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Let's Play

By: Mistress_Linde



What if...

I would come home from work at the end of a particularly difficult week. Glad that the week is over and so happy to know that you and I would be able to spend some time together. Sure, we see each other passing through the shadows, as I get up to leave for work in the morning just a few hours after you have slipped in behind me after your shower, but we never seem to have the time to really touch one another. 

I come home from work to find you there, waiting for me. You've ordered pizza for supper and rented a couple of sappy movies to watch. I can't imagine wanting to go out on a night like this. Nothing would make me happier than just sitting with you and holding you...and maybe later, playing with you. I have had an especially tough week and have a great deal of tension to release. You're exactly the cure I'm looking for. All while eating and snuggling through the movie, I keep thinking about how I feel about you and how happy I am that I found you. Laying on the couch together, my hand under your shirt, resting on your chest, I can feel your heart beating. Feeling your skin, so soft and warm, distracting, my thoughts begin to wander, thinking about how well you try to please me, how this heart is beating for me, about how I can make it pound with a whisper and race with two small words. "Let's play." Laying there, consumed with these thoughts, I give in to my own urgency, put my lips to your ear, kissing it gently, and whisper softly "Let's play." Loving the look in your eyes as you see the desire in mine. 

Pulling you by the hand, I lead you down stairs, to our play room. I have you stand still, arms at your sides as I remove your clothes, fingers brushing against your skin at every opportunity. I want you naked and vulnerable and open to me. Completely. And I want you blindfolded. Before slipping the soft hood over your head, I kiss your lips for one brief moment, letting you keep a taste of me on your tongue before the darkness overtakes you.

I lead you to a bench and have you bend forward, resting your chest against the wooden surface and fastening your arms, spread out, to the restraints on the legs. Kneeling between your legs, behind you, I attach a spreader bar and cuffs to your ankles. My hands sliding up your legs, across your ass, your back as I stand and step away to admire my beautiful boy. And I leave the room to return up stairs. 

After 20 minutes or so, I return. You hear me crossing the kitchen above you hear my heels clicking across the floor, coming down the stairs, you can recognize the sound of my boots as I cross the basement floor, striding towards you. I smile, seeing you turning your head towards the sound. Walking to the wall to your right, I rustle through shelves and drawers, drawing out toys that I might want to play with. Glancing back at you, I have such a hard time not wanting to do it all, but for now, I've made my choices. 

Placing my treasures on the bench beside you, I trace my finger nail down the center of your back...listening to you make a small sound at my touch, your head raising off of the bench, like you are looking for the source of the sensation. Leaning against you, from behind, you feel the coolness of my tall boots against the inside and backs of your thighs, my hips against your ass and my lips grazing your back. A small kiss and you hear me walking away again. Then the sound of the sink running...I giggle as I watch your head snap towards the sound of the running water. It's been a while since we've done this, isn't it. I love to think of you playing while so full and uncomfortable. So much to concentrate on and so little power to control what I do to you. You flinch slightly as I ease the Bardex enema nozzle/plug into your ass and flinch even more as I inflate it to fill you. You will have no choice but to hold this water until I am done with you...and I will love every minute of your suffering. Hanging the bag of hot water on the ring above you, I open the valve and let the 5 liter bag empty into you slowly. My hands pulling your cheeks apart, making sure the plug is inflated enough, your squirming and little moans tell me that you are filling up nicely. I reach under you to feel your belly distending and am pleased to find that you are already hard for me. My beautiful boy. 

When the bag is empty, I clamp off the tubing, remove it from the bag and let it dangle down from the inflated plug. Inflating another few squeezes of the bulb, I have a small shiver of pleasure as you let out a small moan of protest. Leaning over you...pressing my hips against your ass, forcing this in a bit more...I whisper into your ear "Shhhhh...don't waste it all just yet, we haven't even started to play." 

Now that you have something to keep your mind occupied, I take my time looking for just the right toy to use next. Fondling my floggers and whips hanging on the wall...I can't make up my mind. Soft and light, or heavy and hard? You already have enough to worry about, what would help take your mind off of the pressure and fullness inside? Heavy and hard. Of course. Deciding on a braided cat, I approach you again, clicking across the floor and without a word...run the plaits across your back, letting you feel the weight of the leather. Smiling as you arch your back slightly. 

Starting gently, and slowly...a stroke every 10 seconds, I begin. Paying special attention to your back and legs, ignoring your ass, I steadily increase the weight of my blows, but keeping an even rhythm. It's hypnotizing, the motion of the cat, the sound as it meets your flesh, the sound of your grunting as the blows get harder. Building to yelps and moans as I increase the power of my stroke. And quieting to gentle mewings as I begin to vary the rhythm and force. Your legs, although not supporting most of your weight are beginning to shake. Muscle fatigue begins to show. Your concentration is hyper focused and you are were I want you now...deep in subspace. Aware of my presence only in some abstract sense. You have become my boy completely. Stopping for a moment, I run my fingers over your back and legs, feeling the raised flesh...wanting to kiss it, lick it, consume your pain. I'm so aroused seeing you like this, so helpless and so completely mine. 

Trading the cat for my beloved single tail, I whisper to you again "Let's Play."..and I begin. A single stroke crosses your ass, the first to touch it today, your scream tells me it was a well played strike. I can't help but smile as I see you tense your muscles...pulling at the wrist restraints, knowing that it will hurt less if you are prepared this time. And another blow falls, this time crossing your beautiful back. Screaming, your head thrown back, the material from the hood is sucked into your mouth as you gasp for breath. A small cut bleeds almost immediately and is joined by another as the next blow crosses the last. Another and another and another. Five...that's so few, but so wonderfully effective. Wishing I could see your face, but not wanting you to see the mask of desire and need on mine, I pull your head back and kiss you through the hood. Inhaling your shaking breath...biting your lips through the fabric. I release your head and return to stand behind you. Grasping between your legs, I squeeze your balls , hard, pulling them back to me. Releasing them, I place my hands on your back...steadying my self as I bring the toe of my boot up between your legs...pushing your balls hard against your body, the smooth leather of the top of my boot, crushing against you until your whimpers form words..."Mercy...please my Queen, Mercy ." Adding another few second of pressure I release and step away. 

As long as you remain still, the water filling you is tolerable. The pain in your back far outweighs the discomfort you are feeling inside. I want to change that for you. I unshackle your arms from the bench and stand you up. Shaky and quivering, I hold you for a moment, my lips touching your chest, your neck. I whisper to you "I am so proud of you." I turn you around, and have you lay back on the bench, placing a small pillow under your head, pulling your arms over your head and shackling them to the end of the long bench. Attaching a rope to the bar between your ankles, I pull it under you so your knees are bent and your legs are pulled tight. My hand resting on your belly, swollen and distended...pressing down a bit to aid in your discomfort, stroking across your chest...feeling your heart pounding...I whisper, again "Let's Play." 

I can see the hood rising and falling with your breathing...so fast, almost panting now. Making small sounds, like a frightened animal. I am so overwhelmed with my feelings for you, I have to step away. I can't breathe and my heart is trying to escape through my ribs. 

Opening a drawer under you, I take out a cloth roll. It clinks as I unwrap it, revealing a set of shiny new medical sounds. The set contains 8 stainless steel instruments of increasing thickness, slightly curved and about 10 inches long. Laying the unwrapped roll on your belly, I chose one that appears to be a good size. Covering it with lubricant, I hold it in my right hand, while holding your penis in my left. Whispering "Don't move" to you, I slowly and gently slide the rod into you. Watching your chest rising and falling even faster now, and feeling your penis harden as the instrument penetrates it. I gently begin fucking you with this new toy, loving every second of this, as your hips start to move slightly...wanting more of this inside you. Leaning forward to place a kiss on your belly, I pull it out and replace it with the next thicker rod. Your moans tell me that this is the right size to be using. As I press it in, gently, your sounds get more intense, arousing me to the point of distraction. Your cock is hard now around this steel invader and I start stroking you slowly. Pre-come leaks around the rod. I can't stand this! I can't go on without some relief. 

Pulling the sound from you I move the set from your belly to the bench top. I step up on the bench...and stand over your head...your face, still in the hood. With my heels, almost touching your shoulders, I squat down and sit on your chest...and reach to remove the hood. Smiling down on you, not letting your eyes adjust to the brightness, I slide forward, wetting you from chest to mouth with my juices, and grind myself onto your mouth. Smothering you with my pussy, you don't need to be told what to do. Sitting down hard on your face, I know you can't breathe, so I time myself. Count to 10, and let you have a breath, and down again. Count to 15 and let you have a breath, and down again. Count to 30, and let you have a gasping breath, before lowering myself onto you again. Repeating this, over and over until you are gasping and desperately trying to make me come, to make me stop this game. Shuddering , I finally orgasm...forcing myself down harder on you for the duration, while your chest almost explodes from lack of air. Leaning back, after, still shaking, trying to catch my breath, I sit back on your chest, smiling down on you. 

It's time for you to let all of that water go now. Removing all of your restraints, I help you from the bench. Standing, shaking, smiling, I lead you to the bathroom and leave you behind the closed door to empty yourself. When you are finished, you open the door, standing there, slightly embarrassed, I just want to hug you. But you know that affording you this small dignity will not go unpaid. 

Smiling my most wicked smile...I mouth the words, again. "Let's Play," take you by the hand and lead you to our bedroom. 

Gently laying you back on the bed, I again place the leather cuffs around your wrists and secure them to the ring in the headboard. Kissing down the insides of your arms, I move to kneel between your legs. Pushing them apart with my knees, I fasten a cuff to each ankle and thread a length rope through each D ring, pulling tight and fastening each end to the headboard...spreading you apart for me. Hopping off of the bed, I give you a good slap to the ass before I leave the room for a minute. 

Returning a few minutes later, with a handful of toys from downstairs, I smile at you as I drop them on the bed next to you. Reaching into the drawer next to the bed, I pull out the tube of lube and a glove. Kneeling over you, smiling, I bend to kiss you and whisper "are you ready for this, my beautiful boy?" Your big smile tells me everything I need to know. I settle in between your legs, kneeling and smiling. I want to watch you while I do this. Watch your face...watch you watch me. And as my fingers enter you, I whisper "look at me." Two fingers, three. Slow, easy gentle. 

My left hand on your thigh...resting, touching you. Three fingers, turning, twisting, opening you for me. I smile at you...watching your face as I add a fourth finger. Loving the change in your expression...and still slowly opening you. My left hand grasps your cock as my right continues to push into you. Stroking slowly as I curl my fingers and attempt to slide my hand into you. Slowly...forcefully, slowly. Stroking you at the same time. Wanting you to enjoy this as much as I do. Pushing harder, your face shows the struggle and pain this is causing. I don't care. I want you to love this. I know that I will never get inside of you while stroking your cock, so I stop for a moment...a few moments and just stop everything. Whispering "relax for me love, let me do this one thing." 

Pressing gently again, little pushes as you open and relax for me. Watching the pain wash over your face as my hand is forced inside of you. Whispering " Don't move." Leaning over you, I take your cock into my mouth. My hand inside of you moving just slightly...causing your cock to bob inside of my mouth. I know it will be torture for you to come with my hand inside of you. But that is what I want. And I whisper "come for me." 

My mouth back on you, so warm, wet, tongue on you. Lips tight, sliding up and down on you. Come for me baby, let me feel you clamp down on my hand...let me hear your cries as the pain of my hand fights with the orgasm building. Come for me. And you do. I feel you pulsing, spurting on my tongue against the back of my throat. Good boy...what a good boy you are. You are crying now, my hand in you is going numb from the pressure of your orgasm around it. You lay there panting...tears, wanting me to stop now. Please. But I still have to pull my hand from you. So I whisper "relax my love, please,...shhhh...relax." Pulling my hand from you, slowly, watching your face again, a mask of agony and tears and exhaustion. You are so beautiful, I want to cry. 

Kneeling over you, I release your legs, then your arms. Unbuckling the cuffs from each and throwing them on the floor. I kiss away your tears, licking them dry. Pulling the blankets up from the bottom of the bed, I cover us. Curling up in the crook of your arm, my head on your chest, my leg over you, my hand resting on your chest again, feeling your heart finally slowing. Hugging you close to me, I smile as I begin to dream of tomorrow...whispering as I fall asleep..."Let's Play."

Let's Play



I was supposed to be meeting a new client for the company. In fact, I was covering for my jerk boss who'd decide he'd rather go play a round of golf then talk finances with a "rich old bastard", to quote him. I'm an accountant. A damn good one, boring old, run of the mill accountant nonetheless. The height of excitement for me is the week before taxes are due. I was not supposed to be sitting next to a pool, sipping a frothy drink, and having impure thoughts about the gorgeous woman in a bikini sitting next to me. 

It occurred to me that my day might be looking up. However for decorum's sake, there I was, trying valiantly (and failing miserably) to keep my eyes from running up and down her body, taking in the full package. I was also desperately trying to hide my erection. Thank god for briefcases, and suit jackets. It would not do for my new client to find me visibly aroused by his 20-year-old daughter. Yes, his daughter. And as far as I'm concerned she is a walking sexual time bomb.

I could tell she was watching me out of the corner of my eye. "You don't talk much do you?" she asked leaning over, giving me a full view of her cleavage. "I've been sitting here trying to figure you out, and I have no idea what you're thinking about," she ran her hand up my sleeve. 

"To be honest I find it oddly attractive." She stood up and walked in front of me, leaned down and loosened my tie. When her fingers brushed against my neck I could have sworn my cock was going to pop out of my pants. She reached down and rolled the sleeves of my button-down shirt. Then she whispered into my ear, "I'm going to jump in the pool for a quick swim, and then we're going to play." She turned around and I watched her perfect little ass walk to edge of the pool. She executed a perfect dive and proceeded to swim a few laps. She swam to the edge of the pool right in front of me, shook her long blonde hair, wiped water out of her eyes, and asked me to bring her a towel. She was still in the water, and as I stood in front of her I realized that there was no way for me to hide my now immense erection. 

"Very nice" she purred, then got out of the water. I nearly lost it as the water ran off her body, slipping and sliding its way down. I found myself imagining her body covered in sweat, wondering if the sweat would take a similar path to the water. Her green eyes were bright as she watched me ogle her, then turned and tossed a "follow me" over her shoulder.

We took a short path to a small cabana hidden behind a covering of thick trees and bushes. She opened the bright purple door and went in. I stopped short, considering what I was getting myself into. By then I was so turned on that my cock was screaming for release and I couldn't imagine walking away from her. I closed the door behind me. She was sitting on a desk, smiling at me. 

"I was getting worried about you." I took a deep breath and put on my best smirk, walking towards her. 

"You didn't really think I would walk away did you?" By now we were face to face, so close that we could have rubbed noses if we'd wanted. She ran a finger down from my ear to my chin, shooting tingles all over my body. "I was hoping you wouldn't" she answered softly. She slipped her finger between my lips and I drew it all the way into my mouth, sucking it gently. She removed her finger and reached for me, but I quickly grabbed her and pushed my lips onto hers. 

After a second of surprise, she kissed me back with the same intensity, then opened her mouth and drew my tongue in. I couldn't get enough of her; all of the sensation I was feeling wasn't enough. I broke the kiss and moved to her neck, kissing, nibbling. Her hands tightened in my hair and I heard her moan. My hands moved down to knead her ass and I could feel her hips turn slightly in towards me, her pussy cupping against my throbbing cock. I licked the water off her neck and throat, then moved further down and pulled her nipple into my mouth. I moved my tongue over the fabric, felt the bud tighten. She gasped and grabbed my hair tighter, pulling my face closer to her body. I moved to the other nipple and got the same response. 

She was obviously turned on, and I felt powerful knowing that I had created such a reaction in her. But suddenly, she let go and pushed me away. "Wait" she said. "You are disrupting my plan."

"Tell me it's a welcome disruption" I joked, even as my hands curled into fists in an attempt to curb the reactions of my body. "I want you baby" she grinned, "but it has to be on my terms."

She moved towards me, then raised her mouth to mine, kissing then pulling away. The third time this happened I groaned in frustration. "Don’t' worry, baby, it'll turn out exactly how you want." As she said this she was moving her body against mine, rubbing her tits against my shirt, turning in a circle and rubbing her ass against my dick. She took off my tie and licked her way down my neck. She unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off me. Her eyes widened when she took in my chest and six pack. "You're an accountant?" she asked in surprise. 

"Accountants can be physically fit too" I laughed, watching her face flush. Suddenly she grabbed at me, kissing me all over. She ran her palms over my nipples then leaned down and nibbled them with her tiny teeth. I cried out when she bit into one of them. God, what a rush! She kissed bit and licked her way down my stomach. Then lowered herself to her knees. She ran her hands over my cock, then reached down and lifted up first one foot, then the other, taking off my shoes and socks. 

She looked up at me and giggled, "I've always wondered how people could keep these on during sex. I would be so preoccupied with my socks falling down that I wouldn't be able to concentrate on the important stuff." I looked down at her, not able to take my eyes off her full lips that were on level with my cock.

She smiled up at me, then unfastened my pants and pushed them down around my ankles. She smirked slightly at my happy face boxers, then pushed them down to join my pants. At this point my 10 inch cock was almost parallel to the floor, and gasped as she realized it's length and girth. "If I had known that this is what accountants were like, I would have gotten myself one awhile ago" she said. Her hand circled my cock, then she moved her hand very slowly up and down it. She licked at the precum that was oozing out the tip, then pulled my dick into her mouth, deepthroating it.

I almost came right then and there the feeling was so good. She wrapped her tongue around my cock, bobbing her head. I put one hand on the back of the desk just because my knees felt like they were going to give out, and used the other hand to stroke her hair. She pulled her mouth off my cock and whispered "Talk to me baby, tell me how I make you feel. Tell me how good it feels." She stroked my cock with her hand then looked up at me. "You have such a big cock, it's making me so wet." I blinked at her. None of the women I'd ever been with had liked talking dirty or hearing me talk like that to them. She blew softly on my cock. "Tell me what you're going to do to me" she whispered. I groaned aloud.

"Oh god," I started. "It's so good." Her mouth covered my cock again, licking, making circular movements starting from the base of my cock working out to the tip. "I'm not going to be able to hold it, baby" I whispered "you're doing too much to me. I want to come in your mouth, then stick my dick in your pussy and make you come over and over again until you are just a puddle of goo on the floor. I want to drive you crazy with my tongue, licking your clit and tasting my cum inside you." She moaned and I could feel the vibration of her throat all over my cock. "I want to drive you crazy till you're begging me to make you cum." She had picked up the pace of her sucking and I could feel the tingling in my balls, I was so close to coming I could feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head. By now I was gasping, trying to keep the sensations going a little longer. "I'm going to cum baby…I…I can't hold on much longer."

"Cum in my mouth, darling" she whispered, and began moaning again. That was the last straw, and I came hard, my cum hitting the back of her throat, my dick twitching and spurting. I had lost control. "Oh god, YEAH!" 

When my cock had finally stopped spurting I sank back against the desk. She slid up my body and kissed me, wrapping her arms around my neck and using her hands to pull me in deeper, letting me taste my cum in her mouth. My cock was already twitching, ready for another go. She pulled away from me and pushed me back into the desk, making it so that I was sitting on it. She walked backwards, not taking her eyes off me. 

"You have such a big dick" she crooned. "I can’t stop thinking about how it's gonna feel in my pussy. I'm gonna ride your hard cock so good, we're gonna cum sooo hard baby." She had lowered her hands, and I realized she was rubbing her clit through her tiny bikini bottoms. She leaned her head back, her blond hair trailing farther down her back. Slowly she reached up and pulled the bottoms off. She had the most perfect little muff. Completely shaven except for a small triangle of light blond hair right above her pussy. By now my cock was back to standing at attention. She moved towards me, then pushed me back onto the desk. 

She crawled on top of me, dangling her tits in front of me. I wanted to run my tongue over her tits without the fabric of her bathing suit in between them, and reached up to undo the straps. "Hmm, not yet darling" and she lapped at my chin with her tongue at the same time pulling my hands together and raising them over my head. She pinned them down lightly and we continued kissing. Suddenly, she pushed her pussy down my cock, and we both gasped in shock and pleasure. We stayed like that a few minutes, then I pulled my hands free and placed them on her hips, lifting her lightly and pulling her back down over my cock.

"Mmmm" was all she could get out at first. Then she opened her eyes and I could see them glazed over with lust. She leaned over me and picked up the pace. Pretty soon, she was riding my cock hard. 

"Oh yeah!" she yelled. "Ohh, you have such a great cock baby! I want it so bad. Fuck me hard." Her words were driving me even crazier and I raised my hips as high as I could to meet hers. We were both moaning and groaning, when she reached behind her and slipped off her bikini top. My eyes got wider as I took in her 42 Double Dees. All I could think about was getting my hands and mouth on them, so I lifted her tits up against my face and licked, then blew on them. The way she cried out and ground against my cock made me realize just how sensitive her tits were. I pulled one into my mouth, running my tongue over it, running my teeth over the nipple. 

"Oh GOD!" she shouted, and I pulled her other nipple into my mouth, doing the same thing. "I'm going to cum, baby, that feels sooo good!" My balls were starting to tingle and I could feel her pussy fluttering against my hard pole. I waited as long as I could, then bit down hard on the nipple in my mouth.

"OHHHH!" she cried, "I'm cumming! Oh, god yeah!" I totally lost it, bucking my hips up as high as I could to get my cum into her dripping pussy. It felt like we came together for hours, then she collapsed against my chest, both of us breathing hard. 

Eventually, I regained my voice. "What on earth am I going to tell your father?" She giggled and nuzzled her face into my shoulder. "Nothing, darling. Daddy dearest is out of town. He left earlier this morning. He must have forgotten to cancel his appointment with you, and then I didn't have the heart to send away such an attractive accountant, who was so clearly taken with me."

"He's not here?" I whispered incredulously. "Nope" she said brightly as she nibbled on my ear. "He won't be back till next week." She ran her tongue up my ear then blew lightly on it. My cock twitched immediately. "Hmm," she giggled.

"I suppose I should go then," I said lamely. 

