had bought some today at the store, wanting to give me her anal virginity tonight also! I found the lube where she said it was and using two fingers, I started to rub her rosebud. Soon I had three fingers slipping in and out of her very tight, hot asshole! She had gotten used to the intruders, and had started to moan and hump her hips at my hand as I finger-fucked her ass! At this point I lubed up my cock, which was so hard I thought it was going to burst! Soon I was inserting that hard cock into my wife's virgin asshole! It was very hot, and very tight! It didn't take my too long before I was close to cumming! Wendy was humping back towards me as I stroked in and out of her! I started to cum and Wendy pulled away! She turned around and took all of me into her mouth! I shot off about as hard as I ever had and the orgasm was the absolute best I had ever had! I was tingling all over for quite a while afterwards, and Wendy just lay in my arms and held me!

Well, this all happened several years and two kids ago! We managed to stay together, and are still in love! Luanne, I have never seen again, and Wendy has never mentioned her since either! 

This isn't to say everything has been a bed of roses, because it hasn't been. We had quite a few problems for two years after that night and I had problems in dealing with the whole thing! I finally saw a professional, who also saw Wendy and I as a couple, after some counseling, we buried the demons and got on with our lives! I wouldn't give up Wendy for anything, or any reason! I feel that she feels the same way! We have our happiness now and we work hard at listening to each other and being there for each other! Our kids know nothing about those bad years, and I hope that they never do! I just tell this story so that people in like situations can see how we ended up handling our problems, and that there may be hope for your situation!



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We take a leisurely hike through the woods after a short drive. I can see in your eyes how happy you are to be free of all distractions of your every day life. It is just you and I walking quietly deeper into the woods taking in the scenery along the path. I can't help but watch you as we continue on in silence. Graceful and fluid, you seem so at home here in the forest. A rustling in the brush off to our right catches my attention as I stare trying to see what created the noise. I wonder in fear as my heartbeats faster holding my breath, I watch as you throw caution to the wind and head towards the place where the sound came from. I attempt to call you back but you dismiss my words before they even leave my mouth with the simplest gesture of placing your finger to your lips. My heart leaps into my throat as my fear nearly overtakes me. Springing forth from the bushes on to the path just a short distance away from you, a doe hesitates for only a moment before bounding across the path and disappearing into the woods quickly. I see your hand move up to cover your heart as you turn to look me in the eyes. 

Fear is not what I see in your eyes but beauty and kindness as you whisper for me to come closer. Your eyes return to the bushes where the doe leapt from and stare intently. As I step up along side you and follow your gaze, I behold innocence and love in the eyes of a fawn. Realizing I've been holding my breath all this time I slowly exhale as I smile at my foolishness. Looking at you I see a smile that spreads warmth through me and fills my soul. The doe would sacrifice herself in protection of her love, as I would do for you. Reaching out and taking your hand in mine, I pull you close and whisper, "Today is special just as tomorrow will be, our love of our friendship is just as special and timeless as well." Staring deeply into your eyes as I speak these words promising them to you always, I see a tear begin to form in your eye as a sign that you believe me with even your soul.

I gently pull you away from the fawn in the brush and head back the way we came from. Squeezing your hand in mine, I feel the softness of your warm hand. I lead us off the path we were walking on and just into the brush line. I turn to face you and pull you close to me, kissing you before you realize what is happening. You kiss me back wrapping your arms around my neck and let your fingers play with the hairs on the nape of my neck. I instantly wrap my arms around your waist and draw your body closer to mine and purr into your mouth at your touch. My heart begins pounding in my chest as I kiss you with every ounce of passion I have. Running my hands up and down your back, pressing you even closer to me. I feel your hands pulling me into you and kissing me deeper. I hear your soft moans as your tongue invades my mouth and dances with mine. Slowly we work our way down to the forest floor and as we lay down side by side never breaking our kiss, I think how lucky I am to be here with you.

Slipping my arm under your shoulder and cradling your head in the palm of my hand as we kiss. My body covers yours slightly. Your hands are running up and down my sides, gently pulling and clawing at my shirt. Sliding my free hand over your cheek lightly and down along your jaw-line over your neck and to rest on your breast. I can feel your heart racing even under your clothes; the moan that escapes your lips brings a smile to my lips. Kissing down your jaw to your neck and gently nibbles the ticklish flesh there until I've found that spot just behind your ear that I know drives you wild. Your sudden loud moan tells me I've found the spot I was seeking. I slowly kiss that area then lightly nibble on it, I am nearly thrown from your body with your wild writhing. "You beast, you know what that does to me" rings out from your nearly breathless body. I press my lips to your ear and softly whisper; "yes I do know what this does to you".

Your hands caress down my back and lifts my shirt, finding the spot on my back that just a light caress will send me over the edge and into wild abandon. Pulling at each other's clothes, we give ourselves to the passions deep within us and consummate our desires and needs with one another before the witness' of the heavens and the creatures of the forest. Laying a top of you and moving with your body, feeling your body pushing up to meet mine. Giving our souls and our hearts to one another in this most sacred way. I press my face into your neck and bite down there, trying to stifle the roar that seeks to escape me. You rip your nails down my back, and cry out with pain and pleasure from my bite and the sensations that are flowing between our bodies. Exploding as one with you as you hold me close to your heart, I wrap my arms around you tighter holding you against me. I slip from your heated depths and lay beside you, caressing your beautiful body. 

Gazing deeply into your eyes, seeing again there is no fear, only love and wonder. Your hand reaches up and caresses my cheek as you whisper to me, "I love you too, thank you for today". I smile to you and lean close to kiss your lips tenderly, and whisper back, "I'll love you for all eternity". Holding one another I think of all the things we discovered this day, and I find myself thanking you for sharing every moment with me, for making me see what I feared to see. The smile that spreads from your lips to your eyes, warms me and fills me so that I can only stare and respond as you kiss me pulling me into your body to hold me forever. I realize at this moment, I never want to let go of you and that I wish to share the rest of my life with you. I know now why so many would give their lives for the one they love, I would give my life for you, my love.



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The year my dad's brother came to live with us was the best year of my life. It was the year I was just beginning to understand my own sexuality. I'd known the biological functions for a long time but I was just beginning to explore the complex longings of my body and those fantasies that fogged my head both night and day. 

I'd had a few boyfriends whom I'd fooled around with but I was so confused about it all. My friends made such a big deal out of sex, but the times I'd done it hadn't left me satisfied. I felt there had to be more than the hurried, sweaty groping I'd endured at parties, but I wasn't sure what that something could be.

My uncle was a fashion photographer living in France and had been offered a great job in the city where we lived. He traveled to stay with us and, upon accepting the job, my parents gladly invited him to stay for as long as he needed. We had plenty of room and they looked forward to spending time with him.

He was older than my dad, single, and very handsome, but the most compelling thing about him was how utterly cool he was. He was worldly and smooth, charismatic and funny. He made jokes I didn't fully understand but I could sense there was a double meaning to them, something risqué or sexual. He treated me like another adult and I found that incredibly exciting. The way he dressed and the way he spoke, and just about everything else about him made my heart beat faster, left me unable to speak or think. And the more attention he paid me, however innocent it was, the more aroused I felt.

I tried to push those feelings away or at least not think of them in terms of my uncle. He was 30 years older than me and he was my uncle for God's sake, but sometimes when I crawled in bed at night I'd close my eyes and see the tan, lined face of my uncle and feel a surge of excitement like I'd never felt before. I couldn't stop touching myself and if I'd been perfectly honest, I didn't really want to stop.

It became immediately apparent that he had this effect on all the women he encountered. While he was living with us, he had dates several nights a week with different women, occasionally staying out all night and returning rumpled but happy the next morning. He'd drink his coffee at the breakfast table with us, laughing easily as if he'd just had a long, restful sleep. 

He made sketchy jokes over the orange juice and waffles, jokes that made something stir inside me as I stole peeks at him over my cereal bowl. When he caught my eye, he'd wink a dark brown eye, sending a shiver through my body and a blush creeping up my face.

I would have expected my parents to disapprove of his obvious sexual appetite and easy joking manner (especially in front of me), but not long after he moved in I noticed a change in my parents as well. They seemed friskier with each other, their morning kisses goodbye lasting longer, my father's hand roaming my mom's back in an obviously affectionate way.

And more than once I was woken in the middle of the night by the sounds of their lovemaking, soft moans that grew louder and louder as the springs on their bed squeaked in a frantic rhythm. I couldn't help but feel aroused by the sounds of their passion even if they were my parents. And the knowledge that my handsome uncle slept in the room right next to mine heightened my sense of arousal, leading me to entertain explicit fantasies of being made love to by him.

On Saturdays he worked in a darkroom studio in the city and with my parents away on various errands I often had the house to myself. That's how I managed to sneak into his bedroom and see his photos without him knowing.

It started innocently enough, I just wondered what his room looked like and I meant to only peek inside, but once I opened the door my curiosity grew. The room smelled vaguely of cologne, of the smell I'd come to associate with my uncle and the feeling being around him gave me and I was surprised to feel a sense of excitement building in me, not just general excitement but sexual excitement, deep down in my belly. I stepped into the darkened room and felt my heart beat faster.

His bed was neatly made and the rest of the room was tidy. On the top of the dresser was a small novel with a French title I couldn't read, a bottle of aspirin, and a dish that held coins and a couple of keys. I felt a slight sinking feeling of disappointment and realised I'd expected to find something more personal, more revealing. I was about to sneak back out of the room when I spotted a lightbox. It held a dark contact sheet on a cluttered worktable with scattered negatives, lenses and other photographic equipment. I tiptoed over, switched it on, and leaned closer to examine it. 

The light revealed many poses of two naked women with long, dark hair. The lighting was strong, the shadows deep, and as I compared the tiny images I found myself growing more and more aroused. In some of the poses the women’s' bodies were just pressed against each other, or their limbs were tangled so that it wasn't always immediately clear where one woman ended and the other began. In others their tongues entwined or their fingers disappeared between their white thighs. Whether they were explicitly sexual or not, they were all certainly sexy.

One picture in particular excited me. The strong light threw the shadow of one woman's breasts across the belly of the other woman. Just below the shadow of the breasts you could see her curly, dark pubic hair and the beginning of a darker line I assumed must be the slit of her cunt, though it was hard to tell since the image was so small. Why it excited me so, I couldn't say, but I felt the familiar stirring in my stomach, an ache inside that made me warm.

Just then, I heard the front door close and in a panic fled back to my room. My heart was hammering and I could feel the wetness between my legs. In my mind I couldn't stop seeing the women’s' breasts and faces, their mouths locked and their legs and arms all tangled. It was a world of sensuality I'd never contemplated and I was a little surprised to find it so exciting. Or maybe it was the knowledge that these were the sorts of photos my uncle was taking, that he was the one who captured the images in the first place. That was undeniably arousing.

I started to sneak into his room every chance I got and every time I did I went straight to the lightbox and stared. For a while it was that same contact sheet of the two dark haired women and then a man joined the images and it began to grow more and more explicit each time I went in to spy. 

They were all very artistic but I began to see more open legs, swollen, spread labia, then a hard cock, grasping fingers, and finally explicit close-ups of intercourse with strong, dark shadows turning the shapes into abstract patterns. It was dizzying to me, the mystery of it all, these tiny images in strong black and white, and the knowledge that it was my uncle who'd taken the photos.

