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Light My Fire Ch. 01

By: Jigs



This is a story that explores the dark side of one woman’s desperate search for a lover who could light her fire. To skip directly to her eventual submission to her dominant lover would not to do justice to the depth of that desperation. Accordingly, much of this lengthy first chapter is devoted to an understanding of the frustrations that gripped Rose Anne’s life. Please stay with her as she tells us who she is and why. It is my belief, and certainly my hope, that your patience will be rewarded. For those who cannot wait for the ‘down and dirty’, however, I am simultaneously posting chapters 2 and 3 along with this one.  Whether you prefer the complete story, or only the raw sex…, enjoy…, and don’t forget to vote. Jigs 

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SPINSTER!! What a terrifying word to a female pushing thirty five without prospects. My name is Rose Anne Lombardi. I’m a damn good legal secretary, and I make a decent living for myself. I own a duplex in a good neighborhood that I live in one half of, and rent out the other half as extra income. I own a nice car all paid for. All in all I have a good life, but the years are slipping by and I have no mate. Am I worried about that? You can bet I am. Panicked is a better word. 

Why can’t I find THE man and make him a permanent resident in my bed? I’m not bad looking. I’m even sexy in a healthy Italian sort of way, and altho I may die an old maid, I won’t go into the great beyond as an innocent virgin. The first penis visited in my pussy fifteen years ago, and in the years since others have occasionally dropped in to say hello. 

I haven’t spread my legs for just anybody, but I admit I’ve lost count of exactly how many men have fucked me. Anybody can lose track of such details, and after all, a good Italian Catholic girl doesn’t carve notches on her bed post. My best guess is that I must have shared my bed with about ten to twelve men over the past fourteen years. With all but a couple of those, I have had a continuing relationship of one kind or another, but I was never close to marrying any. 

As the days, months and years slip away without a husband, I can hear my biological clock ticking, and I am becoming ever more fearful that I may miss having a home and family. Well, O.K., I’ll admit a husband, a little white cottage, and a brood of rug rats, are not my only concern about what I am missing as time passes me by. To be totally honest about it, as much as I need a man who will marry me and give me his children, even more desperately I need a man who can light my fire. 

A MAN TO LIGHT MY FIRE!! That’s really what I have wanted since I was thirteen, but I’ve never been able to let go, get laid, and enjoy the occasion. You see, I was raised in a devoutly Catholic home of first generation Italian Americans, and I was educated by the Sisters of Charity in a parochial girl’s school. My conservative parents and the good Sisters filled my head with a Christian morality imported directly from the old country. 

“Sex is dirty.” 

“Men are not to be trusted, they only want one thing from a girl.” 

"A good Italian Catholic girl keeps her knees together and her blouse buttoned.“ 

“A good Italian Catholic girl is a virgin on her wedding night.” 

“A good Italian Catholic girl does the dirty deed only with her husband, and then only because it is her duty to him and the Pope.” 

Well, I was barely out of puberty before I began to suspect all that was so much crap. My early experiments with my own fingers suggested that a girl chaste and pure was missing something..., something important and very enjoyable. I was backsliding fast, and willing to go faster yet, but a lifetime of cultural brainwashing is not that easy to ignore. 

My body blossomed early. I’m no classic beauty, my Italian nose and mouth are too big for that, but my face is passably attractive in an old-fashioned sultry sort of way. I’ve been told that I have a great body. I am tall and full bodied without being fat. I have big boobs with minimum sag, long sexy muscular legs, and a nice ass. Those are feminine assets that attract men as quickly as a beautiful face, maybe even quicker. 

From the time I was thirteen I had lots of young (and some not so young) studs buzzing around me. I enjoyed all that masculine attention, and damnit, I tried hard to act sophisticated and send all the right sexy signals. I fogged up car windows with passionate foreplay in every lover’s lane on the Jersey shore, but I just couldn’t muster the nerve ‘to-go-all-the-way.’ 

All my effort at being a hot chick earned me nothing but a well deserved reputation as a prick tease. Whatever my problem was, however, it was not anything physical. After my date brought me home all frustrated and doubting myself, I would masturbate, and I never failed to orgasm on my own finger.   

What the hell was my problem then? The other girls at the Sister’s of Charity School were able to shrug off the sterile Catholic morality the Nuns handed out. All my friends were growing up quite normally, and one by one they were managing to get themselves married, fucked, and pregnant, not always necessarily in that order. 

Why couldn’t I? Too choosy perhaps? Maybe, but not really. I just couldn’t seem to get over my hang up about having a man lay between my legs and actually stick his ‘thing’ in me. I had been warned about men, and what they wanted from me, until I was a semi-frigid basket case. Still, even as screwed up as I was, I wanted to get laid in the worst way. As tempting as the thought was, however, I just couldn’t bring myself to spread my legs, lay back, and let some stud give me the delicious dirty business. 

As it happened then, I was out of high school a full year before I finally lost my cherry. I was going on 20 years old, earning my own living, and still a reluctant virgin when Mr. Larry Kelly popped my hymen. He was maybe 45, married, prominent in the local society pages, and a wealthy client of the law office where I worked. 

I had never met anyone as smooth and confident as Larry. He wined me, dined me, flattered me, and within two weeks, he had my panties off and was fucking me. Yeah, I was as easy as that for him, but don’t let that mislead you about how it actually happened. It wasn’t altogether Larry’s skill and considerable experience as a cocksman that convinced me to let him stick me.  I’m sure he thought of my deflowering as a seduction, and from his perspective, maybe it was. For me, however, it was more of an experiment. 

It turned out to be an experiment that was less than successful. Eager as I was to try some real sex, the whole thing was disappointing, Not unpleasantly so..., just not all that I expected it to be. I liked what he did to me, and altho the world didn’t shake, some of it felt pretty good. Certainly, I was encouraged enough to keep trying for a better result. 

“Damn,” I thought, “maybe I’m just off to a slow start. Larry has a well shaped, experienced, and suitably functional penis. Surely I can learn to get off on it.” 

And so, I went back for more..., repeatedly. I had nothing to lose by trying. I was on the pill, and my reputation was safe. Larry was not only discrete by nature, he was very careful not to let anyone know he was fucking me lest the jealous bitch he was married to find out. Anyway, to be Larry’s latest mistress was a kick. He was handsome, rich enough to give me expensive trinkets, and he screwed me only at the best hotels. 

Just as important, in my own semi-frigid way, I enjoyed having Larry make love to me. Sometimes he would bring me right up to the edge. I just never fell off the mountain screaming the way I was told a woman was supposed to. Larry was an accomplished lover and he did his best, but every time he put his cock in me I could hear the Sisters of Charity whispering in my ear, “no, no, naughty girl, dirty, dirty.” 

With a young girl carrying that kind of Catholic guilt as baggage, the poor guy never had a chance.  Hard as Larry tried..., and he tried damned hard..., he just couldn’t give me the orgasm I wanted so badly. I understood where the problem was, and I never blamed him for my failure. Hell, I thought I loved the guy, and even tho not fully satisfied, I was inexperienced enough to be proud of being the secret lover-on-the-side of a big shot in the social and financial worlds. 

I thought I was the whole problem, and surely an older lover with Larry’s experience should be able to teach me how to be a real woman. The truth was, however, for all his previous history as a cocksman, Larry didn’t really understand sex much better than I did. There were a couple of times I think I could have made it with him if only he had used his tongue and fingers just a bit longer. I was far too shy and hung up to ask, but I needed him to put his mouth over my sex, his hands on my tits, and just stay there until I could build a climax. 

He never did that for me tho. Always way sooner than I could get off he would take his mouth and fingers away, and crawl between my legs and fuck my cunt with his cock. Larry’s eagerness to have his cock in my pussy may have been just selfishness on his part, but probably not. He was otherwise a man too conscientious and considerate for that to be likely. Looking back on it, I think he simply believed it was a reflection on his masculinity to bring a woman off by manual and oral manipulation rather than with his penis. Its a shame, but a lot of men believe that. 

Anyway, Larry kept on banging me as best he knew how for about a year, and he never gave me "the big O”. Finally he quit trying and traded me in for a skinny little blond twit of a fashion model with a factory installed automatic orgasm. It’s hard on a girl’s morale to lose her first love, but I had known all along that being a married man’s secret mistress does not promise any thing very permanent. 

Once the ice had been broken along with my hymen, I found it easier to taste test the buffet of masculinity that is out there waiting for a single girl. Unfortunately, It was pretty much the same story with all the others who I let fuck me.

Nor did it seem to matter whether I was involved in an affair, or legitimate courtship.  Even Eddie Jerrit couldn‘t pull my trigger even tho he sincerely thought he wanted to marry me. I was thirty by the time Eddie came along. He was barely twenty, and I suspect I was his first piece of ass. Certainly, I was his first regular one, and he had no idea that I was faking my orgasms. 

Eddie was sure he was in love with me. He wasn’t. He was in love with having a warm place to put his dick as a regular thing.  Truth was, poor dumb Eddie didn’t have a clue about much of anything. He kept proposing, and I kept refusing. As bad as I needed a husband, I knew, even if Eddie didn’t, that I was only a young man’s fling with an older woman. The time finally came when dear sweet dumb Eddie began to suspect that my passion wasn’t for real. That he wasn’t actually a natural born, prime, A-Number-One-Cocksman, was more than his young ego could take, and he gave up on me, just like all my lovers have. 

Now, don’t go getting the wrong idea. I may not orgasm very readily, but I’m not a cold fish either. My sexual responses have improved some with experience, and I surely do enjoy having a man in my bed. I get goose bumps when a male finger or tongue probes my pussy, and strokes at my clit. I love to have my nipples sucked, the longer the better, and it sure feels good to have a man on top of me with his weight between my legs holding me down. 

If the guy is really good, willing to take his time with lots of foreplay, and a dick that last and lasts, chances are I can grab an occasional weak orgasm. It just that I have never had one of those panting, screaming, earth shaking, mind shattering big O’s that my girl friends have told me about. 

God, what I wouldn’t have given for just one of those. Indeed, what this little story is about is just what I WAS willing to give. 