"Uh-uh!" she sat up. "Do you think I'm just going to let you walk away now that I've found you? No way, baby! I am way too horny to let you get away!" She kissed me: her tongue delving into my mouth, her fingers rolling my nipples in between them, her hips shifting slightly on my cock. I groaned from deep within my throat. "I'll take it that you'll stay awhile" she smiled against my lips. I broke off the kiss and looked deeply into her eyes, "we'll tell your father that I felt bad leaving you all alone out here at this huge estate or something," she kissed me again and I whispered, "I'll do whatever it takes."

"Well if that's the case", she grinned at me, "then let's go out to the pool for a swim. I love fucking in nice cool water." She pulled me by the hands off the desk, and we ran out to the pool. As I dove into the deep end, I thanked the gods, and ironically, my asshole boss, for setting up this absolutely perfect day.



Let's Play



"Let's play." 

The words barely left his lips but he noticed her raise an eyebrow while she gave a smile that turned into a sneer. 

"You know what to do," she said, a bit gruffly.

Obediently, he walked downstairs, undressed and sat down on "his chair" up against the wall. He could barely contain his sexual excitement. While he waited he looked around the room. It had become a bit of a playground for them where the lines between pleasure and pain dissolved. He saw the whips, collars, boots, ball gags, cock plugs and various other toys. On the adjacent wall was a small vanity with a mirror and near it hung various leather and rubber garments. He never knew exactly what to expect from her -- except that he would cum.

Finally he heard the click, click, click of her stilettos on the stairs. She came into the room wearing only thigh high stiletto boots. She had taken the time to put black eye makeup on. Her long black hair was still loosely held up behind her head with a clip.

Slowly and deliberately she walked to the vanity and sat down without even looking at him. She applied some deep red lipstick and gloss -- her lips looked almost like they were varnished in blood. That color- there was something about it. He wanted her to paint his whole body in it.

She chose a rubber corsette and gloves, put them on, then removed clip out so her hair fell to her shoulders. As she picked up a pair of black sunglasses and put them on, he felt his cock stiffen a bit. She was no longer just his lover -- she was now his master and he would be her slave. The transformation was complete when she picked up a collar and threw it to him saying, "Put this on, Bitch!"

The collar landed near his feet and he bent down to pick it up. 

"NO! Get on your knees to put it on," she growled. He did as she asked. 

"Oh... you seem to have forgotten your training." She picked up a blindfold, a chain with a cock ring attached to one end, and a riding crop. She walked slowly towards him. 

"Stay on your knees and look at the ground."

She stopped when the toes of her boots were directly under his face. Then he felt her pull on his collar and attach the chain to it. 

"You seem to have forgotten that I'm in charge here, didn't you?"

"Yes Madame."

You'll need to be punished for that infraction."

"Yes Madame."

"Put on your cock ring and blindfold."

"Yes Madame."

Once he had done as she commanded, she pulled on the chain so that he was upright on his knees. He felt the tug on his cock and his throat at the same time. In this position his nose was right near her pussy. He could smell her excitement. He wanted to stick his tongue out and try to taste her, but he knew he had to wait for permission or an order.

She ran her fingers through his hair then tightened them, grabbed his locks and pulled his head back so his masked face was looking up, while she walked around behind him. Now she was facing his back and had his head pulled even further back. 

Whap! He felt the sting of the crop on his buttocks.

Whap! Whap! Whap!

"You will not forget again will you?"

"No Madame."

"Very good, but you're a bitch so we both know you will forget and you will need to be punished again."

"Yes Madame."

He felt her pull his hair so his head nestled in her pussy. She took her other hand reached into her pussy and then around to his throat. She painted her scent on his throat and his chin; she put her finger in his mouth."

"Do you like that?"

"Yes Madame"

"That's what it's like to have your cock in my mouth. It's like tasting a finger with cum on it. You are a bitch, aren't you?'

"Yes Madame."

Her hand remained on his throat while she ran the crop down the front of his body. She smacked his chest, his abdomen and the sensitive area just above his penis. He cringed with pain but felt his penis get harder and the cock ring tighten. She continued down to his inner thighs -- he could almost feel his skin redden with each stroke of the crop. He remembered the color of her lips and wanted his thighs match them.

"Well, since you're so inadequate I'll have to fuck you instead of you fucking me"

She walked over to her toys and chose a strap-on dildo. Once again she walked up to face him. Once again she pulled his collar. He still could smell her pussy but this time he could feel "her cock" right near his mouth.

"Suck it, Bitch."

He couldn't even answer obediently before she shoved the dildo in his mouth while she held his head in position. He felt "her" at the back of his throat. He sucked as if he could make her cum. 

"You really don't know what you're doing," she mocked. I'll have to fuck you."

"Yes Madame."

She pushed his head down so he was once again on all fours. Then she walked behind him and fucked him while she continued to smack his thighs with the riding crop. The stinging excited him. Getting butt fucked excited him. Her sense of power excited him.

He came in such a rush it startled him. She looked down and saw his cum on the floor.

"You're going to have to lick that up." She said as she removed his blindfold.

"Yes Madame."

He obeyed and licked his cum off the floor. 

"Very good, maybe I'll keep you."



Let's Play



Right now, as I stand here with this gun in my hand, aiming for the left temple of my so-called husband's head, I think of nothing but how wonderful it would feel and how beautiful it would look to see that silver bullet slice through his brain. Damaging tissue, veins and memories. To see his worthless body slowly fall forward, his head making a soft tap against the hardwood floors. I would watch silently as his blood spilled onto the floor, creating a pool of crimson liquid.

Then I would wipe the gun of any prints, slip it into his hand and be free. Hell, it was his gun anyways. But, even though all that seemed so damn simple, I couldn't do it. I was prepared, I had everything mapped out. My finger was ready and on the trigger, slowly applying pressure as time went on.

Then, though, I did the most damaging thing I could do to myself. I looked into his eyes. Those beautiful pools of blue, shining with fresh tears. My hand started to shake. Shit...I was losing it! No! This couldn't happen!

I had to get away and re-gather myself, I was really losing it. My glare kept steady as I watched him but, when he least expected it; I released my finger from the trigger and hacked up the worst wad of spit I could, letting it land on his lips.

With a growl I turned and strode away, tucking the gun into the pocket of my leather coat. 

"Damn...How could I let that throw me off? Such an idiot..." My voice was sharp with anger. 

My husband hadn't done anything particularly 'bad'. He never cheated, hardly ever lied and always kept his overachieving promises. Believe me, I know. Most women would think 'I know all of this because I trust him with all my heart. I love him and that should be enough...' but that doesn't quite do it for me.

I hired a private investigator to keep track of any events that my dear husband decided to take part in. He went to clubs with worker buddies and ever visited stripper bars with large groups of people. Never once did I see him eyeballing one of the scantily clad females nor did I ever witness a single drop of alcohol hit his lips.

I suppose, in all textbook definitions, that this man is the perfect specimen of what a husband should be. 

I don't believe one bit of all this crap.

I hate those damn stereotypes.

Even though my sweet husband isn't guilty of any of the usual 'crimes', I know that he isn't perfect. Not at all. There is a major flaw with his entire self. His whole existence is disgusting and foul. 

'But why? How is this possible?' Someone naïve would ask this. Yes, quite naïve, indeed. 

Sure, this man may seem is great - absolutely wonderful, in fact! - physically. Mentally, there is no one person that is worse.

We chatted one day. We were sitting at one of the circular tables in the house, casually sipping teas while learning more about one another. As we talked, he would smile sweetly, honestly, too and listen to each of my words as if I were drooling gold. In two words, I thought, 'That's gross."

So, like he listened to me, I listened to him. He said "I love you." And it translated into my mind as "You're disgusting!" 

Do I have a complex? Well, who knows...

He and I continued to talk for a few hours. Whenever he said any love-filled words, I would automatically know what the hidden meaning was. 'Love' would equal 'Hate'. 'Fun' would be the same as 'Uninteresting'. 

It was almost as if he truly wanted to spout these words but would, instead, hold back and bite his tongue. Perhaps I even imagined a trickle of blood trail from the corner of his mouth to the end of his chin, dripping lazily onto the table below? 

Either way, I knew this man was despicable, gross and utterly...icky!

One day, when I knew he was on his way home from work, which is the same path that he always travels, I gave his cell phone a little ring and gave him the place to meet me. 

An underground, cement walled basement of sorts would suffice. And -wouldn't you know it? -it worked quite well.

Like a good boy, he came at the time asked, with the items that I have requested. Such a good little boy scout I have here!

I walked up to him like any 'normal husband-loving' wife would do and gave him a tight hug, holding him closely for longer than usual. Then I pulled back, provided him with a sweet smile and held my hands outwards, waiting for my requested treasures.

Again, being so good and obedient, he placed a small gun in my right hand and folded piece of paper in the left. I turned around, quietly read the few words scribbled on the paper and chuckled. 

Smiling the way I usually do with these events, I tucked the paper into the pocket of my leather jacket and took a deep breath. And, with that breath and the energy that came with it, I whipped around, harshly smacking the butt of the gun into my husband's mouth.

Like any stunned and in pain person, he fell to his knees, screaming the best he could with a harmed jaw. Visibly shaking, his hands cupped around his mouth, which dripped dark red.

Ah, yes, there is was, the line of blood that I had imagined earlier. It was amazing how graceful and beautiful that little stream of liquid could look in the pale moonlight.

His eyes were watering, the tears just about to seep over the rim. I suppose you could say that he was truly pathetic, which was what I was thinking anyways, but I bet that hurt quite a bit. Perhaps I'd be crying and moaning with pain, too?

So, as instructed from that little piece of paper earlier, I glared down at this pitiful man. No mercy in my eyes, none at all. 

I was incredibly tempted to pull the trigger of that gun now. The gun, of which, I had centered with his forehead not too long ago. Perfect angle, perfect aim and, altogether, a very perfect situation.

Somehow, between my mind envisioning the silver bullet scraping through his crimson innards and his shining blue eyes, I began thinking about how fun and interesting this was becoming. 

I'd never done this before. It was all quite new. This man, of mine, had introduced me to such an intriguing way of things. I suppose I can say I'm enjoying it.

Using the spit within the back of my throat, I drooled a line of saliva and mucus onto his lips. It all seemed to be in slow motion. He flinched when the liquid touched the entrance to his mouth. I can guess that it made him feel quite disgusting, as it should.

I turned away sharply, ready to make my exit. I tucked the gun into the pocket of my leather jacket and hunched slightly, falling into my 'I just did something naughty' role.

Just as I approached the door, I felt a presence behind me. No doubt, my husband. There came a soft tap on my shoulder and the sound of him clearing his throat.

Obediently, I turned around and met him eye to eye. His lips that were swimming in my spit and his blood were now clean and curved into a soft smile. The eyes that were on the verge of crying were now dry and sparkling with excitement.

Softly, my husband pulled me into a hug, sneaking his hand into the pocket with the small piece of paper. He pulled it out, read the writing and laughed. 

What a strange reaction.

Being the forward man that I know he is, he reached forward, cupped his hands around my face and pulled me forward then placed a soft, quick kiss to my lips. 

"Thank you, sweetheart."

"N-No problem..."

His eyes narrowed and he pressed his forehead to my own. "But let's try not to get so disgusting next time, okay?"

I nodded. He smiled once more. "I really like it when we can experiment with off-the-wall roleplays." 

And, with that, we both laughed. Wholeheartedly, in fact.



Let's Play a Game!



This is primarily a romantic story with some sexy elements thrown in. The story is longish and the sexy parts come much later. If this is not your cup of tea then I suggest that you look elsewhere for your satisfaction. For those of you who enjoyed reading this your comments and feedback are most welcome.

This story is dedicated to my wife who is my inspiration in life. All people, names and places may or may not be fictional but that's up to you to decide. 

Happy reading!




Hello there dear Literotica reader! My name is Jason and if you bear with me I'm going to take you on a journey of romance, love and yes, first time sex. There is always a first time for everything and if you're lucky enough, this can be a magical experience. Before I begin, I should think that a few background elements must be provided. 

I was a happy and bright child born into a loving family. My father is a university professor and my mother a librarian. Naturally, our home was filled with books and I took great pleasure devouring them from an early age. I was an average kid I guess. Smart, with good grades throughout my school years, but not a total geek to belong in the super smart crowd. I never had the discipline or the willpower to study non-stop, especially with subjects which didn't capture my interest. I had some prowess in my athletic undertakings, particularly tennis which I enjoyed immensely, but again, no extraordinary talent which would categorize me as a jock.

I was a shy person, more content with reading a book at the school library rather than spending time with the more popular kids. Although I was considered an aberration, a dork if you like, due to the tendency I had to hang out with the RPG gang, I wasn't picked upon. For that I have to thank my six feet four height and my rather large build. That's a diplomatic way with which to say that I was slightly overweight; not grossly so, but at 225 pounds I was a force of nature to be reckoned with when I moved around. 

As I said, I was always a shy person perhaps because, due to my father's job, we frequently had to change towns. By the time I finished high school, I had switched through four different schools and seven or eight different neighborhoods. You can imagine the dread I felt with starting all over again, making new friends only to loose them a few years later. Add to this the fact that I was a late bloomer and you likely get the picture. As for girls, on the few encounters I had with the fairer sex, I got a conciliatory pat in the back and the customary "you're a good guy but I just want us to be friends" speech.

I was fairly proficient with the intricacies of the female anatomy due to all those books I had devoured, but when it came to understanding the female psyche I was as clueless as you can get. As a matter of fact, my rational mind kicked in and tended to over analyze everything thus averting me from taking any instantaneous action when the situation warranted it. 

University life was scarcely any different. Despite the fact that I had the grades to choose any college I wanted, I opted instead for one near my home due to financial constraints. During my studies I worked part – time as a cook and stayed with my parents to save up on money, so naturally my social life went down the drain. As far as the opposite sex was concerned, I continued to remain clueless and yes, a virgin as always. 

Then, on my senior year, I met this strikingly beautiful girl at a friendly gathering. The day was stifling hot and a small gathering of old classmates and friends had decided upon a swim in a nearby beach. I kept stealing glances towards her all day; she was absolutely perfect in her chrome yellow tie side bikini. She had long, wavy auburn hair and a warm, sparkling smile. Her breasts were small but pert and stood up perfectly defying the laws of gravity. She was quite clearly toned, she featured a visible six pack and her leg muscles rippled any time she moved about. To crown it all, she had an eye popping derriere which seemed to have been chiseled by the hands of an Italian renaissance master. 

In short, I was smitten the moment I laid eyes on her, but as ever, my natural shyness and my analysis – paralysis brain kicked in and kept me from even approaching close to her. I opted instead to consume large quantities of beer and stay in relative proximity to the beach hut that she occupied. 

Luckily, fate smiled kindly upon me and my good old friend Victoria came to my rescue. Victoria was a beautiful natural blonde whom I knew since junior high school. She was one of the few classmates of the opposite sex who treated me like a normal person and I was one of the few boys who didn't stare at her ample bosom while speaking to her. 

"You seem to be preoccupied with something today."

"...Errr Vic? Might I have a word with you in private? Who is that girl in the chrome yellow suit?"

"Why that's Claire! She's an old friend of mine. I've known her from swimming practice. Why? Are you interested?"

"Oh, it's nothing really...I was just wondering..."

"You like her!"

"Sssshh not so loud! I didn't say that! I was just curious, that's all."

"So you do like her! Oh good! I love matchmaking! So what is it that you wish to know?"

"I...errr....well..."

"Oh for God's sake Jason! Grow up! You like her, there's nothing wrong with that! She's a very good girl and a friend. As far as I know she's not seeing someone. Do you want to talk to her?"

"Err....that would be nice...but...err...how? I didn't even know her name until you told me."

"Hold on a sec."

To my utter horror, Victoria grabbed my hand and practically dragged me back to the beach hut where Claire and her friends were sunbathing. 

"Hey, there Claire! There is someone here whom I'd like you to meet. Say hello to my friend Jason!"

Whilst I was boiling under my skin, Victoria was having a laugh at my expense that she could barely contain. Claire took off her sunglasses, sat straight on her lounge chair and flashed me a heart warming smile. 

"Nice to meet you Jason."

Claire stood up and leaned towards me kissing me on both cheeks. I wasn't used to being kissed by girls and stood there dumbstruck. Thankfully, Victoria intervened to break the uneasy silence. 

"Jason here is an old pal; we go back since junior high. He's a bright boy although some times he seems to be a bit tongue tied..."

Claire stretched and stood straight.

"I feel a bit hot from all the sunbathing. Would anyone care to join me for a swim?"

"I can if you like," said I, in a rare bought of courage.

Claire led us off towards the water's edge. I tried to be a gentleman and not stare at her shapely behind, but I couldn't help myself and practically undressed her with my eyes. Thankfully, the cool sea water helped to douse my rising ardor. Claire was an effortless swimmer and I could barely keep up with her, particularly when she chose to do her heart – stopping butterfly routine. I shamelessly stopped swimming to watch her scantily clad butt as it repeatedly rose and fell in the frothing water. I'm quite sure she knew I was staring but she just smiled and swam back towards me. 

I was embarrassed to have been caught red handed and proceeded to dive. I thought myself to be a fairly competent diver; I had once retrieved a bracelet an aunt of mine had lost while swimming from a depth of 26 feet. I dove and made a point of touching the sandy bottom with my chest. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Claire zooms past me, changes directions and settles on the sea floor facing me. 

We sat there staring at each other until finally I had to surface to catch my breath. She made a point of staying down below a few more seconds before resurfacing right next to me. 

"...and I thought I was a good diver. Is there anything in the aquatic environment which you're not good at?"

"Well you did quite well down there. The trick is to regulate your ear drum pressure as you go up and down. That way you can stay down longer and reach deeper without doing damage or feeling painful afterwards." 

"How come you're so good at diving? I mean you swim perfectly and all, Victoria did tell me that you used to go to swimming practice together..."

"Well, I am a scuba rescue diver. I recently acquired my third star from PADI so...My father is into sailing and I guess that's why I took to the sea from an early age."

We swam towards the shore. Claire suggested that we don't return to the beach hut yet and that we take a walk on the beach. 

"So I told you what I'm good at. What are your hobbies and interests?"

"Well, I enjoy doing several things...I like to play board games, read books, I really am a bookworm...I can devour a book that interests me rather quickly. I guess my best two skills would be cooking and story writing, but I let others be the judge of that."

"Cooking you said? How come?"

"My grandfather was a great cook. I guess the talent was passed from him. As I child, I used to stay in the kitchen and watch my mom cook, asking about this or that. Later on, there were practical reasons. Both my parents work long hours and someone had to prepare dinner. At first we had a nanny to look after my younger brother who also doubled as a cook. At some point though she left us and my mother started assigning simple tasks for me. I guess the end result was satisfying and by my senior year at high school I ended up cooking full time. Now, I cook for my family at home for a small allowance six times a week. This way I have the satisfaction of contributing to my house and earning my money. How about you, do you cook?"

"Me? No way! I'm quite helpless around the kitchen. I get easily bored and frustrated trying to follow a recipe."

"I think that under the proper guidance anyone can learn to cook a simple recipe. I could teach you if you like?"

"Really? Hmmmm...."

"I'll tell you what. This next Saturday I was planning to throw a dinner party for my friends. Victoria will also be there. Would you like to join us? As an added benefit we could get together during the week as I make my preparations and that way I can show you a few things."

"I don't really know...On Saturday I have something planned and I probably won't be able to make it."

"How about Thursday night? Would that suit you?"

"Yes, Thursday is fine, I'll be there."

"And you can drop by my place on, say, Wednesday evening. I'll be making lasagna which is a complicated recipe. This way you'll be able to learn quite a few things."

"Okay! Let me text you my mobile and you can phone me on Tuesday to give me instructions to your place."

I smiled at her like a child receiving a favored present in Christmas. I was definitely in cloud nine! This was the first time I had chatted with a beautiful girl this long without making a complete fool of myself and what's more, she had agreed to come to my house for cooking lessons and to my dinner party! Victoria noticed the permanent grin on my face and sauntered over to where I was sitting. 

"Care to join me for a beer?"

"Sure!"

"So what happened? I haven't seen you this smiley for a while. Come on, spill. You've been away for nearly an hour!"

"Well, we went for a swim and then for a walk on the beach and you're invited on Thursday for my dinner party."

"I'm invited? Dinner party? What dinner party?"

"The one I had told you about? THAT dinner party."

"Ohhhh you cheeky bastard! You hatched up the perfect plan didn't you? How are you so sure that everyone will say yes to your invitation?"

"Pleaaaaaseeee Vic, pleaaaaaaaseeeee? Please make sure that the others will come as well? I really need your help on this one."

"I'll see what I can do but you owe me big time mister."

"Thanks! You're the best!"

I was so happy that I actually surprised Vic with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. During the run up for the big day, I was constantly on a good mood something that even my mother commented upon. On Tuesday evening I phoned Claire and gave her instructions so that she could drive by our house on the morrow. Immersed as I was in my preparations, Wednesday evening came by in no time. Claire arrived right on time and I quickly ushered her to the kitchen. She looked slightly at loss in front of the array of utensils and ingredients. 

"So what do we do now?"

"The first and most important thing when you're cooking is to get your kitchen organized. Ideally you need everything that you'll use to be ready and all your ingredients measured and prepared. I've already taken the liberty of doing that in order to save us time and spend more on the important stuff. If you'd like you can wear this apron so you don't get any stains on your clothes."

We proceeded to cook the lasagna. Being the teacher and all, I would first show her how I performed a step and then I would let her try on her own. Claire was fascinated by the process and by the ease with which I whirled around the kitchen doing a sequence of tasks. 

"You seem to be so much at ease here! I get tired simply by watching you!"

"Well, you must consider that this is quite a complicated dish, it's not everyday cooking. Also, I cook almost every day so I'm fairly used to some procedures. The most important aspect when cooking though is this: it's all about serving others, it's an offering if you like. If you love those whom you are to serve then you can't go wrong."

Claire offered me a beaming smile which turned my insides to mush. I'm falling for her hard and fast, I thought. Please, dear God, don't let me mess up this time, she seems so nice.