My uncle started spending more time in the darkroom studio, which gave me many opportunities to sneak into his room. I thought at the time this was just lucky but I learned later he knew all along I'd been sneaking in and looking at the pictures. He knew and he started baiting me with more and more erotic images so I'd be sure to come back.

Around the same time I caught him looking at me in a very different way and making jokes with me that bordered on inappropriate. A casual chat with him had always left me slightly breathless but now I was aware of his sly smiles and his eyes that lingered on my breasts. All of this left me in a state of almost constant arousal. I touched myself every night and thought about sex almost exclusively, indulging in fantasies of being photographed, stroked, and fucked by my uncle.

I can only guess that the intoxicating effect the images had on my head was what kept me from hearing the front door close and the sound of my uncle's footsteps down the hall. That, or it's possible he was extra quiet and had hoped to find me there. Whatever happened, that's where he found me, very aroused, my nose close to the glowing light, my fingers tracing circles on my nipples through the fabric of my shirt, my breathing getting quicker.

I did hear the bedroom door close. I turned suddenly to find him standing with his back against it, cool as can be, smiling slightly, one finger to his lips in an unmistakable gesture of quiet. I said nothing, my heart stuck in my throat, as I watched him slowly cross the room toward me. He touched my upper arm in a way that seemed almost parental, and whispered, soothingly, "It's ok."

I stiffened but didn't move. His eyes moved across my face but I couldn't name the expression in them. He was calm and composed as his hand dropped from my arm and his eyes dropped to my breasts, sweeping down the length of my body. I tried to swallow or breathe but I couldn't. I just waited and watched him looking me over.

He stepped back a bit, meeting my eyes again, then moved just past me, leaning toward the lightbox. His eyes skipped from square to square, and a slight smile played on his lips. I felt myself blush. As he studied the images I felt as if he was looking at me, at my nudity on display for him. I felt even more revealed than I had when he first walked in.

"These are a few months old." he said, still staring at the contact sheet. "Would you like to see my more recent work?" 

He turned to face me, completely calm, as if he was simply sharing his portfolio with me. As if these were holiday snaps of his trip to Venice and not at all pornographic. The slight smile was there, playing on his lips, but his face was benevolent, open and kind. I heard myself try to speak but I don't know if I said yes or no, if I said anything at all. 

He pulled an envelope from the top of the worktable and replaced the contact sheet with another. He stepped back and indicated that I should look. I hesitated, not sure what to do, but his hand on my shoulder moved me gently forward and I felt myself drawn in, my heart beating hard as I leaned closer to the images, slowly letting them come into focus.

A dark-haired woman sat in a chair in the first shot. And as I viewed each photo in sequence, she gradually undressed herself, her legs spread and her black skirt crept up and up. Her painted nails were dark against her thighs. Her skin seemed impossibly smooth. She parted the darkness of her pubic hair to show plump and glistening labia as the camera moved closer, framing her in different ways.

"She's lovely, isn't she?" I heard him ask, his voice just at my shoulder. "She's usually very shy but she loves to be watched like this." His fingers slid above the surface of the lightbox, following the progress of the shots, the progress of her hands as they moved down between her legs. 

"She comes alive in front of the camera." he murmured and I felt a sudden faintness at the closeness of his body, the power of my arousal.

His finger stopped on one shot, the woman's hands on either side of her pussy, the light just catching the curve of her pussy lips, the rest in blackest shadow. There was much more hidden than shown in that shot but it was undeniably erotic, showing her shyness and desire all at once.

My uncle removed the contact sheet and replaced it with another of the same woman, a continuation of the last series I supposed. These pictures all focused closely on her pussy, her dark-painted fingernails and her pale, thin fingers as they explored the folds of her cunt.

"She is so beautiful when she touches herself." he whispered. I could feel that he'd moved closer, just barely touching me, his mouth nearer to my ear. His voice went straight to my spine, sending electric currents through my whole body. I couldn't believe this was happening. I wondered where it was going.

"I love to watch a woman please herself." he said. "And I love that you've been sneaking in here to do just that." At this point, his hands touched my shoulders and I felt him press against me from behind. I steadied myself against the edge of the table and held my breath. His hands moved slowly down my arms then around to my waist where they roamed just a little, stroking the upper curve of my hips.

"I'm sorry I interrupted you this time but you looked so beautiful standing there, I couldn't help myself." he whispered as his hands moved upward in wide, slow circles, inching their way to my breasts. I heard myself gasp a little as I realised what he'd said. 

This time?

Had he watched me before? From the doorway? Had he seen me in my room? I felt a surge of excitement and fear at the idea of him spying on me. I must have lurched a bit in my surprise and he took it as an indication of arousal, for he pressed his pelvis a bit harder against me and his hands dipped low and pulled the fabric of my shirt up over my breasts in one swift motion.

Maybe I could have stopped him just then but instead I pressed my ass against him and watched his expert fingers unfasten the bra closure without hesitation. In an instant my bra was opened and my uncle's warm, tan hands covered my breasts, clutching them tight. He gave a little moan, like a quiet hum, and somewhere deep in my belly I felt an ache like I'd never felt before.

I didn't care anymore that he was my uncle, or that he was so much older than me. His hands on my body had an overpowering effect on me and I do believe I would have let him do almost anything at that point, I was so aroused.

His hands moved off my breasts and slid upward, pushing the fabric of my bra and shirt up under my chin. I looked down at my naked breasts, the pale glow of the lightbox illuminating them from below. 

"Look how beautiful you are." he whispered as we stared together, our bodies pressed close and held perfectly still. My nipples were hard and small and looked so dark in the shadowy room. I arched my back and marveled at how beautiful I looked, how sensual and erotic the sight of my own naked tits was to me. I loved that he was looking too.

When he whispered, "Touch them." I didn't hesitate. I wanted this more than anything, to be seen like this by my uncle. I wanted to touch myself and know his eyes were following my every move. I'd had no idea that desire was within me but his rich, soft voice brought it to life and I found my hand rising obediently toward my breasts.

I cupped them gently then began to trace wide circle on them, all around my nipples but never touching them directly. I could hear him sighing as I moved my fingertips all around the flesh of my breasts, inching closer to my nipples then pulling away. I felt a stab of fear. I knew once I touched them, there'd be no turning back. 

The knowledge that my uncle was watching closely, that he found this so erotic, that the heat and hardness against my lower back was his growing cock, urged me on. I let my fingertips graze both nipples at the same time and shuddered at the sensation. I increased the pressure and felt a jolt of excitement flow through my body. I pressed against my uncle's body and started to stroke my nipples with my fingertips in a slow, circular motion. 

"Does that feel good?" he asked, his lips against my ear. I heard myself answer in a strangled voice, and a sudden cry of desire erupted from my throat as I stroked myself harder, my arousal building fast. "Ohh yes... it does." I couldn't help but moan.

"How beautiful you are," he murmured as one of his hands moved down and deftly unfastened the front of my jeans. Things were moving so fast and my arousal was so intense I knew there was no way to stop this.

I felt such an urge to cry as his hand slid lower, as his breath touched my ear and he whispered, "Such perfect breasts." His hand slid down into the front of my waistband of my jeans, then my underwear, and soon his palm was inching toward my cunt, moving so slowly I could barely stand it.

"And I know your pussy is just as beautiful," he whispered as his fingers slid into my pubic hair. "I've seen you in your bed." he said slowly, as his hand slid between my thighs with ease. "Your pussy is so beautiful." he said as his fingertips pressed against the wet, outer lips of my cunt. 

I groaned and closed my eyes, fully aware that my uncle had his hand on my cunt. This was real, not a fantasy. I pinched my nipples and imagined his eye behind the camera, his excitement growing as I got closer and closer to an orgasm. I'd imagined this a hundred times but the real touch of his hand on my cunt was better than anything I could've dreamed. My moans grew louder as his fingers slid between my wet pussy lips and began stroking me gently. 

"My God... you're so soft and wet." he said as his fingers stroked faster, sliding all around the entrance to my cunt. When his thumb touched my clit I jumped, my moans almost turning to pleading wails, and squeezed my breasts in my hands as hard as I could. I was nearly panting, on the verge of an orgasm like I'd never known before. 

I'd come with other boys before, but not even the best or strongest one could compare with how I felt right now, on the edge of coming. No cock had ever brought me to such heights of arousal as this. Nothing could compare.

I heard my voice as if from a distance, "Ohhh. I'm going to come." It sounded rough with a mix of panic and desire as I stroked my nipples in rhythm with his experienced fingers. I didn't want it to end, but I wanted so badly to come like this, with him close and watching.

I heard him whisper, "Open your eyes," and when I did he had moved slightly to the side of me and was studying my face carefully. He looked so handsome to me just then. Strong and gentle, but undeniably desirable, undeniably sexy. And judging from the look on that handsome face, he found me just as desirable, just as sexy.

He changed the angle of his wrist and began rapidly and firmly stroking my clit, his eyes moving from my flushed face to my naked breasts and back again. "Oh God..." he whispered, "you're so beautiful." 

His voice was like another hand touching me. It poured over me and as I stared into my uncle's eyes I felt the urgent pressure inside my cunt. I said it again, "I'm going to come." and felt his fingers press into me, sliding deeper and deeper inside. The feeling of being entered was incredible and I couldn't help but grind myself against his hand, wanting more of him inside me.

I glanced at his face, then the contact sheet on the lightbox, then my own pale breasts and puckered nipples and my fingers working like mad. I looked at his face, the intensity there, and the slight movement of his arm against my belly as he brought me closer and closer to coming. It was more than I could bear. I let out a groan and pinched my nipples hard, grinding against the hand between my legs.

"That's it." he whispered as I moved against him, the ache like pain inside my cunt just about to break. "I want to see you come," he coaxed, allowing his thumb to find my clit again. "I want to feel it around my fingers." His face was intense, his eyes wide, and I heard myself panting and crying as the walls of my cunt clutched and throbbed.

I had to let go of my breasts to steady myself against the edge of the table and my uncle caught my waist with his free hand. In this way his fingers slid deeper inside me and my whole body shook. I felt my eyes fill with tears as waves of pleasure moved through me. He moved his hand just slightly, coaxing a few more contractions from my cunt, and then he withdrew his fingers and laid his palm against my outer pussy lips. 

I was weak and dizzy, exhausted like I'd run a mile, and as my uncle slid his wet fingers from between my legs, I let the tears spill down my face.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked, seeing my tears. I shook my head but more tears spilled over my cheeks. I'd been overcome by the sensations, by the intensity of the pleasure and the freedom I'd felt touching myself while he watched. I tried to explain through my tears but I didn't really understand it either, so I just cried and whispered, "It was beautiful."




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The young woman lay motionless on her bed, lost in thoughts of a dark haired man. His blue eyes haunted her dreams of late, and she so eagerly wanted to see him again. That night at the club, he had ignited a spark deep within her. The desire to be touched, teased, fulfilled. He had stirred the urge to explore her sexuality and she was more than willing to begin the journey. The problem was she had no idea where to start. 

At that moment, the phone rang. She sat up in bed, reaching for the handset on her nightstand. 

"Hello?"

"Don't talk, just listen."

"Who is this?"

"I said, don't talk. Tomorrow night, at 8 o'clock, you will go to Pulse and sit at the bar. You will wear the black dress that will be delivered in the morning. You will wait for me. Talk to no one until I get there."

"No, I want to know who this is."