Until just lately my most recent my sexual dalliance was with Alan Seeger. When Alan began fucking me, he was a senior partner in a local law firm, and I was his secretary. Like my very first lover, Alan was older, and damn near a professional Don Juan. All the time he was dipping his prick in me, he had a wife and at least one other mistress. I knew from the day I met him that Alan was a pussy hound with the morals of a Arab pimp. There was nothing permanent possible here, and safe from both scandal and commitment, I could accept our affair for what it was to Alan..., just a little meaningless nookie on the sly in some sleazy motel. 

Somehow as the years went by, sex had became easier for me when I could get it down and dirty like that, thumbing my nose as it were at the Sisters of Charity. Alan was a great lover, at least that was the consensus by a whole army of women whose opinion was based on personal experience. I too enjoyed his bedroom technique, and occasionally he even got me off. Like the others, however, he never gave me that overwhelming shattering erotic climax that I have heard so much about.

Unlike Larry Kelly, however, Alan was neither conscientious nor considerate. He was a cheap bastard, notorious for screwing his secretaries in more ways than just with his dick. Not only did he always take his women to the cheapest, most tawdry, disgustingly dirty, hotels and motels for his hanky-panky, he also wouldn’t pay a decent salary to his secretaries, even one that was sleeping with him. 

Eventually, just as did all the other secretaries he had fucked before me, I left him for a job that paid a living wage. Once I was gone, I was out of sight, out of mind, and quickly off Alan’s busy cocksman’s schedule. That was about six months ago, and I haven’t had a man in my bed since. I must admit that I have missed Alan’s hard working penis. Poor pay or not, maybe I wouldn’t have left if I had known how horny I would be without him.

I was on the third set of new batteries for my vibrator when out of the blue, Alan called me for a date. I was momentarily all aflutter, but it turned out that Alan wasn’t calling because he hungered for my body. No, some young buck right out of Law School had joined his firm, and Alan, the natural born pimp that he is, was trying to keep the young guy around with sex instead of money. He needed me to get his kid lawyer a date with a cute young blond thing in the office where I now worked. 

That wasn’t a very flattering reason for renewing old acquaintances, but I thought, ‘what the hell?” So what if Alan Seeger is a worthless piece of shit! I knew that after the children went home, he would take me straight to bed where he would play with my tits, and fill my pussy with his cock. I had been sleeping alone for too long, and I really needed somebody to do that for me. So, in my desperation I agreed to pimp for Alan’s young stud. 

Except when I met the young stud, Clyde Horner, I couldn’t help but drool a little. He was younger than I, but not by as much as Eddie Jerrit had been. A twice decorated Marine platoon leader in Viet Nam, this Clyde was certainly no green kid. 

At almost six feet five inches tall, and 250 pounds, he was too much like a big amiable bear to be called handsome. His appearance tho, was as misleading as his unlikely name. Handsome is one thing, and masculine sex appeal is another. Hidden behind that hick name, his “aw shucks ma’am, I’m just a country boy” act, and delightful southern accent, was just about the sexiest man I had ever met. 

Alan took the four of us to the best and most expensive local bistro for a four star meal and a great floor show (all on some client’s expense account I’m sure). We all ate, drank, laughed, and danced. It was the very best kind of fun evening. All the while, however, my mind was on what would happen later. Clyde would probably wet his cock in the pussy of the blond bimbo I had provided for him, and I was green with envy. I could only hope she wasn’t as smitten with Clyde as I was. Maybe she would be stupid enough not to let him fuck her on the first date.  

Eventually my evening went just as I had known it would. After the floor show we split up, and my old boss took me straight back to my place, and fucked the bejabbers out of me. With my legs wrapped around Alan’s waist, I tried to pretend that it was Clyde Horner’s dick I had in my cunt. With the help of that fantasy, I had a small orgasm, but I couldn’t help but wonder what my dreamboat was doing at that very moment. Was his head between the legs of that snippy bitch licking her blond pussy? That picture in my mind’s eye was enough to ruin my evening.

The next Monday the slut was non-committal about that part of her blind date, but she had a smug satisfied smile on her face that I didn’t like. Three weeks went by, and Clyde hadn’t called me. Damn! Damn! I thought the way I had gushed over him in front of Allen would have given him a hint about how hot I was for his body. Maybe he was too busy fucking that little blond whore. Well, if he wouldn’t call, there was only one thing left to do. I would throw myself at him shamelessly. Faint heart never got fair lady laid. 

And so, one Friday morning at work, too horny to care what he might think of me, I put my pride on hold and called him. I was so coy on the phone it was sickening. I suggested that if he was free after work I could meet him at Doc’s Place for a drink. This was a pretty outrageous thing for a good Italian Catholic girl to be doing, and I held my breath when my offer was met with a long silence on the other end of the phone. Then to my huge relief, he said he would meet me there at five thirty.

Doc’s Place is home base for the swinging singles set of our town, particularly right after work on a Friday night. For a couple of hours Clyde and I were a part of the swirling crowd, exchanging sexy pick up lines and bawdy talk with the horny Friday night regulars at the bar. We had an number of good belts of Jack Black, and properly loosened up, the two of us walked romantically hand in hand down the street to a steak house. After more drinks with dinner, we wound up back at my duplex where I opened a fresh fifth. Like they say, ‘candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker’!

Sure enough, before long he had me laid out on the couch with my blouse off, and my bra down around my waist. He took his shirt off too, and it did feel so good when his strong arms hugged my breasts against his hairy chest. Soon thereafter he had his hand up my dress and into my panties. I tried hard to put on a proper front. Even when he stripped off my panties and stroked my bare pussy, I was still struggling, and saying ‘no-no-no,’ the way a good Catholic virgin should. 

The moment of truth came, however, when he opened his fly and pulled out a sizable hard-on that he obviously wanted me to suck. I was impressed. It was as big as any cock I had ever seen in the flesh, but I don’t do blow jobs, certainly not on a first date. Rather than suck him, I quickly gave up on preserving my fictional reputation, and suggested we adjourn to my bedroom. 

By then he was fully erect and his hard-on was sticking straight out his fly like the jib of a big four masted schooner. He didn’t resist a bit when I took a firm grip on that thing and used it to pull him up from the couch and toward my bed. In our drunken stagger down the hall, his fingers found the zipper on my skirt and the last of my clothing dropped away before we ever reached the bedroom door. 

Naked as a jay bird, I took a seat on the edge of my bed trying hard to be sophisticated but not very experienced and knowledgeable about what we were getting ready to do. Flustered as I was by my nudity and the huge penis that was bobbing up and down right at my eye level, I doubt I was very successful. Moreover my little act was complicated by Clyde’s insistence on that blow job I had avoided back on the couch. 


Light My Fire Ch. 01



I still wasn’t going to do that, and I dodged the bullet by busying myself taking off his shoes. Before he could again make an issue of sucking him, I once more grabbed his cock, and pulled him to me. As I fell backwards on the bed I spread my legs, and he fell quite naturally in the saddle between my raised knees..., right where I wanted him.

As much as I liked where he was, I went through the motions of protesting my innocence one last time. He put a quick stop to that by grabbing my wrists and forcing my arms back over my head and holding them there. On my back with this big strong man on top of me, I felt like I had been captured by some sexy barbarian who would soon fuck me as his prize of war. 

I would not have admitted it at the time, even to myself, but as things later turned out, this was exactly what I had wanted all along..., a barbarian who would pin me to the bed, spread my legs and use me, not by my consent as a woman, but by his right as a man.   

Clyde was every bit as delightful a lover as I imagined he would be. Even tho a little drunk, he was still careful and conscientious about his foreplay. He sucked my nipples for the longest time, something that I enjoy very much, before turning my arms loose and moving his head down into my crotch where he spent equal time with his mouth on my pussy. 

God, but he felt good! Any normal woman would have gotten off on that talented tongue, but I couldn’t quite make it even tho I pretended I had. Of course before we fucked, he wanted me to reciprocate in kind. He pinned my upper arms with his knees, lifted his hips over my face and pushed his big hard-on against my lips, pressing me to take him down my throat.

I just couldn’t do it. Thanks to the good Sisters, blow jobs just haven’t ever been my thing. I have occasionally sucked on the dick of a steady lover, but only reluctantly, tentatively, and usually very briefly. Once, when Allan absolutely insisted, I sucked him to completion, but when he finished in my mouth, I couldn’t bring myself to swallow his jism. All that salty goo turned my stomach, and I gagged, then spit it out. That, I quickly discovered, is a turn off to a man. 

Oh, damn men all to hell anyway! Who cares what they want! I certainly wasn’t going to give this guy a blow job on our first date, sexy barbarian or not. I turned my head away, and despite Clyde’s insistence, I refused to take him in my mouth.

If he was disappointed, he didn’t let it show. He acted as if he understood, and if he couldn’t have my mouth, he damn sure meant to have full use of my pussy. His hips were soon back between my legs and that monster member of his was prodding and poking at my slit. I was pretty wet by then, but I knew something that big shoved up my twat was going to hurt me if I didn’t help. 

I reached down between us with one hand to guide the big plum head of his hard-on into my cunt, and I spread my legs as wide as I could, trying to make it easy for him. It took a minute or two, but he was persistent, and with a constant pressure, his great rod gradually split me open. 

My God, but he was HUGE. Never before has my poor pussy been so stretched. He just kept pushing, prying my cunt apart. Deeper and deeper he went until he reached a place inside me where none of my other lovers have ever been. His hips began to move, driving his shaft in, then pulling it away, but never quite out. With each stroke I could feel the silky skin of that great male piston rub against my clit. It hurt me some at first to be so stretched, but I felt so erotically female that my pain soon disappeared replaced by an ache for more..., altho for more what..., I couldn’t exactly tell you. 

Sometime, just when I don’t remember, his big hands once more seized my wrists and stretched my arms to the top of the bed. None of my previous lovers had ever made me feel so helpless…, so vulnerable…, so completely female. My arms pinned over my head, my pussy hung on his cock, I was his captive, his female to use as he wished. Why did this man make me feel so..., so..., taken. Somewhere deep in my ovaries I could feel an orgasm alive and growing, but as always, except for a small quiver or two, it remained hidden back there, never quite coming out.