Before long, our lasagna dish was ready and in the oven. Waiting for it to finish, we small talked. I learnt that on top of being a top notch swimmer and a scuba diver, she also was a certified sailor and had a license to pilot a motor boat. She was also a certified life guard and was currently working part – time at a swimming pool. Well that certainly explains her toned body and rippling muscles, I thought.

Thursday arrived briskly; my moment of glory was here, or so I thought. As I laid the tables, I expertly manipulated the seating arrangements so that Victoria and Claire would be seated at the same table as I would. Claire arrived a bit late, apparently not wanting to be the first one to do so. Greeting her at the door, I paused to take in the sight; she wore a light bronze colored form-hugging dress with a matching pair of high heals and clutch bag. 

The whole outfit did wonders to show off her shapely legs and her toned body. I was caught staring at her but quickly regained my composure and my good manners and ushered her in. After I introduced her to my friends, I made sure to spend as much time as possible next to her so that she wouldn't feel out of place or uncomfortable. 

Dinner was a spectacular success. All my friends made sure to make me blush with their generous praise of my cooking skills. To which I replied by proposing a toast:

"I would like to thank you all for coming. As always, it's a great pleasure for me to serve you and you're all too kind and generous with your compliments. However, I must point that this time I had some great help with me. So this toast goes to Claire who was my trusted helper as I prepared the lasagna yesterday."

Everyone laughed and clapped, while Claire blushed and took a gulp from her wine glass. God, she was even prettier when she blushed! Victoria elbowed me in the ribs and whispered that I had it really bad. Oh yes, she was right, I was well and truly in the bag. As the party gradually wound down, I once again found myself next to Claire. 

"...so did you enjoy yourself?"

"Oh yes! Your cooking is magnificent. And all the arrangements you made, I could never have done such a thing on my own! You didn't need to lie though, about the helping part I mean. I didn't do anything to help you, more likely I hindered you with my incompetence."

"Ah, but you forgot what I said yesterday as we were cooking. To have great results you need inspiration. You, Claire, supplied me with that."

"Now that's definitely the wine talking. But nonetheless I'm flattered and I thank you!"

"Well there is a way you could thank me. Would I be able to see you again? Perhaps on Saturday?"

"Hmmmm...no, I'm sorry. On Saturday, I have plans and on Sunday I'm leaving on vacations. I'll text you when I'm back and we can plan something then."

"Oh...OK..."

That wasn't exactly the response that I was expecting and suddenly I felt deflated. Over the next few days I repeatedly put off calling her because I couldn't find what to say to her. But more importantly, I feared messing things up and losing at the very least a friend. As the days passed and I wallowed in my indecision, it was Claire who called me first. It was early September and more than a month had passed since my dinner party. When I saw her number flashing on my mobile I nearly jumped in the air with joy. 

"Hey there Jason."

"Oh, hullo Claire. It's really good to hear you."

"It's good to be heard. So how was your summer?"

"It was good while it lasted. Unfortunately it's over and now it's back to work."

"You can say that again. I have to start preparing the final draft of my dissertation and I don't have the stomach for that yet."

"I haven't even started on mine!"

"Listen, while we're on that subject...I need to insert some images into my document and I was wondering whether you happen to have a scanner or know anyone who has one?"

Inwardly, I was thanking my lucky stars. I had recently purchased a flat-bed scanner for just the same reason. 

"Actually I have one right next to me. You can bring your material with you and we could insert the scanned images to your taste, on the spot."

"You're such a Godsend! When can I come over?"

"You can come now if you want. My parents will be here but they won't mind us, we'll be in my room."

"Can I be there in an hour?"

"Sure!"

"Great, I'll see you later then."

Claire arrived an hour later, laden with book bags and charts. After briefly introducing her to my parents we went straight to my room and fired up my PC. I proceeded to scan and insert charts and photographs into her word document as best as I could. I say as best as I could because her close proximity and her intoxicating scent were causing me to loose focus. After two hours of image processing our job was done much to her satisfaction. We traded emails in case she wanted some further modifications on her document and then she took her leave. Once again, I was at a loss of words, I didn't know what to say or how to say it. 

The next few months were frustrating, to say the least. I would see her again a few more times, either for some extra work on her dissertation, or on outings with common friends, but she would always politely turn down any invitations to go out on our own. 

On February, my 23rd birthday was coming up and my mood was anything but festive. I was rather grumpy and only with great reluctance did I decide to join my good friend Barry on a pub run. After a couple of pints, Barry persuaded me to try a pub that we had never been too. Dragging my feet, I complied. Inside this new place were all my friends, a birthday cake and Claire! I'd never before had a surprise birthday party organized for me. I was overwhelmed and didn't know what to say. 

Claire came over and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek and my present. It was a set of wind pipes which jingled when the air passed through them. She said that now, anytime they jingled I would be reminded of her. I was overcome by emotion and didn't have any eloquent reply to offer but I thanked her nonetheless. 

Later, as we were heading back Barry told me that it was Claire who had organized everything. I was dumbstruck for the second time that day. So, she has some feelings for me then! I mean, nobody goes to all that trouble to organize a surprise party for someone you don't care about, I rationalized. 




Let's Play a Game!



After the surprise birthday party I invited Claire on a skiing trip at a nearby slope. She brought some friends of hers, I invited some of mine and we had a blast. Again there were others with us and we spent little time hanging out together but this time she allowed me to take a picture of her on her own. 

Later that week I had the film developed and that portrait of hers was absolutely perfect. She was beautiful, even when bundled with layers of winter clothing. I scanned that photo and sent a copy of it to her via email, casually mentioning that she looked beautiful in the picture and that I had a great time. She politely thanked me for it but nothing more came out of it. 

Spring came and with it some dire news for me. Through Victoria I had learnt that Claire was seeing someone. I was distraught! I had never in my life felt that depressed. And of course, there was no one else to blame for this but me and my frustrating shyness. If only I had been a bit bolder...I would never again meet a girl like her and I would end my days as a celibate, virgin monk, I thought. 

Two weeks later my spirits where slightly raised when Vic told me that Claire had broken up with whomever she had been seeing. I felt better but my over-analyzing brain continued to torment me. What if I screw up? What should I say? What can I say? Every time I've approached her she just shoots me down. What can I do?

Claire brought me out of my misery by acting first; she invited me on a field trip that she would undertake in order to pick cherries from the family orchard. Naturally, I accepted and we had a great time. It was quite tantalizing to hold the ladder steady as she stood on it to pick the higher branches clean. As she stretched her lithe body, I had her magnificently shaped behind right in my face! I must have stared quite intensely at the sight and I'm sure she must have noticed but she didn't say something. 

Two weeks later, it was early June; I finally got the nerve to invite her on a camping trip. A close friend of mine would be going camping at a rather remote beach together with his girlfriend and he asked me if I would like to tag along. At first, I refused not wanting to make an awkward third wheel in between. Then, as I thought more about it, I steeled my nerves and decided to invite Claire. As I phoned her, I got more nervous by the second. After four or five pips she picked up:

"Hey there."

"Hullo Claire. I...errr...the cherries were wonderful...My parents told me to say thanks on their behalf."

"I'm sure the cherries were lovely, but I have a hunch that you didn't phone me about that."

"I...errr...well...yes...You see, there is this long weekend coming up and the weather is perfect. So...errr...well...I thought to ask you, if you'd like to join me and a friendly couple on a camping trip."

"That sounds like a good idea. There is only a slight problem: I do have a sleeping bag but I don't have a tent."

"That's not a problem, I happen to have two. Actually, the second one belongs to my brother but I'm quite positive that he'll lend it to me. So what do you think?"

"You've got everything covered don't you? Who are we going with?"

"We will be going with Nathan and Cathy. Nathan invited me and I didn't want to go on my own...for obvious reasons...But I didn't want to miss the opportunity either so I decided to invite you."

Claire gave me a hearty laugh over the phone.

"Oh so I'm just baggage then, just so you won't be the odd man out eh?"

"Yes...I mean...No! It's not that! I really enjoy your company and would like to reciprocate for...for the cherries! I think we'll have a good time, I certainly don't think of you as baggage."

"Relax Jason; I'm just pulling your leg. I'll be joining you. Just text me the details when you have them."

I let an audible sigh of relief when I put the phone down. That certainly went better than expected. My mind immediately went into overdrive trying to plan ahead all the necessary details. 

Friday came by and with it, the prospect of some wonderful leisure time spent on the beach. The weather was perfect with clear skies and high temperatures, mirroring in effect my mood. We had arranged to use a single car and my friend Nathan would be driving. 

After pitching up our three tents, we immediately rushed to the beach to cool ourselves. Claire wore a tie-side black bikini which, once more, exposed her magnificent body to my eyes. It had been almost a year since I had first seen her in swimming attire and if anything, she had become even more pleasing to my eyes. It was very difficult for me to avert my gaze from her gravity-defying assets. We immediately went for a swim to cool off and then we went diving from a nearby cliff. Claire was by my side at all times and it was quite nice to be able to talk to her without a mass of other people between us. 

Night finally fell over our camping site and after finishing dinner we grabbed a couple of bottles of Porto wine and headed for the beach. At one point the girls left us to answer Mother Nature's call and so I was left alone with Nathan. Taking a swig from the bottle he said:

"Just ask her, dude. I mean, I'm sure she likes you or else she would never have joined us here. And I know you like her; you can't take your eyes off her."

"I know I like her. I mean, I think I've really fallen hard for her. But I'm afraid that I will fuck up like all the previous times before. And I don't want to fuck up this time Nate. I mean, I really care for her and I would be very sad to loose such a good friend if I mess things up."

"Well...you know what they say...no guts, no glory...I mean, consider it. If you don't make a move, that will always eat you up about what could have been. If you do make a move the worst thing that can happen is that she will chew your head off and serve it on a plate. And I don't think she's that type of girl either. If she shies off then sure, you might loose a friend but I think that risk is well worth taking, if only to clear your mind from the endless what-ifs."

"But how? What should I do? I mean, when it comes to making the final push it's as if my tongue is tied and my brain shuts down."

"Well nobody says that girls are an easy issue. I mean, for a girl that matters, all off us had to be pushed out of our comfort zones. If you really have feelings for her, then you'll have to push yourself. Listen; try using an approach with which you're comfortable. That dinner you threw last year? That was splendid thinking! Just be yourself and you'll make it, I know you will."

Nathan's words were wisely spoken indeed. After we returned back from our excursion, I resolved to bring matters to a head. Trouble was, I didn't know how to approach Claire and under what pretext. In the end I decided to use skills in which I felt confident in. Since I lacked the bravado to directly speak my mind to her and perhaps scare her off permanently with my incompetence, I would write to her. 

Writing short stories came naturally to me and it was even relaxing to some extent. I decided I would write her a story, cut it in two parts and send it to her. The first part would contain hints and innuendos about my feelings. If she kindly rejected the first part or claimed that she hadn't read it then everything would be over. If she showed interest in it and wanted to go on with the second part, then there would be real hope. 

Having decided a course of action is one thing; executing the plan is quite another matter. As I was sitting on the fence trying to weigh the pros and cons of my plan, Claire managed to force my hand by inviting me to a concert she was going to attend with a friend of hers. The invitation was certainly not your conventional ticket buying affair; what we were going to do was to trek past the amphitheater and stand in the forest overlooking the concert. 

That night was magical; perhaps it was the moonlit sky or the soft music which floated towards us. Whatever it was, I knew I had to seek some closure; I now had too many feelings for Claire to keep on pretending that she was just a friend. After toiling for two days, I managed to write a three page story. First I would send her the second part, the ending. 

She walked alone on the beach that night. No amount of persuasion from her friends had changed her mind. She wanted to be alone. It was one of those moments that not even a friend can understand you. You simply want to be in silence. The last traces of the sun had long ago vanished behind the mountains to be replaced by a dazzling circus of stars. 

It was windy tonight. The sea was choppy and with every gust of wind she could feel the foam hitting her face. Her hair was running loose along her back swaying along the wind current. It was a good idea that she had brought with her a hoodie. She would certainly need it for she had no intention of going back to her tent for a while. In fact, as she thought things over, she wasn't staying there any longer. Tomorrow she would be packing her things and leave. She just couldn't stand the place any more. 

The memories and the feelings where too overpowering for her to bear. A tear left her eye streaking down her cheek. She had been betrayed once more. Is that what love was for? A dull pain had filled her heart; a feeling of emptiness had captured her soul. She sat down on the wet sand. She hugged her knees tightly, resting her chin on her lap. Suddenly her eyes felt heavy. A sense of weariness flooded her mind. She lay down on the sand, her legs curled close to her body. Her eyes closed. She fell into a deep sleep. 

She felt her name being whispered in her ear. Shivers went through her body as the warm breath was caressing her ear. It felt so nice. "I must be dreaming again," she thought. But the dream went on. Next she felt a hand caressing her hair. It felt so nice. She didn't want to open her eyes; she didn't want to ruin the dream. The hand that was stroking her hair stopped. The dream was ending. It was too good to have been true. 

She sighed in her sleep. Something warm and wet was on her ear...A kiss...She heard her name being spoken again. She smiled. The pair of lips became playful, toying with her ear lobe. Her heart picked up a beat. A warm feeling travelled down her spine...

"Claire..."

She opened her eyes. There he was.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to disturb you. It's...it's just that...well...I..."

She kissed him. He was taken aback. She kissed him again. This time his lips parted to meet her own. Their tongues met. He rubbed her hands down her back. Her tongue darted inside his mouth. His hands travelled to her chest. They broke their kiss. She looked into his eyes. She could see much. Fear, pain, longing, lust...She moved towards him...their lips met again. She could feel his heartbeat on his lower lip as they touched. She bit his lip hard. He kissed her neck. She felt as if a torch had been thrown on her body...

Oh boy, I thought. Here goes nothing. The story was well written and the feelings were very much in the open. If she turned this down then I would know. I pressed the "send" button and waited in trepidation. That night nothing happened. The next day passed in sheer torture and agony and again there was no phone call or reply. By the end of the second day I decided to go either boom or bust; I would phone her. 

"Hey there Claire."

"Oh hullo there. It's good to hear you."

"I sent you an e-mail the other day...I wrote a short story for you. I sent you the first part. Did you by any chance read it?"

"I saw your mail and read your description but I didn't get the chance to read the attachment yet. But you mentioned something about a second part. Would you mind sending that as well so that I can read it in full?"

"Yeah, I guess I can do that. Sure, I'll mail it now for you. Just remember, that my first e-mail contains the ending and what I'm sending you now contains the beginning."

"Super. Listen, this coming weekend a group of my friends from my swim team shall be going on a camping trip, care to join us?"

"Uhh...yeah...why not...sure..."

"That's cool. I'll text you the details when I have them. You can bring your friends with you if you like; we're bound to be a big group."

"Oh...OK...Well, I'll wait for your text then. See you later..."

Just super! She probably had read it and she turned me down in an eloquent way. I mean, who goes on a prospective date with a bunch of other people. She wants her friends with her in order to keep me at bay. She's just being polite to offer me an invite. I probably shouldn't go...but, now that the die has been cast there is no turning back. I'll have to play along and see what happens. 

I did send her the second part as she asked but with less enthusiasm than before. 

The bus came to a screeching halt near the entrance gate of the camping site. I was told that she would be coming. I didn't know her very well; I had just seen her couple of times. I went to the gate more out of curiosity than anything else. And there she was clad in a simple black dress. I looked more intently at her as she greeted her friends. 

A flashy white smile was the first thing you noticed on her. Then it was her hair resting like a golden mane on her shoulders. A round face adorned with a roman nose and a pair of pinkish lips. Almond colored eyes, charming and warm, holding you with them as you look. Her body was athletic and her muscles well-toned. She was of medium height and her build was symmetrical...

... and this is my friend Claire...

err...hello...pleased to meet you...

She reached up and we traded kisses. I wasn't used to being kissed by girls. I was rather shy and would never dare do such a thing. She smiled at me. I felt rather awkward. Not uneasy, not frightened. It's another feeling not easily described. It's when your heart suddenly picks up a beat. It's when your whole being says to you "I like that person"...

* * *

Days went by to be slowly woven into months. I got to know her better; you could say that we became friends. My early interest in her had abated somewhat; I really didn't know what to make out of her. She was being friendly towards me that was a fact. But I couldn't read her mind at all. I didn't even know her. 

What I did get to know was just how sweet and kind she was with me. Still there were moments when I felt afraid of her. Scared. My mind was filled with negative thoughts. "What if I'm imagining things again", "what if I make a mess again", "what if..." Endless questions kept tormenting my mind...

* * *

My birthday came along that winter. I was feeling rather dull about it. I wasn't in a mood for celebrating. Loneliness can be hard on any person no matter how patient or stoical he is. Oh I wasn't a loner or anything. No, not at all. I had my circle of friends with which we kept a regular pattern of outings. But it was something else I was missing. A partner, someone to cherish, to love, to share moments with, to hold hands, to look in her eyes, to feel loved back. I didn't have that and the problem was that I never had it in the past. 

Have you ever thought why is it that all important self – esteem crises happen on such important dates as birthdays for example? Perhaps it's the general notion that you're getting older without having accomplished anything in your life that really stings you. 

This was my mood when Barry phoned me and asked if we could go out for a web game. I thought, "Why not, after all you're just wasting your time at home, why not waste it somewhere else". About two hours later we were done blasting each other with imaginary guns and rifles and we were considering what to do next. 

Barry said that it was too early to go home and that we should go on for a nightcap. I half – heartedly agreed with him and I asked to which pub by the sea quay we would be going to. He said that we would be trying a new pub that he had found out somewhere else. It was only a short drive away. I looked at him rather puzzled but decided to play along. 

After a short drive we did reach the pub in question. "Seaworld" was its name. And in there...my God...All my friends...and yes...she was there...she had that heartwarming smile. I was at a complete loss of words. I felt a lump rising in my neck. A surprise party just for me. And presents from everyone. I felt so emotional; I didn't know what to say. 

She came over to hand me her present. She kissed me on the cheek. A nice blue paper bag. I quickly opened it. It was a so-called "air flute", the ornaments which you hang somewhere and when the wind picks up you can hear their music. There was a letter for me. I read it. I wanted to cry from happiness. She was so sweet to me. No one had ever written anything like this for me before. Later that night, I discovered that she had been the organizer of this surprise. 

I went to bed with a happy face and her image imprinted in my mind...

* * *

Almost a year has passed since I met her. Summer was back again. I had finally finished with my university degree and by September I would be leaving for Manchester for my masters. She had also obtained her degree and practically we had nothing much to do. My friends suggested that we all go camping. She readily accepted the proposal and thus we were on our way. 

The night came. She wasn't feeling very well. You could tell by the way her smile had disappeared from her face. You could tell it from her eyes which had a sad look in them. At some point she excused herself. She said that she wanted to be alone for a moment. She left from where we were sitting and started to wonder on the beach. I traced her figure with my gaze. I stood up. I followed her...

The second e-mail was sent late on Wednesday and now I had two full days to wait until Saturday. I spent that time restlessly pacing about my room doing nothing useful in particular. 

The sparkling blue waters and the festive atmosphere of the beach bar did little to lift my spirits. Claire was constantly surrounded by her friends and apart from a few snippets that we traded there was no chance for a proper conversation between us. By nightfall my mood had sunken even lower and I was sitting alone aimlessly sipping at my drink. Claire came by me holding a bottle of red wine.

"A penny for your thoughts? You seem to be troubled by something; you're not your usual self tonight."

"Yes, you're right I do have something on my mind."

"Care to share that something with me?"

"I'm not sure if I can tell you."

"I'll make you a proposition: what would you say if we went further away on the beach and we shared this bottle perhaps that would make you feel better."

"I...ok...sure...lead the way..."

Claire led the way. As we walked away from the beach bar the thumping of the music faded away in the background. 

"I think this spot is quiet enough," said Claire as she spread a sleeping bag on the soft sand. "I've brought this sweet red with me, I think you'll find it to your liking. So...what's troubling you?"

"I'm still too sober to tell you I think."

"Hmmmm....I know! Let's take a few swigs from this bottle and then we'll play a game! Since speaking your mind directly clearly makes you uncomfortable, I'll ask you several questions and you'll just answer with a yes or no. What do you think?"

"Ok, I guess I can do that."

"Sooooo....let's begin. This something which is on your mind is it about a person?"

"Yes."

"Is it about a family member?"

"No."

"Is it about a friend of yours?"

"Yes."

"Is it about a close friend?"

"Yes."

"Have you told anyone about your problem?"

"Yes."

"Did that help you?"

"Yes."

"Does that close friend know about your problem?"

"No."

"Is that close friend a female?"




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"Yes."

"Would you like to tell that close female friend your problem?"

At that point we looked at each other; Claire's eyes were filled with mirth. The distance between us started to close. 

"I had promised to myself that I wouldn't be doing this again," she said in a low voice.

Claire then rapidly closed the gap between us and gave me a fierce first kiss on the lips. 

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Of course you will you dummy. Now kiss me again before I change my mind."

Our lips locked once more and I felt Claire's tongue softly probing my own. Her hands were gently caressing my neck whilst mine held her lower back. We kissed passionately for hours as if there was no tomorrow. I was completely lost in the moment; it wasn't my first kiss but it was my first with someone for whom I had this strong a feeling for. 

Being inexperienced as I was, I took my lead from Claire who seemed much more at ease and in control. When her tongue invaded my mouth, I took her cue and sent mine to dance along with hers. Our hands started to roam over our lightly clothed bodies. Mine started to descend south of her neckline towards her pert breasts. I tentatively let them rest on the side of her cups waiting for some sort of silent acquiescence. Claire's renewed passion was just the answer I needed. I rubbed and gently squeezed her breasts through her bra and t-shirt getting soft sighs as a response to my efforts. 

Things really started to get steamy between us when my right hand descended slowly towards her crotch. Once there I could feel the heat emanating from her clothes-covered vagina. Claire had no trouble to zero in her attention at my painfully obvious bulge. 

We stayed like that, lightly petting and kissing all through the night right until the first light of dawn. Hand in hand, I walked her to her tent where we shared a last passionate kiss. I headed to my tent as happy as a person could be. This, my dear reader, is the nature of humans; all these pages of suffering and anxiety and only a few lines about the most heart warming episode of my life. But, I digress...There are more chapters to be told and other pages to be turned.