"You know me, and I know you, quite intimately, in fact. We met last weekend at Pulse. We danced, and you let me penetrate your luscious body right there on the dance floor. Do you remember?"

Jess's mouth dropped open, color staining her cheeks. She remembered all too well. "Yes, I remember."

"Good. I will see you tomorrow," he said and hung up.

Jess stared dumbly at the phone for a moment, fully aware that she should have been frightened of the way he spoke to her, the way he ordered her around, but she wasn't. To her amazement, she realized that it had done the exact opposite. Instead of scaring her, it had excited her. His voice had brought to mind the feel of his hands on her body, his breath on her skin, the feel of him inside her. His words had kindled the spark within her, stoking the flames of desire. 

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Early the next morning, a package was delivered to her house. It contained, as she was told, a black dress with matching shoes. The jet colored dress was exquisite, consisting of a long, sheer, billowy material over a short, fitted sheath. The spaghetti straps were lightly sequined as was the empire waistline. The overskirt was also randomly sequined so it sparkled just enough to draw the eye without being flashy. 

The rest of the day seemed to drag on endlessly. Jess found herself watching the clock on the mantle every few minutes. She cursed herself for being so silly but couldn't suppress the surge of desire that shot through her body at the memory of his words. His words brought back thoughts of the night they met, the people, the music, the dance floor. Her mind flooded with the sensations easily remembered from that night; the way he smelled, how his callused hands snagged the fabric of her skirt, the feel of him deep within her.

Her fingers trailed down her supple body, grazing over her taut nipples and flat stomach. She teased the skin of her inner thighs with her nails, gently dragging them along the tender flesh toward her heated core. She closed her eyes, imagining her hands were his. Jess's hand made its way up over her panties and she was slightly surprised to find them damp. A soft moan escaped her lips as her fingers traced her now swollen lips through the thin material. 

One hand slipped inside them, caressing the bare skin underneath while the other cupped her breast. Jess bit her lip gently, her fingers sliding closer to her moist sex. She brought her nipple to her lips, flicking her tongue over it, teasing it until it hardened. She then pinched and pulled it as her other hand found the little nub of her clit. 

As soon as her fingers touched it, her body arched off the chair. She gasped, her fingers slowly stroking. Jess's fingers glided further down, feeling the moisture dribbling from her tight channel. She slipped one digit within her, then another. Her hand began moving, working her fingers in and out, increasing the pace as her passion built. 

She pulled her fingers out, moving them back to her clit, stroking it. She was moaning in earnest now, her peak racing toward her like a runaway train. When it finally hit her, she screamed, sliding her fingers back into her velvet channel. She felt the muscles spasming around her fingers, as if milking them. 

Jess collapsed in the chair, her body spent and breathing ragged. She eased her sodden fingers out as her orgasm faded. A sly smiled spread across her face and she laughed the giddy laugh of a school girl with her first crush. Jess marveled at how each muscle felt relaxed yet tight at the same time. 

Groaning, she stood, heading for the shower. She quickly washed her hair and shaved her legs. Jess wrapped a towel around her and sat at her vanity. She took out her blow dryer and when her hair was dry, she piled it loosely on top of her head, soft curls framing her face. She left several long copper colored locks loose in back to fall across her spine. She next applied a soft make up to accentuate her features.

When she was satisfied with her appearance, she slipped into the soft black dress. It hugged her curves, showcasing her lithe frame to perfection. Her feet encased in the shoes, she stood at the full length mirror and admired herself. The dress sparkled in the light of her bedroom. She glanced at the clock; it was almost 7:30, time to head to Pulse.

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Jess arrived precisely at 8 and sauntered to the bar, taking a stool on the end. She ordered a drink to calm her nerves. As she sipped the concoction, she sensed a presence behind her. She pretended not to notice until she felt his moist breath on her ear. 

"Very good, my pet," he whispered.

Jess kept quiet, somehow knowing a response was not required or even wanted.

"Tonight, you are mine," his hand slid along her arm, "All mine." He pulled her to her feet, stepping back to admire her. "You look lovely, Jess."

"Thank you, Paul," she smiled, ducking her head slightly.

Paul leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead. His fingers found her chin and lifted her face so that her eyes met his. "I want to take you on a fantastic journey, beginning this very night. However, you must trust me. You must give every part of yourself over to me and realize that I will not let any harm come to you," he watched her face as he spoke. He noticed a slight tremble to her lip and a gleam in her eye. Was it fear? Or excitement? He had no way of knowing just yet. 

"Jess," he said softly, "I will open up a whole new world to you. In fact, I will place it at your feet. I am a patient man and will go as slow as you need." 

Jess searched his face for any sign that he wasn't being truthful with her but found none. Her brain screamed out for her to run but her body cried for her to surrender to his ministrations. She tried to mask her warring emotions but failed miserably as Paul's hands caressed her skin, his mouth drawing closer. 

"Trust me, Jess, and I will show what it's like to be a woman," Paul said, softly.

Jess lost her reserve and cried "Yes," rather breathlessly, collapsing against his strong frame. His mouth found hers, slanting over it. His tongue teased her lips until they parted, allowing him inside. He drew her tongue out, dancing it with his own. Paul's arms went around her, supporting her as her knees gave out. 

He lifted his head, gazing into her eyes. He knew that from this moment one, she was his and his alone. 

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Later that night, Paul drove Jess to his house, not wanting to invade the sanctuary of her home yet. His own home was simply furnished in warm earth tones with bold slashes of color throughout. Jess took little notice; her entire being was focused on the man standing behind her. She could feel his heat radiating off his flesh to envelop her in his presence. She felt him step closer, sighing when his warm, moist breath caressed the back of her neck. 

Paul brushed his lips against the nape of her neck, watching as goose bumps broke out upon her creamy skin. He smiled, sliding his hands up her arms feeling the bumps there as well. A slight shiver of anticipation coursed through her causing Paul to grin again. 

Jess wanted to lean back against his solid chest, to lean into his arms but held back, waiting for his instruction. Her breath caught in her throat as Paul skimmed his palms down her body, over her supple breasts, her erect nipples, her flat stomach stopping just above her heated core. His soft lips kissed her neck once again causing her head to instinctively tilt to one side. 

She bit her lip, fighting the urge to close her eyes and revel in the sensations his mouth on her skin were causing. She felt as if she were of fire, her entire being was aflame with desire. No man had ever made her feel like this. It seemed she was both dying and being born at the same moment. Jess wanted to fly into the air and melt into a puddle at his feet.

"Jess," he whispered, his hot breath caressing her ear.

Breathlessly she responded, "Yes?"

"Are you ready?"

"I think so."

"Remember, you must never doubt what I decide to do."

"I won't forget; just, be gentle with me."

"I promise, my pet."

Paul took her slender hand is his and lead her down a short hallway to what was obviously his bedroom. The room was dominated by a very masculine bed, which was set upon a platform. Jess stood, taking in her surroundings, trying to gain some insight to the man who now stood before her. He smiled, sending a tremor down her spine straight to her womanhood. 

He stepped closer, sliding his hands up her arms. He lifted the thin straps of her dress, easing them off of her shoulders. He watched as her lip trembled. He bent his head, catching that lip gently between his. His tongue snaked between her lips, coaxing hers into a time old dance. Jess' eyes closed and he broke the kiss. 

"I want you to look at me. Don't close your eyes unless I tell you to."

Jess nodded, wanting his mouth on hers again. Paul read the need in her eyes and obligingly kissed her again as his hands reached around and slowly pulled the zipper of her dress down. He stepped back, releasing the fabric, and watching it slither down her exquisite body like a snake to pool at her feet. 

The room fell silent as his eyes roamed her slim body. Jess wanted to fidget, squirm, anything under his scrutiny but instead she held still, her head lowered. No one had ever studied her form with such intensity. She blushed, color staining her cheeks. Paul slowly walked around her, never taking his blue eyes off her form. The only sound in the room was his footsteps echoing on the hardwood floor. He made a complete circle then stood before her once again, gazing at her.

A sharp intake of breath broke the silence. "Magnificent," he stated. 

Jess blushed more, "Thank you." 

Suddenly, he grabbed her, tossing her upon the bed. She landed with a soft gasp, her legs spread before his eyes. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, a movement which caused her breasts to be thrust out, seemingly beckoning to him. He eyed her hungrily, his desire obvious by the bulge growing in his pants. 

"Jess," he growled, "you look delectable lying there on my bed. There are many things I am going to show you tonight and in the future." 

Jess swallowed, blushing again. 

Paul crawled across the bed, never taking his eyes off hers. He planted a kiss on her ankle, and something inside her quivered. He moved up her body until his erection was throbbing against the moist apex of her thighs. With one hand, he pushed her all the way down onto the bed. 

His mouth grew closer to hers, stopping just before making contact. Their breath mingled as they gazed into each others eyes, her seeking reassurance, him seeking her desire. He traced his tongue along her lower lip, illiciting a soft moan from her. She moved to kiss him but he moved away, instead kissing along her jaw line. Her head fell back, as if she were offering her throat to him. 

He trailed his lips down the column of her throat, across the tops f her bra-clad breasts. He lifted his head, and seeing her eyes closed, he sharply said, "Open your eyes!" 

Her eyes flew open, "I-I'm sorry," she whispered. 

Paul lowered his head again, his wet tongue tracing her nipple through the soft lace, his eyes on hers. She groaned as his teeth the hardening peak of her nipple. He slid his hand under her, unhooking her bra, slipping it off. As soon as the filmy fabric was gone, he clamped his mouth on her nipple, suckling it, gently biting, tugging it with his teeth.

Jess reached for him, to pull him closer but he grabbed her wrists, holding them to the bed. Her body arched against him, her soft moans urging him on. He lavished attention on both breasts, whipping her into a frenzy of lust. Her cries grew slightly louder and he got rougher. 

He grabbed a silk tie and swiftly tied her hands above her head. Paul moved down her body, over her taut stomach, kissing, licking, nipping at her passion-intensified skin. She fought futilely against the silk binding her wrists. Jess bit her lip in frustration. She longed to touch him, but couldn't get free. Each touch of his lips, tongue or teeth made her squirm against him. The closer he got to the juncture of her thighs, the more she moved beneath him. 

He traced the top of her black lace thong with his tongue, teasing her that much more. He wanted so badly to tear the flimsy material from her honey pot and drink her juices. He chose to torment her body with his fingers and tongue. He traced each edge, smiling to himself as her legs fell open, offering herself to him. 

He could see the damp patch and knew she was very aroused. He could have had her, fully, completely at that moment but he wanted to bring her to the edge of madness then push her up and over it. He planted a swift kiss to that ever growing area of moisture. Her hips thrust towards his mouth, seeking the pleasure she knew instinctively that he could give her. She wanted more.

Grinning, he moved his mouth to her thigh, kissing his way down her leg. When he reached the ankle he had kissed a few moments earlier, he switched to the other leg and rained kisses all the way back up until his face was nestled once again against her heated core. 

Jess held her breath, waiting for him to release her from this torture he was imposing on her body. Again, she tugged at the thin fabric holding her, but it was no use; it held firm. Groaning, she thrust her hips against his face, urging him to continue.  

Paul kissed her once again against the dampness in her panties. He heard her gasp. He enjoyed watching her face and hearing her sounds as he teased her. He wanted her to remember this night, her journey into oblivion, and who took her there. 