None the less, Clyde worked long and hard (if you will excuse the pun) to pleasure me, and although I never did have anything more than my usual weak little cum, I put on what I thought was an academy award performance of a woman in a continuous climax. After his ejaculation in my cunt, he continued to lay on top of me for the longest time, his softening cock still inside me, soaking in our juices. He kissed my lips, eyes, throat, and breasts, as if to thank me for what I had given him. It all felt so good that right then I didn’t even care that I hadn’t had ‘the big O’ I had been waiting a lifetime for. 

At long last, however, he rolled off me, and we lay there in the dark enjoying our after sex ‘joints’. After a while, however, he raised himself on his elbow, looked into my eyes, and said, “you didn’t get off did you?”

Well what could I say. I started to lie and claim that I had, but one look into those deep blue eyes of his, and I could tell he would know I was lying. 

“No I didn’t, I never do,” I admitted. 

I have never discussed my sexual problem with any of my former lovers, or anyone else for that matter. I certainly didn’t have any intention of baring my soul to this semi-stranger the first time he banged me, but somehow I couldn’t keep my distress bottled up inside me anymore. It all came flooding out, all about my parents, the watchful Nuns, how guilty I was about wanting and enjoying sex, and how ashamed I was to jump into bed with him like this on our first date. 

I could see a little smile break across his face as I went on with my story, and finally he said, “Things don’t have to be this way. If you will trust me, I can change all that for you.”

“How?” I asked. “In God’s name, how?”

“Easy enough, if you will go along with it” he answered. “You were taught by the Sisters of Charity that sex is dirty. You were taught that sex was for procreation only, never something to enjoy. You were taught to feel guilty about your most normal and natural urges. You were warned repeatedly to never allow a man to be in control because he would take advantage of those urges. 

All that, every bit of it, contradicts every instinct mother nature gave you at birth. Your recovery from those crippling lies and brainwashing is simple enough. You must be reprogrammed to give yourself up totally to your male lover. With that new mental attitude your body will respond the way mother nature meant it to.”

“But, how will you reprogram me?” I asked. “What’s the catch..., and what do you mean ‘If I will go along with it?’ If its so easy, why wouldn’t I go along with it?” 

“Well,” he began, “undoing a lifetime of training will require a change in the way you look at men, and your acceptance of some things you might find unpleasant at first. It will be much like learning to eat broccoli after a lifetime of hating it. Specifically, the essence of your reprogramming will be to deny you any choice about when, where, and how, you have sex. You must turn over all control of your body to a lover firm enough to make you his sex toy, his to fuck anywhere and anytime he wants.” 

“That is the key, you must not have any option, or any choice, about the sex your lover might demand of you. In the bedroom your lover can not be your partner in the politically correct modern way. He can only be your master according to nature’s ancient rules. You must submit! You must become his slut! You must relearn the natural kind sex males and females primeval have enjoyed for thousands of years. Only by giving yourself up to your lover to be taken by his cock, will you be able to unlock those orgasms you haven’t been able to reach.”

“Nature’s ancient rules…, submission...., taken by his cock…, you are flat crazy,” I told him. “That isn’t making love! That is rape! That is medieval slavery, pure and simple.” 

I waited a moment before I added, “Anyway, I don’t think I would like being raped.”

“No, it won’t be rape exactly..., Oh, in the beginning some physical restraint may be necessary, although to be bound and helpless may not be as bad as you think. Have your ever been stripped and tied to the bed unable to prevent your lover from doing whatever he wanted with your body?” 

I was shaking my head, incredulous at the idea, but truthfully, just a bit titillated by the picture that popped into my head.

“No, you haven’t? You don’t know what you have missed. A woman is by her nature her lover’s sexual plaything. Tied like that, the rope is an aphrodisiac perhaps, but nothing else. You see, it is not the rope that holds the woman’s legs apart..., It is her natural sensual desire and submissive nature that binds her to the bed. It is being helpless and taken, hard fucked by a male warrior, the way male and female have cohabited for thousands of years, that makes resistance impossible. The feminists will tell you that is the way animals do it. Well, we are animals, and we make ourselves unhappy when we try to be something else.” 

I asked, “Suppose I don’t like being ‘taken and hard fucked by a male warrior?’ Can I change my mind? What if I want to be turned loose?”  

“There is no agreement upon the details,” he replied, “but if I am the one who reprograms you, yes anytime you want to quit, you can. I will give you only the one chance, however. If you do quit on me, I’m out of your life forever.  You must not even think about quitting. Think about how great it will be if I am right, and sexual submission is your chance to escape your hang ups. Give it a fair test. Believe me, one taste of what real sex can be like, and you won’t care that your sex life is no longer in your control nor politically correct.”

“Well...,” I said doubtfully, “Lets say this reprogramming of yours does turn me on. Do you mean to tell me that an orgasm or two will overcome what I have struggled with for a lifetime?

“Oh no,” he answered, “There will certainly be intermittent pangs of shame and regret. For a while the good Nuns will live on in the back of your head telling you that anything that feels so good must be sinful. For a while you may feel that you are a traitor to the progress that women have made in social equality. You will get past those doubts, however. You will get past them because it is a good thing to be a woman in bed with a man using her body outragessly.” 

Anyway, I will not allow you to slip back into your guilt. At the first sign it is returning, I will wash it away your sin with prompt punishment that will be both corporeal and sensual. With punishment comes penitence! With penitence comes redemption! The Pope knows. It has been Christian dogma for two thousand years that regression and failure are inevitable but completely acceptable if the sinner is properly punished for his or her transgressions. You know the bit. You grew up with it..., confessional, penitence, purgatory, all that stuff.”

“Punishment?” I mused.  It had never occurred to me before that I might ever let myself be punished by a man. But this guy is talking about slavery. Slaves are chattels. They are expected to obey and please their owners, and they are punished when they do not. I had read a good many trashy novels that had been very explicit about how harem girls were whipped if they failed to sexually service their masters or resisted their bondage. 

“No way,” I answered.  “We are back to rape again.” 

“Not at all,” he responded quietly. “Rape is by definition forcing a woman to have sex. The submission I am talking about may not always be entirely voluntary, but it is never actually forced. There is a sensual pleasure in sexual submission that easily overwhelms the woman and makes the force imposed upon her both reasonable and irrelevant.” 

“A woman in a harem may have no choice but to have sex with her Sultan, but that doesn’t mean she is being constantly raped. To the contrary, as time goes on, her feminine libido is heightened by her erotic bondage. She can not help but dwell on the way she is used, just as you will, and those mental images set fire to her cunt, just as they will yours. In the end, she will beg for her Sultan’s cock just as you will surely beg for mine. A woman who begs to be fucked is not being raped.” 

“True,” he continued, “if you do not submit, then I must see to it that you do, but that is the natural order of things between male and female. A woman is a receptacle for the male penis. She can not truly “make love” to a man without giving herself to him unconditionally for at least those critical moments of copulation and orgasm. Her own sensuality, and her own pleasure, is too entwined with his, and too dependent upon the surrender of her body. Indeed that is the essence of their union. If, therefore, you fail to surrender of your own volition, I will enforce it.”

“The erotic signals between male and female are very ancient and deeply engraved on our genes. Every woman who has ever felt the weight of a real man on top of her knows that. Rudolph Valintino couldn’t act a lick and his plots were absurd. What made him a movie star were the erotic day dreams of his female audience about a lusty, if unlikely, nomad who captures them, carries them off, and fucks them, even it the movies couldn’t make the last part explicit.”

“Don’t you shake your head at me. Do you remember how you felt when I held your wrists over your head as I fucked you?” 

“Well, not me,” I protested, “and the way I felt had nothing to do with your holding my arms.” I had to stretch the truth some there for the sake of my argument.  “I for one, don’t day dream about lusty nomads, and I’m not going to let myself be abused for some man’s pleasure.” 

“Oh don’t tell me that,” he fired back at me. “I know better. I saw something quite different in your eyes as I held you down under me. Unless you surrender yourself to your man’s pleasure, you can never really have any of your own. There is no other way.” 

“If you are to rediscover your natural, but seriously repressed, instincts, someone must make you do all sorts of shockingly sexy things the good nuns said were dirty and demeaning. True, you are likely to be embarrassed, shamed, and humiliated, but the one thing you won’t feel is guilt. How could you be guilty? Your lusty Valintino will simply be enforcing his passion on you, and you have no choice but respond in kind. You are, therefore, free to enjoy the eroticism of what he makes you do. Give it a chance. I promise this is an idea that will grow on you.”

“But,” I continued to argue, “This is Twentieth Century America. You are not a lusty nomad, and I am not a harem girl. Nor do I think I want to become one either.”

“Oh but you do,” he continued. “Tonight you turned away and refused to blow me. To have serviced my prick with me straddling your throat would have been too servile, too humbling, too politically incorrect. You can’t handle that now, but you will learn. Sucking a man’s cock is a damned erotic thing for the woman as well as the man. Why? Because a woman with a mouthful of cock is the very symbol and essence of surrender and submission. Because humbling herself that way makes sex better for the both of them, that is why!”

“I have just never liked to suck a man, that’s all,” I interjected defensively.

“I’ll bet you don’t,” Clyde went on, “but that dislike isn’t in your nature, it is in your head, put there by the good Sisters. The real truth is that a woman is never so sensual and sexily female as when her lips are stretched around a penis. Until now, foolish social convention and prudish Christian doctrine have caused you to deny your natural instincts to do the things necessary for successful sex. The price of that denial has been your inability to orgasm. Your first step toward freedom and orgasms is to get on your knees and beg me for the privilege of sucking me off and swallowing my cum.” 

“Why you male chauvinist pig,” I called him, interrupting his arrogance. “I will never do any such thing. No woman should have to degrade herself like that, not in this day and time.” 