The next day things were a bit awkward; Claire was with her friends and I didn't want to make a wrong move by being affectionate in public. Claire broke the deadlock by briefly stopping by my sun bed and giving me a quick peck on the mouth. This was just what I needed to reassure me and to dispel the worry clouds from my mind. 

However, always being over-analytical and I dare say a touch paranoid as the day progressed I got the feeling that she was avoiding me. By nightfall I was most definitely mortified. All my attempts at conversation had fallen through and I was almost ready to scratch yet another failure on my bed post. In my despair I went with a friend at a kebab shop and simply stuffed myself with all manners of spicy comfort food. Now that I think of it, this was probably comfort food for the devil's minions but at the moment it felt appropriate. 

To wash everything down, I consumed a goodly amount of lager beer and the whole episode probably made my breath stink to the high heavens.

When I returned to the camp site, I was greeted by a smiling Claire.

"So...are you ready for another night at the beach?"

"I...ah....absolutely...yes!"

She came towards me for a kiss.

"Jason! What's that smell? Have you been eating garlic?"

"I...errr....well....errr...after today, I thought I wasn't going to be seeing you again. I thought you had changed your mind and had second thoughts."

"What made you think that?"

"I...well you kind of avoided me all day...the kiss in the morning was very sweet but after that I felt like you were keeping me at bay."

"Oh Jason...Oh dear...I'm really sorry you felt that way, that wasn't my intention. Listen, my friends do know that something is going on between us. I mean, consider: we went missing all night yesterday and I did kiss you this morning. I just didn't feel like being more public about us at this stage. I'd like to explore my feelings for you further if that's ok with you."

With that I gave her a hug and a light kiss on the cheek feeling mightily relieved. 

"I guess that means I have to brush my teeth now doesn't it?"

We both shared a laugh and that immediately lightened the mood. After dressing appropriately for the night and grabbing a sleeping bag we headed for the beach once more. The night sky was ablaze with stars and the atmosphere was so clear that you could even spot the Milky Way. 

Claire looked lovingly into my eyes. This time it was I who made the first move towards her. Claire closed her eyes and melted into my embrace as our tongues playfully danced. We kissed like that unhurriedly, breathing through our noses, savoring the uniqueness of the moment. Finally, Claire gently broke our kiss for some air. Our shallow breathing was an unmistakable sign of our passion. 

Claire unzipped her wind breaker to reveal nothing but her bra underneath. She then unclasped it letting her two perfectly shaped cones to stand upright, defying all notions of gravity. Her nipples were large and the cool sea breeze made them stand to attention. My eyes locked on them and my mouth fell slightly open at the sight; this was the first set of breasts that I had ever seen and I wanted to emblaze the moment in my mind. 

"Well...they might be a bit small but they'll have to do, I guess," said Claire in a hushed voice.

"They...they are just perfect..."

"You can touch them if you wish..."

Gingerly, I cupped her breasts with my palms. They felt exquisitely soft to the touch and Claire let a soft sigh as my hands begun to cautiously explore them. Her breasts were indeed small, her bra size was 32B as I would later learn, but they were perfectly shaped and stood firm. The most amazing features on them were their large areolas and nipples which were erect and proudly protruding towards me.

"You can kiss them if you like..."

Cautiously I brought a nipple to my mouth and gently licked around it. Claire put a hand on my head lightly tugging my hair. She was visibly squirming and shivering now and the sea breeze probably had nothing to do with it. After thoroughly running my tongue around her nipple, I proceeded to lightly suck on it. 

"Oh yes...oh, that's wonderful..."

I could have stayed like that all night long but Claire gently tugged at my hair.

"This one is getting a bit over-sensitive. Why don't you try the other one now?"

I let her nipple out of my mouth with a popping sound; I could see it hard and glistening with my saliva. As I shifted about to reach her other breast I became painfully aware of my raging erection. My dick must have been hard for several hours now and it had leaked copious amounts of fluid which had stained through my underwear and on to my shorts. Some relief would have obviously been very nice but I only wanted to go as far as Claire would let me. 

As I begun my ministrations on her breast, my free hand wondered down to her crotch. Once again, I could feel the heat emanating from the area, only this time my hand felt slightly damp to the touch. She must really like this, I thought as I continued to suckle her supple breast. Claire's breathing was coming in shorter intervals now and her hand holding my head was applying stronger pressure. 

After a while, Claire tugged gently at my head and my mouth once more departed from the heavenly nectar it had been feasting upon. Claire looked lovingly into my eyes.

"Jason, you're doing really great, better than you can imagine, but I wouldn't want to go any further tonight."

"Sure thing, I'm totally OK with that. Just being with you is a privilege in its own right."

"You're a dear for saying that."

"I want to see you again after tonight. Will I?"

Claire looked at me with that heart melting smile of hers.

"Of course you will! You're my boyfriend now and I definitely want to see more of you. I'll tell you what: on Monday I unfortunately have something scheduled which was arranged way back and I can't postpone it. But on Tuesday I'm all yours."

The bright smile that lit up on my face spoke volumes about my happiness. 

Tuesday came at a snail's pace but I didn't care anymore; I was in a constant the-cat-ate-the-canary mood. This was not about carnal lust, although that thought was always in my mind. This was about having strong feelings about a person and that person returning those feelings. Oh yes, love was in the air that was for sure; this was an entirely new experience for me and I was going to embrace it with two feet in. 

On Tuesday night I went to pick Claire up from her place. She was truly beautiful; she wore a knot-tie shirt which revealed most of her toned stomach and a form hugging pair of Capri jeans. I had to literally force my jaw to close; drooling on her on our second date would simply not do. 

"So, where are we headed tonight?"

"I would like you to choose. Where would you like to go?"

"I know of a quiet bar right by the sea. Would you like to go there?"

"Sure, anywhere you want."

Claire smiled and gave me a not-so-chaste kiss on the cheek. Actually it was closer to my ear and that sent my blood boiling in no time. The drive to the bar helped to cool things somewhat. There we sat opposite each other and we opened ourselves up. 

I told her of my upbringing, of our comings and goings as a family and of my natural shyness. She told me more about herself, about her school, her friends and her passion for swimming. Claire was a very lively person, always meeting new people, always trying new things, always taking on new challenges. She was very bright too having just finished her degree with top honors, first of her class. 

As the discussion slowly wound down I picked up the bill and paid for both our drinks. Heading towards the car, hand in hand, Claire forcefully pulled at my hand and turning me towards me plastered my mouth with a hungry kiss. 

"So...where shall you take me now?"

"I...I know of a place near my house where it is dark and quiet...good view too."

"I'm not interested in the view Jason!"

"Ok...Ok...let me get the keys and let's go..."

Claire was certainly more assertive when it came to matters of intimate contact and I was fine with that, what with being totally inexperienced and not wanting to step over her limits. In any case, I was totally willing to follow her lead and respect her boundaries because that is what I felt was the right thing to do for someone you care about. 

After a quiet drive we arrived at a spot I knew which was dark and secluded. There was a modest view of the sea and the city beneath us but that was the last thing on our mind at that moment. We started kissing and Claire begun to untie the knots of her shirt. She delightfully surprised me by not wearing a bra underneath, her breasts stood so firm that she really didn't need one. I cupped both of her breasts in hands gently squeezing them together. 

Claire tilted her head back and closed her eyes. I begun rubbing and tugging at her nipples which immediately hardened in response to my efforts. Kisses followed, small butterfly kisses circling around her breasts but avoiding her swollen nipples and areolas. My kisses shifted to her neck and ears whilst my hands separated; one stayed up toying with her breasts while the other begun its descent towards her bellybutton. 

As my hand went lower and lower Claire sucked in her breath as if to create space between her jeans and her stomach to allow me access. My fingers now rested on the edges of her denim; Claire opened her eyes:

"Are your hands clean?"

"No...but I have hand wipes in the glove compartment..."

"That...that will do..."

With trembling hands I sandwiched the cleaning tissue between my palms while Claire proceeded to unbutton her pants. Her panties were silvery in color and felt like velvet to the touch. I looked her in the eyes once more silently seeking her permission. She nodded and I let my fingers crawl beneath her waistband. There they met the first wisps of her pubic hair and a heavenly aroma filled my nostrils. 

I felt my heart beating out of control and my ears ringing in anticipation. My fingers descended tantalizingly, brushing aside her curly hairs as they went. I knew where I wanted them to go and it was not very far away. After what seemed like eons but was probably a few seconds, my middle finger made contact with the hood of her clitoris and easily slid bellow; Claire's lips were puffy and very slick with her juices. My index finger took the opposite path of the fork and together with my middle finger made a pincer. 

Sliding my fingers like that felt sublime; Claire had her eyes closed and her breathing was most definitely shot. It was the most erotic thing I had ever done and I intended to make the most of it. Now my considerable theoretical knowledge of the female anatomy came to my advantage; I knew where Claire's clitoris was and that it was the most sensitive point of her sex. I also knew that I had to be gentle because she might not enjoy direct stimulation. So I proceeded to slowly glide my fingers up and down the well lubricated folds between her inner and outer lips. 

Occasionally, I would get bolder and let the tip of a finger twirl over the erect little nub sticking out of its hood. That would send Claire gasping for breath or tugging harder on my hair. Eventually, I used my thumb and my middle finger to split her lips open while my index finger made slow circular movements around her clitoris. 

The atmosphere inside the car was absolutely electrifying; I could smell and feel Claire's arousal everywhere. My hands were in heavenly places previously unimagined. My lips were happily exploring the intricacies of Claire's upper body leaving a wet trail wherever they went. As for myself, I knew that I had leaked so much pre-cum that both my underwear and my jeans featured a telltale stain. And then Claire's hand gently landed on top of my own gradually bringing my ministration to a halt.

"Please...please stop...it's too sensitive now..."

"Did...did you finish?"

"I think so..."

"How did it feel?"

"Oh Jason, couldn't you tell? It was fantastic. You, sir, seem to have highly talented fingers and you certainly seem to know your way around!"

"Well...as I've said before...to do great things you need to have inspiration and you're the source for that."

"Flattery will get you everything Jason...that and those fingers of yours...Soooooo....what can I do for you then? I bet that poor fellow of yours is yearning for some attention for some time now..."

"You can do whatever you like but you don't have to if you don't feel like it."

"Oh, believe me I definitely want to feel it."

Claire proceeded to unbuckle and unbutton my jeans revealing my sodden briefs. With a swift move she pulled down the elastic band and my cock sprang free, finally able to leave its constricting habitat. My cock felt absolutely on fire I had never before seen or felt it swell like it did. Claire proceeded to rub the head with her fingers using my pre-cum as a lubricant. 

The pace of her handling was agonizing slow and I felt as if I was going to faint from all the attention. Rivulets of sweat were beginning to bead my forehead as my whole body begun to tense in anticipation of a much needed massive release. When my orgasm came it struck me with previously unexperienced force; I shot four massive loads followed by at least seven pulses of diminishing intensity. 

Claire's hand was covered with my sticky goo and my shirt would have to visit the washing machine real quick. But I didn't care; this was the most awesome orgasm I had ever experienced, administered to me by the most beautiful girl in the world. I would gladly ruin all my clothes to have one again. 

"Well?"

"Uhhhh...you got to give me a few minutes to catch my breath here....This was phenomenally powerful...You get an eleven out of ten for your efforts..."

Claire happily smiled at that and gave me a kiss on the cheek. After helping me clean off as best as she could she turned towards me with a more somber look. 

"I'm really glad you liked it. Listen...there is something I've got to tell you which really can't wait. I know that I'm ruining the moment but I have to tell you now...I shall be leaving in two days time for summer vacations to visit my best friend. I shall be going to the island of Rhodes where she works as a life-guard. Now, I want you to know this: I'm not running away, I'm not avoiding you and I like you very much. I definitely want to see you again, so I hope you won't worry about this. We had planned this many months in advance so I wouldn't want to cancel on her now."

"Uhhh...Okay...Could I come with you as well? I would stay at a different room...I wouldn't bother you..."

"Oh Jason...you're so sweet...It would be awkward...I'd be forced to split my time between you and Sheila and that's not fair for either of you. And besides, I would never want you to sleep at another room; I'd want you to sleep right beside me!"

I managed a sad smile at her. Claire nuzzled close to me. I held her head close and absentmindedly caressed her hair. Suddenly she stood upright, a bright smile on her face.

"I have an idea! I'll strike you a deal. I can't walk away on the trip I've told you about but I'll promise you two things: first, I'd like you to call me everyday while I'm away because I'll want to hear your voice. Second...After I come back we can go on a vacation all on our own and you can plan whatever you like. How does that sound? Deal?"

Her smile was infectious. 

"I'll...seal....this...deal... with...many...many...kisses"


By the time she finished I was hard once more and ready to agree to anything. 

We agreed to see each other again the next day and on Thursday I would drive her to the port for her to catch the ferry to Rhodes. On Wednesday we skipped the preliminaries and went straight to the spot we had gone the day before. Claire was steaming hot; she got my blood boiling in no time and her kissing could melt iron. Somehow she knew how to push all the proper buttons in order to make me a quivering mass of anticipation. 

This time Claire took her figure hugging skirt all the way off. My eyes first focused on her toned stomach and then trailed down towards her genitals. Her pubic hair was lush and trimmed to the borders of her bikini line. Her outer lips were puffy and a thin sheen of her fluids could be seen coating her slit. 

"Do you like what you see?" Said Claire with a coy smile.

"It's beautiful...breath-taking...It's just the way I fantasized about it..."

"Are your hands clean?"

Having read up on that particular issue I understood why Claire was being so insistent on that. A yeast infection or worse, a urinary tract infection could be as much of a party killer as anything I could think of. I quickly fished out of the glove compartment a packet of Dettol hand wipes and proceeded to make my hands squeaky clean. 

"...you...you can insert a finger this time...if you like..."

"Are you sure? I'll only do whatever you like."

"I'm sure. Just be gentle and insert only one."

Following last night's routine I spread her inner lips using my thumb and index finger. Claire was fully lubricated and I could trace my fingers on her folds with ease. Every time I brushed a finger tip on her exposed clitoris her body would shiver and tense. Using my free hand I slowly moved my index finger towards the lower part of her slit were her entrance was bound to be. 

Gingerly, I applied some pressure and my finger slowly entered her moist canal up to the first digit. A realization flashed through my mind; she was incredibly tight! The walls of her vagina where applying considerable pressure on my finger, how on earth was I going to insert my dick in there if it ever came to that. Slowly, I retrieved my finger and reinserted it. This time it slid a bit further but the feeling of tightness remained. 




Let's Play a Game



Just because you work with someone it doesn't make them your mate. That's the way it was with Jake and me. We worked well together but apart from that there was no friendship. We didn't actively dislike each other, we were just superbly indifferent. Away from work he went his way and I went mine and that was it. 

It was at a work function that I met Erica, Jake's wife. She was a lovely little thing. When I first saw her my immediate thought was that Jake had been cradle snatching. She hardly looked old enough to vote, let alone get married. She was sweet and petite, with an air of naïve innocence about her. 

It was six months before I met Erica for a second time. It was on a weekend, around lunch time, and I got a call from the boss. It turned out that someone had put a car through a shop window. Emergency services had extracted the car and slapped up an emergency cover but the owner wanted proper repairs done immediately. He didn't want to be in a position where his customers would be inconvenienced by glaziers on a normal shopping day, so he called our emergency line and requested we fix it.

All fine and good, but why was the boss calling me? I wasn't part of the emergency services. It turned out that one of our emergency trucks was at another site and would be there for the rest of the day. The other emergency vehicle was at a road accident, as part of the accident. He was out of action for several weeks it seemed. Desperation had the boss calling me, offering double time. 

I had nothing planned that I couldn't put off. I told the boss no worries, bar one. I couldn't handle a big shop window by myself. Who's going to be my partner? Jake, that's who.

The boss had already contacted Jake. He'd been at the footy and was heading homeward even as we spoke. Could I swing past his place and pick him up? That would be easiest. (It would also save the boss having to fork out for Jake's mileage. He could be a bit of a tightwad at times. Don't know why. He would have charged it all to the shop owner.)

The upshot was that I toddled off to Jake's place to pick him up and go earn some extra cash.

He wasn't there, was he? Erica came out.

"Um, Andrew, isn't it," she said hesitantly. "Jake's not back yet. You'd better come in and wait."

I looked at her, still looking absurdly young, sweet, and innocent, and my loins said, "Well, hullo, lover." My voice, however, said, "Ah, no, that's all right, Erica. He shouldn't be long. I'll just wait in the truck."

"I shouldn't bother, if I was you," she said sweetly. "He just sent me a message saying that there's been an accident on the freeway and he's stuck on the wrong side of it. He may be an hour or so getting home."

I groaned and grabbed the phone and called my boss, explaining the situation. He didn't care. As long as Jake got there sometime today I should just wait. He didn't have anyone else to send. A gentle hint that he was quite a good glazier and knew what to do was met with derisive laughter. 

"Listen, Andy, if I left my wife's party to go to work she'd break my arms. You'll find I can't do much glazing with broken arms. You just wait for Jake."

I called Jake, hoping for better news. Not to be, but could have been worse.

"Sorry, Andy, but I figure I'll be about an hour. The emergency vehicles are here now but it's still going to take some time to clean up."

I sighed and looked down at Erica, still smiling sweetly.

"You might as well come in and have a cup of coffee," she said. "It'd be silly to just sit here in the truck for an hour or so."

She had a point and I wasn't going to argue. I swung down and followed her into the house. I didn't follow too closely. I kept far enough back that I could appreciate the way her bottom swayed from side to side as she walked. Erica had what you would call a lilting walk, her buttocks putting a lot of happy action into what was really a very pedestrian activity, and I appreciated the view.

So we sat down and had a cup of coffee, not talking about anything much, and that took care of ten minutes. Erica idly picked up a pack of cards that was sitting on the dresser and dealt out a game of patience. Then she swept the cards back into a pile.

"You know any card games?" she asked.

"Poker," I said. "Do you know how to play?"

"I do, but not for money. People always get disgruntled if they lose money, and that includes me."

"No worries," I said, nodding towards the chess set that had been lying next to the cards. "We'll play for chess pieces."

Erica looked a little dubious, but shrugged and agreed. We took half the chess pieces each and started playing. A few games later I had all the pieces and a smirk. Erica looked a little irritated.

"I wasn't concentrating," she grumbled. "Split up the pieces and we'll try again."

"Sorry," I said, my smirk getting wider. "I won fair and square. If you want half the pieces you'll have to purchase them?"

She cocked her head to the side slightly, wondering what the catch was.

"You need to surrender an item of clothing for the pieces," I told her, and waited.

She gave a soft laugh. 

"And I suppose you think you'll keep winning until I'm naked," she observed.

"Thought hadn't crossed my mind," I protested. "You can feel free to call a halt any time you like."

She gave this funny little giggle, reached around and undid her bra. A few contortions later she dropped a scrap of silk on the table, and I'd seen exactly nothing. I divvied up the pieces again and the game resumed.

This time the results were slightly different. A few games and Erica had the pieces, and I'm not quite sure how that came about. I'd get good hands but she just seemed to get better ones. The one time I'd tried bluffing she'd called me on it. That's what finally wiped me out.

"OK," I said, passing over the bra. "I'll pay for the pieces."

"You can't pay for the pieces with my clothes," she pointed out, that smile of hers showing sweet delight as she pushed the bra back to my side of the table. "You have to purchase them with your own things."

So she got my shirt. She followed that up by taking my singlet.

"Shoes and socks don't count," she announced when I tried to pay with those. "I'm not wearing any so you can't use them. We can call it quits now if you like."

She had to be kidding. Her luck couldn't hold. The law of averages was on my side and I knew I was a better player. I knew the odds and what to discard and the chances of improving my hand. Erica just went by guess and by god and got lucky. My trousers joined the items of clothing on her side of the table.

The next hand I had was pure crap. Not even a damned pair. I kept the ace and drew four, hoping for something. I got nothing. A hand of five random cards and Erica had a pair of twos. I was ready to spit chips. I'd also lost my underpants if I wanted to continue.

"Maybe you'd better call it quits at this stage," Erica said, and I could tell that the only reason she wasn't rolling around the floor laughing was because she was hoping to have me carry on. "I mean, you'll be naked, and if you lose again you'll have to pay a forfeit to get your clothes back."

What sort of forfeit she intended I had no idea but I did know the sort of forfeit I'd like to demand from her. Damn it! I had to be able to win something.

For a few games it was all even, Erica winning a few pieces and then me winning them back. Then I got a hand and a half. Four kings and an ace. Erica on the other hand drew two cards. Assuming she had three of a kind the best she could come up with would be four of a kind and that would be inferior to my four kings.

She tried to bluff me, betting her pieces freely. Knowing I had this hand won I matched and raised and all our pieces finished in the centre and it was my turn to gloat.

I laid out the four kings, smiling.

She laid out a queen high straight flush and took the pot. I kid you not. She tried to fill a flush by drawing two cards and pulled it off. I couldn't fucking believe it.

While I was looking at Erica's cards, feeling as though the laws of chance had been abrogated especially for her, she got up and came waltzing around the table, giggling.

Coming up behind me she tugged at the back of my chair. 

"Turn your chair around," she ordered. "You'll need to pay a forfeit, remember."

I'd automatically swung the chair around before my situation fully dawned on me. I wasn't just sitting there naked. I was sitting there naked with a very prominent erection. What the hell would she say when she saw that?

"Ooh. Is that because of me?" is what she said. "How sweet."

Sweet? Was she kidding me? Next thing I know her hand closes over me, running lightly up and down, checking out my size. It seemed to meet her requirements because she said, "Forfeit time," and sat down on my lap, straddling me.

I could feel her pressed up against my erection and it seemed to me that it was getting harder than ever. I assumed that she was just going to rub against me a little, driving me up the wall. I underestimated her.

Her hands disappeared under her dress as she raised herself a little. One hand apparently pushed the crotch of her panties to one side while the other took hold of my cock and steered it into position. Then she was sinking onto me.