He ran his tongue over the flimsy material covering her slit, enticing a moan from her. He pushed her legs back towards her shoulders, and began sampling her sweetness. He swept his pointed tongue along her slit, fanning the flame of her passion. Her legs trembled beneath his hands, her moans echoing in his ears. 

Jess's hips gyrated against him, trying to position his tongue on the hidden pearl of her clit, longing for release. Paul caught her thin panties between his teeth, pulling them away, baring her womanhood to his eyes. He slithered two fingers into her velvet channel causing her back to arch. Her pelvis lunged toward him as he clamped his mouth on her clit. He knew she wouldn't last long and she didn't; cumming in moments.

He gazed at her, lying sated on his bed, legs spread in wanton abandon. Her dreamy smile told him that she had never experienced pleasure quite like this before. He intended to give her even more. He wanted her writhing under him as he plunged into her. 

Paul stood and quickly shed his clothing. He knelt between her still open legs, caressing her thigh. She smiled up at him, her hands still bound to the bed. She could feel his arousal bumping against her sensitive flesh. Until this moment, she hadn't realized how much she was missing. Every inch of her body craved him. 

He adjusted so that the head of his pulsating member rest against her tight opening. He remembered how it felt to be buried within her and yearned to do so repeatedly. He coveted her; and knew she did him as well. That fact was written in her eyes. 

Paul nudged his way inside her, watching as she fought against the urge to close her eyes. He eased deeper, feeling her moist heat envelope every inch of his shaft. She felt incredible. He wrangled with the need to pound her until his own crest overcame him. He held steady, her hips grinding against his, begging him silently to move. He obliged and impaled her with his cock. 

Jess screamed, not in pain but pure bliss. She struggled against the silk tie holding her hands hostage, frustrated that she couldn't free them to touch him. She wrapped her legs around him pulling him deeper.

He began to move, rhythmically thrusting within her. Jess's head thrashed on the pillow as a thousand sensations flooded her consciousness. Her climax gushed over her, swallowing her in delectation. She smiled in wonder. How did this man, a man she'd known such a short while, know how to make her feel like this?

Paul groaned, his own crest crashing down around him. He stabbed into her, his seed spilling out deep within her. Collapsing on her, she heard him sigh and wondered if this carnal act had affected him the same way. 

He kissed her, gently, lovingly, as he slowly withdrew from her depths. Rolling onto his back, he smiled. This woman was amazing. Teaching her would be a treat for the both of them. 



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I know, but what does one do, our Christmas is in summer which is in December.... I'd never be able to submit a Santa story in this competition if I don't now. 

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Fancy dress isn't my thing. Ever since Christmas, a few years ago, I've avoided it but Jen insisted. When I chose to go as Superman, she balled a dish cloth in her hand and pointed it at me.

"Kryptonite," she said. "Zzzzzt! Gone," and she threw it to land with a splash on my chest. My shirt was saturated. I knew she hated the idea. I always went as Superman and was going to tell her it was Superman or nothing.

I certainly wasn't going as Santa again. I nearly died twice the one time I did. It was forty two degrees centigrade when I pulled the red suit with all its padding on. The white beard was lank and wet with my sweat as it hung from the elastic supported by my ears. I had to walk more than a kilometre and when there sat in the full sun as kids sat on my knee between "Yo ho ho's"

It was darling Russell who provided the first threat to my life. He wanted a horse. No ordinary horse, his had to win the Melbourne Cup and the next year the Cox Plate, before taking out the equestrian event at the Olympics. As Santa does, I laughed.

"Yo ho ho."

My laughing stopped abruptly when I felt some thing sharp against my ribs and the last I remembered was him whispering in my ear that he'd push the fucking knife deeper next time if the horse he got was a dud.

I woke some time later. I was being pushed into an ambulance on a barouche with i.v. fluids being pumped into my arm and so many people hovering around me. Later, I was told little Russell had been especially tearful after he fell to the ground and he'd eventually confessed, much to the shock of his parents who wondered where he got such language from. When I fell, I hit my head on the ground. I never did find out whether I'd been knocked unconscious by the fall or whether I was already unconscious due to dehydration. 

I was shocked too when I came to my senses. As I recovered from the headache and confusion, I realised I'd been stripped of every item of clothing in their efforts to cool me down and rehydrate me.

Most children have the impression of Santa being of ubiquitous masculinity. The children there that day witnessed their Santa's masculinity. It probably saved my life and I often wonder if my being undressed did them any harm. Certainly, they would have discovered that though their Santa spent Christmas Day in hospital they still got most of their presents. I had to pay the rental company for the suit that had been cut from me. 

Little Russell's parents objected to hearing about his usefulness with a knife. Their offense was such that they no longer joined our Christmas parties. The other parents were also concerned and also withdrew. It was only those of us who had no children who continued to attend. It didn't feel like Christmas any more. Children make Christmas interesting. In our experience fancy dress wasn't an adequate substitute.

"I'm sick of Superman. I'm going to find something else." Jen interrupted my little reverie. Then she walked out of the kitchen and left me to wonder what was happening. 

Next day, we went shopping and she bought a diaphanous fabric that was seven metres long. She also bought a heavy fawn, cotton canvas that looked so ugly I wondered what use it could have. The next few days she was busy sewing. She didn't say a word about what she was making.

I began to worry about what I'd be at the fancy dress Christmas party. At least Superman is topical, a small boy rescued from a collapsing planet. There was nothing wrong with Superman. It sure beat dressing as Santa. I felt safe as Superman.

"Don't worry," she kept saying. The day arrived and I still had no idea. It was mid afternoon when she suggested we start to get ready. While she showered I checked the bed. There was still nothing on it to wear. 

She came from the bathroom with a towel around her, reached for the hair drier and let the towel drop. She'd cleaned up her pussy with a razor and left a neatly trimmed heart. I reached to her, but she slapped my hands away and insisted I have my shower.

"Can you shave your balls while you're there, Love," It was a statement more than a question. I wondered why but did it any way. I imagined Ken and Mike discussing deforestation and indulged in a smile.

When I returned she was struggling with the diaphanous fabric I'd seen her buy. On the bed was the fawn canvas I thought was so ugly.

"Put them on," she said and appraised my shave with her fingers. I picked them up- a fawn shirt with epaulettes and the biggest pair of shorts I'd ever seen. They must have been starched because they were very stiff. I pulled them on and was about to show her how inappropriately huge they were.

"I'm sick of going as Lois," she told me. "I'm tired of picking you off floors because of some invisible kryptonite. I've had enough of being safe all the time. I want to be adventurous. I want people to see I have a cleavage, I have tits. I need to feel desirable, to know that people want to shove their hands down my cleavage and feel my tits. I want people to know I have a cunt and it's as good as any. I'm a woman and I want people to know it. I'm not going as Lois." I was trying to think of some thing to say.

"I want people to know you have balls too. You're not a plastic hero, you're a man with a big dick and balls. After the party I plan to blow you." She was angry. I stood, ridiculous in front of her and said nothing.

"You'll like your Bombay Bloomers" she said, her tone was more conciliatory. I thought they were the most hideous things but knew not to complain. "We're going as "The Raj". You're the administrative officer and I'm your Indian girl in a sari." She struggled with the sari. Every time she leaned forward the weight of her breasts caused the sari to fall. I suggested we pin it but she was determined to get it right. After a while she had every thing in place and we were ready to go. 

I took another appraising look at myself and saw how the shorts were so huge. I looked at her in the diaphanous sari and could see her nipples. She was so pleased with her self. On our way out of the house she handed me my swagger stick. 

It wasn't far to Mike and Wendy's but as we got out of the car the sari collapsed and fell round Jen's feet. She laughed as she stood naked on the street. It was then I realized she didn't have any underwear on. I suggested we go home and find some panties. 

"It's ok," she said, "so long as we're the same." She reached into my Bombay Bloomers with a pair of scissors from the dash and cut my jocks off. I couldn't help but laugh. When we finally had Jen's sari on we knocked on the door.

I wasn't sure what to expect, but Wendy opened and she was dressed normally. A big cleavage, a little bit of make up and her normal clothes. I was disappointed. Jen didn't seem to notice though. 

When Mike appeared there was nothing remarkable about how he was dressed either. I was beginning to feel a little out of place. They invited us to sit and we sat beside each other on the couch, opposite them. 

While we waited for Barb and Ken to arrive, Mike took the opportunity to tell us how he had mulched his garden with pea straw, as he did every November before Christmas. It helped to conserve water in the summer. Wendy told us about a new line of clothes they'd discovered made of bamboo fibre. Together, they said the world is becoming a very unpleasant place with all the hurricanes, floods and fires, it was very important that every one do their bit.

I was very self conscious about my bloomers. The legs were so stiff with starch they were like barrels. I hoped it was so dark inside them no one could see anything, but knew everything was well displayed. With my balls shaved they would stand out like baubles on a Christmas tree. I couldn't cross my legs and the crutch of the bloomers was so narrow there was no where for my wedding tackle to hide. When I tried to crunch the bloomers down Jen reached for my hand and held it. I wanted my swagger stick. I'd left it in the car.

Eventually the Watsons arrived. Neither were in fancy dress and I was further embarrassed. After the kisses all round we sat and I was acutely aware of the eyes on us, too polite to ask but some how seeking an explanation. Jen sat and grinned back as she adjusted her sari. It seemed the seven metres of fabric wasn't wide enough. I thought it was lucky the day was so hot. She pulled at the fabric and almost exposed one breast as she tried to cover the other. We all watched with fascination as she fought for control. 

Wendy handed round a dip. I had a thought her breasts were being offered too as they were almost on the plate. I wondered what she'd do if I reached that little further and selected a breast. Jen balanced her sari as she scooped some up on her biscuit and ate. 

Mike had a tray of drinks, organic wine we were told, and we all took a glass of red. When not proffering food or drinks they were on the edges of their seats watching. Jen finally had control of her sari and all eyes seemed to be on me. I guess they were trying to be demure, not looking at my face but some what lower. Since everyone had seen my baubles some Christmases ago my privacy no longer seemed so important. 

To divert their attention from my wedding tackle I asked if any one knew the cricket scores. Ken volunteered the Redbacks had lost. Barb dropped her purse and as she picked it up she seemed to look up the leg of my bloomers. Jen held my hand and gave it a few pats to settle me. 

"How's the gardening?" she asked Mike. He went on about his pansies and how with cow manure they were much better. Manure promotes an active soil, full of life, with plenty of organic matter that retains water. With climate change we seem to be getting less rain and it's hotter, he said.

"We're thinking of putting in mulberries," she said expansively, with a swing of her arm. Her sari seemed to lose it's grip and started to fall. She rescued it just in time. It was the first I'd heard of mulberries and I wondered whether she meant strawberries. "This is silk. We should all be growing mulberries and using the silk to dress ourselves. It's time we were much kinder to the earth." They all murmured their appreciation of what Jen said and concentrated further when she spread her legs a moment and closed them again. 

Mike got up and started to hand around little biscuits topped with cheese and some muck I didn't recognize. He lingered when he held it out for Jen. With one hand she anchored the sari in place, spread her legs for balance and selected her little bite. I knew he was looking at her pussy as he encouraged her with her selection.

Ken interrupted with the information that mulberries are related to figs and figs can make a mess of your foundations. Jen handled it well when she said Uncle Barry does that too with his slobbery kisses. Ken obviously didn't understand and Jen explained that after Uncle Barry's kisses she always had to repair her makeup.