“No,” he argued, “now you are talking politics. I am not advocating female submission generally, but only in bed. Politics, social culture, and economics have nothing to do with sex necessarily. If women want to be lawyers and doctors, even fighter pilots, well and good. Ambition and advancement are good things, and should be encouraged.” 

“At the same time, however, the sexual relationship between male and female is another thing entirely. Political slogans and agendas about equality between the sexes simply shouldn’t be applied to the bedroom. Some feminists will not admit that because they are every bit as screwed up sexually as you are, while those who aren’t are afraid that such an admission might be misunderstood as a retreat from ‘the cause’.” 

“It is sad that for most professional feminists, the classic image of a woman on her back with her legs spread wide begging her man to fuck her is too servile to accept even if limited to that one and singular application. There is no point in even commenting on what Gloria Steinhem thinks of a woman who would kneel before her man to give him a slutty blow job.” 

“Yet, isn’t it on her back or on her knees, where the woman almost always ends up when having good sex? Can good sex really be immoral or socially unacceptable? Isn’t the submission of a woman to a cock nothing more than nature at work? Sex is a very old game, and it has its own rules that do not change with the fads of the society we live in. Gloria has a point about equal pay for equal work, but what does that have to do with penises inside vaginas?”  

I couldn’t bring myself to say so aloud, but he had made a compelling point. Without any real rebuttal, I didn’t know quite what to say next.  The silent tension in the room was so thick I could almost stir it. Finally, I asked, “and if I do agree to all this, what will I be letting myself in for? Tell me, exactly what you will do to me?”

“Simple enough,” was his quick answer. “At first I will tie you to your bed. Once you are helpless, I will play with you until you orgasm. You will find that the submission I have compelled has made easy what you have always found to be difficult. Without any reason for guilt, you will want more. Like a horse gradually broken to saddle, before I am done, your obedience will be voluntary. Soon thereafter you will do all manner of sexy, erotic, dirty things beyond the imagination of those Nuns who haunt your conscience.” 

“Indeed, there is a danger here that I ought to warn you about. Sex is addictive. Your servitude that began as a charade, only a pleasant game, may become a reality. Being unfamiliar with real sexual pleasure you may confuse desire with romance. If so, at the end of your retraining you may indeed become my concubine, my love slave, bound to me not by ropes and chains, but by your desire for my cock that you have mistaken for love.”

I said nothing, and Clyde continued, “Therein lies the catch. When I take away your hang ups, I take away your ability to control your own sexual persona as well. You would not be the first woman to find herself hooked on cock. Indeed, few women return to the icy world of full independence after they have been well fucked. One must be careful about addiction of any kind.”

“I don’t know about all this,” I stammered. “I don’t like to be abused and I’m not going to be anyone’s slave, not even in a game.”

“Well,” Clyde responded, “its entirely up to you. That is a caution to which I certainly concur. You should consider the matter carefully. Perhaps I am wrong and submission really isn’t for you, or perhaps I am just not the right man to see to it, but I sincerely believe it is the only solution to your Catholic guilt. If you are willing, my guess is that you can quite easily, probably on the first night, have one of those big time orgasms you want so badly, but it is up to you.” 




Light My Fire Ch. 01



“And, if I refuse, what then?” I interrupted to ask. 

“Well, perhaps you will change your mind later. I am certainly in no hurry, and I really don’t care one way or the other. Until you decide, we will continue to have friendly dates. You know the usual things, dinner, the movies, then a little heavy petting on the couch. I will not fuck you again, however, until you have sincerely begged me to do so. It would only reinforce the hang ups you already have if I let you use my cock without submitting to it.” 

“Well,” I broke in again, angrily accusing, “Well! You’re certainly an arrogant S.O.B.”

“Not at all,” Clyde answered. “Please forgive me if I come off that way. Its just that to be successful, these things must be done in a certain way. Even your agreement to be reprogrammed must be choreographed just so.”

“And how is that, Clyde? How should I signify my consent to your snake oil psychiatry?” I asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

“If and when you decide to submit, you will have ready the training tools I will need..., a big dildo, a couple of vibrators, a limber switch I will use to punish any disobedience, a scarf for a blindfold, and a half dozen or so four to six foot lengths of soft cotton rope..., a good quality indoor clothes line will do fine. You will also need a wide leather dog collar to mark you as a sex slave.” 

“Also, as my harem concubine, you must be nude and collared when you greet me at the door. Free access to your body is essential if I am to teach you that no matter what the Nuns told you, nothing about sex is really shameful. You must grant me the privilege to use your body however I may wish. As we have our before dinner drinks, and after dinner coffee, and even during our meal, I will take full advantage of that privilege by playing with your boobs and pussy.” 

“Good God no, I won’t do that. I won’t. I can’t let a man treat me like that. Its too degrading and humiliating.” I was almost breathless in my denial.

“Ah, but I think you will!” Clyde went on as if I had said nothing. “Every woman has wondered what it would be like to be the abused prisoner of some commanding stud. It is such a sexy thought. A naked woman, all ablush, her legs trembling as she permits an arrogant fully dressed man to play with her nipples and finger her clit. Submission like that can be so terribly exotic. How could you resist trying it? What better introduction into an evening of raw satisfying sex might I offer you? Think about it! Anyway, there are good reasons for what I demand:” 

“First of all, my terms for your surrender are humbling enough that I can be certain your decision to accept them is meaningful and sincere.” 

“Second, your humiliation is the shock treatment that will loosen the grip of the Sisters of Charity. You have been theirs up to now. If I am to take over, you must accept that I am the one who owns you. When you are serving my dinner naked even tho I am fully dressed; when you spread your legs in order that I might run my finger up and down your slit as you pour my coffee; then there will be no doubt that it is I, not Mother Superior, who is in control.”  

“Third, you will need something to think about as you decide what to do. Right now you are positive that you will never do any such thing, but you are intrigued at the possibility. There is something so damn tantalizingly sexy about the picture. Tomorrow and the days after you will dwell on that scene in your mind’s eye. You will wonder what it might be like to be naked and trying to put my plate down before me while I caress your thighs and breasts, or perhaps run a hand between your legs?”

“Perhaps, however, I am not giving you the complete story. Do you know what will happen when I am finished with my meal? Well, let me fill in the dots for you to think about! I will tie you to your bed. While you lay there on your back spread-eagled and helpless, I will manually stimulate you to orgasms. These may not be as shattering as the ones that will come later, but I assure you they will be intense.” 

“How will I do that? I will tease you with my hands and mouth. I will French kiss you, suck your nipples, lick your neck, and nibble on your thighs.  I will plunge my tongue into your every hole, your mouth, your ears, your pussy, your ass.  I will bite your clit and put hickeys on your boobs. I will finger fuck you, dildo fuck you, and vibrator fuck you, until your pussy is in spasms. I will play with your body and your mind until you are racked by an orgasm the like of which you have always wanted but never had before.”  

“But a single orgasm will not be enough. I will be pitiless. I will keep those orgasms coming, one after the other, until having my cock becomes your obsession. You will not refuse to suck me then. Indeed, you will beg to do so, and you will willingly swallow my ejaculation.” 

“Can you imagine what it might be like Rose Anne? Can you see yourself on the bed? You are tied, arms and legs spread eagled. You are naked and I am sitting astride your breasts. As my fingers tickle the pits under your arms, my hips are thrusting my dick forward toward your raised head. By straining your neck with all your might, your lips just barely capture the tip. Your neck muscles ache from exertion. Never the less you nibble and suck eagerly upon the tiny taste of my penis I allow you.” 

“Finally I offer you a larger portion of male meat, and you can suck on the full head, locking your lips behind the glans. No! No!! You are too greedy. I pull my hips away. My still soft member slips from your lips. The salty acrid taste of my pre-cum stays in your mouth reminding you of your loss. You whimper in distress and protest at losing me.” 

“You beg me to fuck you. I may or may not do so. After all, this is only the beginning. Your training will go on for many nights. Always, I will be he one who decides when and how and by whom you get fucked. I am confident, however, that in the end you will free yourself from your Catholic guilt, and that it will be my pleasure to fuck you often..., and very much to your pleasure also I might add.” 

“And, when the time comes that you have totally surrendered, I will shame you regularly so that you do not relapse into old habits. It will not be easy for you. I will insist that you use your sexiest female wiles to earn my meat. I will make you crawl naked to me, begging to be fucked in your cunt, in your mouth, and in your ass. I will strip you bare and make you dance for me, masturbating, and flopping your big tits in time with the music. You will be my sex slave, my toy, I will do with your body as I please..., AND YOU WILL ENJOY IT ALL IMMENSELY.”

“My God! You ARE crazy,” I interrupted. I couldn’t think of any other response to such an outrageous proposal.

“No, I’m not crazy at all. How can you know what real sex is like if nobody shows you? You must think on these things.” 

“Consider what sweet tortures I will subject your helpless and naked body to.” 

“Consider what it will be like to sit astride my thighs with my penis buried in your cunt as I reach for and squeeze those big sensitive jugs of yours in my two hands.” 

“Consider how good it will feel to bounce up and down on my rod until a great orgasm washes over you.” 

“Consider being on your hands and knees, your full breasts dangling beneath you, jerking and swaying with every stroke of my dick as I dog fuck you.” 

“Submission to a man is serious and humbling, sometimes even humiliating, but think on it, the rewards are considerable.”

I just sat there, my mouth open, wondering what to tell this madman. Of course I wouldn’t do those things. I just couldn’t. But Clyde’s description had been so vivid. From somewhere deep in my imagination the first incomplete pictures of sweet little Rose Anne in a sexual frenzy began to flicker in my mind’s eye. A quiet voice in the back of my head was whispering to me how good it might be. 

Somewhere in the back of my head a little voice whispered, “Try it Rose Anne, what do you have to lose? Nothing else has worked.” 

As Clyde dressed to go home, we hardly spoke. I was struggling with the images of being tied and teased to an endless orgasm, and he was content to allow me to do so. Clyde kissed me hard at the door as we said good night. His tongue probing my mouth made me hungry to have it licking my pussy again. He said he would be back on Friday evening a week from now. We would go to the movies he said..., unless of course I wanted to do something different. 