Bloody hell. I was being raped. Fortunately, I knew my Confucius. "When rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy it." Mentally, I relaxed. Physically, my cock was a rigid bar and it had no intention of relaxing any time soon.

I sat there, eyes wide, feeling Erica slowly sink onto me. Her face was showing her excitement and I could see her braless nipples prominent against her dress. She was hot and wet and sweet, her passage yielding easily to my rigidity. Then she was sitting firmly across my lap, my cock fully inside her, a demure smile on her face. That demure smile was a lie and a total contradiction to the look in her eye.

Then she was rising, sliding back up my cock, and my immediate thought was that if she got off I'd kill her and no-one would blame me. She didn't. She knew exactly what she was doing and when she was just about ready to disengage she stopped and sank quickly back down.

She probably sank down even faster than she intended as I pushed up hard to meet her. She made a gasping sound as I drove in, out bodies coming together with a slap. Then she was bouncing happily, our groins slapping together with great enthusiasm, as took her forfeit.

I had thought the excitement she showed while playing was the excitement of the cards, the winning and losing. I now suspected that her excitement had been anticipation of what was happening now. She was hot and eager, her enthusiasm blatant as she bounced on my lap. The winning and losing (winning in her case) had started her excitement and my cock running riot inside her was increasing it, driving her to fever pitch. 

I tried to slip my hands up her dress to get at her breasts, only to have them slapped away. Her forfeit, so she decided what was going on. For now, breasts were out. Irritated, I took pleasure in driving into her even harder.

Some punishment that turned out to be. She gave a muted shriek, bounced a couple more times and then climaxed. I could feel her clamped tight around me and I struggle hard not to just let loose. I didn't want to finish yet. I rode out her climax, finding her limp and exhausted afterwards, leaning against me, my erection still firmly rampant within her.

I waited patiently for her to gather her wits. 

OK. I waited impatiently for her to gather wits, but I did wait. Eventually she blinked and her attention sharpened, focusing on me.

I lifted her off my lap, feeling her disengage with a sense of loss, content that I'd be back inside her in a minute or two. 

"Now it's my turn," I told her. "Now your dress is coming off and I'm going to have my fun claiming a forfeit."

She looked back at me, her face sensual and knowing. I pushed her back until she was leaning against the table. I reached for the hem of her dress and lifted, taking it up and over her head, her breasts pilling out freely. I paused for a moment to cup them, lightly sucking on each nipple. Then it was time for her panties to come down. Nude, she was delightful.

I was leaning towards her, my erection tantalizingly close to her pussy, when my phone rang. It was sitting right there on the table, next to her. I'd put it there after phoning Jake earlier. I automatically picked it up, more to shut it up than to answer it.

"The accident's been cleared and I'll be there in five," said Jake. "See you."

And I was standing in his house, in front of his naked wife, naked myself, with a giant erection. I hurriedly threw my clothes on, the process not helped by having to listen to Erica's laughter. I was dressed and standing next to the truck as Jake pulled up. 

Jake didn't even bother to go inside. He just waved to Erica who was standing at the front door and then jumped in the truck. I and my blue balls then drove off, heading to our glazing emergency.

I didn't speak. There was nothing I wanted to say to Jake and I doubt I'd have been too coherent just then anyway. Jake mainly stayed silent but he did ask if Erica had given me coffee. I said that she had.

"She didn't try to inveigle you into a game of cards, did she?" he asked.

"Pardon? Are you saying I shouldn't play cards with her?"

"Not if you don't want to be skinned like a rabbit," Jake said with a laugh.

"Um, we played, but we used your chess pieces as tokens," I said carefully. "What makes you think that she'd won?"

"She can't help herself," said Jake. "She cheats. She's as good as a professional magician when it comes to dealing cards. She could have you shuffle the deck and cut it and still deal all four suites without getting a card wrong."

Fucking hell. Played for a fool and all I had to show for it was a severe case of frustration. Erica was probably still laughing.



Let's Play, Again



Easing out of sleep, I wake to find my arm over you, around you, your body nestled tightly against mine. Your gentle soft breathing belies the exhaustion from your ordeal of last night. You endured so much for me, my beautiful boy...you can't imagine how proud I am of you. I want to do this forever, with you. 

Softly moving my fingers over your sleeping warmth, I can't help but think about what more I need to do to you, what more I need to release from you...what more I need to consume of you. My fingers tracing the hard knots of the welts across your back fuel my thoughts of what today will bring. 

My lips on your ear, letting my warmth and breath wake you, my voice already shaking, I whisper two words to you again, "Let's Play." I can feel you tense for a moment, forgetting to breathe, then a slow ragged intake of breath as you try to keep yourself calm. I love how you react to me, how the instant you realize that I want to begin again, your struggle begins. I can see it so clearly, you want to please me, you need to please me and you know that you will have to suffer for me to do it.

Sliding from behind you, I stand next to the bed. I need to start this day of right. Smiling as you roll over, I tell you to lie on your back, across the bed with your head over the edge. I step to straddle your head, holding it tightly between my thighs, your mouth open, ready to accept my gift to you. You know better than to lose a drop and begin sucking and swallowing as I release a stream of hot urine for you. The sound of you swallowing, moaning, sucking sends little shudders of arousal over me, I feel my nipples pull into hard little nubs and the hairs on my arms and neck prickle in anticipation. 

I need you to do this for me. Your hands reach for me, pulling me closer, harder onto you as you swallow the last drops of my gift. Not releasing you just yet, my thighs tighten even more on you, my hands under your head, pulling your mouth closer to me, you know what I want you to do. Your tongue begins its dance on my clit, so practiced, you know just how to please me. Looking down to you, I see your cock twitching and bobbing almost in time with your mouth on me...a string of pre-cum forming a small clear puddle on your belly. I close my eyes and feel your tongue on me, in me, your lips tightening on my clit...sucking in little pulses of pleasure. I can't stop the orgasm from overtaking me. Rising slowly from the pit of my belly, shuddering spasms begin to seize me, my thighs clamp down on your head...my pussy grasping at your tongue. The power and force of my orgasm overtakes us both and not until it subsides do I release you, gasping for air, to take a breath again. 

This is going to be a long day and I need you to be strong for me. I give you two hours to do what you need to do for yourself. Have something to eat, use the bathroom, shower, shave...prepare yourself for me. 

And you know how to present yourself to me. Naked. Kneeling. Knees stretched wide apart. Back straight. Hands behind your back. Head down. It just makes my heart ache for you to see you like that. Running my hands over your back, your chest, I walk around you. I love to touch you, feel your muscles tense as I brush against you. I love to watch you close your eyes as I explore your skin, inspect my canvas, watching you sway slightly as you become my boy again. Standing behind you, my hands sliding over your shoulders to your chest, my fingers finding your nipples, I pinch them, hard...while whispering in your ear, "Let's Play."

I have made my mind up about a few things about you. I have decided to keep you and have decided that it is time you bore my mark. I am proud of you and I want you to bear a symbol of your strength and commitment to me. You don't know this yet, but today, before we are finished, I will brand you and give you my mark. 

You flinch when I squeeze your nipples. Moaning softly, your instinct is to pull away. You should know better than that darlin'. The instant you feel the stinging impact of my hand on your cheek, you realize what you have done. Looking up at me, fearful, you see my hand raise for the second blow. SMACK! Backhand. SMACK! Again. SMACK! Your face is red, tears welling in your eyes, I hold your face between my hands now, cheeks so hot...I bend to kiss your eyes...little licks at your tears. I need to consume them...taste your pain and fear. Placing a gentle kiss to your hot cheek, brushing my lips against yours...I whisper, "Stand up, boy. Let's see how much you can take for me today." Your whimper sends a shiver of pleasure through my every fiber.

Hands still behind you, legs shaking, you rise to your feet. Your eyes are closed, I can see the concentration in your face. You want to keep it all inside, your fear, your anticipation, your need for this. You can't hide it from me though, I know you too well. I know what you need.

Standing in front of you, I kick your feet apart with my boot. Purring, "Spread your legs for me, boy....WIDER." Purring again, "What a good boy."

Reaching to your chin, I tilt your head to me and whisper, "Look at me when I do this." And taking your balls in both hands, I squeeze. Harder and harder until I see my need to make you suffer mirrored by the pain on your face. "Yes darlin'...Show me how this hurts." Squeezing until your knees buckle, I let you fall against me, holding you up, I twist and squeeze your balls until your sounds change from moans to muffled gags. "That's my beautiful boy. You're so good for me." Relaxing my grip, I let you slump to the floor, panting, curling into a ball. A hard, fast kick with the toe of my boot gets the reaction I wanted so badly. "Good boy." 

Needing more from you, I use my boot to push you onto your back. Tracing a path down your body with my heel, down to your poor aching balls. Resting my toe on your thigh, I bring my heel down slowly onto your balls. Grinding. Twisting. Crushing. Hissing through my clenched teeth, "Quit fucking moving...or I'll do it harder, boy." Your silent tears do nothing but infuriate me. You know I need to hear you. As I move to put more weight on my heel, I see the fear overwhelm you and your sobbing voice begs, "Mercy, PLEASE Mistress please, mercy."

Such a good boy. Releasing the pressure on your balls, I move my boot to your mouth. Your mouth opens instinctively. Your tongue working over the sole, hungry for the taste of my leather. Pressing my boot into your face, I offer your greedy mouth my heel. "Suck it," I order you, the hoarseness in my voice betraying my arousal "Suck it, boy, take it all in."

I need to calm down a bit. My heart is racing and my thoughts spinning around you. Stepping away from you, I sit on the edge of the bed. Leaving you on the floor, whimpering for more of what you need. My need for this is leaving me breathless. Your need for this is overwhelming me. Deep breaths, closing my eyes, ......breathing......breathing......breathing. 

You trust me with your life when we play. I need to be calm and focused for what I want to do to you today. 

"Come lay on the bed darlin', get off the floor," my voice strong again. I need to bind you for this. I want you completely helpless again. I retrieve the coils of white nylon rope from the floor and have you raise your arms above your head. Passing a knot over one wrist, I coil the rope around both, wrapping the rope up to your elbows, pinning them tightly together. Pulling the end of the rope through the ring in the headboard, tightening down hard, I have immobilized your arms.

Kneeling between your legs, I bend your knees and start wrapping the rope from your knee to your hip. With each leg, tight and secure, I pull the end of the ropes through the rings on the corners of the headboard, spreading you apart for me and raising your ass off the bed. Sitting back and smiling, I enjoy the position I have you in. You are so beautiful when you are open to me, helpless, at my mercy. Leaning forward, my hands gently running over your ass, still beautifully welted from yesterday, I place a gentle kiss on your belly, smiling, looking into your eyes I mouth the words, "Let's play."

Sliding a clear plastic bag over your head provokes the most wonderful responses from you. Fear, anxiety, arousal...I love what this does to you. Leaving the bag lose at your neck, I want you to feel the plastic against your face, feel the moisture from your breath build up, feel the slight dizziness as each breath is a recycled bit of the last. I bend to kiss you through the plastic...pressing it tightly against your nose and mouth. A long kiss. My hand on your chest feels your struggles and your moans for your next breath make me ache for you. Releasing the kiss, I leave you gasping ...god, what a wonderful sound. Can you see what you are doing to me?

Stepping back again, I take my favorite cane from the table. It's long and thin, you know each other well. I whip it through the air twice, laughing as the whistling sound makes you cringe. "Count for me darlin', count to 20," I whisper. Starting slowly, and gently, the first 20 leave faint pink stripes across your ass and thighs. Your breathing is still steady...but deeper already. Running my hand over the marks, feeling the rosy warmth from your skin, I whisper again, "Count for me, 20 again." Pausing for you to ready yourself, I begin again. Harder this time, raising red welts. Little gasps from under the plastic escape your lips each time...briefly...before your count increases by one. My heart is pounding so hard now, not wanting to stop. "Count for me again, 20," and before you have a chance to grasp what I've asked, I've begun, HARD, a bright purple streak left from the first strike. Your scream of "One" almost makes my knees buckle. The sound of your voice goes straight to the pit of my belly, into the core of me, fueling my arousal almost beyond comprehension. Alternating between soft and hard strokes, alternating between your ass and the backs of your thighs, I reach your count of 15. You are gasping for breath, struggling for composure, struggling with the fact that there are five more to come.

I gently raise your head and wrap a leather thong around your neck, tightening the bag and closing off your air supply. The beautiful combination of trust and panic that I see on your face drives me on to do this. Whispering, "I'll count," I count "One" as I bring the cane across your ass as hard as I can, the skin splitting and bleeding instantly. Your scream uses up whatever oxygen you had...in the bag...in your lungs. Grunting, "Two, Three, Four, Five" as I use all of my strength to cut you again and again with these final blows. The sounds you are making now, in that delirious state of agony and confusion as you near unconsciousness, drive me over the edge. I slide my hand to my pussy, fingers easily and almost instantly bringing me to orgasm, then quickly, tearing open the bag and sliding my wet fingers into your mouth. Moaning with you as you take your first breath, tasting like me. 

Unwrapping the leather thong from your neck and removing the bag, I bend to kiss your lips again. Tasting myself on you, breathing in your soft moans. Gently, I brush back your hair, damp with perspiration, and smiling at my beautiful boy, I purr, " I'm not done with that delicious ass of yours yet darlin.'" 

Kneeling on the bed, before my spread and exposed boy, I fasten my strap-on to my hips. My left hand on the back of your thigh, pressing it higher, bending you even more, my right hand stroking the shaft of my new cock. Closing my eyes, I can feel the power consume me, knowing that I can fuck you as hard and as long as I want. I love to fuck you on your back. I need to see your face when you feel me slide into you. I need you to see me enjoying this, watch my face as I cum.

Both of my hands on your legs, pushing them higher, I use my hips to guide the tip of my cock to your ass. Making little motions against your ass, watching your face...watching you as I press, slowly and steadily into you, until my thighs are tight against you, until I am buried deep inside of you, the blood from your caning smearing on my thighs and belly. 

Taking your cock into my right hand as I begin to slide in and out of you, I echo my motions on your cock. Stroking you in time with my thrusts into you. Faster and faster and faster as I near another orgasm....my breathing short and ragged, my fist tighter on your cock, my hips slapping against you harder and faster. My cock slamming into you as my pussy explodes in another orgasm...I almost don't hear your sounds over my own, almost don't feel your cock erupting in my fist

Making sure you are watching me now, I bring my hand, slick with your cum, to my mouth. Licking it clean, smiling at you, I bend to kiss you, so you can taste yourself on my lips, my tongue.

Such a good boy. It's time.

Releasing your right leg from the hook on the headboard, but still needing you bound securely, I pass the rope through the ring at the foot of the bed, pulling it so tight that your back begins to arch to compensate. Perfect.

Placing the blindfold over your eyes and fastening the ball gag tightly between your teeth, I am almost ready. Two more straps over your body, one over your chest and the other, your hips, fastened tightly to the hooks on the sides. I can see the fear in you now, you still don't know what is going on, what I have planned, but I've never restrained you so completely before. 

Laying on the bed next to you, as close to you as I can get...my fingers stroking your right thigh, my lips pressed against you ear, I whisper, "It's time darlin'. I've decided to keep you and you need to know that you now belong to me. I'm going to brand you now and give you my mark." 

I know you've been waiting for this, but nothing can prepare you for the moment when you are bound and blindfolded...at the brink.

"Do you want to know where I'm going to brand you?"

At your nod, I gently place my fingers on my favorite spot, on you, that little curve where your hip meets your thigh. Your whimper tells me you understand. How delicious. Your trembling begins in an instant, so fearful and for good reason.

I plug in the soldering iron I an going to use for this, and sit with you, my hands comforting you, stroking your thigh, the spot, and wait for the iron to get up to temperature.

Kneeling on the floor next to you, the cordless iron held firmly in my fingers, my left hand on your chest, I whisper, "Don't move, darlin'. Please be strong for me. I'll be quick, but I need to do this."

"Ready?"

At your nod, I begin.



Let's Play Ball!



I couldn't wait for my morning at work to be over. My lover was meeting me and we were gonna hang out. Its been a while since I have seen him. With his schedule and mine all mixed up, we have to squeeze in time when ever , and where ever we can. It was mainly a sex thing with us. We each had a "better half". Not that we didn't love our spouses, its just that sometimes you need a little more. Or at times something a little different I should say. 

Since neither one of us drove, we mainly stayed to local no-tell motels. But this day was different. This was a beautiful warm sunny day. It felt more like spring then late October. We decided to go and hang out in this park not too far from my job. We didn't want to waste a day like this since we didn't know how many more days like this we would have. 

As we were walking to the park, we held hands and kissed and copped a feel when ever we got the chance. We looked like kids in love instead of in lust. We were happy to see that at the park there weren't a lot of people around since it was a work day and also a school day. In this park they have about 4 ball fields each with their own chain fences by the dug-outs for the team players. We went to the ball field that was the furthest away from the main park itself. 

We were sitting close on the bench in the dug-out talking and kissing. We were just enjoying beginning together. He was holding me close and kissing my neck. Running his tongue down my neck the way that turns me on. His hands were on my back...rubbing up and down. I had my face to the sun and just enjoying the way he was making me feel. One of his hands moved to the front of my blouse. Fumbling with my buttons. He slipped his hand inside and felt for my nipple. Instantly it got hard. Pushing against my bra. My panties were getting so damn wet. 

As he was doing this to me, I was having some fun of my own also. I went down his chest with my hands, pinched his nipples just like he was doing to me. But I didn't stop there, I went even further. I was rubbing his cock through his pants. He was so rock hard. I kept rubbing and rubbing. I finally unzipped him. Freeing his cock. It just sprang free from his pants (he doesn't like to wear underwear) and plopped in my hands. By this time we both were so hot we had to remove our light jackets we had on. 

He had my blouse all unbuttoned and my breast out over my push-up bra. He lowered his head to one breast. I felt a cool breeze on my breast right before he opened his mouth and sucked in my nipple. He gently put my nipple between his teeth, and bit down softly. His tongue was slowly licking across my nipple by this time. He did this to first one side then moved to the other. I didn't know how much more I could take of this. My head was thrown back and I was moaning softly. 

All the while I was stroking his hard cock. Rubbing my finger over the tip and feeling his pre-cum. Moving my finger up to my lips and taking a taste. I love the way this man tastes. So fresh and tangy. Not a bad taste at all, it makes you want more. I moved my hand down to cup his balls. I love to fondle them in my hands, to roll them back and forth. I needed to feel him in my mouth that's for sure. 

I moved away from his mouth, and right away I felt the cool air on my wet breast, along with the sun blaring down, it was a great feeling. I quickly kneeled down, before he could protest (not that he would, mind you), but he was kinda iffy about fooling around out doors. Right away I took a lick, from the base to the tip and back again. He has a great cock. Nice and hard, long and not too fat, not to thin either. I kept licking and licking all over his cock, wetting it from my mouth until he was just about begging me to take it inside my mouth. But I decided to go to his balls first. I just love them in my mouth. It gives me so much power to have them there. I like to roll my tongue all over them and see how much of both of them I can get inside. As I have his balls in my mouth, my hand is pumping his cock up and down. 

He is holding my head with his hands in my hair. He needs to feel his dick in my mouth and he can't wait anymore. He guides me off of his balls and my mouth is at the tip of his cock. I open wide and he goes right in. I close my lips around his cock and he moans. I am going to town on him now. Sucking him just the way he likes, and using my tongue as I go up and down also. I feel him growing even harder, getting to that point. He is ready to explode, but I have other ideas. 

I stand up and he looks at me in wonder. I lower my pants and he starts to tell me someone will see, but I don't care. I just need to feel him in my wet hot pussy. He puts a up a mild protest all the while helping me unzip my pants and pull them down to my ankles. I face the chain link fence and sit on his cock. He slides right in. I feel him fill me right away, even though I am wet I am still tight for him. I start to ride him. 

At first I am going slow, taking my time. His hands are on my hips, holding me as I go up and down. We are both moaning by this time. Since my back is to him, this blocks his view, and good thing also. Walking right towards us is this man with his dog. At first the man doesn't see us (the chain fence is obstructing his view) but I think he heard us and wasn't sure where the noise was coming from. As he gets closer he spots me riding my lover. He is looking right in my eyes as I ride my man hard. This turns me on even more so. Now I am riding faster. Wanting to make my man cum. The man is looking at my breast and his hands reach down to his cock. He rubs himself thru his pants. I can make out his out line of his cock as he gets closer. I shake my head to stop him from coming any closer for my lover would freak. He stands there and rubs and watches as I ride my lover to the end. 

By this time my lover can't take much more holding off, and he is ramming me for all he is worth. I have to grab onto the fence to hold my balance. I am still watching the man rub his dick through his pants as he is watching us. I can't take much more and I start to cum. "Ohhhhh goddddddd I'm cumminggggg," I scream... my lover starts to cum also. I feel him shoot up in me. I love this feeling of his hot cum inside my pussy. As we are both cumming, I hear the stranger say "cum baby, cum". 

My lover puts his sweaty head on my back, I quickly turn around and hold him. I don't want him to see the man watching us. He starts nursing on my breast again as I turn my head and see the man for the last time. He looks at me and brings his hand to his lips and blows me a kiss as he walks away. I never told my lover about that man...



Let's Play Doctor



Do you want to know what I've been thinking this morning? I've been imagining what it would be like to examine you. Maybe I'd be your doctor.  Maybe you'd come to my office for an examination.

I'd have you disrobe and lie on the examination table. I'd pull on rubber gloves and gently fondle your scrotum, feeling your balls for any trouble. I'd touch your cock, pulling it lightly, probing your urethra with a fingertip.

This part of the exam is brief and I soon ask you to flip over.

You do and at this point can no longer see me or what it is I'm doing. You can hear me moving around the room, the rustle of clothing, the opeing and closing of a drawer. You can hear my footsteps as I again draw near to you. I place my cool rubber-encased hand against your ass and ask to scooch yourself down the table until your legs are hanging off. In this way I can fully examine your ass.

I gently pull apart your cheeks, looking closely at your brown star. I touch you with my finger and the rubber of the glove pulls at your hole, stretching it to the side. I lean in closely and you can feel my breath on your most private parts. I can hear your breathing quicken and you raise your ass slightly off the table. I press you back down with one hand, patting your cheek firmly. Not yet.