Conversation was difficult. Eventually it went to what every one had organized for Christmas. Barb and Ken were going to the beach to surf and eat a cold collation for lunch. Wendy and Mike were going to their parents and as usual would be having a hit of tennis. Jen and I would be at the soup kitchen helping those less fortunate get a feed. It had been a long time since soup had been served, we had the same meal everyone else had and regarded it as our privilege to pay for it.

Eyes darted every where. I wished I had my ordinary clothes on. Wendy and Barb kept looking at Mike and Ken, and didn't seem happy that the men were looking at Jen and me. Wendy left and brought back another plate of little things. Bite size I guess. She handed them around and as she offered them to me I was sure she was looking into the leg of my bloomers. My dick wasn't behaving. It had long ago pumped up and stretched its self out like it was preparing for crucifixion.

Perhaps Wendy was determined I wouldn't get my hands on her breasts. It would have been easy to flip them out of her shirt. I wondered what her nipples were like. I had to stop thinking about it. The only way I could cope was to pretend nothing was happening and try not to look at her cleavage. 

It was Christmas though. The customary, artificial tree, festooned with shiny baubles, tinsel and soap snow stood guard over the few gifts under it. The fairy lights twinkled as though each held a secret.

Mike followed with the wine to top up our glasses. As he refilled my glass he spilled some on my bloomers. I didn't think it mattered but Jen called for a cloth and a bowl of water. She mentioned some thing about how red wine stains and tried to wipe it up. 

The wine spread more as she put the cloth in the bowl and sloshed the water onto the bloomers. She put her hand inside to support them and help scrub the stain. Wendy kept apologizing and with Barb knelt to help. I'm sure they wouldn't have missed seeing Jen stroke my dick as she told them how expensive the fabric for the bloomers had been.

My dick thumped with its appreciation of all the attention. Wendy and Barb didn't miss a beat.

Mike and Ken were discrete as they watched in the back ground. They mumbled things about chemical fertilizers being impersonal while the natural fertilizers are a greater pleasure to use and are the best. They liked the liquid form, just a few squirts and it replenishes its self.

Jen's sari kept slipping as she scrubbed, her breasts were exposed and with all the scrubbing they swung and rippled. She was so engrossed she didn't seem to notice but I did and I'm sure the others did too. The other end of the sari began to unravel. When she spread her legs to trap the sari in situ it fell and coiled like a cobra on the floor.

Her pink pussy smiled fulsomely, its lips wet, soft, open and swollen. She took a while to react, then pulled the sari around her, after everyone had seen her folds and been able to admire her shaving skills.

With her effort the wet area grew to be extensive and the fabric of my bloomers softened. I'm sure I could have done the job better and wondered why Jen wouldn't let me. Barb helped with pulling the fabric taut and the back of her hand rested on my dick. Mike and Ken quietly muttered things about worms and what a joy fat ones are in the garden.

When Mike said he wanted to show Ken his dibbler and conduct the ritual garden inspection, we knew they'd be in the garden for at least an hour and more likely two. They quickly excused them selves.

I went with them once, a long time ago, but on the grounds of extreme disinterest I learned it was acceptable to excuse my self to a sunroom and read while the women exchanged recipes. Wendy ran and returned with a dry cloth. She gave it to Barb, took Jen by the hand and led her to the bedroom. I watched as the sari fell to create a path and the door closed behind her bare ass as she exited the lounge room.

Barb started mopping up the water. She patted the bloomers and pushed my hands away as I tried to take over. There was water over my legs and between them, I was so wet. 

After a look around the room, she started to mop the water off my legs with her hand inside the bloomers. Her touch was gentle as she wiped my dick dry, gave it a few strokes and pulled it out to inspect. It pulsed in her hands and she moaned. She looked around, looked at me and gave it a few more strokes. I saw a naughty little smile. 

She looked around again, made herself more comfortable and I felt her fingers pull my balls out. She fondled them with one hand as she stroked me with the other. She closed her mouth over my dick and sucked as her hands continued. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she watched me and listened.

I had no idea what Jen would think if she caught us. I wondered what would happen if Ken discovered us. I imagined he'd create an artificial disaster and not be talking about natural disasters. The anxiety was enormous but the thrill was greater. I looked at her cleavage and admired the swelling of her breasts. She was licking up secretions that presaged an explosion, her hands were so busy, I knew I'd orgasm soon. I reached for her breasts.

Suddenly there was a scream. I sat up, and wondered where it had come from. It sounded like Jen. I leapt from the chair and raced to the bedroom along the sari carpet. I opened the door and stood to look with disbelief. 

On the bed was my beautiful wife, flat on her back with her bum on a pillow, her knees up and spread. Between Jen's legs was Wendy, her bra was up around her neck and her large breasts hung. I could hear her sucking. I saw Wendy's bum, stripped of underwear, her pussy red and swollen with her pubic hair plastered to it and her thighs wet. Jen writhed, her hands pulled Wendy's face into her and Wendy struggled for breath. 

I couldn't leave. I could only stand and watch. Barb was beside me. She too seemed mesmerized but recovered before me. She reached for my dick and pulled me to the bed. My Bombay Bloomers hit the floor as she pushed me onto the bed. My dick throbbed, she pulled off her panties, sat over me and guided my dick inside. 

I reached for Jen and held her hand as Barb started to fuck me. It wasn't going to take long. With my remaining hand I ripped off Barb's shirt and bra. Her breasts hung in front of me and bounced as she fucked. I was surprised her nipples were so dark and large. 

I dropped Jen's hand and held Barb as I rolled. Our momentum continued but I was doing the fucking. I felt Jen's hand take mine and she kissed it as she and Wendy watched. It didn't take long. Barb screamed as her thighs banged against mine and I grunted as I filled her. 

Exhausted, we lay there together on the bed, caught our breaths and listened. I kissed Jen, rolled her over and kissed her sodden pussy.

"I wonder where Mike and Ken are," Barb asked. As one we leapt out of bed and hunted for clothes. I helped Jen to dress in her sari and we returned to the lounge room. We all sat, each with a secret smile, expecting them to return and ask what the noise was. They didn't return. Wendy suggested they were probably solving earth's problems, may be all we need is a dibbler. The lights on the Christmas tree winked their approval of her humor.

We waited- the atmosphere was so thick it was difficult to breathe. I offered to find them. I lead and the others followed. Jen's sari continued to be a problem and Wendy kept throwing it into place. We checked the front yard. Then the back. 

"What's a dibbler?" Barb asked. None of us knew. We went to the side of the house. Jen's sari fell off. I kissed her breasts while Barb ran the sari around her.

"How long does it take to show some one your garden?" Wendy wanted to know. I lead them to the garden shed. We opened the door. Ken was seated on the bench. Mike was between his legs. Neither had pants on. Ken's erection was a long way down Mike's throat. Our timing couldn't have been better. Ken moaned and Mike swallowed as, wide eyed, they looked at us.

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It was awkward after we left Mike and Ken. I wondered about the ramifications. Jen and I held hands while we waited. It was important to say good bye and wish our Merry Christmases. I'm sure they were faster than we thought but eventually they were in the lounge room with us. We kissed and shook hands as quickly as politeness would allow. Jen struggled with the sari and on our way to the car she bundled it in her hands and got into the car naked. We saw the others on the verandah wave and we waved back as we pulled out of the drive. We were silent all the way home. 




Discoveries



At home, when we got inside we kissed. With her face in my hands I kissed her so deep. I picked her up, carried her to the bedroom and as I stripped she watched. Naked, we hugged and urgently fucked. Our bodies bounced together and we fucked fast. She wailed. She was slippery wet and her tits shook. She screamed with her orgasm and I continued. I held her up and plunged into her until I collapsed beside her exhausted. 

We both hunted for breath and started to giggle. She started to kiss me, lots of kisses over my face and down my chest. She sucked my limp dick and cradled my balls in her hands as I pulled her over me to suck her pussy. 

"You're so beautiful ," I said to her. 

"You are too." she replied, "Thank you for being wonderful. I love you."

"I love you too, Beautiful." We held each other tight, glad to have each other, and we hoped the sun would continue to shine for the others this Christmas. 

We wondered what happened after we left. Neither of us could guess. 

"We'll find out soon enough," she told me. 

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Discoveries at the 12th



First submission. Hope people enjoy it. I don't own anything to do with the show Castle, I'm just borrowing three of its ladies for some fun. 

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Yawning, Alexis Castle flopped onto the bench in the small locker room the 12th's morgue contained. While the 20 year old had jumped at a summer internship with Lanie Parish, she had forgotten about the nights that continued until One am or later. Peeling off her scrub top, the redhead unhooked her bra and was dropping it into her bag when she heard Lanie's voice coming from the small showers.

'Fucking lick it!' Lanie's voice gasped loudly, 'lick my fucking pussy!'

Alexis' jaw dropped in shock at the fact Lanie was obviously engaged in a quickie in the small morgue showers. Realising that it had just been her and the older woman on the floor for the past hour, Alexis found herself both confused and curious as to who Lanie's liaison was with. 

Clad in just the blue scrub pants and a green thong, the redhead carefully padded over to the doorway to the showers. Peering around the corner, Alexis' eyes widened as she saw Lanie's head and shoulders over one of the low walls separating each shower head, the curvaceous African American woman's face scrunched in pleasure. Glancing down, Alexis spotted two small white feet with two small butt cheeks resting on them as their owner used their mouth on Lanie.

'Use that tongue woman,' Lanie growled, ' make me cum girl. Make me cum on that beautiful face!'

Alexis smothered a gasp with her hand as she realised that Lanie's shower buddy was a woman.

'Oh fuck!' Lanie cried out as her eyes caught sight of Alexis peering into the room, 'Alexis!'

Alexis froze, her eyes wide as Lanie pulled herself away from her friend and appeared around the shower divider, the redhead's eyes flicking down to the woman's C cup breasts and down to her shaved pussy before she turned an embarrassed look to the ceiling. Realising her own state of undress, Alexis folded her arms over her small breasts.

'Alexis?' Lanie called, the flicker of amusement in her eyes telling the small woman that she'd called her name already, 'What are you doing here? I told you to go home ages ago.'

'I... Um...' Alexis found herself flustered at Lanie's unabashed nature, 'It took longer than i thought to,' Alexis gulped, 'Complete that paperwork.'

'Oh honey!' Lanie sighed, 'You should have told me earlier. You don't have to stay until the early hours for paperwork.'

'Um,' Alexis blushed, 'okay. I, um...'

'How long we're you watching us?' Lanie smirked softly.

'Just a few moments,' Alexis admitted as she adjusted her arms around her chest, giving Lanie a flash of her small erect nipples, 'I know that's a woman with you.'

'Yeah,' Lanie glanced back at the stall, catching Alexis' sneaked look at her body as she turned back, 'It's nobody's business who I sleep with, so I'm kinda selective on who knows I'm bi.'

'You know I'll not tell a soul Lanie,' Alexis stated firmly, 'But I have to admit I'm curious who she is. I saw her feet and I recognised them.'

'Boy,' Lanie chuckled, 'This is going to be interesting. Wanna show yourself girl?'

Alexis turned to look at the shower stall as the person stood up, a sheepish but terrified look on her face, 'Hello Alexis.'

'KATE!' Alexis bellowed, her hands dropping to her hips as she glared angrily at the brunette looking back at her, her fathers fiancé no less, 'What the hell are you doing? I thought....'