“SOMETHING DIFFERENT!” Those words hung in the air, pregnant with possibilities. In that moment I could see myself so clearly. I am naked and tied face down in my bed, a running vibrator shoved into my wet pussy, and a dildo up my ass. Clyde is preparing me for the butt fucking he has promised when the football game he is watching on TV is over.

I was so engrossed in wondering what it might be like to be a love slave, I could hardly do my work as the days slowly passed until the next Friday. All those dirty pictures that Clyde had planted in my mind came flooding back, along with others equally sexy that were created by my own imagination. Every evening, as soon as I got home, I masturbated in the shower. 

I left work early Wednesday afternoon and dropped by a hardware store and a sex shop to buy the equipment Clyde said I was to have. By no means had I decided to give in to his extraordinary experiment with my body, but I thought I ought to be prepared if the last minute should catch me still on the fence. 

By Thursday, my nerves were shot and I was beside myself.  Friday morning was no better, and my nervous exhaustion became worse as the day wore on. The appointed time was almost here. Clyde would be at my door at seven this evening. How would I greet him?

*********************

Clyde returned Friday evening just as he said he would. I did not greet him at the door in the nude. Clyde showed no reaction to at my refusal to play his game, and he never asked why I had not consented to be "retrained." 

We went to the movies. I was so on edge, I couldn't tell you the name of the picture or anything about it. I sat there in the darkened theater while my own movie ran through my head. 

In my imagination I was the star. I was on my knees on the floor at the foot of my bed. Each knee was tied to a leg of the bed spreading my thighs. Each of my arms was pulled to an edge of the headboard stretching the upper half of my body taught across the bed. My pussy and ass hole were open and defenseless. Clyde was fucking my butt hole. When he was through he whipped my ass and the back of my thighs with the limber switch I had ready for him. I was sobbing, but he refused to stop until I offered to suck him off and swallow his cum. My daydream raced on like that uninterrupted by the action on the screen. 

Driving home we hardly spoke. I'm sure Clyde could guess what was going through my mind. Once back in my living room with the lights and music low, we lay together on the couch. He removed my blouse and bra, and stroked and petted my breasts. His hands felt so good, but not as good as when he again opened his own shirt and pressed my breast against his bare chest. 

Still, he was cool, even a little distant. Distant or not, however, he was pushing all the right buttons. My cunt was on fire, and I even had a small climax as we lay there. That did it! On my own initiative I pulled down the zipper on his fly, reached into his shorts, and pulled out his cock. I could hardly believe what I was doing, but I was so horny. Totally out of character, I slipped off the couch onto the floor, ready to take that big slab of male meat in my mouth. 

"No, no," Clyde said as he pulled my head away. "You forget my terms of surrender..., when you open the door you must be naked, a girl from the seraglio ready to submit to her fate..., it is the only way." He stood up abruptly, put his penis back in his pants, buttoned his shirt, and walked to the front door. 

"I will be back at seven next Friday evening," he told me. "It is up to you, another movie, a little petting..., or something different." 

'SOMETHING DIFFERENT!'  There were those words again. Something to light my fire perhaps? After he left I broke down and cried.

At work the next week, I was even more distraught than before. I was such a mess that several of the girls, and even my boss who never notices anything, asked me if there was something wrong. By early afternoon on Friday, I had decided to do what I must. 

When the door bell rang that night I was naked and wearing my dog collar as he demanded. I opened the door cautiously, careful to stand well back, safely out of sight of neighbors and passers by. Clyde would have none of it. He sternly demanded that I step forward in the open doorway with the light behind me. My blush of embarrassment ran from by toes to my hair line. Clyde made me stand there for what seemed an eternity before he came in and took a seat in an easy chair.

I closed the door quickly and turned to face him. "Well now," he said, "Do I have to teach you how a harem girl greets her Sultan! On your knees..., and where are the things I asked you to have ready?" 

Oh yes, the dildos, rope and stuff. I had left them in the bedroom. 

Clyde frowned and growled at me. "This will not do Rose Anne my darling. You are ashamed of these things and how they will be used so you have hidden them away. You must face up to your perception that a woman submitting to have sex with a man is something shameful. That perception is what I am trying to teach you to overcome." 

He paused then, before continuing in the sharp demanding tone of an unhappy first sergeant. "Speaking of shame, I'm not going to tell you again! Get the hell on your hands and knees.  Crawl over here between my legs. Take my cock out, kiss it and apologize for being such a sorry excuse for a woman who wants to be fucked."

This wasn't much fun! I considered telling him to get the hell out of my house. I didn't, however, and for some reason I can't explain, I dutifully crawled on my knees to where he stood, unzipped his fly and took out a flaccid cock that was just beginning to harden. As I said before, I don't care for oral sex, but I shut my eyes and kissed the big plum head of his penis. 

Swallowing what pride I had left, I apologized in a pitiful whine, "Clyde, I'm sorry. I'm new to this business. Please forgive me. I will do better." 

"All right, put it back in my pants and zip me." There was that demanding tone of voice again. "In the future you will call me Sir." 

I apologized again, calling him 'Kind Sir' this time. 

With his pants re-zipped Clyde took a seat at the table and announced, "I'll have my dinner now." 

He was quite right when he told me that this was going to be embarrassing. I must have been beet red all over as I brought out the meal I had so carefully prepared.

"Tonight Rose Anne, I'm afraid you are going to bed hungry. I have been thinking all day about that lovely body of yours, and I can't wait to get my hands on it. Come over here and stand by my side."

As he began to eat I stood by his chair, in the humiliating pose he demanded.  My legs were spread to shoulder width. My fingers were interlocked on the back of my head as if I was a prisoner of war. With my hands behind my head my breasts were forced up and out, provocative and vulnerable. I was mortified but silent. 

Clyde was equally silent, but every so often he would stop eating long enough to fondle a tit or run a finger along the slit of my pussy. This is just too horrible I thought, but as he continued to play with me, I could feel myself becoming aroused and moist. He felt this change also, and he pushed his index finger as deep as it would go into my vagina. He kept it there, leaving me hung on it like a side of beef on a butcher shop hook.

"What is this?" he asked. "I barely touch you and your pussy runs like a mountain spring? You must be a slut! Are you a slut?" 

His question was insulting and the way it came snarling at me, my every instinct was to snarl back and tell him to go to hell. For some reason, however, when my mouth opened, the words that came out were not those at all. 

"Yes sir, I am a slut sir," I admitted for some reason beyond my understanding

"And whose slut are you Rose Anne?" 

As if to remind me of the answer, he flexed his arm, lifting the finger I was pegged on upward, raising me to my tip toes. I teetered there unsteadily.

"Your slut Sir. I am your slut!" I wondered again why I was doing this. Why would I tell this strange man that I was his slut?

Suddenly his finger was out of my cunt, and my feet were back flat on the floor. He brought his hand up to my face.

"Clean it! I can't eat with a hand sopping wet with your pussy juice." He shoved the wet finger into my mouth, and repeated his command. "Suck on it! Suck hard! Think of it as a small cock." 

"Why am I doing this?" I asked myself once more, but suck on his finger I did, cleaning it with my mouth. Once finished with his finger, his hand was next. Using my tongue, I licked off the wet that had run down into the palm. 

All the time I am demeaning myself this way, I am also debating whether to go on or end this right now. How I must look, stripped to the buff, letting this man play with me like I was his toy..., yet..., my God…, I did feel ever so sexy..., and aroused. Maybe, just maybe, there is something after all to this submission stuff.

I could feel pussy juice running down my thigh. Damn this man anyway! I should have told the arrogant bastard where he could put his "reprogramming," except that having come this far, I was so hot and horny. God help me, with or without 'the big O' I was seeking, I needed the S.O.B. to take me to bed and fuck me. 

Abruptly, Clyde stood up from the table and kissed me hard on the lips. Smiling at me for the first time this evening, he took off his belt, looped it around my neck, and led me off to my bedroom. He didn't need to drag me. I was ready. No force was required, but the symbolism of a naked woman being led off by the neck to be fucked and used was overwhelming. 

He stood by the bed while I knelt to help take off his shoes and pants. I must have been the very picture of a naked concubine in her master's service. I was still on by knees, when he pulled me between his bare legs, and ordered me caress his cock and balls. I must have been into my role more than I realized because without any hesitation I tenderly rolled his testicles in my fingers, and lovingly kissed the glans of his prick. 

"Lie down face up and spread-eagled across the bed," was his next command. 

Using the lengths of rope I had provided, he tied each of my arms and legs snugly to the nearest corner of the bed. Next he tied the scarf across my eyes. Once I was blindfolded and tautly strung across the bed, he laid down on top of me, and began massaging my boobs with his hands while he teased my nipples with my vibrator and his tongue.  

Long minutes ticked by as he worked his way under each breast and into the cleavage between. Gradually that talented tongue licked its way up the side of one boob and then the other, a journey that he finished at the crest of each tit by trapping the nipple between his tongue and that damned buzzing vibrator.

Next he began a marvelous trip down the length of my torso from tits, to underarms, then to ribs, from ribs on to my belly button, from belly button to thighs, from thighs to behind my knees, and finally all the way to my ticklish feet and toes. God how I wanted him to eat me, and I told him so, but he hushed me, saying I must learn patience. He said I would get a tongue in my pussy when he decided I was ready, and not before. 

I screamed at him, protesting that I was ready and needed it NOW, but instead of my aching pussy he licked the inside of my thighs once more, taking little love nips as he went.  Time slipped by! Minutes or hours, I could not tell. I begged him. I pleaded with him. "I can't take it. Eat me! I'm about to cum if only you will eat me. Please God! Eat me! Damn you!" 




Light My Fire Ch. 01



"What is it you want Rose Anne?" he teased. "Tell me! Tell me loud so the Nuns can hear. What dirty sexy thing do you want me to do to you?"

"Your tongue, damn you," I answered. "Please put your tongue in my pussy, and lick me. Suck on my clit. EAT ME!"