I step away from you for a moment. You can hear me fumbling with something before I again approach the table. You feel the fingers of one hand pulling your cheeks apart wide, wider. Cold gel hits your asshole, and a fingertip begins to push past the brown barrier. I barely slip the finger in, allowing the bundles of nerves in that particular part of your body to come to attention. I see your sack has tightened and pulled your balls into your body.

I remove my finger almost before it's entered you. I squirt more jelly onto your anus, allowing its coldness to slide down to your balls. 

I again probe you with a finger, this time pressing it all the way into you. My fist bumps into the softness of your ass cheeks repeatedly as I continue with my exam. I twist my hand with each forward stroke, moving faster into you. 

This time I use two fingers, pushing past your hole, pulling your cheek out to the side with my other hand. I like your reaction to what I'm doing, but you're getting a little loud. I shush you and give you a little spank. I reach down and feel for your cock. It's stiff and red. I squirt jelly onto my palm and stroke your cock while I again go back to pumping my fingers into your ass.

I think it's time to show you how much I appreciate a good patient. With your heart pounding, your hips bucking and your breath gasping, I stop what I'm doing. You hear me again moving around, the opening of cupboard and the rustle of clothing. You shut your eyes, wondering what's coming next.

Again my hand touches your cheek. This time I have no gloves and my warm fingers feel good on your ass. I stroke your beautiful mounds of flesh appreciatively; stroking, then lightly spanking, then squeezing you. You can feel I'm wearing a dong strapped to my hips. It touches you, bouncing against you lightly as I play with your ass. You can hear me pick up the jelly and squeeze it out of the tube. You can hear the wet sounds of me smearing the jelly onto my dick.

My hands again spread your cheeks wide. Your hips are raised in anticipation. I place the head of my glistening dong against the already slick opening to your ass. You grunt as I push into you, feeling the pop as your sphincter allows me through.

I begin with long slow strokes, in and out, pressing my cock fully into your ass, feeling your cool cheeks against the bones of my hips. I intersperse that with quick thrusting, and I enjoy your response. You begin moving in rhythm with what I'm doing. It doesn't take long before I can use your signal to determine how I go about fucking you. I run my hands up and down your back, around your hips. I spank your ass hard, watching the redness rise to the surface of your skin. I begin fucking you in earnest now, slamming my hips against your ass, digging my fingers into the fless of your cheeks.

You're making noises, soft ones, small sounds of pleasure and pain. Your sack is red and tight and wrinkled, your cock stiff and engorged. I reach up and pull your arms down to your sides and hold your wrists tight as I continue to fuck you. 

"Cum for me, baby," I say to you. "I want to see you cum for me."

You've moved down further from the table so you're standing and your cock is free, with your torso resting on the table. With each thrust of my hips, your cock bumps into the table lightly, giving you enough touch to bring you closer to the edge. I release one of your wrists and command you to touch yourself, which you do.

Within seconds you're cumming. You cry out as your cum squirts to the floor. The intensity of it causes you to nearly stand as the orgasm runs through you.

You begin to relax back onto the table. I slowly and carefully remove my cock from your ass and give you an pat and hand you a towel. That was nice. Very, very nice.

I ask that you make an appointment with my secretary for a follow-up exam in one week. I'll see you then. 



Let's Play Doctor



LET’S PLAY DOCTOR by Martin Reid

There I was, sitting in my van on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere, with my dick in my hand. I’d been feeling tremendously horny all day, but my job as a sales rep generally keeps me way too busy to do anything about it. However, my last call was out in the boonies with a young female doctor; redheaded and gorgeous.

I tried, I really tried, to be professional, but her blouse was open necked – her lovely round breasts straining each button and so tight that you could actually see her areola through the material of both her blouse and her bra. They were so perky and dark and so very enticing, I couldn’t keep my eyes off them. What a bungled sales call that was. When she finally informed me that she needed to see to her patients, I could barely stand, the bulge in my pants as obvious as her nipples. Goddammit, that was the last straw! I just had to get out of there, so I didn’t bother booking a future appointment, before practically sprinting out of the office.

So there I was, lazily stroking my cock, fantasizing about what kind of a sales call it could have been – if we were the stars of a porn-video, or I was a very lucky bastard. I was totally lost in my thoughts, eyes closed. I didn’t even know that there was another car on the highway, let alone pulled up behind me. I didn’t hear anything at all until the tap on the window. My eyes flew open! Oh, God! It was the doctor!

I grabbed an open binder from the seat beside me and threw it across my lap. Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! What had I done? She was probably going to phone my company and make a formal complaint and I’d lose my job! Sweating, I rolled down the window. She leaned her head inside and asked me if I was okay.

OKAY!? You have got to be kidding! I was in a state of advanced shock! Barely breathing, I stammered out a reply. “Fine thanks no problems here just doing a little bit of work before heading home yup fine just fine thanks.” All the while, my brain was screaming – Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh! … oh … oh?

She reached inside and took up the binder, asking, “May I?” She looked at the title and nodded, “hmm, this is the new product that you were telling me about. It sounds very interesting.” She closed the binder, tucking it under her arm. She leaned into the van again. My dick was still hard, still naked and still in my hand. She licked her lips and a wicked smile played across her lips. “I think this bears much further discussion,” she said, “don’t you?”

I was too embarrassed, or too scared for my job, to properly read her tone. I fumbled to zip up, and hide my raging hard-on, but to no avail. I was trying to think of something to say to explain why it appeared that I was jerking off at the side of the road, not two kilometers from her office, but nothing I could think of seemed particularly helpful. My mind was racing at top speed, but going nowhere, and my panic was building by the second, until I felt her hand on my stiff prick.

“It looks like you could use a doctor’s care,” she said, gripping my manhood in her soft healing hands.

I must have looked awfully confused, or shocked, as I stammered, “you’re not going to report me?”

She laughed. “Now, why would I do that? Then, I’d never see you again, or feel your eyes on my tits. Oh, don’t think I didn’t notice you looking down my blouse today.”

“So, you’re not mad?”

“That all depends on what you do next. Now, are you going to invite me in, or am I going to let go of your cock, and go home unsatisfied?”

“Come on in,” I managed to whisper.

Moving around to the passenger side, she opened the sliding door, and beckoned me over. I scrambled between the front seats, and gave her a hand in. Sitting on the floor with her legs outside of the van, she took my hand, and guided me out, where I stood in front of her. She pulled down my still-open pants, and cupping my testicles tightly in her hand, said with a giggle, “turn your head and cough.”

All I could manage was a deep sigh, as she touched her ruby lips to my cockhead. Then she wrapped her carmine locks around my hard shaft, and stroked, while moistening the tip with her tongue. What a sight – all that lovely red hair, trapping my hard cock, while her tongue snaked around it. Mmmmmm, and it felt wonderful, too! My sighs turned to moans, as she took my cock all the way into her waiting mouth, and sucked it hard, still cupping my balls in her hands. She was good, let me tell you! She knew how to suck cock, and soon she had me bucking my hips, on the threshold of bliss. “Ooooh, I’m going to cum!” I warned.

“Not yet, Martin,” she said taking me out of her mouth, allowing one tiny white pearl of pre-cum to ooze out of my cock. When the danger had passed, she sexily licked up my pre-cum with the tip of her tongue, and then resumed sucking my cock, with her deep green eyes looking right into mine. She sucked harder, and faster this time, and again had me a split second away from cumming in her talented mouth. I informed her again that I was about to cum, and she stopped, robbing me of my release. “Don’t be disappointed, Martin,” she said. “When I let you cum, it will be fantastic!”

God, she wasn’t kidding! When I came it was the most incredible thing I’d ever felt! But I’m getting ahead of myself here.

Again and again, this lovely creature performed the best fellatio I’d ever had in my life on me. She quickly got a feel for my reactions, and soon, she didn’t need for me to warn her that I was about to cum; she just stopped sucking, waited a couple of seconds for the urgency to die down, and started sucking again. I couldn’t even guess how many times she did this before stopping, and getting out of the van.

Without a word, she strolled casually away from me, and got into her own car. I wasn’t sure what to do, but I quickly pulled up my pants, zipped up, and ran over to the driver’s side of her car. I knocked on her window, and she powered it down. “Did I do something wrong?” I asked, with panic building up in my head again.

Taking my hand, she slipped it into the waistband of her slacks and panties, and pushed my fingers into her pussy. It was slick with her natural lubricant. She moaned at my touch, and pumped her hips a couple of times, before pulling my hand out, and placing my fingers to my lips for a taste of her honey. “Does that answer your question, lover?”

I nodded dumbly. And what would you do?

“Follow me,” she said, and sped off down the highway.

Damn! If I didn’t hurry, I’d lose her! I scrambled into the van, started it up, slammed it into drive while mashing my foot on the gas, and took off like a Bat out of Hell – a horny one! I’d never seen a mini-van burn rubber like that before.

The car she drove was obviously built for speed, and I had the damnedest time just keeping her in my sight. She was toying with me, and I’m sure having a good laugh at my expense; slowing down long enough for me to get within five car-lengths, and then speeding up ahead. You might say that she was leading me to her place by my dick. Hell, she might as well have tied it to the back bumper of her car. I was hooked, that’s for sure! My hard-on still straining against my pants, I did my best to keep up.

After what seemed like hours of speedway racing, we arrived at her place, and she beckoned me into the house with a provocative wave. I followed behind her, watching her lovely round ass sway as she walked, and she lead me into the bedroom. Sitting on the bed, she pulled me to her, undressed me, and again, stimulated my prick with her oh-so-talented tongue, until I was ready to cum. Gasping from a mixture of pleasure and frustration as she pulled my cock from her mouth, I knelt at her bidding. Lifting her hips for a moment, she pulled off her slacks, and tossed them carelessly to the floor. Her top soon joined it, and she sat there in her frilly white bra and matching bikini panties (which, I could see from my vantage, were quite damp).

Pushing my head unceremoniously between her widespread thighs, she ground her panty-clad pussy against my lips. I kissed her cuntlips, and stabbed at her clit with my tongue through the sheer material of her wet panties, and she moaned in appreciation. Heating up her already hot snatch with my breath, I did my damnedest to make her feel as good as she made me feel, and soon, I was rewarded with screams of passion, and waves of pussy-juice seeping through her panties, as she climaxed, gripping my head with her thighs.

It occurred to me for a moment that it wasn’t exactly fair that she had her orgasm so freely, while I was denied mine. But then, she’d had the upper hand in this encounter from the beginning, didn’t she? Besides, she’d promised me one fantastic orgasm, and I was willing to play the game her way.

Pulling at the waistband, trying to get them off, the doctor accidentally tore a hole in her tiny panties. Figuring her panties were ruined anyway, I grabbed them, and tore them right off of her. She gasped, and pulled me close, rubbing up against me. I looked into her sultry eyes, and she kissed me hard on the mouth, grabbing my aching cock, and stroking slowly. As I moved down, kissing her neck, and her shoulders, she whispered hotly in my ear, “my nipples love to be bitten.”

I took my time, kissing a path to her deep cleavage, and I reached around to unhook her bra, while she continued to stroke my rigid penis. Tossing her bra to the floor with the rest of her clothing, I took a moment to admire her bountiful breasts, which had had me so captivated in her office. Oh, they were lovely! As was the rest of her body. She was perfect. Curvy, sexy, and oh-so-womanly! Bending to her bosom, I took her left nipple between my teeth, and slowly bit down. Panting, she arched her back, and held my head to her breast, as I clamped down harder and harder on her pert nipple. “Harder!” she hissed between clenched teeth, and I obeyed her wish. She nearly screamed, and pulled her nipple away, and it stretched out at least an inch before snapping out from between my teeth. “Mmmmmmm,” she said, “now the other one!” And I gave her right nipple the same treatment.

Amazingly, she continued to stroke my cock through all of this. Even more amazing was the fact that she was still in-tune with my reactions. If she hadn’t been, I might have cum on her hand, even as her right nipple snapped out of my mouth. But she stopped, just before the point of no return!

Kissing me deeply, she probed my mouth with her tongue, and began stroking me once more. Adding oral stimulation to manual, she was again eating my hard manhood. Swinging a leg over me, she lowered her dripping cunt to my face, and we slipped into a cozy 69, without her releasing my prick from her mouth. Oh, her pussy tasted so sweet! Making all kinds of beastly noises, we pleasured each other with our tongues. Her mouth was doing wonderful things to my cock, and she rubbed my balls gently, and started tickling my asshole with one finger. Oooo, that was new! But it was good! I did not protest. Instead, I gave her the same treatment. Sliding my tongue over and between her pussylips, and flicking it over her hard clitty, I traced the outer rim of her anus with my right forefinger. She responded nicely, writhing and moaning, and grinding her pussy to my face. I felt her finger slip into my asshole, and it sent waves of pleasure through my body. Groaning into her cunt, I pushed my finger into her ass, and she reacted similarly, rocking back and forth, and sucking my cock noisily.

Feeling my orgasm building, I tried to be quiet about it, but the doctor couldn’t be fooled. At my first whimper, she pulled her mouth from my cock, and her finger from my asshole. But she didn’t give me a chance to stop licking her pussy, and soon I heard her screaming out my name, and got a mouthful of her hot love juice, as she came.

Without pausing, she climbed off of my face, and went back to sucking my cock, and fingering my asshole. I’m sure you know the routine by now; her oral attentions had me to the breaking point in no time, and her finger up my ass made it that much more intense, but she always knew when to stop (much to my chagrin), a split second before I would have cum.

While she did this, I let my hands roam all over her lush and lovely body, marveling at her beauty and her technique. She had really set my nerves on fire, and my body was one big mass of sexual anticipation. I didn’t understand it at the time, but she wasn’t being cruel by denying me my orgasm. If I’d cum the first time that I might have, this encounter would have been over long ago, and it would not have been nearly as intense!

“Fuck me, Martin!” she whispered after my hundredth near-climax abated.

Who am I to argue? Pushing her back on the bed, and nudging her legs apart with my knees, I rammed my cock into her slick cunt. The screams were incredible.

“Oh! That feels so good, Martin!” she shouted as I fucked her like a jackhammer. I’m usually a very slow and tender lovemaker, but I was out of control with lust, and the good doctor didn’t seem to want me to slow down. “Fuck me faster, Martin! Harder! OH!”

I felt her finger push into my rectum once again, and an electric shock traveled through my body, making all my tiny hairs stand on end. Biting into her nipples hard, like I know she loves, I fucked her as forcefully and as furiously as I could, and soon, she was tensing up for another climax. I was ready too, and I thought that she’d stop me. “I’m going to cum,” I warned her unnecessarily.

“Oh! Yes!” she cried. “Me, too! Cum, Martin! Cum inside me, now! OooooOOOooooooo!”

My shouts blended with hers, even as my semen mixed with her cream, and I collapsed on top of her after a few more jerking thrusts.

Panting, and out of energy, she kissed me tenderly, and I held her close. We just lay there, catching our breath, and resting easily in each other’s arms.

“Well?” she asked, “did I lie to you?”

“No,” I answered. “That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt in my entire life!” And I was not exaggerating!

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she grinned.

We showered, and dressed, and ordered a pizza for dinner. I stayed the night, but we were both simply too exhausted for anything more than a kiss goodnight.

That was last night, and I’m going back to her office tomorrow morning. I have the perfect excuse. I forgot to rebook a future appointment, and my company has quite a few other products that I should be telling her about.



Let's Play Doctor



Jeffery was another of my online acquaintances. He was semi local and seemed to have some similar interests, so we decided to hook up. We picked our time and date and I set out.

Driving out to his place, I realized it was in the middle of nowhere. It was 5 miles off a paved road and right next to a river. It was the kind of place, where if you screamed, no one would hear you.

Jeffery is a fetishist. Everything has to be perfect with him and he's very cold and clinical. Were it not for a hard cock, one would never even know he was aroused. He agreed to launch right into our selected role play. I was nervous as hell but got ready to play my part as I pulled up to his house.

I knocked on the door, he answered, wearing a lab coat. "I'm here for my appointment." I say, he acknowledges this and leads me in to a back bedroom. He asked me to undress and sit on his exam table (turns out to be his son's bed.) I can tell he's nervous, and a bit excited. We go through the whole process of a normal physical, blood pressure, ear, nose and throat checks, breathing checks, etc. Then he had me stand up and doing some bending and stretching to test my flexibility. There was nothing out of the ordinary about any of it, aside from the fact that I was naked.

Then he told me it was time to take my temperature. I'm used to an oral thermometer so I opened my mouth. A little smile played across his face as he informed me that a rectal measurement was much more accurate. I could tell this was definitely what he'd been waiting for. He turned me around and gently eased me into a bent over position. My feet were shoulder length apart, so it was a fairly modest bending, not the legs spread, ass spread position I'm used to. I could hear him putting lube on the thermometer, though I hardly I needed it. The took two fingers and spread my ass just enough to expose my tight pink hole.

The glass thermometer was cold as it slid in easily. It was such a tiny object, but there was something undeniably erotic about it and I instantly felt my cunt moisten. He twisted the implement around a little bit, pulled it out slightly as then pushed it back in. I was doing my best not to moan and keep everything professional. After about five minutes, he pulled it out and informed me that my temperature was normal and that we would proceed to the next part of the exam.

He had me lay sideways on the bed, legs spread widely and feet propped up on a chair. I knew that he had already noticed my arousal, but he didn't say anything. He pulled on a latex glove and poured a little lube on his fingers. He inserted two deep inside my aching pussy and I had to bite my lip not to moan. He felt all around, sides, top, cervix. When he'd decided that everything felt normal, he pulled out and reached for the speculum that had been sitting nearby. He poured more lube on it, I'm not sure why as I think I was wet enough to accommodate just about anything.

He slid the cold plastic device in and started opening it. Even at a normal doctor's appointment, this aroused me. The stretching that ensues is transcendental. He opened it wider than most doctors do. He was definitely a but uncomfortable, but that just turned me on even more. He got his flashlight and did his visual exam. He even went so far as to take a swab, being very thorough with the motions of the q-tip. Finally we were done and he released the speculum and pulled it out. He took some tissue and wiped me up, he needed a lot of tissue. As the final part of the exam, he once again inserted a gloved, lubed finger inside me. But this one penetrated my tight, wanton asshole instead. I don't think I could have been anymore tormented. I was being penetrated in all sorts of fun ways and I wasn't even allowed to enjoy it. Another finger went in, probing, stretching, filling. After what seemed an eternity, he pulled out and wiped me up once again. He instructed me to get up and get dressed so I did.

I thought we were done, but after reviewing my chart (empty clipboard) he informed me that I had lapsed on my immunizations and that would have to be corrected. This was a part of the role play I had not been expecting and I was extremely hesitant, which I voice. He then showed me all his sealed needles. In retrospect, I probably still should have said no, but at the time, that was enough convincing for me. I watching him unwrap the needle. Then he instructed me to turn around and bend over again. I complied apprehensively. He lifted up my skirt an pushed my panties into my ass a little. He cleaned the area with an alcohol wipe and then asked me if I was ready. I knew I was as ready as I'd ever be and I said yes. I felt a slight pinch, a hold, and then a pull out. The syringe had been empty and he'd injected nothing. For the first time, he broke the play and asked me if I was comfortable with a real injection. Naturally I asked what was going to be put inside me, he told me saline which is harmless. He showed me the still sealed bottle of solution so I consented. I assumed a receiving position again, more alcohol wipes and clothing adjustments. This time I didn't get a warning. I felt the pinch of the needle and then the pressure of the fluid pushing into me. It stung slightly but was not unpleasant. Once again, I felt a sudden dampening of my cunt. He pulled my panties back into place, stood me up and told me we were finished.

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the play ended and we began some actual conversation. I had thoroughly enjoyed myself even though there had been no release. It had been amazing foreplay and I was certainly looking forward to more. We shared some notes, and suggestions on how to make it better. It was nice to relax after the rigidity of the play and I knew there was more to come. But that is for another story.



Let's Play Doctor Ch. 02



After my exam, I was thoroughly excited and completely unsatisfied. I knew Jeffrey was aroused as well, but true to his character, he wanted to go down his little checklist.

Next item was spanking. I'd been swatted during sex, I'd been pulled over someone's knee for a few hard hits until I managed to get away. But I had never just presented myself to be beaten. It was my stipulation that since this was the first meeting, there would be no restraint. I needed to know that if I had to get away, I could. I was apprehensive and slightly afraid. I didn't know how much this was going to hurt and I didn't know if I would be able to take it.

I had my clothes back on, as I'd previously been instructed to dress. I was now ordered to strip. There was no eroticism, no sensuality, just his cold eyes watching me. His tone of voice could have belonged to a prison guard, instructing an inmate to strip. He led me to an easy chair in the living room. I mounted it backwards, knees on the cushion, hands on the back of the chair. I pushed my ass out and assumed my position.

He hit me once with his hand. It was not hard, but it did sting. And again, an again. His blows were soft, but not gentle. He was considerate enough to spread then out so as to not damage or area too much. The hits were getting harder, I was starting to cry out with each one. I could tell this excited him as the blows became less methodical. They started raining down. The slap of his hand on my tender skin was growing louder and louder along with my screams. I was squirming, but holding my position. I closed my eyes and brought myself to a kind of tranquil state, where pain didn't exist. I'm honestly not sure how long the spanking lasted. I know by the time he ordered me to stand up, my ass was red and hot.

Jeffrey is many things, but merciful is not one of them. He had a stool set up. It was the kind with a round seat and four legs. He had me bend all the way over it so that my hands were grasping the front legs and my feet were at the back. I was spread just wide enough to expose my tender pussy. He made note of this and immediately began to target it with a riding crop. Now I can take a crop pretty well, it lacks the heavy impact of a hand or a paddle. But in the hands of someone who knows how to use it, it is pure agony on tender skin.

My ass was red and raw from the precious spanking. The sting of the crop was far worse than something heavier would have been. Jeffrey systematically chose the most sensitive spots and targeted them. The curve of my ass, the insides of my thighs, my asshole and my cunt were all favored targets. I lost any sense of modesty and began screaming, begging him to stop, squirming, but all the while, holding my position. He reached into the bag of toys I'd brought and selected my medium-sized glass plug. He put just enough lube on it and shoved it in my tight ass. This was enough to make me scream bloody murder in its own right. He asked me if it hurt and I said yes. He then told me he'd give me something to take my mind off the pain.