'Alexis!' Kate scurried around the divider, causing the redhead to jump as Kate's naked body came into view, 'It's okay!'

'How the hell can it be okay?' Alexis cried, tears appearing in her eyes, 'you're fucking someone other than my dad, aka your fiancé!'

'He knows Alexis!' Kate blurted, 'He knows about Lanie and me.'

'He knows?' Alexis looked horrified, 'my dad knows you are fucking Lanie on the side?'

'He joined in once!' Lanie smirked as Alexis' face paled quickly.

'Dammit Lanie!' Kate scowled as she quickly moved Alexis to a nearby seat, 'Sweetie, I know it's a he'll of a lot to take in...'

'No fucking kidding Kate!' Alexis snapped.

'I'm sorry you had to find out like this,' Kate sighed as she crouched by the redhead, 'We didn't quite know how to ever tell you about this.'

'It's not your average Sunday dinner announcement,' Lanie shrugged.

'Kate?' Alexis stuttered slightly, 'Are you....'

Kate sighed, brushing some of her damp hair out her face, 'It's complicated. Lanie is the only woman I've ever wanted to have sex with.'

'Not true,' Lanie scoffed, 'You've told me you used to finger yourself to Madonna.'

'LANIE!' Kate screeched, her face turning bright red as Alexis found herself laughing.

'What?' Lanie smirked as Alexis stood up.

'I should go get dressed and let you two....um...' Alexis blushed again.

'You sure you're okay getting home so late Alexis?' Kate frowned as she glanced at the clock.

'I'll be fine,' Alexis smiled softly, 'but I'll text you when I get in, not that you'll see till later that is.'

Kate chuckled as she leant in to give her soon to be step daughter a quick hug, 'I'm sorry you had to find out like this.'

'It's okay Kate,' Alexis shrugged as Lanie slipped back to the showers, switching one on and stepping under it's spray, 'I'm shocked as hell and it'll take a tub of cookie dough to wrap my head around it, but I'm okay.'

Smirking naughtily, Alexis glanced at Lanie, 'Now get back to making my boss cum on your tongue!'

'Alexis!' twin voices barked in surprise as the redhead giggled her way out the showers. Reaching her spot on the bench, Alexis finally noticed the two piles of clothes across the room. Grabbing her change of clothes out her bag, she slid her scrub pants and panties off.

'seriously?' Alexis stared at the damp spot on her underwear. A moan emanated from the showers and Alexis gasped as she felt a heat in her belly. The slim woman stood naked in the middle of the locker room as her mind spun. Since the break up with Pi, she'd only had her fingers for company for the last few months and the dry spell had become more than irritating. The arousal at the idea of Lanie and Kate together was a shock to the redhead, but what she found more shocking was the urge in her crotch to join them.

'Fuck it,' the redhead muttered as she turned back to the showers. 

'Shit!' Lanie hissed as her hands gripped the top of the divider, 'Fuck! Right there Kate, right... There!' 

Alexis' hand shook slightly with the nerves pulsing through her has she entered the room. Stepping up to the alcove the two women were in, Alexis felt her jaw drop as she watched Kate's head between Lanie's hips.

'Fuck!' Lanie blurted, 'Alexis?!'

'What the hell Alexis?' Kate turned, wiping a hand over her mouth.

'I... Um...' Alexis found her resolve fleeing fast, 'I....'

Lanie frowned as her eyes dropped to the young woman's shaved pussy.

'Alexis,' Kate asked a little more forcibly, 'What are you doing?'

'I think she's hoping to join in,' Lanie smirked as Alexis blushed, the red stain spreading across her chest. Kate's jaw dropped as she looked at the redhead she'd watched grow into a beautiful woman. 

Alexis watched nervously as Kate got to her feet, her eyes dropping to take in the older woman's small breasts, the small wound sat between the wet mounds. Her eyes dropped to Kate's pussy and the thin strip of hair pointing down to her folds.

'Sweetie,' Kate sighed, 'is Lanie right?'

Alexis nodded, her eyes dropping to the floor, 'Kate... I... I'm curious. The tenants next to me have their bedroom the other side of the wall to mine. They're a lesbian couple and I can hear them every time they have sex. Listening to them every night for three months has had me wondering what it would be like, but I'm too chicken to try and pick up a random woman in a bar and until now, I didn't know anyone who I could ask to help me.

'And you think that because Lanie and I have sex occasionally,' Kate was surprised, 'We'd happily let you experiment with us?'

'Sure,' Lanie smirked as Kate's head whipped round, her eyes wide, 'What Kate? You can't tell me that Alexis isn't a beautiful woman. She's legal and willing,' Alexis shifted on her feet as Lanie leered, 'I'd happily let Alexis scratch that itch on me anytime.'

'Lanie!' Kate hissed, 'She's my fiancé's daughter!'

'So?' Lanie shrugged, her breasts jiggling. Stepping up to the shorter woman, Lanie reached out and lifted her chin with a finger, 'Honey, are you certain you want to do this?'

Alexis nodded shyly.

'Then come here,' Lanie stepped back, her free hand reaching behind her to turn the shower off, Alexis following like a puppy. Kate watched conflicted as Lanie dipped her head and gently pressed her lips to Alexis'. 

Alexis felt like her body was on fire as Lanie kissed her, the realisation that Kate was probably watching sent jolts to her pussy and she moaned softly. Hearing the redhead moan, Lanie took the chance to deepen the kiss, her tongue invading her mouth as her hand cupped a butt cheek. Placing her hands on Lanie's back, Alexis pressed her body against the ME's, her tongue duelling back against the invader. 

Kate watched her best friend and future step daughter kissing passionately, the fire in her belly from a few moments ago returning as she watched Lanie's free hand slide between the two bodies, Alexis jolting violently at the intrusion by the doctor's fingers. Pulling her mouth off Lanie's the intern moaned as Lanie dropped her lips to her throat.

'Fuck!' Alexis moaned, the sound hammering against Kate's resolve as she watched Lanie's fingers sliding into her. The black woman suddenly, spun the small body into the divider, allowing Kate to see Alexis' face as she furiously pumped two fingers into her core. 

Alexis felt like she was falling apart as Lanie sucked on her collar bone, the sensations from the fingers filling her small pussy flooding her as she watched Kate's hand absentmindedly stroking over her own folds. The redhead gave a low groan as Lanie's mouth moved south, lips pulling a hyper sensitive nipple between them.

'Yes!' Alexis moaned, her hips instinctively rolling against Lanie's hand, 'Shit!' Alexis gasped as Lanie's teeth nibbled on her nub, her thumb pressing against her clit as the woman fingered her.

Kate gulped as Lanie's mouth moved down Alexis' body, her tongue swirling around her navel, causing the redhead to throw her arms out and grab the edges of the divider. Taking a step forward, Kate watched as Lanie spread open Alexis before diving her tongue into the small woman, the detective surprised at the language coming from her mouth.

'Fucking lick my pussy Lanie!' Alexis growled deeply, a look of abandon filling her face as her small breasts heaved, 'Stick your tongue in my pussy and make me your bitch!'

Alexis didn't care how she sounded, she just knew that she needed Lanie to keep going,' 'fuck me with your tongue!' Alexis threw her head back and moaned, 'More!'

Lanie smirked as she assaulted her pussy, knowing that Kate was standing beside her watching her friend and future stepdaughter fuck. Feeling Alexis tighten on her hands, The doctor shifted her hands, adding a third finger to the duo pumping into the woman's core.

Alexis shrieked as she felt her orgasm near, her eyes locking on Kate's as she began to cum hard. The woman felt a low rumble starting in her chest as she neared her peak, the rumble building as her release started. Thrashing against Lanie's mouth and hands, Alexis felt herself implode before she just saw stars.

'Fucking hell,' Lanie coughed as Alexis slumped to the floor exhausted. Turning to Kate she smirked, Alexis' juices dripping off her chin, 'It's true about that saying, you do have to watch the quiet...' Lanie was cut off as Kate crushed her lips to her friends, the taste of Alexis ripe as she licked and sucked. Pulling back, Lanie smirk grew at the look of annoyance on her long time friends face. Holding up two very gooey fingers, Lanie giggled as Kate's eyes homed in, lust flooding them. Kate moaned as Lanie slid the fingers between her lips, her taste buds coming alive as she sucked Alexis off the digits.

Alexis gasped, trying to get air back into her lungs as she rolled off the amazing high that Lanie's fingers and mouth had launched her to. Blue eyes rose up the long, slender legs before her, the sight of Kate's pussy just above her head had her throat going dry and an intense urge to plaster her mouth to the slick folds assaulting her thoughts. 

Rising to shaky knees, Alexis slid between the two women, finding her pussy throbbing as her pony tail rubbed against Lanie's completely bald crotch. Licking her suddenly dry lips, Alexis glanced up to find both women staring down at her.

'I thought while you two were busy,' Alexis quipped, 'I'd entertain myself.'

'Entertain away Lex,' Kate replied huskily as she realised the sight of the naked redhead on her knees before her was highly arousing.

'Want some pointers?' Lanie asked as she knelt beside her.

'Nope,' Alexis smirked and slid a finger into Kate, bringing a loud moan out her mouth. Alexis sighed as she slid her finger in and out of her father's fiancé. The very thought of her dad in the same position had her pussy twitching suddenly.

'More fingers lex!' Kate hissed. Alexis grinned as she pushed a second, then a third into the woman.

Gulping, the redhead felt her pony tail being removed and the feeling of Lanie pressing against her back. Reaching around the small woman, Lanie spread her friend open, giving Alexis a look at Kate's clit.

'Nibble it,' Lanie whispered huskily as Kate placed her hands on Alexis' head, 'She goes wild.'

Leaning forward, Alexis took a deep breath, filled with the scent of Kate's arousal, before she pressed her lips against the older woman. The groan that left Kate contained a drawn out expletive as Alexis began to kiss her folds, her tongue stroking into Kate.

Alexis hummed as Lanie sucked on her bare shoulder, her free hand pinching a nipple before sliding down to her pussy. Timing her thrusts against Lanie's, Alexis relished the taste of the brunette on her lips and tongue.

'Try another,' Lanie sighed in Alexis's ear. Pausing she glanced up at Kate, who nodded. Pushing her pinky into Kate, Alexis sucked her clit into her mouth. This caused Kate to bark an expletive.

'Fuck!' Kate bucked against Alexis, the redhead feeling daring as she guided her thumb into Kate, 'Fucking fist me lex!'

'Fuck that's hot!' Lanie plunged two fingers into Alexis, causing her to moan onto Kate's clit. The fingers on the redhead's scalp tightened as Kate squealed.

'Bite it honey,' Lanie hissed as Alexis obeyed, the brunette above them slamming a fist into her mouth as she reached her limit. The sounds of her climax spilled out past her knuckles as she humped Alexis's fist, the young woman gasping as she found her face covered with fluid, Lanie's fingers stroking in and out of her tight pussy.

'mother of god!' Kate gasped as she rode her orgasm out, Alexis prolonging it as she pulled her hand from Kate's pussy, 'How....'

Alexis giggled as Kate slumped to shaky knees, her hair plastered with sweat and water. Alexis took a moment to lick her fingers, surprise in her eyes as Kate sucked the others between her lips.