He had promised that he would be pitiless, and that much was certainly the truth. I began to buck my hips, trying to force my slit into his mouth. He laughed at me. "Eat you? What would the good Sisters say?" he asks taunting me.

"God, Please God I don't care, Please, Please, just eat me, suck my cunt. I beg you. Just eat me please."

"Oh, All right," he responded laughing at me again. "How about this?" he asked as he began to run his tongue up and down my labia. With his fingers he spread the folds of my pussy apart exposing my clit. His tongue flicked at that poor nub, whipping it until it became as erect as a little cock. 

Deep in my ovaries I could feel my orgasm beginning to build..., and build. He too felt me stiffen, and with that he nipped at my erect clit with his teeth. I shuddered from the small climax that racked my body. But that was only the beginning..., God help me..., now his tongue was deep in my cunt..., he had the vibrator whirring on my clit. I couldn't stand any more! I cried out, “I'm going to cum. I'M CUMMINNGG!

I came..., and came again...and again..., but Clyde refused to stop..., and I could not tell you whether I wanted him to or not. Despite my bonds, I bucked and struggled, sometime trying to pry his mouth away from that tender hole between my legs, sometimes trying to keep it there. 

One orgasm was not enough, but then ten or twenty were not enough either. Even when he finally raised his head from between my legs, he was not through. Into my now wet and wide open cunt he slid the largest of my dildos. The walls of my vagina spasmed, grabbing at the plastic like a vise, as he expertly he trapped my erect clit between his tongue and the vibrating artificial cock. 

I thought my heart would surely stop. My body became one long agitated nerve cell that this bastard picked at like a guitar string. I have masturbated myself to climaxes many times, but in my wildest dreams, I have never imagined anything like this was even possible. To have a man play with my body, that made all the difference in the world. 

Finally, I thought, I have found a man who would manipulate me with his hands and mouth and bring me off. At last, a man who doesn’t believe his love tool is the only thing that will unlock the woman’s satisfaction. Could he really teach me how to do this while I rode his cock? 

Just as I reached the peak of my biggest orgasm yet, Clyde pulled the dildo out of my super sensitive cunt. I groaned in protest, but the ropes that bound me were as tight as ever, and I could only lay there, sweating and panting from my exertion and passion. Even blindfolded, I knew that there must be a gaping distended hole between my legs where a tight slit had once been. I blushed as I thought of the way I have acted, and how I must look. What Clyde must think of me? Whore! Slut! At least those I'm sure, but I just didn't care. 

"And now my little harem slave, are you ready to suck me? he asked.

"Oh God yessss," I panted. 

Was this really me talking? It must be. I am sure I recognized that begging pleading voice. "Give me your cock, please Sir. I want to suck your cock."  

It was true! I did want to suck him, to taste him, to have him cum in my mouth. How could I have changed so quickly from semi-frigid prim 'good Catholic girl' into a cocksucking slut?. I have always been too shy and too guilty to tell a man what I wanted, and I certainly had never before asked one if I could please suck him off. Such a thing had never even occurred to me before. What is happening here? 

"And when I cum, will you swallow my seed, all of it?" he asked.

There was no hesitation to my answer. Just as he had said I would, I begged him, "Yes, Please Sir! Yes Sir..., Please fuck my mouth..., let me swallow you!" Had I really said that? Was that me begging to have a man's dick in my mouth, begging to eat his jism?

I felt that big dildo go back into my stretched pussy in a single cruel thrust. No sooner had it hit my cervix than another orgasm rolled over me. While my body was still trembling from the after shocks, Clyde seated himself astride my throat with his crotch over my face, just has he had the night of our first date. He ripped off my blindfold that I might see and admire his huge hard-on bobbing just above my nose. It was so big, and so close, it seemed that the whole world had suddenly turned into one giant prick with a fiery red head. 

I remembered vividly how I had turned away and refuse to suck this man only two weeks ago. How could I have done that then, and now be begging him to "fuck my mouth." Well, I thought, "Then was then, and now is now. Like the song says, 'What a Difference a Day Makes'." 

"Please Clyde," I heard myself again repeat aloud, "Fuck my mouth." 

Clyde grabbed a fistful of my hair with one hand, and his cock in the other. Yanking my head upward he shoved his hard-on into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged a little with its size, but he keeps pulling my head onto his fleshy pole until I can take no more. I am choking but I suck him with all I have, so grateful to have him in my mouth that I don't care that he is hurting me. 

He yanks my head back a little. Ah, yes! Now I know what he wants, and I concentrate my lips and tongue on the big ridge behind the head of his penis. He must have liked what I was doing because I heard him gasp before he yanked me up and forward again, this time driving his full length deep into my throat. For a moment I could not breathe, but as I choked for air, his hips begin to rock back and forth in a fucking motion, pushing and pulling the full length of his love pole in and out of my mouth. 

Clyde was quite literally "fucking my mouth" when still another of those shattering orgasms overwhelmed me. I couldn't believe it. 'Rose Anne the prick tease,' who won't suck a cock, 'Rose Anne the frigid' who couldn't cum, was having a super climax while a man she hardly knew was using her mouth to jack himself off.

When Clyde's ejaculation finally came, he was on the down stroke, and the first jets of jism shot straight down my throat. The rest, however, flooded my already stuffed mouth. This stream of warm salty cream was simply more than I could handle. I swallowed as fast as I can, but dribbles of spilled male sperm run out of the corners of my mouth and onto my neck. My mouth had been used like a cunt. I had been demeaned and violated, forced to suck a penis like a common whore. It was all so wonderful!

I lay quietly beside my lover now, exhausted almost to the point of paralysis from orgasms I have never before even imagined. 

"Will you fuck me now?" I asked. 

The pleading tone in my voice was accentuated when I added, "please, Sir!"

"No I don't think so," came the disappointing reply. 

"You are a little too eager. All you have ever wanted from a man was to be stroked and masturbated. Until now, having his cock in your pussy just wasn't important was it? Well, I will give you tomorrow to dwell on how things have changed. In every spare moment I want you to remember how you look and feel right now..., tied and helpless, but exhausted from your passion, your pussy all open, swollen, and stretched, my cum running down your face." 

"I want you to remember how you begged to suck my cock, and to please fuck you. I want you to think about the orgasms you have had tonight, and imagine how much better they will be when my dick is finally rubbing over your clit.".  

"No," I protested. "I submitted to you. I did everything you wanted. I have been a good girl, and I am ready, I swear I'm ready. Please fuck me now."

Clyde frowned and shook his head in disapproval. "A harem concubine does not argue with her Sultan, nor does she decide when or how she will be fucked. Tomorrow I will take the switch to your ass and thighs for forgetting your place. Be stripped and ready when I get here tomorrow night. Until then, think about what I may do to you. I may even fuck you."

With that Clyde dressed and left

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To be continued. VOTE, and feedback please 



Light My Fire Ch. 02



Rose Anne has surrendered to Clyde’s reprogramming of her erotic personality. Her first lesson had been a success, so much so that she was hungry for more.., and already on her way to becoming a helpless love slave without a will of her own. 

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I could hardly wait. Clyde would be back this evening. Would he fuck me? God, he just had to fuck me. 

The day seemed to drag on and on endlessly. Finally the sun dropped in the west and I began to get ready to greet this promising new man in my life. First on my list was Clyde’s meal. Something tasty but not too heavy that might interfere with his performance..., as if anything could. 

I shuttered a little when I reflected on last evening..., how he made me stand by his chair offering my body as his playground while he ate his meal.  Would he insist that I repeat that ordeal tonight? Last night I was resistive and apprehensive, angry at being treated as a side dish of female flesh. He had humiliated me…, intentionally..., cruelly. I hated the very idea of being treated that way..., but damn it all, before he was done I was so aroused, so horny. I had to admit the proof of his technique. His finger, the one from my pussy that he made me lick clean, had been sopping with my wet. I did hate it..., I did..., sort of. Hell, in principle, even now I still hate it..., yet.......

“Haven’t you been the good little Italian girl from the Catholic school long enough, Rose Anne,” I said to myself. “Have you ever felt sexier, more female, than when that delicious hunk of a man made you pose nude beside him while he felt your tits and put his fingers in your cunt?” 

Of course not, I had to admit. Damn him, he was right! Submission is erotic. For the first time in my life, a man had given me a real orgasm, and not just a single one either, but one after another in what had seemed an endless string. So what’s a little humiliation compared to that? 

But, can he get me off like that on the end of his cock? I can only hope so. Maybe tonight we’ll see. Tonight will he lay me on my back and fuck the daylights out of me..., fuck me until I cum over and over, and beg him not to stop? If so, I guess he will have proved his point, and hell, for that I’ll guess I’ll play the slutty little love slave he says he is training me to be. 

With his meal warming in the oven, I was soon in my bubble bath with my razor, and after that came the baby powder, fresh paint on my nails and eyelids, and lots of lipstick. In my imagination I could see Clyde’s oversized cock smeared with my red gloss, and despite my new found sexy persona, it was a picture so out of character for me that I couldn’t help but blush a little.

By six thirty I smelled of my best perfume. I was stripped and randy, ready and eager to be fucked.  My imagination ran wild I was so ready. What would Clyde do to me tonight? Certainly he will make me stand naked and obedient while he plays with my tits and my cunt. He will want me to suck his cock again too, but what else? Will he tie me to my bed again? Would he whip me with that switch he insists that I keep ready? He said last night he would. That will hurt. Being whipped isn’t my idea of fun, but it will be worth it if later on he will fuck me to that ‘big O’ I have waited so long for. 

Surely he will fuck me tonight…, God…, he just has to. How will he take my pussy? On my back with my legs wrapped around his waist perhaps; or will he make me crawl on my hands and knees and fuck me from behind as a bitch in heat? Maybe he will want me to straddle him and mount his cock, and then bounce up and down, riding his peg while his hands squeeze my tits? God, how I would enjoy that!

I was still lost in my erotic fantasies when the door bell rang. Sure enough there he was, and as he did yesterday evening, he made me stand in the doorway for the longest time exposing myself. I know a couple of cars passing by got a good look because I could see brake lights suddenly come on. 