He grabbed a leather paddle and proceeded to hit me as hard as he could. I could feel tears running down my face as the blows came harder and harder. There was no rest. He would hit one place over and over until I squirmed out of the way. Then I would be punished even more. He pushed my legs further apart and started bringing the paddle up between my legs. At some point during my agony, he put his hand on my back to hold me down.

Finally after an eternity, he stopped the hail of blows, but he wasn't done hurting me. He started twisting the plug around in my ass. It's not a big plug, but the shape and rigidity of it makes it a bit unforgiving. He pulled it out quickly and forcefully evoking another scream from me. Then he put it back in. In and out over and over, he fucked my ass with this small glass demon. I could tell I was close to cumming and I asked his permission to finish. It was denied and I was then instructed to hold my ass open. He then grabbed the crop and swatted my open, sensitive hole until I begged for mercy. He then told me I would have my reward.

Fearfully, I stayed there, uncomfortably bent and completely exposed. He pushed the plug back in. I was quivering as I waited for more blows, or some new pain that he hasn't contrived yet. I closed my eyes, ready to take what he was going to dish out. Instead of impact, I soon heard the familiar buzzing of my wand. My legs widened greedily as he brought it close. Now a wand can definitely be used as an instrument of torment, but my anatomy allows very little direct contact to my clit, so it's always quite wonderful for me. He held the wand close to me and told me that if I wanted to cum, I was going to have to work for it. He spanked me a couple of times to encouragement. I started shamelessly grinding on that wand. He just held it, making me work for my own pleasure. But I needed it so badly that I didn't even care how humiliating this really was. It took me all of two minutes to cum harder than I'd previously thought possible. Throughout the spanking and anal violation, my pussy had remained wetter than any sane woman's should have been. After my release, I collapsed. I just sat there, probably a little bit in shock.

After that we took a little break, we walked outside naked, went down to the river, sat and chatted. I remember the chairs we sat on were metal with a diamond pattern that pressed into my skin. It was gorgeous outside and the sun felt amazing on my naked skin. After a bit we made our way back inside and he led me to the bedroom.

I got up on his bed on hands and knees and presented my holes for his use. He was instantly hard, he'd been waiting for his release all day. But unfortunately for him, a couple of minutes after he slid it an started thrusting, he lost his erection. After 10 minutes of trying to revive it, which consisted of me gagging a significant amount, he gave up and pushed me face down on the bed. He went and got the wand and positioned it between my legs. I suppose his rationale was that if I was receiving some pleasure, I'd be able to take more pain.

I started moaning as the wand went on, but I was unprepared for what came next. I didn't know what he hit me with when I screamed. I turned around to see a fairly narrow, fiberglass rod. It was similar to a cane and had the same effect. A caning is so much different from a spanking. A hit with enough force will break the skin. He wasn't hitting me that hard, but it was enough to leave my ass striped black and blue on top of the red. The intensity of the blows fed me and I came several times. Right before each one, I'd beg him to hit me harder. This was more intense but more relaxed. Sometimes I'd ask for a break and it was granted. About what was probably only about 15 minutes, I said I couldn't take anymore so we stopped.

The rest of the day was idle. He made me a sandwich while I dressed for work. I knew work was going to be hell. My ass was already bruising. He had taken at least 50 pictures throughout the afternoon. But the untimely death it an iPhone has rendered those unrecoverable so I guess I'll just need a repeat performance to acquire some more.



Let's Play Master and Slave Ch. 01



"Arrive at 9 pm. We'll get started right away this time." That's all the note said, and she glanced at the clock as she turned onto his street. 8:58. He was waiting outside when she pulled up, black leather collar in hand. She smiled nervously and carefully parked the car and took a deep breath to calm her nerves before opening the door and stepping out. He stepped up and hugged her, leaning in close to speak quietly near her ear.

"So you want to play master and slave?"

He smiled as he pulled away, but the smile didn't quite reach his eyes, and there was a certain tension in his voice. Still smiling, she nodded.

"Uh uh," he replied. "Say it. No half measures here. Are you ready to play master and slave?"

"Yes. I'm ready to play master and slave."

"Excellent. I'm going to put this collar on you. Once the collar goes on, you're my slave. You do what I say. You call me Sir or Master. I call you slave or slut or whatever I want. If you're really good I might give you a slave name. Once the collar goes on, it stays on until I say otherwise. Do you want me to put the collar on you?"

She looked around. It was getting dark, and the street was fairly quiet, but there was still a chance someone could drive by. She started to nod, but he shook his head.

"Remember: Say it. Answer me."

"Yes, I want you to put the collar on me."

Her cheeks burned a little as she said it, but he didn't seem to notice as he held the collar open and motioned for her to turn around. He slipped the collar over her head and around her neck.

"Bow your head."

She did, her hair falling forward to hide her face, and he pulled the collar snug and clasped the buckle, running his fingers under the collar to check for tightness. He stepped back.

"Turn around but don't look me in the eye. Look at the ground. You haven't earned the right to look me in the eye."

She turned, careful to keep her head bowed in order to avoid the temptation to look up. Part of her wanted to defy him just a little to see what he'd do. But another part of her wasn't sure if she wanted to push him while they were outside. She had just agreed to be his slave, after all. She decided to play submissive for now and waited quietly for him to continue.

"Get your stuff and bring it inside. Lock the door, then take your clothes off and wait on your hands and knees on the living room floor. Your safeword is orange."

He turned and walked inside. She glanced around again before quickly popping the trunk and grabbing her overnight bag. She locked the car doors and slammed the trunk before following him inside. She dropped the bag on the table and took off her shoe and socks, followed by her shirt and jeans. She was about to take off her bra when she remembered his command to lock the deadbolt. Again she thought about disobeying. The urge to do so just to see what would happen was everpresent and surprisingly strong. Again caution won out. Locking the door was a safety issue. No reason to push back over something like that. She locked the door and finished undressing, dropping her bra and panties on top of her shirt and jeans. She stepped into the living room, noting the closed bathroom door and the sound of the shower. Some trance-techno music was playing on the stereo, the bass thumping the floor as she knelt on all fours.

Time seemed to drag as she waited for him. Her arms and neck began to get tired, and before long she relaxed her arms and rested her face and breasts on the floor, her ass the top of her naked triangle. She felt exposed and vulnerable. She also felt the first trickle of wetness beginning to run down her right leg and shivered. After what seemed like forever she heard the bathroom door open. She waited. Footsteps creaked into the living room, stopping behind her. Behind her wet cunt and exposed asshole.

"Good job on putting your head on the floor. Spread your legs. Whenever I tell you to wait on your hands and knees, you should spread your legs and put your head down."

She shifted, adjusting more of weight forward and arching her back to compensate as she spread her legs wide. He still stood behind her, and she could feel his eyes on her cunt and asshole as she exposed herself fully. He stood there for a few minutes, long enough for the wetness on her leg to run all the way down to her knee. He finally turned away, rummaging in the toybox for a moment before tossing something jangly on the table. He sat down on the couch.

"Put those on."

She raised her head and looked up. He was dressed in black pajama pants and a white t-shirt, and he was watching her. She remembered to avoid his gaze and averted her glance to the table, where a bundle of leather and buckles awaited her. Sifting through the pile, she realized it contained a blindfold and two pairs of leather cuffs, one pair slightly larger than the other. She started with those, attaching them to her ankles securely before struggling a bit more with the wrist cuffs. Finally she slipped the blindfold over her eyes, buckling it behind her head and adjusting her hair slightly.

"Now come here and put your head in my lap. Stay on your knees."

He sounded almost bored, and she fumbled momentarily as she crawled around the table. The cuffs jingled slightly as she moved, the blindfold covering her eyes but in a certain sense hiding her as well. She couldn't see what she was doing, so in a way it made it easier to do it. She bumped into the couch and followed it to him, carefully stretching between his legs to place her head on his lap. His body was still warm from the shower, and she could feel the heat emanating from his crotch. She could feel his cock beneath the fabric, large and slightly hard.

"Take my cock out, slave, and show me how you suck dick."

She carefully grabbed his waistband and lifted it, reaching inside and wrapping her hand around his cock. It throbbed in her hand, and she squeezed it as she slipped the waistband down and under his balls. With the blindfold on, she had to do everything carefully. She leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth. She sucked and began to bob her head, one hand still clutching his shaft. He commented on her efforts as she began.

"More spit. The wetter the better. The more you lube it up, the less it'll hurt when I decide to shove it in you. I wanna see drool running down your cheeks."

She blushed but continued licking and sucking as she tried to salivate more.

"Pump the shaft with your hand."

She complied, sliding her hand up and down his cock.

"Suck more. Don't just run your mouth up and down it. Really suck, while going down and while pulling back, like you want nothing more than to pull it all the way down your throat."

She sucked hard, and he gasped slightly before grabbing her hair tightly.

"Stop. Now. Take your mouth off my cock."

Scared, she raised her head and relaxed her cheeks. As soon as his dick slipped out of her mouth, he slapped her. Not hard, but fast. Brisk. And completely unexpected. He cheek burned furiously.

"Watch the teeth. You need to learn to keep your lips over them. Always watch the teeth. Now get your mouth back on my cock."

She lowered her head and slipped his cock back in her mouth. She began bobbing her head again, this time being more careful, partially because he still clutched her hair, restricting her movement. After a few minutes he began pulling her head closer to his crotch, his cock pushing against the roof of her mouth for a moment before he released her.

"Start practicing pulling it as far back into your throat as you can and holding it there. Take it in until you almost gag then back off slightly."

She leaned forward, still sucking, still drooling, still watching her teeth, and gently worked his cock deeper in her mouth. It poked the back of her throat and she pulled away, fighting the urge to cough. She held it for a few moments, pulling with her lips and cheeks, and then relaxed, pulling away, her lips resting on the head of his cock as she took a few breaths before sliding his dick in her mouth again. She continued to suck on his dick, the music and the darkness pulling her outside herself and into the moment, accepting herself as slave and slut and whore and throwing herself fully into her cocksucking. She relaxed and began to enjoy her submission.

He let her suck on his cock for 20 minutes before grabbing her hair and pulling her head back. A string of drool stretched from the head of his cock to her lips, quivering slightly in the flow of air from the air conditioner vent.

"Get back on your hands and knees, slut. We'll have to work on your cocksucking more later."

She complied, placing her head on the floor and sticking her ass up. He ran his fingers between her pussy lips and she jerked, startled. He slapped her ass in response, hard.

"Stay still, slave!"

She whimpered and concentrated on not moving as he continued to tease her lips with his fingers. He stroked her clit, pulled on her lips, and slid his fingers between them slightly. She shivered with the effort of not moving. He scratched his nails across her ass cheeks and down the back of her thighs, and again she jumped. She couldn't help herself. Again he slapped her ass.

"I can see we'll need to work on your ability to hold still as well."

He grabbed her right wrist and yanked it back, securing the wrist cuff to the ankle cuff on the same side before repeating the process with her left wrist. Now she couldn't stand up or pull away. He began stroking her pussy again, and every now and then he'd slide his fingers back to her asshole, running his fingertips teasingly around the edges. Goosebumps stood out on her skin as she shivered and strained against the restraints. Working his fingers back to her pussy, he plunged two of them deep inside, causing her to yelp. At the same time he leaned forward and began to lick her asshole, swirling and probing with his tongue. She sighed and moaned as he soaked her asshole with spit, and giggled nervously as he poked his tongue into her asshole. He began sliding his fingers in and out of her cunt, and she could feel the first orgasm building up inside. He increased the pace of fingers and tongue, fingerbanging her as he flicked his tongue in and out and all over her asshole, his motions pushing her slightly across the carpet. When she finally came the orgasm ripped through her whole body, leaving her slightly dazed and weak. He pulled away from her ass and slid his fingers out of her cunt.

"From now on you ask before you cum, slave. Understood?"

"Yes Sir."

"Your orgasms, like your body, are now under my control. You don't cum unless I let you. And you thank me for each orgasm."

"Yes Sir."

He paused, letting the silence stretch out before prompting her.

"Well slave? Don't you have something to say?"

"Thank you Sir."

"For what? Remember to be specific. What are you thanking me for, slut?

"Thank you for making me cum."

"You're welcome."

He stood up and left her there, her asshole still wet with spit and her pussy soaked. She heard him cross the room and listened as he rummaged in the toybox. She lay there on the floor and enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm. It looked like it was going to be a long but pleasurable evening.



Let's Play Nice



We arrived at the front of the hotel and started to say our goodbyes, to keep in touch and to visit, etc. I hugged the girls, shook hands with the guys and told them it was good to see them again and then turned to Drea (dray-ah). As we hugged she whispered, "I'm in room three-four-sixty-nine, come up in about 10 minutes." Then she let me go, turned and left with the rest of the gang into the hotel lobby without looking back. I didn't know what to make of her invitation but thought what the hell, we were getting a bit naughty on the dance floor and I know she felt my hard dick as we were grinding. 

Drea is married to a guy named Ben who I met once when Drea and I worked together before I moved back to the city. The whole group was in town for a huge convention and most of the girls brought their significant other including Drea. After the convention we all met that evening for dinner and then a little partying, drinking and dancing. Sometime during one of those three activities, Drea mentioned that Ben had driven back home. Drea and I used to flirt a lot when we were coworkers but nothing serious. Hell, she even mentioned to Ben, the time I met him, that I was her work spouse to which his response was stoic. 

I lit a cigarette and headed down the block wondering if Drea was too drunk to realize what she had told me or was she on the up and up. I looked at my watch and saw that it was twenty minutes later and threw my cigarette into the street and headed back to the hotel. I opened the door to the lobby and saw the night receptionist look up and smile. I smiled back and walked towards the elevators. The familiar ding of the elevator indicated that it had arrived and was going to take me up into the unknown.

The doors opened to the floor where Drea was occupying a room. I looked left and then right not knowing which way to go when I noticed the placard directly in front of me indicating which way to go. I started down the long corridor when I heard a door open up in front of me and froze a bit hoping that it wasn't one of our coworkers. It wasn't a coworker but an older gent who stepped out his room and walked towards me then turned right. I passed the open doorway where the icemaker, soda and snack machines were situated.

Finally, I arrived at door three-four-sixty-nine. I listened for sounds behind the door but heard none, so I knocked on it. What seemed like an eternity the door finally opened and too my chagrin there stood Ben nearly unclothed except for his underwear. He looked good with his hair neatly combed and a beard he had obviously grown since the last and only time I met him.

"Hi Ben!" I said excitedly.

He just stood there standing and staring at me. From the look he was giving me it was an invitation to enter the room and I did. He closed and locked the door. I turned and faced him once inside and it felt like a Mexican standoff, just the two of us standing and staring at one another. 

"Now boys, play nice," it was Drea from somewhere behind me but I dared not look back. Ben took a step forward and I was ready for anything including knocking him out and heading quickly out the door. Instead, I didn't have to defend myself, Ben reached up slowly with both hands, cupped my face and started kissing me. I felt my knees go weak as he gently parted my lips and slid his tongue inside my mouth. My breathing was now heavier as we started kissing like a pair of high school teenagers. Our hands started feeling one another and quickly reached for his crotch. He had a thick hard on inside his underwear which caused me to drop to my knees. A large wet spot on his underwear told me his cock was oozing pre-semen. I looked up at Ben who had the same deadpan expression when he first opened the door to let me in.

I looked back down at his bulging underwear and admired the thick outline. I gently ran my hands over his bulge and felt the heat emanating from his hard cock. I moved my face closer and ran my eyes up and down the length of his thick shaft pressing against the cotton fabric. I started massaging his balls and with my lips, I mouthed the base of his cock up to the large wet spot that was growing bigger. I sucked at the wet spot, tasting his salty goo that I love. Sucking on his underwear started a rise between my own thighs.

"That's it, honey," Drea's voice again but this time it she was kneeling next to me as my hands and mouth played with Ben's gorgeous cock. "I told Ben how I was dying to suck and fuck you and he said that I could do anything to you as long as you pleasured him first."

I reached up and slid my fingers under the elastic waistband and pulled them down quickly, allowing Ben's cock to spring out and land against my forehead with a resounding thud.

"Wow!" is all I could whisper before I took his cock into my mouth. I opened my mouth a bit more and swallowed another few inches of thick shaft. I slowly bobbed back and forth on his meat stick before I swallowed him all the way down to the base. I slid my tongue out and lapped at his clean shaven balls. When I didn't hear him moan or groan I slid back off his cock and looked up. Ben and Drea were making out like we did a few moments before but this time he had his hand full of thirty-four, A-cup sized tit in his hand. Drea was naked and it was the first time I got to see her bald pussy.

I returned my attention to Ben's throbbing cock and started deep throating him again and again. I felt a hand on the back of my head as Ben's cock was fucking my mouth. I looked up while still having my face fucked and realized it was Drea's hand guiding my head. I reached around and cupped Ben's ass cheeks and slammed harder against him with his cock fucking my mouth and throat. I wanted him to cum quickly so I could start on Drea. It worked and soon he was unleashing a thick spurt of hot cum down my throat.

"Yeah baby!" cooed Drea, "Suck my man dry!"

I moaned as the last drops of cum oozed out of Ben's cock. Drea milked his balls and then ran her thumb up along the thick under vein squeezing out a few more thick drops which I happily swallowed. Ben stepped back, thoroughly pleased with the head I willingly gave him. 

"Fuck that was hot!" exclaimed Drea.

Ben nodded in agreement and walked over to the night stand and reached for a cigarette. 

"Now it's my turn!" Drea grabbed me by the hand as we stood up together. We started kissing hot and heavy as I heard the flick of a lighter as Ben lit his cigarette. I could smell the smoke he blew out as I played with Drea's small, saggy tits. I felt her button sized nipples and tweaked them between my thumbs and forefingers. She moaned out and reached for the button on my pants. I released her nipples and quickly got my pants down, stepped out of my shoes and then my pants.

"Commando huh?" Ben asked.

"Oh fuck baby! Look at this sexy cock." Drea whispered to her husband. Ben stepped around me and his eyes grew a bit wide.

"Nice! Now fuck my wife stud!"

Drea had other ideas as she pushed me against the bed where I landed on my back and she started sucking me off. Her tiny hand wrapped around my thick cock making it looks bigger and thicker.

"Or suck him off first and then I want to see him fuck your brains out Drea." He pronounced her name dray.

Drea didn't need any encouragement as she eagerly sucked my cock. I placed my hands behind the back of my head watching her intently. Ben took his place at the foot of the bed with his cigarette in one hand and a small ashtray in the other. He blew out another cloud of smoke from both his mouth and nose. 

"You got her real hot dude, she's fingering her pussy!"

"Uh Ben, do you mind if I eat your wife's pussy?" I asked as Drea started jerking me and sucking my balls at the same time.

"You heard him Drea, put that slutty lil' fuck hole of yours in his face."

Drea groaned out as she kept sucking my cock but crawled on the bed and did a one eighty turn and straddled her knees on each side of my face. Her bald pussy was moist from her fingering but I intended to get her sopping wet and cumming.

I started with gentle kisses on her outer lips. She liked that by shoving her pussy against my face to which I reached up with both hands and using my fingers, parted her outer lips and planted a long, sensuous kiss on her inner lips. 

"Oh fuck!" she moaned out and then quickly gobbled my cock back into her mouth. She bobbed harder and faster, going a little deeper each time until my cockhead was banging the back of her throat. She didn't go any further than that.

I continued with the long kiss when I darted my tongue out and swirled it deep inside her hot slit. She started jerking my cock now in time with her head bobbing and I kept tongue fucking her wet hole. I stopped tonguing her pussy and placed my mouth over her tiny but swollen clit and gently sucked it in my mouth. More moans from Drea as I started sucking her clit like I had done earlier to Ben's cock. I slid my thick middle finger deep in her pussy.

"Oh shit!" she breathed out. 

I buried my finger deep in her pussy and started massaging the front wall of her pussy and continued sucking her clit. Drea ground her so pussy hard against my finger and face that she barely could concentrate on sucking my cock. I started curling my finger inside her, rubbing against her G-spot, Drea started to buck back and forth moaning out obscenities. She sighed as she reached a mild orgasm and then started sucking my cock again, this time bobbing deeply, her drool ran down my shaft and onto my balls. 

While Drea and I were still locked in our hot sixty-nine position, I felt Ben get off the bed and walk over positioning himself behind his wife. I saw his gorgeous cock was hard again and ready for action. I reached up and parted Drea's damp pussy with my fingers. I watched as the head of Ben's cock parted Drea's pussy lips even wider. It was amazing to see her pussy swallow that thick head and shaft. Ben's balls were on my nose as he buried his cock deep into Drea. I opened my mouth and sucked on his hanging, cum filled balls, Ben moaned out.

Drea squirmed wanting Ben to fuck her silly, but he was content to have his cock buried deep in her pussy and my mouth sucking his balls. The harder Drea tried to buck back and forth on her husband's cock the harder Ben held her hips. 

"Oh fuck me baby! Please fuck me!" wailed Drea as her husband held her hips firm.

I kept gently sucking his balls as Drea desperately tried to grind against her hubby's cock, but Ben held her firm. I felt Ben start to pull his cock out of Drea's sopping pussy, so I opened my mouth a bit. His wet balls slid across my face and were quickly replaced by his thick cock head. I eagerly sucked on it like a hungry little baby, Drea slid her pussy across my chin as she rolled off me and onto her back, lying next to me. Ben grabbed his thick shaft and pulled his cock out of my mouth, he slapped it against my open lips.

I rolled onto of Drea and she sucked my balls into her mouth. I pulled her legs back, inviting Ben to fuck her but he slid his cock back into my mouth instead. He started fucking my mouth as I moaned in delight. Ben was about to cum again and instead of filling my mouth again, he pulled out and squirted thick globs of cum on Drea's pussy and ass. I wanted him to cum in my mouth but he held my head back as he decorated his wife's fuckholes.

""Now clean her up!" he ordered as he released his hold on my head.