'I researched,' Alexis sighed as Lanie's thumb pressed once more against her clit, 'Oh god, I knew I wanted to fuck a woman, so i researched how to do it.' The small woman froze as Kate pulled Lanie out of her, replacing the departing digits with her own, 'Mmm, yes!'

'Researched?' Kate giggled, her gaze briefly on the woman behind Alexis, 'In other words, you sat on your bed and fingered yourself watching lesbian porn?' Kate laughed as Alexis blushed.

'among other things,' Alexis cooed, 'I used my laptop webcam on lesbian sites and i have the photos you and dad took of you.'

Kate froze at the mention of the naughty images taken almost a year ago, 'How did it be them?'

'Long story, Alexis gasped. Rolling her hips onto Kate's fingers, Alexis groaned, 'Finger me Kate!'

'With pleasure,' Kate grinned as Lanie knelt behind Alexis.

'Double team her Kate?' Alexis dropped her head into Kate's shoulder to muffle the moan. Lifting her head, the small woman gasped, 'Double? Does... Lanie...?'

'Honey,' Lanie smirked, 'I meant double teaming your lovely little pussy.'

'Oh,' Alexis sounded surprised.

'Why,' Kate pressed her lips to Alexis' briefly, 'What did you think she meant?'

'It,' Alexis hissed, 'Usually meant anal in the videos,' Alexis grunted as Kate and Lanie shared a shocked look.

'Have you?' Lanie knelt behind Alexis, her hand palming her small breast.

'I have toys,' Alexis moaned as Lanie pinched a nipple, 'a dildo and a small vibrator. I've tried the....' Alexis sighed, 'Dildo, but it hurt. The vibrator is amazing in my butt.'

Lanie's jaw dropped as Alexis tipped hers up and pressed her lips to Kate's. She watched as Alexis's tongue pushed into Kate's mouth, both women moaning softly. pressing her curves against Alexis' back, Lanie planted her lips on a pulse point on the redhead's neck while she reached out and slid two fingers into Kate.

'Mmm,' Kate sighed as Alexis shifted an arm behind her to pleasure Lanie. For a few moments the room was filled with the soft moans and sounds of fingers invading wet pussy.

'Shit,' Alexis tensed, her fingers furiously pumping into Lanie behind her, 'Faster!'

Biting back her own moan, Kate pushed her fingers further into the tight pussy. Lanie sighed as she nibbled on Alexis' shoulder, her own climax approaching.

'Going! going!' Alexis moaned, her body tensing once more as she erupted, her teeth biting down on Kate's bare shoulder. Kate hissed at the jolt sent through her from the slight pain, her fingers hammering into Lanie, who smirked, her fingers curing into Kate.

As Alexis recovered from her orgasm, she began to giggle.

'what?' Kate gasped, Lanie pulling her fingers out her well used pussy.

'if anyone told me I'd end today having a hot lesbian threesome with you two in the showers at the 12th,' Alexis licked Lanie from her fingers, 'I'd have wet myself laughing. Damn you taste good Lanie!'

'Don't you know it!' Lanie smirked as the three women stood on shaky legs, 'so glad we're all off for the next two days. I could sleep the whole time.'

'I think we should take a seperate shower,' Kate grinned, 'Or we'll never get out of here.'

'Are you going to tell my dad?' Alexis looked nervously over the divider as she quickly showered.

'Eventually,' Kate admitted, 'After all the problems caused by lies and secrets, we don't keep big secrets from each other anymore.'

'And I think the fact his daughter gave you a toe curling orgasm with her tongue,' Lanie laughed, ' counts as a big secret.'

'he'll freak out won't he?' Alexis ran her hands through her hair.

'For a short while he will,' Kate nodded, 'My dad passed out.'

'He did catch you trying to insert your face in my pussy girl!' Lanie barked out a laugh.

'Seriously?' Alexis gawped.

'unfortunately,' Kate blushed as she turned off the shower. Grabbing a towel she quickly dried herself as Alexis shivered her way into the locker room.

'Is it only two?' Lanie frowned at the clock, 'It felt like much longer.'

'I know,' Kate giggled, noticing that her friend's attention had been diverted by Alexis bending over her bag.

'Alexis?' Kate called over as she shimmied into her jeans, forgoing her panties, 'Do you want me or Lanie to drive you home?'

Alexis turned, shrugging on a T shirt, the redhead also not wearing her underwear, 'um...'

'I have a better idea,' Lanie smirked deviously, 'You're coming to mine.'

'I am?' Alexis grinned back, arousal returning to her eyes.




Discoveries



Told not to move or speak whatever he did. Unless told to. Asked if I understood. Nodded. He buzzed his PA, Gwen! Told her to come in!! Panic! Wanted to cover myself. Couldn't. Desperately forcing myself to do as Michael had told me. Silently pleading. Closed my eyes. Opened them. Looking at the carpet. Making soft noises. Shaking. Really shaking. Breasts moving. She stood by Michael looking at me. Could tell that she was appraising me. Looking at my naked body. In his office! She said something I didn't catch. They laughed softly. Intimate. 

This was something new. In the past there had always been just the vague possibility of someone coming across us, like in the woods. Seeing my body, his use of me. Just a chance. It created anticipation, an edge. This was different. Like me in the shoe shop! This was his intention. I was being brazenly displayed. By him. My body. His control. My submission. As I began to understand my shaking ceased and I became aware of my arousal increasing. 

She left the room. He came around the desk. Opened my legs. Explored my flesh in his palm. Sank fingers deep within me. Making me dance on them.

"That is very nice. You're very wet." He sounded proud of me!

I nodded. Guiltily.

"Gwen says that you look beautifully flushed. She wondered if it was because of her or me." She'd seen my arousal, it must have been obvious. "Did you enjoy me flaunting you to her? Showing those pretty tits to her? Showing her your fanny? This willing cunt to her?." 

His fingers used me, keeping me in need. Falling against him, naked, as I whimpered and grunted. He tormented my breasts. Until they were almost sore. On that strange pain/pleasure divide. He wanted to see me needing. Oh I did.

He took his pleasure in me over the desk. It was wonderful. From behind. Thrusting hard into my cunt. He felt huge. The surface cold on my burning breasts. Saliva and sweat on the wood. His hard hot flesh spearing in and out of me. Possessed. My body welcoming. Permission. As the fireworks exploded I idly wondered if the inter-com was still on.

Afterwards Gwen returned. Standing, my body now displaying the use to which it had been put. My labia feeling bloated and sticky, breasts reddened. Her eyes like fingers over me. Half proud, half ashamed. She stroked my cheek. Touched the collar. My shoulders moved, my breasts. I wondered if she would touch them. She didn't. 

She took me to a lavatory at the back of the room. Suggested that I wipe myself. Stood in the door. Told me to hurry as I sat waiting for her to go. I had to do it as she watched. 

Allowed to dress. In front of them. Fastened my bra. Breasts felt larger after being fucked. Blouse. Pulled up my knickers.

"I can see that she gets off on display." I wanted to curl up and die. 

"She's learning. Things may come out later. She's been punished. Spanking. Actually climaxed with it. She likes some humiliation, bondage, loves the giving up of power." Talking about me as if I wasn't there. How far did he expect me to go? I was juicing again. 

"Has she potential?" I shyly fastened my skirt. Body pulsing softly.

"Oh yes. No question." There was pride in his voice. Tears welled in my eyes.

We met socially of course. Weekdays. He took me out. Without the collar. To dinner, cinema, theatre, began to meet his friends. He made me laugh, was an amusing, caring and handsome man to be with. I realised that he genuinely found me attractive too, physically and otherwise. We acted like normal lovers in a normal vanilla relationship. I could flirt and tease, appear demanding and could be loud. It may not have been realised by those around us, however, that I always knew he was my absolute monarch. We caressed and fondled but it never went further on these occasions.

He fulfilled me. I had stopped masturbating when alone. I only wanted to orgasm for him. He thought about me, thought about what was best for me. However, as the working week drew to a close I was taut with excitement. His mastery of me. The fear and thrill of how he dictated my exhibitionism to him, of the unexpected, of being wicked. His use and enjoyment of my body. The release more extravagantly physical when allowed. I was happy to accept my sexual fulfilment, or lack of it, was subservient to his will. I wanted him to enjoy me, that was so important to me now. I strangely became far more confident, my self esteem grew stronger. Now that I had the freedom of Michael taking over the responsibility for the wildness of my sexuality from me I could relax. I enjoyed the knowledge that he was training that wildness, stretching my limits. Gradually having me do a little more than I had ever considered I could or would, previously. Life before Michael was a vague, tasteless memory.

On the way to his house he stopped the car. He placed a blindfold on me. I sat passive until he was satisfied with its fit. I felt my nipples hardened. We continued on our way. I couldn't see. I felt every bounce of my breasts, every sigh in my throat was loud in my ears. People may be able to see, I realised. I held the sides of the seat and tried not to squirm. Felt my breasts tighten in my bra. He helped me out and led me to the door. As he had walked around the car I suddenly panicked, we could be anywhere! The drive felt the same, the step. The smell of the house. I relaxed. 

In the hall he stopped. Took off my jacket. Put my back against the wall. Hands moving automatically now to beside my face. Legs parted. I waited for him. I didn't know where he was. Breathing all over the place due to the blindfold. He was there again. He did something to my skirt. Pulling it forward. He was cutting it! Scissors cut through the material until I felt the cold metal against my stomach. It dropped at my feet. He cut through the top I was wearing. The metal grazing me. Cut the arms so it dropped too. I was frightened. He cut through the straps on my bra. Cut through the front. Cut my knickers off. I was trembling. I couldn't see. He pressed the cool metal to my hard nipples, the outsides of my labia.

His fingers sank deeply into me. A grunt from me. Sucked my juices from him. Waited. Heard him undressing. Made to open wider still. His cock sank into me. Filling me. So hot. So commanding. My vagina spasmed around him. Wanted him to enjoy me. He fucked me in my darkness. Fucked me so well. My breasts bounced, cunt squelched and clutched at his cock. I was eager to please him, my body was eager to please him. 

He led me to the bedroom, semen trickling down my leg. Put over his naked thigh. His cock sticky against my thigh. 

"I'm going to punish you. Do you know why?"

"No. No, Master." It felt good saying that.

"Because I want to. Is that sufficient reason?"

"Yes. Of course, Master."

He didn't caress. He just spanked. Slowly. Building up. I sobbed loudly. It built and built. The need for release came.

"God you're a slut aren't you? Your cunt is always the wettest I've ever known! You want to come from being spanked don't you?"

"Oh yes, Master. Oh please, Master."

"Yes, alright, I want you to show me how that cunt of yours can really come."

It wasn't a considered act. My body just obeyed his words. My cunt spurted. I came loudly. I began to cry. The idea that he might not be there to let me have pleasure was so scary. I needed him so much. We were both wet with my leakage. He came again in my mouth.

Saturday afternoon. In Michael's kitchen making coffee. Doorbell rang. Froze. Wide eyes at Michael. Wearing only a slip. My nipples pushing through the material. The slip resting just past my sex. Wearing my collar. Told to carry on. He answers the door. Another man in the kitchen too. Rob. Jeans, squat, ponytail. I'm not dressed. Friend of Michael. A photographer. Felt heat on my face. Tried hard not to cover myself with my hands. His eyes explored me obviously. Drinking coffee. I've been fucked on this table where he has his coffee. His eyes hungry on my body. Looked at my breasts, up my legs. Face burning. He knew I was Michael's. I begun to feel proud of what he looked at. They chatted and laughed. Suddenly found out that he was there to photograph me. Michael wanted it done. Some nude. I would be naked before another man now! The boy saw me. A little of me. Gwen saw me fully. The man in the woods. Now another man. My chest tight. The list growing.