Clyde was shaming me. Was my humiliation part of my training as a sexy bitch, or just something he enjoyed? Whatever, I was mortified to make such a spectacle of myself. I know my neighbors would hear about it, if indeed they haven’t already had an eyeful. 

Well, they can just go ahead and call me a slut and a tramp. Maybe a few sexy rumors about a woman her aren’t such a bad thing, I was a new Rose Anne now, and I decided it was a rush to know that strangers were out there ogling me and drooling over my body. 

Still, it was a relief when Clyde finally stepped inside and closed the door. He gathered me into those strong arms and French kissed me hard. His tongue searched my mouth, the bulge in his crotch pressed against my belly, and his wool suit gave my bare breasts and thighs the sexiest itch. Overpowered by it all, I was reminded of how naked and vulnerable I was to this man. 

God, tho, what a turn on. God, what a kiss. My whole body caught fire from just the touch of his lips on mine. By the time our mouths parted, I was breathless and a little faint..., and ready to rape him on the spot. 

He must have felt the electricity between us too because right away after that kiss he asked me to help him undress. Oh yes! I had lusted for nude male muscles and a hard cock to rub my own nakedness against. His shirt and tie went first, then his pants and shorts came down to his ankles where they waited until I could remove his shoes. He towered over me as I knelt at his feet taking off his last sock, and when I worked up the courage to lift my eyes, I found myself directly under a huge soft penis and sack of hanging testicles.  

His demand was to the point. “Suck me, Rose Anne!” 

Oh God yes, I was more than willing to do that. He stood there, proud and imposing, a nude Caesar offering his conquering penis to the mouth of the female captive kneeling naked before him, wearing the collar that marked her as his slave. Two weeks ago I would have said this was a scene as impossible as it is unbelievable in this day and time.  But all that was B.C.! Before Clyde! 

This is a new day! Tonight here I am, ‘Rose Anne the reluctant‘, ‘Rose Anne the prick tease‘, actually glorying in this disgusting surrender to a man and his penis.  Of course I would suck him. Whenever he wanted, I was his to take. I knew what I wanted. I wanted him in my mouth. No, I wanted more than his taste, I wanted the gift of his salty fluid, the magic elixir that would make me a woman fulfilled. 

On my knees, my lips tugged at the smooth skin of his male sex, and I could feel him harden and grow on my tongue. Gradually his soft meat became a steel bar that probed at the entrance to my throat and threatened to choke my windpipe. I was disappointed when he cut my efforts short, pulled me to my feet, and asked that I bring us both a double bourbon and water. 

When I returned from the kitchen with our drinks, he was seated on the couch. His knees were pressed together, and his hard-on protruded proudly upward from his groin. He told me to seat myself astride him facing his hairy chest. As I settled down on bare thighs, he reached under me and lifted the end of his cock so that it lay trapped between us, its great head pressing against my belly just above my clit. The sensation was maddening, overwhelming, devastating.

We sat for the longest time that way, sipping our drinks, his left hand playing with my right breast. He said nothing to me, and I, well, I could not gather my thoughts enough to say, or do, anything very coherently. Thus, I sat there, mostly in silence, enjoying the fingers that tugged sensuously at my nipple. 

From time to time he would put his drink down and hug me to his chest with both arms as he French kissed me. His tongue in my mouth drained me. Drained..., no other word describes what his kiss did to me. I simply melted helplessly in his arms as if stunned by the pressure of his lips on mine, and the sensation of his bare chest pressing against my breasts. 

Once, as he finished kissing me, he ran his fingers across my lips and told me to suck them one by one like tiny cocks. Weak and flustered I was glad to do so, all the while staring into his eyes, hypnotized by the icy blue pools I found there. God, I was so horny and so defenseless. The best I could do was to sit quietly with his cock an inch away from my pussy hoping against hope that any minute he would order me to raise my hips and slide that great iron rod of hard male flesh inside me.

That never happened. When he finally spoke it was to suggest that we have dinner. I almost cried I was so disappointed.

Yet, perhaps all was not lost. He left a hint of getter things to come later hanging to tease me.  “Rose Anne you will join me in my meal. There will be time enough after we have enjoyed your excellent cooking to feast upon your gorgeous body.”

With that he stood me up and gave me a push toward the kitchen. While I brought out our meal he took his seat at the table and watched me intently. As I stooped over him to serve his plate, my breasts swayed against his face and one teat brushed against his nose. 

I was afraid he would think that I was some slut teasing him with my tits on purpose, and I blushed all over with embarrassment. Before I could either straighten up and claim my apology, however, he took hold of my arm and pulled me even closer until his nose buried itself into my cleavage. One of his hands grabbed a dangling tit, and squeezed it hard as he forced its nipple into his mouth. With that tender nub caught painfully between his teeth, his other hand left my arm for my cunt. There he hooked me between a finger in my pussy with his thumb pressing firmly down on my clit. 

In all my life no man has ever so totally controlled me as Clyde did right then. I was his captive, held helpless in the cruel vice of his teeth on my tit and his fingers in my cunt. When I told him how sorry I was to have interrupted his supper, he turned me loose and told me to take my seat across the table. 

I never had a meal in which both myself and my guest were naked. I found it strange and disconcerting but my demanding lover seemed not to notice as he chatted away at me as if dining in the nude was a regular thing in his life. I know he wasn’t oblivious to my discomfort, however, and finally he brought his small talk to the point.

“You aren’t saying much Rose Anne. Is there anything wrong?”

“Of course there’s something wrong,” I answered somewhat angrily, disappointed that despite all I had done for him, he had still not fucked me. “Do you think I eat my supper every night with my date staring at my naked tits? I feel like I am in the ‘available line’ at the whore house waiting for my ‘John’ to take me up to my crib and fuck me.”

“What an interesting thought, Rose Anne. So you are thinking about being fucked. That’s good. We are making progress. Here let me help with dessert.”

With that Clyde stood and moved to my side of the table behind my chair. He stooped to bury his nose in my hair at the back of my neck and took my tits in his hands. Slowly he began to squeeze and massage that feminine flesh, flicking my nipples with his fingers in a delicious torment. I could hear him taking deep breaths. I knew he was sniffing for the odor of my sex. It has always given me goose bumps to have a man smell me, it made me downright gushy when Clyde did so because I knew he would discover the smell of a woman going into heat. 

“Damn but you smell good tonight Rose Anne. Under the perfume is the fragrance of a woman almost ready to be fucked. Lets see if we can’t make that smell stronger. Put your finger in your cunt. Jerk yourself off while I watch and play with your tits.”

“No Clyde, don’t make me do that,” I begged him. “I’ve never masturbated in front of a man. Don’t shame me by making me do that.” 

“Why Rose Anne? Did the sisters tell you it was dirty to pleasure yourself. Well the sisters aren’t in control any more! I am, and I want to see you fuck your cunt with your finger. And, I warn you. This is the second time in two nights you have resisted me. Later tonight, you will pay for your disobedience as my switch marks your tender skin. Your punishment will be a lot worse, however, if you don’t bring yourself off in the next ten minutes.”

What else could I do? I slid forward a little in my chair to give my finger access to my slit, and very gently began to frig myself. The masculine hands and fingers that were playing with my tits, and my own stimulation of my pussy and clit, soon brought me to a boil. Well before he allotted ten minutes, I was breathing hard, and the once measured strokes of my finger inside my pussy became the frantic rat-a-tat-tat of a high speed piston. Suddenly it was there!

“Oh God, Clyde, I’m cummmmming.” 

So quick and so intense was my climax, I hardly realized I was screaming at my tormentor. I cried out in disbelief, “Oh God! How did I become such a slut that I would let you do this to me.”

“You’ve always been a slut Rose Anne, and you’ve always known you were too. You just never knew how to act like it before. So, now it’s up to me to teach you the finer points, and how to enjoy them. Now be a good slut and suck your finger clean. Taste yourself. Tell me how sweet your pussy is. Tell me how juicy, how ready it is for my tongue. Tell me that you want me to whip you for your disobedience, then eat you, and then fuck your cunt. Suck your finger, and tell me Rose Anne!”

It’s hard even now to admit how willingly I sucked on my finger. And, damn, it was true, my pussy tasted sweet as sugar, and yes, I was ready to be eaten and fucked. To be whipped first, well that was something else.

“Please, Clyde, “I begged, “My pussy is sweet. Eat my pussy, Please. Fuck me if you want, but don’t whip me. I don’t like pain. My pussy tastes good; it’s juicy and ready for your tongue and your cock. Your cock, God, Clyde! I do want your cock! I’ll be a good little love slave, just don’t whip me, please, please.

His hands closed harshly on my tits, and I knew then that my pleading was hopeless. For the first time in my life a man was going to beat me.

“No way, Rose Anne, you have defied me twice, three times if we count right now. You must learn absolute obedience. Nothing I say is subject to debate, and certainly not the matter of when, how, or why you will be punished. Stand up now and turn around. Put your hands behind your back.”

Fearfully I did as I was told. I felt the rope tighten around my wrists. I was helpless now, unable to escape being whipped..., and strangely I wasn’t at all sure I wanted to. The idea of being punished by my lover for failing to obey him was beginning to seem erotic. Wasn’t that what happened to a disobedient harem girl, and didn’t her beating make her that much more eager to satisfy her master..., and herself? My pussy, already sopping wet from my forced masturbation began to spasm as I imagined myself as a naked concubine forced to stand at attention before her Moorish prince for her caning. 

Once my arms were securely tied behind me, Clyde faced me again, now flexing in his hand the limber switch I had provided him for my own pain. “Are you ready to be punished, Rose Anne,” he asked.

I was too terrified, and too horny to speak at first. Was I ready? I was ready for something sure enough. Pussy juice was running down my leg I was so ready. “Please, Clyde! Do what you have to do, but Please..., when it is done, give me your tongue and your cock. Fill my hungry pussy please Sir.”

“No plea bargains bitch. You must learn to obey. Now lay over the arm of the couch with your ass in the air and your legs spread. I want to see your disobedient cunt. I have something for it.”