I immediately obeyed and opened my mouth as wide as I could and lapped up his hot jizz. Her pussy juice and Ben's cum was a delicious treat. I tongued both of Drea's holes thoroughly cleaning her as Ben had commanded. No sooner had I sucked up the last of Ben's cum off his wife's body, he directed me what to do next.

"Now fuck my wife!"

I lifted off Drea and turned around to face her lying underneath me. She quickly reached down and grabbed my cock guiding it into her soaked pussy. I buried it deep in her pussy as Ben nodded in agreement. Drea squirmed.

"Yeah fuck me baby!" Drea cooed in my ear.

I obliged her. I started with a slow, long dick rhythm, pulling out far enough to where my cockhead remained inside and then slowly buried my dick balls deep in her. I could tell Drea's never had a dick big as mine in her pussy before as I reached deep inside her making her squirm.

"Oh shit!" she barely muttered out in a whisper.

"C'mon man! Fuck her! Fuck her hard!" Ben barked out wanting to see her wife get fucked hard by my big dick.

"Like this Ben?" I asked as I pounded Drea's pussy hard and merciless. Drea let out a shout as I continued pounding her hard and fast. She tried slowing me down with a weak attempt at wrapping her legs around my waist but I was having none of it, I continued my furious pace to the delight of the three of us. I felt like cumming so I buried my cock balls deep again stopping.

"You like that Drea?" I asked breathing hard and regaining control so I wouldn't cum. But before Drea could answer, I returned my assault on her sopping wet fuckhole.

"Oh fuck!" she wailed out.

"Yeah! Fuck my wife!" been cheered us on. 

I fucked Drea hard, slowed a bit and then even harder. My eye caught her bouncing titties and quickly stopped, sucked one into my mouth and then resumed my furious pace once again. I sucked her button nipple hard, Drea moaned out.

"How's that feel Drea?" Ben asked leaning close to her ear.

Drea looked at her husband as if she was about to cry and bellowed out, "Fuck Ben, I think I'm gonna cum on his cock!"

I picked up my pace even faster, breathing harder, sweat started forming on my face, back and chest. Drea's pussy clamped around my cock as she came. I buried my cock balls deep again, pausing as her pussy pulsed around my thick shaft. I was also ready to cum when Ben whispered for me to cum on his wife's face.

I pulled out and straddled Drea's shoulders. Ben grabbed my cock and started stroking my cock, Drea's mouth was on my balls.

"Oh fuck!" I whispered out as the married couple had their way with me. I was ready to cum when slid back a bit and started cumming. My first thick load landed on Ben's face. He opened his mouth and I continued cumming filling his mouth instead of Drea's face. When I was done cumming in Ben's mouth, he released my cock, bent over Drea's face. Her mouth was open and cum spilled from Ben's mouth into Drea's.

It was a hot scene watching Ben drool over Drea's open mouth. I slid off Drea and started kissing Ben tonguing him deeply, tasting my own cum. I focused my attention on Drea and started kissing her deeply, my tongue was greeted with a mixture of cum, and Ben and Drea's saliva. With my tongue still in her mouth, she swallowed the tasty mix. We were still tenderly kissing one another when Ben approached us with lit cigarettes. We each grabbed one from his hand and started smoking, Drea still on her back, me on my side lying next to her and Ben standing by the bed.

"Let's smoke these and whataya say we do it again?"



Let's Play Pool



It had been a bad week, and I was ready to go out and cut loose. I was feeling a little slutty and dressed accordingly. I put on my black leather bustier, which shoved my tits up and put them well on display and I shrugged my leather jacket over the top. My leather mini skirt came to mid thigh and I added knee high spiked heels boots to complete my look.

I asked my husband, Brian, how I looked and he grabbed my ass and kissed me hard. I knew I had his approval. We headed out with no particular destination, just that we wanted to have some fun. As we passed a pool hall, I told Brian it looked like the perfect place to stop. He turned around and pulled into the parking lot. There were only a few cars there, but the music was jumping. 

We went in, ordered a couple of drinks and found an empty table. We sat down and were enjoying our drinks. The music was putting me in the mood to dance, but Brian wasn't really in the mood. I decided to just dance on my own. I don't know if it's the way I was dressed or the fact that I was dancing alone, but a couple of guys joined me. We were doing a little bit of dirty dancing and having some fun. Brian came out and danced a dance or two with me, then asked me if I felt like playing pool. 

We played a few games, each of us winning a couple of times. The guys that I had been dancing with were at the table next to us. They asked if we wanted to play against them. They said that the losers would buy the winners a round of shots. Brian and I were game and racked the balls. They easily took the first game. We bought shots for our opponents, Matt and Ed. 

We took the next game and I ordered my usual tequila shot. Matt and Ed were whooping it up as I did the shot without the salt and lime. I was loosening up a little bit and beginning to have some fun. I decided to play with the guys a little bit. With each shot I took, I made sure to bend a little bit more than necessary so they either got a good look at my tits or so that my skirt slid up a little bit more. Matt missed an easy shot, and we took the third game. Again, I did my tequila shot to more cheers.

When we started the fourth game, I bent over and my skirt rode up just enough to expose the bottom of my ass cheeks. Brian came up behind me and told me I was getting the guys excited and might want to think about what I was doing. I told him that I knew full well what I was doing and that he could enjoy the show if he liked. As he walked away, I sank another shot. With the next one, I asked Matt if he would help me line it up. He stood in front of me to show me where to hit the ball and I gave him a good look at my tits, while stretching a bit too much to make my skirt ride up further. Ed came up behind me and offered to help me. I could feel his bulge pressing into me and I was getting really turned on.

I looked over at Brian and saw the bulge in his pants. I think he liked the show more than he was letting on. I saw him put his hand to his crotch and start to rub. I missed the last shot and the game went to Matt and Ed. Another shot of tequila and I was feeling no pain. These guys had me so horny and ready for action. 

As we started the next game the owner, Wayne, locked the door. He said there wasn't much business so he was going to close up, but we were welcome to stay and keep playing if we wanted. He came over and sat near us, watching us play. As I continued my wiggling and jiggling, Matt and Ed couldn't make a shot if they had to. When it came time for them to do their shots, I told them they would be body shots and they'd have to lick them off my stomach. They eagerly agreed. Feeling their tongues on my skin set me on fire. 

They proposed a new challenge to me. They bet that I couldn't pick my husband's cock out of the four of them using only my mouth. This was one bet I was ready for. I asked what happened if I won. They said that they would each eat my pussy until I came. And if I lost? I would get fucked by whatever cock I mistakenly chose. I looked at Brian to see if he was game and he was already undoing his pants. 

Wayne went into the storeroom to find something to use as my blindfold. They put me on my knees and I was suck to each cock for two minutes, and then tell them what number my husband was. I was wet and we hadn't even started yet. The thought of four cocks in my mouth, combined with the sensation of the blindfold had me very worked up. 

The first man in my mouth was slightly larger than Brian, but definitely thicker. He stretched my mouth slightly, but I worked him as I quickly slid my mouth up and down, taking him all the way to the base. Soon I heard that the two minutes were up. The next man was in front of me and pushed into my mouth. I felt fairly certain this was Brian and the rhythm that he used to fuck my face made me even more certain. I sucked on him in a way that I knew Brian liked. The two minute time limit was up. The third man wasted no time in getting into my mouth. He was longer than Brian but not as thick. I was struggling to take him all the way in, but I did it. I had to work him slowly but he seemed to enjoy it. It was time for the last man. As soon as he started into my mouth, I knew for sure it wasn't Brian. He was very thick and quite long. There was no way I could take all of him into my mouth without gagging, but it sure was fun trying. I took him as deep as I could and worked hard on sucking him with gusto.

One of the guys announced that I had now sampled all of them and it was time to tell them which one was Brian. I knew he was number two, but the thought of getting fucked by number four was getting me even hotter. If I said number four, they would know I lied, but I didn't care. I wanted to fuck him.

I told them I knew without a doubt that number four was Brian. They all laughed and removed my blindfold. They told me it looked like I was getting fucked by Matt. I looked to Brian to see what he was thinking and he didn't give any indication that we weren't continuing. 

Matt picked me up and laid me on the pool table, then climbed up himself. He pushed my skirt up and then my legs as he slid into my wet pussy. Brian had no clue I had left the house without panties on and that I had shaved before we left as well. He just found out. He told me how hot I looked and climbed up on the pool table as well, mounting my face and giving me his cock to suck on. He fucked my face as Matt drove further and further into my pussy. He stretched me to what I had to believe was my limit. I wasn't sure he was all the way in, but he settled into a slow rhythm and each stroke sent jolts straight to my clit. 

I felt hands on each one of my tits. All five of us were on the pool table and every single one of them was giving attention to my body. I shivered with excitement and pleasure. I had my first orgasm just from the thought of having four men working on me.

I reached out and took hold of Wayne and Ed's cocks. They continued to work on my tits as I stroked them. Matt reached down and started to finger my clit as he stroked in and out of me. It felt so damn good. I worked Brian's cock faster, taking him as deep into my mouth as I could get him. I heard him say he was about come and I felt him spurt into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could. He pulled out and shot the rest on my face. I licked off what I could reach with my tongue and Brian gave me a deep kiss. He whispered into my ear, "You are so fucking sexy." Ed quickly took Brian's place. He was not about to be left out. Brian stood by and watched as I worked on Ed and Matt continued to give my pussy one hell of a fucking. I had never had a man who could last this long and I was glad he could. I didn't know if I'd ever get a chance to have a cock like this again and I was going to enjoy it while I could. 

Wayne was still in my hand and getting impatient. He told Matt he needed to hurry up and come, because he wanted a chance to fuck me. Matt said he wasn't even close, but Wayne could take his turn. They changed places and Wayne slid in. Matt moved up to my tits and worked them while I furiously stroked his cock. Even in my hand he felt good. I felt him move one hand to my clit and he began to work it again. I came hard and gripped Wayne's cock with my pussy muscles. I moaned loudly as I came, bringing Ed to his limit. I pulled him out of my mouth and told him to come on my tits. He happily covered them with his come. Wayne followed suit and his come joined Ed's on my tits. I rubbed it into my skin, across my nipples and licked it off my fingers, much to the delight of everyone watching.

Matt was not done yet and I was ready to take more of him. He got on top of me, putting his cock into my mouth again and lowered his mouth over my pussy. The mere touch of his tongue to me made me shiver with delight. I had sucked four different cocks, but none of the guys had licked me. Nothing makes me come faster or gets me hornier than getting my pussy licked, and Matt was good at it. Brian knows just where to lick me, with what speed and how much pressure to use. He can make me come quickly. Matt wasn't familiar with my preferences, but he certainly tried. Brian began to guide him and tell him what I liked. Hearing my husband tell another man how to work my pussy was amazingly exciting. With Brian's help, Matt brought me to an incredible orgasm. I came hard and I was dripping wet. 

I told Matt to get on his back. I straddled him and slowly lowered myself onto him. I felt hands on me and looked up to see Brian guiding me and helping me to take Matt deeper and deeper in. I felt so amazingly full, I thought I'd come again. This different position was creating a different sensation. I slowly worked my way up and down his shaft, taking him as deep as I could. Brian came behind me and I could feel his cock pressing into my ass. He was rock hard. I thought I knew what he wanted and I was in such pleasure there was no way I was refusing him. He knelt in front of me and told me to suck his cock. I greedily took him in worked him to make sure he was good and hard. He asked me to get off Matt for a few seconds. As I did, he rubbed my clit quickly to get my wetness and spread it onto my ass and stroked some onto his cock. 

Brian told me to bend over so that I was almost lying on top of Matt. He fingered my ass, inserting his fingers in to loosen me up. He had fucked my ass before, so he knew how to get me loosened up. It didn't take as much tonight since I was already so horny. He slid into my ass and I heard him as he groaned, "You're so fucking tight. It feels so good." As he slid deeper into me I couldn't believe it could feel better, but each inch further he went in brought new sensations. The feeling of two cocks in me was one I had never experienced before, but was bringing me the most pleasure I had ever felt in my life. Brian said he could feel Matt's cock because I was so full. They were able to match their rhythm and it caused me to have another orgasm. This one the most intense I had ever felt. It caused both my pussy and ass to contract and tighten around both Matt and Brian. This was what they both needed. I could feel Brian grow larger and harder and I knew this was what happened when he was about to come. I climbed off both of them and grabbed both cocks into my hands, stroking hard and fast. They both came at the same time, shooting onto my face. I was exhausted and lay down on the pool table next to Matt with Brian on the other side of me. Wayne and Ed had apparently enjoyed the show since I saw them furiously stroking their cocks. Ed asked me if he could come on my face. Before I could answer he was on the pool table with Wayne following him right behind me. They both knelt near my head and unloaded onto my face. 

I was exhausted, sticky with come, but completely satisfied. I had just taken four cocks and fulfilled what I knew was my husband's greatest fantasy; to have me fucked by him and another man at the same time. I no longer felt any stress. Anytime I am having a bad day now, Brian asks me if I need to go play some pool.



Let's Play the Game of Sex



Raj and Som were my two very close friends. All three of us had steady girl friends for almost two years. Raj had Rani, Som had Sona and I (Manu) had Mona. We used to share almost every thing we did. However as far as our girlfriends are concerned, we did not switch them or otherwise compromised their loving secrets. 

During one of our usual stag party the discussion was about group sex and wife switching. From the comments I could infer that in the heart of our hearts, there is always the desire to 'taste' other than our lady companion. Most of us do not indulge in it as we do not consider it right or we want to avoid creating scenes. 

When we were sufficiently high, I told Raj and Som, "What guarantee we had that somebody else would not get attracted to them or even our girlfriend get bored with us and would like to get fucked by other persons, particularly if they are handsome or otherwise attractive."

Raj said, " Yes there is a possibility although I have confidence in Rani."

Som said, "Bullshit! What Manu says is very much possible but what we can do at this stage when they are totally attached to us?"

I said, "Why not give them the taste of others, right now."

Both Som and Raj protested vehemently.

I said, "My plan, if it is agreed by you both as well as our girls, is that we share them but in a way that it seems like a game and does not shock them. This can be done, subject to their agreement and this is our job to obtain their acceptance."

Raj asked, "What is in your mind as a possible game?"

I said, "Leave it to me. It would be a surprise. You have to tell your girl that Manu wants us to play some game during the next weekend visit to his farmhouse. This would involve nudity and sex."

WE agreed to sound our girls. As I expected all of them agreed after some persuasion. Came Friday and we were on our way to my farmhouse, about two hours journey. We had carried with us all the essentials for the weekend. We all gathered in the large living room, after having a wash. This also was my bedroom with a single attached bath. I had already briefed Mona about some details of my planned game. I decided to tell that the game stage by stage. 

"Here is the plan for the first stage of the game that I would call "Let's play the game of sex". In this we select a girl by drawing lots. Playing some other game where the looser is chosen to initiate the stage can also do this. She in turn chooses a partner again by drawing lots. This couple carries out the undressing of each other in front of other participants who can pass comments and indulge in any other prank to make the show enjoyable. The details of the process of undressing are left to the ingenuity of the players. By similar choice all coupes finally become nude. Three to five couples would be ideal for this game. Beyond that it would become a crowd."

At this stage Rani asked me about the other stages, but I told them to enjoy the surprises of the weekend. As it turned out, Rani was the first choice. She in turn drew me as the partner. I could see a hint of sadness in Mona's eyes. I winked at her and she immediately smiled and winked back. Rani stood in front of me while the other four surrounded us. 

I moved closer to Rani and passed my palm over her cheeks primarily to reassure her that nothing harsh would be done. She in turn put her hands on my hand and blew a kiss to me. I started to unbutton her blouse. As I reached the last button I stopped and put my hand inside and slowly uncovered one of her breasts. It was a delicious cone with the nipple just getting hard. I caressed her breast a little and then fully removed her blouse. Sona said that even she would like to suck those nipples. The comment brought screams from Mona and Rani and laughter from us. 

AS I moved further down, she stopped me and started to take out my shirt. She spread the shirt and bent her face to kiss my nipple while moving her hand over my chest. AS she lifted her face up, I kissed her on her lips. My hands were already opening her jeans buttons. I had asked all of them not to wear under clothing. I slowly pealed her jeans down and simultaneously went down. As I reached her pussy, I slowed the uncovering process to tease others in getting a look at her pussy. I started to kiss the top of pussy, played with my fingers in her public hair and then moved my lips to her clit. Rani jumped at the touch of my lips to her clit, but I continued my lip's journey down while uncovering her. She was breathing hard but I did not touch her cunt at this stage. 

Mona said, "Wow, what a delicious pussy. It would be fun to eat it." 

Sona agreed and said, "When I suck her nipples, you can kiss her pussy." There was a loud laughter from all.

Raj said, "I have already got a hard on so leave that pussy for me."

I said, " The games of the rule have to be followed. Your cock will get a respite but the pussy may be different."

I stood up and gave myself to the hands of Rani. She followed the same procedure. But my cock, that had already become hard, popped out as soon as the middle button of my trousers was opened. As She was bent down, it almost hit her in her face. Soon her lips were kissing the tip of my cock. Mona let out a sigh at this sight. Sona commented at the size of my cock saying Som's cock is also of the same size. 

As we both were naked we kissed each other and stood together. The rest again drew lots. Raj got Sona and Som got Mona. Each one followed the general path of undressing of their partner with some subtle variations. Sona took more initiative and after taking off Raj's shirt, she just pulled down the jumpsuit he was wearing giving no time for Raj to object or stop her. Thus he was fully naked while Sona had her skirt on. Raj sat down behind Sona and slowly pulled Sona's skirt down exposing her pussy while he kept on kissing her smooth bottom and also inserted a finger in her asshole making her jump with shock. 

Som took his time to undress Mona. As her beautiful round breasts came in to view Raj as well as the girls whistled in appreciation. Som just could not remove his lips from Mona's nipples while playing with her other breast. Raj asked him to uncover one breast so that they can enjoy the view. As far as the pussy is concerned, here the tables were turned on Mona. Before she could realize and since her attention was on those surrounding her, Som pulled up her skirt and started to kiss her pussy hiding his face in her skirt. It was hilarious as Mona looked at me in shock but soon recovered and started to enjoy her pussy kiss. As it turned out Som was very good at it and soon Mona started to thrust her pelvis to Som's face. Thankfully Som stopped and goy up, kissed Mona in a long kiss. Mona then took off his shirt and pant while he removed her skirt to display the almost dripping pussy of Mona.

The first stage of the game being over we retired for the evening meal and night, fully naked and slept with our own girls without indulging in any fucking as per agreed rules of our game.

Next day we commenced stage II. We kept the same combination as on the previous evening. However one could draw fresh lots. I explained the stage details.

I said, " Here the gent would first caress the girl as others watch and then he would get down on her. He will suck and play with her pussy and the ass. The others had the choice to play with the girl's breasts, kissing her and so on. Girls could play with the involved gent's cock and also assist the girl in any other way to increase her enjoyment. The girl in turn can hold and play with the cocks of other gents as they sit around and play with her body."

I kissed Rani and inserted my tongue in her mouth. My hands were wandering on her breasts. She responded beautifully. As I was doing this, I found Som and Raj started kissing her cheeks. Raj was also playing with her pussy. I protested and said, "Hold on, currently it is my property." I pulled Rani down on the carpet and my mouth started traveling down kissing every part of her body from face to her pussy. I spent some time on her nipples. Finally I settled on the allotted task to mouth fuck her. The others took their role seriously and indulged in all sorts of caresses and kisses imaginable. Sona was already pumping the cocks of Raj and Som. The biggest surprise was when Mona kissed Rani in the mouth. This was a revelation to me. It seemed that both enjoyed that. Rani was already on the verge of Cumming with the multipronged attack on her body. I increased my kissing and sucking and brought her to cum. Her juices covered my mouth. Raj and Som somehow managed not to jerk out. As I got up all others clapped to indicate the end of the round. Rani was exhausted and took some time to recover.

The game continued after a break for snacks to give the participants some energy. Raj and Sona were next. The ritual was similar with some new features like Rani sucking Raj's cock while he was mouth-fucking Sona. The boys were kissing Sona from top to her belly button making her cry with pleasure. Mona was observing us and moving around to find some opening. It was like the tiger dancing around his prey before attacking. Finally, as she could not find such an opening, she started to suck Rani's boobs. This carried out until Sona and Rani both screamed and Raj let out his spray of cum on Rani's face.

Som selected a different position for my girl friend Mona. He made her bend on all four lifting her middle sufficiently for Som to get below at the level of her cunt. He was lying on his back with almost his total body below neck available for the girls to attack and this they did to perfection. It seemed he would loose the race to Mona and would cum before her. However the girls took a break as the boys chose to suck their nipples and finger fuck their cunts. Soon both Rani and Sona were sighing loudly and almost forgot about Som. I liked Sona's cunt and the area around, as it was clean-shaven. I played with her clit and made her cum with a muffled cry. I continued and inserted two fingers in her cunt and started the in out motion until she came a second time. I knew that Mona took a long time to cum when mouth fucked so we got more time to attack the other girls. Raj pointed to the asshole of Sona for my attention and soon my finger that was already well lubricated went inside her asshole. She indicated by her heavy breathing and push that she liked this. I kept a note in my mind for future sex stages. 

Once all were satiated we broke for meals. We took a combined bath and continued our body plays particularly as the bathroom was not very large for three couples to simultaneously take shower.

We had a long break and assembled in the evening for the next stage. The selection routine was kept in abeyance for this stage and the boys got their own girls to fuck. But this had to be done in the presence of all. Not only that but each pair had to bring each other to climax while others watched. Only then the next couple started their fucking routine. The spectators were not allowed to interfere and gave full liberty for the couple to choose the position. 

Raj and Rani chose the missionary position. Som and Sona preferred the reverse, Sona on top of Som. I had Mona doggy style that allowed me to freely play with her magnificent breasts. 

We were sufficiently tired and had to return to city next morning, so I kept other possible sexual encounters reserved for our next visit to my farm. 

I hope the readers would try out this game adding their own variations. The original idea is patented by me and given a name "SEXUAL BRIDGE"!!!!!!! Have fun.