Everything set up in the curtained lounge. Lights, reflectors, cameras. Stomach fluttering. Michael gave me a glass of wine. Sat on the sofa. Changed into silk top and underwear. Suspenders and stockings and stilettos. G-string, thin bra. The hardness of my nipples obvious. I checked the collar. Michael sat watching in the shadows. Rob looked at me closely. All over my body. 

Standing. Kneeling. My top to go. Different positions constantly. Nipples very obvious through my bra. Felt naked already. Stomach ached. Rob grinned hungrily at me. I was hot. Sat again. Held my breasts. Straps lowered. Bra off. Told to play with my breasts. Knelt on the floor. Breathing shallow. Breasts hung. Displayed pale buttocks between the dark suspender belt and stockings to the men, the camera. Tight material deep within my crease. The photographs were rude, dirty. Rob would see them as he develops them. Others might see them. Skin burning.

On my back on the sofa. Legs thrust out. Bulging mound. Hands to go inside my knickers. Wetness. Fingers touched myself. Rob and Michael watched. Eyes caressed. Being so disgusting for them to see. I was so wet. Dragging knickers down eagerly now. Smell of sex. Exhibited myself openly. No need for direction then. Displayed my naked tits and cunt. Offered myself to the men, the camera. Almost coming. Michael made me take a break. My breathing erratic. Photographs of my face. I drink some more wine. In Michael's arms, secure. Rob reloads. 

My top and knickers back on. Michael sat on a chair. I stood. I was to be punished. Draped myself over his knees. Top pulled high. My knickers pulled half way down thighs. I struggled to help. Felt Michael's cock hard. Opened my thighs within the tight knickers. The humiliation singing in my ears. Rob watching. My hands fastened behind me. Hot. Michael began to spank me. I wanted it. Pushed up to it. Needing. Squirming under the smacks. Being watched. The heat rapidly built in my bottom. My cunt bloated between my thighs. Smacks. Being watched. Whimpered. Smacks. Tears on my cheeks. Such a slut. Heat in my cunt. Sobbed. Grunted. Tried to hold back. I was allowed. It burst in me. My cunt sprayed again as I came. Someone was watching. I exploded. 

On my knees. Seem to have missed some time. Michael began to fuck me. Realised he's naked. Against my tender bottom. Cock filled me, stretched me, possessed, slid in and out of me. Wanted to make it good. I wanted it to be as good for him. Wondered if we're being photographed. He lifted my head up. A purple head, veins. It vibrated in the air inches from my face. Another cock before my face. Darker skin. Smelt its masculinity. I touched it, confused. Hard and hot in my hand, alive. I pulled on it. It came nearer. It touched my face and I opened for it. Abandoned. Two cocks inside me, using me, possessing me. Spun out of control.

I thrashed wildly. I flew in a tornado. Pinned between two cocks. Two cocks fucking me at once. Two cocks. I slid between orgasm and awareness, back and forth. Semen all over my face and body. So tired. Someone removed my stockings, covers me.

Later, Michael woke me. Evening. We went out for dinner. We walked to a cosy Italian. Wearing my casual long summer frock. Allowed a thong. Michael in cream trousers and shirt. Not knowing whether to mention earlier. If he decided to abandon me he would have a reason. Desperate to be with him. Not knowing what to say. He seemed happy with me. In a good mood. Amusing, flirty.

"You should look good in the photos." Just slipped into the conversation. Felt my eyes widen as I looked at him. Scared. "I'm proud of your body." Breath escaped from me. "You look angelically virginal yet totally sluttish. All at the same time." Scarlet. He carried on eating. My stomach incapable of taking in food. "Rob enjoyed your mouth. You enjoyed having his cock too, didn't you?" 

"I... I...." Eventually I nodded to the table. Hiding as much as I could behind my hair. My mouth dry.

"He'd have had more if I had let him."

"Why didn't you!? Don't you want me for yourself!?" Anger flared in me.

"You'll be punished for that later."

"I'm sorry." Looking at the table realising what I'd done. 

"Should I keep the sight of your body to myself too?" He laughed. "No, you enjoy that don't you? I wouldn't have you expose your body if it was ugly, would I? No, I'm proud of it. Don't I want you for myself? Of course I do! You know, can tell. I wouldn't offer you to others if I wasn't proud of you, didn't feel your body wasn't an ideal gift for others to enjoy for a while. I do not have to be the only one. Do you wear my collar?"

"Yes!"

"Do you submit to me?"

"Yes!"

"And you knew it even when you had another man's cock in your mouth. "

"Yes." Desperately wanting him to believe me as I looked into his eyes. I looked at Michael. He knew. He knew me before I did.

"You will know it, whatever I allow someone else to see or do."

"Yes." Disconcerted. Excited. Ashamed. Aroused. He had shown me that he was in charge of me. Had me acknowledge that he could and would have me display myself, that he could use and offer my body. He was proud of me! I knew that I would carry out his requirements, as was his due. I would make him even more proud, and I would enjoy it too.

I admitted to him about the person in the wood.

In the woods, our special wood, he sat at the bench. I spied our voyeur as I took off my jacket, naked underneath. Lay across Michael's knees. Skirt pulled up, knickers down, and he spanked me. Had known he would. Spanked while being watched. Made to push high. Made to part myself. Smacks sounding very loud in the small clearing. My submission. My sobs. My cries. The display. The excitement. The pain. Both of them mixing until I could barely stand that amazing sexual tension he gave me. Told to climax. No caressing but it didn't stop my orgasm being loud in the clearing too. 

Thighs and crutch wet with the juices that now seemed to spurt at every orgasm. So hot. Half naked, had to walk toward the person hidden in the trees. The air pleasantly cool on my breasts, whilst my buttocks tingled. I stopped. 

"Would you like to come and join us. Please. We wont harm you."

The figure disappeared. I called out again. Eventually I walked back towards Michael. Heard something. Turned. The figure standing in the open.

A female figure! A girl! I'd always presumed it would be a man. At least a boy. Wanking as he watched. A girl! A ponytail of dark hair. Black cotton peasant pants, baggy shirt, black trainers. A girl. Young. Pretty.

"You were watching us." Michael.

"Yes. It is a public place. You weren't hidden."

"We wont hurt you. We don't mind."

"Why did you beat your girlfriend?" Curiosity. "You normally shag her."

"Why don't you ask her?" She cocked her head at me. Questioning.

"I asked him to."

"What do you mean? Do you like being beaten?" Incredulous.

"Sometimes. Sometimes I deserve it."

"Like now? Why?"

"Because I didn't tell him that you watched us. Don't you think it was appropriate to be punished in front of you?"

"But why should you tell him? You didn't need to."

"Yes I did. I belong to him."

"What! You belong to him? You mean he tells you what to do? I can't imagine... All the time?" Her eyes wide. 

"Well at least sexually." She stared at me for a long while then seemed to decide that it wasn't worth asking me questions.

"Is that why you came here? To beat her? For me to see? Were you going to shag her as well?"

"Yes. To them all." 

"Knowing I would be watching?"

"Yes." 

Now she stared at Michael for a long while. In contemplation. She came nearer. "Can I watch. From here?" Her voice betraying her..

Michael turned me to face her fully. 

"Would you remove her skirt?" 

We all stood still. She considered whether she wished to take a more active part. For an age. Stood behind me. The perfume of soap. Stepped out of the ring of cloth at my feet. She stared at my body. My skin appearing luminous in the half light. She looked me all over.

"Will you lead her over to the bench?" Michael not bothering to watch. "She should lay there. I'll fuck her there for you to watch."

Waiting. Took my arm delicately. With finger tips. She led me. This girl. Taller than me. Faced her. Looked into her eyes for a moment. She was excited, her eyes sparkling, yet strangely surprised. Not by us, perhaps by herself.

After everything I needed to be taken by him. Being outside, spanked, naked, exhibiting myself. Sat on the edge facing her. Cool, rough wood against my tender skin. Lay back along its length. Hips just over the edge. Deliberately spread my legs. Let her eyes in. Wanton, wanting, as she looked. I wanted to come!

Michael naked. He moved her gently to the side of me. He knelt at my sacrificial flesh. His cock opened me. Standing she moved her head to be able to fully see him possess me. Would have seen his iron flesh enter my lubricated opening. Impaled on him. Arching my body up to him. She knelt. Almost reverence in her eyes. Michael took her hand. Rubbed it over my tits. It hovered there. 

"I ... "

Then she began to tentatively explore and test. Took her other hand. To our joining. Watching and feeling. He began to fuck me. Slowly at first. Her hand on my mound. Electric storms filled me. Took me off in them. She was kissing me. My open mouth. A girl was kissing me! Her hand on my face as she kissed. Another squeezed my pulpy flesh around him as he pumped. Able to scream silently into her laughing mouth. Neither allowing me to stop. 

After, Michael offered me his beautiful maleness to suck on. Offered it to me. Not her. I wondered if one day I could ever accept that. Not tonight. Her eyes continued to enjoy me. From a long way away I saw her fingers touch the semen flowing from me. From the clouds heard the conversation. 

"She's beautiful."

"Yes. She is. A gazelle." I didn't know whom they spoke of.

"I'd like... I'd like... her to... You know! Make me... give me. " Her face was alive with emotion.

"You know she has a master. She told you."

"Yes. Yes." Dejected. Then sudden hope. "But maybe I could help you. A girl I knew once. She had a horse. She let me groom him. I could be useful. Make sure she behaves. "

"But staff aren't supposed to use the belongings of the household in which they work." He was grinning.

"She let me ride her horse. Let me ride because I groomed her. It was my reward."

"You put yourself in her power by desiring to ride."

"Yes. But not totally. I wasn't the horse." They laughed.

"You'd need to think long and hard about what you'll do for your desires."

Gwen phoned me on a Monday. I had to meet her and Michael at his office. Felt naked again in front of Gwen. Knowing how I looked the last time she saw me. He came. Made to kneel! She saw me kneel. Kissed the collar, allowed to stand. She came over to me. Touched my cheek again. My hands heavy at my side. Her lips touched mine. A snakes tongue momentarily slipped between my flesh. Her hand on my breast. Fingers squeezing my nipple. Hard. Moaned into her mouth. Released. Michael stood watching, smiling. Breathless, I felt taken.

Michael told me that I had to go with her. Had made appointments. Felt overawed being with Gwen. She was so beautiful, so certain. Caught a cab. Felt like a child with a parent. She took my arm. Into a nondescript building. Taken into a clinical room without any windows. A woman, a nurse or technician. Gwen discussed me with her as though I wasn't present. The nurse had me undress. There, not behind a curtain. I realised I was looking for Gwen to look after me. Let me keep my blouse on. Both of them watched me as I did. Shameful. Sat me on a chair with stirrups. Like at the doctor. I looked at Gwen as my hands and legs were strapped. Tested the strapping. Tight. Relaxed. It was the straps! Gwen noticed, her eyes took in everything. They fell to my cunt. She watched as each leg was pulled out wide open and raised. She looked at my open cunt! I couldn't do anything. Seeping. The nurse came over and wiped me with a tissue. God I wanted to die.