I shuddered at the thought of what he might have in mind, but I was afraid to do otherwise, or to say anything further. Dutifully I pressed my pubic bone against the padded arm of the couch, and with my toes still gripping the rug, I dropped my shoulders and torso forward onto the seat cushions. 

“Spread those legs bitch,” Clyde commanded, apparently not satisfied with the width between my thighs.

I stretched myself wider, trying hard to stay in contact with the floor as my feet spread. I must have been a spectacle stretched naked over the couch arm, my arms tied behind my back, and my legs spread wide with my toes barely touching the floor. I knew my ass and pussy holes were obscenely exposed and vulnerable, something that must have been apparent to my tormentor because his fingers began to probe at both orifices.

Without warning the cold plastic of my biggest dildo split open my pussy. Slowly Clyde withdrew the artificial dick and then slid it back till it touched bottom; then slowly back out; and then back in. In and out, in and out in a slow tormenting rhythm he fucked me with that make believe penis, and just when I thought I could stand it no more, one of his fingers began to jab in and out of my ass hole in rhythm with the dildo probing my pussy.

It was awful! It was wonderful! It was torture! It was sensuous and erotic! It was..., well it was beyond description. My first small orgasm hit me just as his finger went up my ass. It was immediately followed by a much bigger one as the finger withdrew. Another and then another came on top of the first two, each bigger than the last. What could I do but beg..., but beg for what?

“Please Clyde, Please, stop. I can’t take anymore. I can’t catch my breath. You’re driving me crazy.”

“Are you sure, Rose Anne. Do you really want me to stop?”

“No, No, No, God, please don’t stop, Make me cum again..., but..., but.., God help me. Let me rest a little. I’ll die if I cum again like that. But don’t stop. I can’t stand it, but for the love of God, DON’T STOP! I don’t care, let me die! I would rather die…, JUST DON'T STOP!”

But my lover did stop. His finger left my ass and the dildo while still in me, no longer pumped in and out of my pussy. I heard Clyde fumbling around behind me..., and then without warning, my ass was on fire. My whipping had begun.

The switch I had provided was light and limber, certainly nothing that would do me any permanent damage, but each swipe across the cheeks of my ass stung as if I had been attacked by a thousand angry bees. Again and again he hit me, sometimes across my ass, sometimes across the back of my thighs. I cried out, then whimpered, and finally broke into an uncontrolled sobbing, but my lover showed me no mercy.

Finally it was over, and he spoke to me for the first time since he had pleasured me with the dildo. “Well, you disobedient little bitch, have you learned your lesson?

“Oh, please yes, kind Sir…,”

“What would the Nuns think of you if they could see you now, Rose Anne?

“They would call me a slut, and they would light candles for my redemption.

“Do you want to be redeemed Rose Anne, or do you want to be dog fucked just as you are now, spread like a bitch in heat over the arm of the couch with your swollen pussy exposed? Are you my bitch? Are you in heat? Should I fuck you here and now?”

“Oh YES Clyde, fuck me like a bitch. I am a bitch! YOUR bitch! Please give it to me..., please. In want the real thing, inside me. You have made such a slut of me..., and I love it! Please tho..., I’m in pain..., that’s how much I need a cock in me.”

I felt the plastic cock leave my pussy and in its place slid a smooth warm rod of hard male flesh. I was already sopping wet and fully stretched by that big dildo, and he was all the way to my womb with a single thrust. I screamed, but there was no pain, only pleasure. 

Behind me my lover who now owned me, mind and body, would thrust his hips against my ass, then pull away, and then again return the head of his cock to the very depth of my being. In and out. In and out. Laid over the arm of the couch with my arms still tied behind me, there was nothing I could do but take him. 




Light My Fire Ch. 02



God, God, but it was good, more than I could stand really. Then came a stream of orgasms that flowed through my body until they all merged inside my belly into one gigantic exploding climax like none that I had ever before experienced.

Out of the fog of my emotions I was unsure what happened to me for the next ten minutes or so after experiencing the first real orgasm of my life on the end of a man’s penis. Clyde must have cum right along with me because by the time I was again coherent, he had pulled out of my pussy. Without his cock, my hole felt open and empty and the wet of our mutual juices were running down one of my thighs. I was not yet quite returned to sanity when he untied my hands and lifted me into his arms and carried me to my bed. 

Clyde then made love to me for the first time with my arms and legs free. Again he ate my cunt as he had last night. This time. however, I could hold his head as his tongue explored my well fucked cunt licking away the mixture of our love juices.  Under the tender stimulation of his tongue, I began not only to recover, but to again climb the ladder of desire. Quietly at first I whimpered for him to continue, then louder and more demanding I began to beg him once more for his cock.

“Oh God, Sir. Please fuck me again. I do so need your cock in me. You have set this bitch free. Take her again. You have made a slut of this bitch, now you must give her more.”

“Well, it would seem we have the good sisters on the run doesn’t it?” Clyde was grinning like a Cheshire cat, obviously please with himself. “All right then, my slut, be my guest. Mount me. Show me how a horny bitch rides a cock.” With that he rolled on to his back, his latest hard-on pointed to the ceiling, ready and waiting for my impalement. 

I did not hesitate. Quick as a heart beat, I threw my leg over him and dropped down on the tall pole that waited under me. I took all of him up my sheath in a single stab. I was proud to have done that, and prouder yet when I saw him blink at the sensation of his prick being so suddenly swallowed by my cunt. Seated firmly on his hips, I rode him hard, sliding up and down over the peg of male flesh inside me, and all the while his hands were on my tits, squeezing, mauling, stroking, reminding me that I was his to be used.

When at last my last orgasm had passed, and his seed had once again filled my cunt, we rested in one another’s arms. At the last, I crawled between his legs and sucked his soft meat until we both dropped off to sleep. Once during the night, and again at dawn, he woke me, spread my legs and took his pleasure. 

The Sisters of Charity must have taken the night off because there were no longer any voices in my head saying, “dirty, dirty, shame, shame. Instead there was only that great cock inside me, and the orgasms that came in waves, over and over, until I could hardly catch my breath. 

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The next morning we showered together. I was on my knees drying his legs with his member bobbing up and down under my chin when I could resist the temptation. Leaning my head forward I took him in my mouth and sucked him until I was rewarded with a sweet load of morning cum that I gratefully swallowed to the last drop. 

I fixed us a breakfast of eggs and bacon that we ate in the nude. I felt no shame or regret as I sat there, either for my nakedness or for the way I had enjoyed last night and this morning. In truth, I was now quite proud to be Clyde Horner’s love slave and honored to be dining naked with him.

Clyde and I spent that Sunday morning in my bed. First we read the paper, then napped, catching up on the sleep we had missed the night before. I woke up pixyish and full of myself. Perhaps a girl so well fucked ought not tease her sleepy lover, but after making her beg shamelessly for his cock, it is only fair that he suffer a little too. Taken and used as I had been, even a lowly female love slave is entitled to tickle her master’s ribs. 

The brute had no sense of humor. He popped me with a pillow. That started a pillow fight, but I didn’t have much chance. The big ox pounded me unmercifully, and then picked me up like a sack of corn and sent me sprawling on the bed. 

It’s just not fair. Our men are so much stronger than we. One way or the other the poor girl seems to always wind up on her back with her legs spread. That’s where I was when Clyde slipped between my knees, and dropped the weight of his chest on top of me. He grabbed my wrists and pinned my arms to the bed over my head the same way he did the first night he made love to me. 

Until that night, how little I understood about the pleasure of being captured by a sexy barbarian. How far I had come since. Helpless and at his mercy once more, I stared up into the bright blue eyes of the man who held me prisoner, and lost myself there. What else can a girl do but surrender to a man who is on top of her and firmly seated between her legs? 

At the very beginning of my training, he had claimed that if I surrendered to him absolutely, he would light my fire. Sure enough, I had, and he had kept his promise. Why had I been so many years making this discovery? Laying there sprawled under his weight, I knew I would never go back to being the independent emancipated modern woman of sexual equality I had been before. Now I am grateful to wear this barbarian’s collar around my neck, to be his to do with as he pleases! 

Clyde looked down at me and grinned triumphantly, then dipped his head and licked each of my nipples. Again peering deeply in my eyes, but still grinning, he asked sternly, “And now my troublesome little hellion, are you going to behave yourself?

“Well, maybe,” I answered, grinning back at him. “What are you going to do with me if I don’t?

“Have you forgotten my switch? Don’t you remember how it was to be bent over the arm of the couch with your ass and the back of you thighs on fire?  Surely you haven’t forgotten that?”

“No, I haven’t forgotten..., nor have I forgotten what came next.., and that was pretty good. If its all the same to you tho, I’d just as soon skip the switch and do just the last part over again.”

“Oh no my horny slut, you get switched first, then you get fucked.”

“Well, if it has to be that way, so be it. I have no choice,” I conceded, “but you have to promise that every time you whip me, you will fuck me right after. Its a whipped woman’s right to have her master’s tongue and cock pleasure her pussy after she has been punished.”

“What do you know about a woman’s rights Rose Anne? Two weeks ago you were telling me that this day and age there wasn’t any such thing as a female slave. And as I remember you told me you certainly weren’t going to become one under any condition.

“Well, I’ve learned a thing or two since then, and I’ve changed my mind. I may be your love slave now, but remember I work for lawyers for a living. I’m a love slave who knows everybody has rights these days, and surely that goes for poor abused me too.” 

“If it is a harem girl’s duty to spread her legs for her owner, then it must also be his duty to fuck her often and well. If it is her duty to suck him until she drains his balls, then he surely has the obligation to eat her pussy. Orgasms! She must have orgasms! Orgasms are what her servitude is about. They are her return, the quid pro quo of the deal, so they must be something she is entitled to.”

“O.K., that sounds reasonable enough,” Clyde agreed. “I accept your terms, but let’s get back to whether my bitch is going to behave, or do I have to dog fuck her until she mends her ways and learns to treat her owner with some respect?”

“Oh, Sir,” I told him giggling. “I fear that your slut is such disobedient trash that she must be dog fucked until she obeys. However, if you will only get your big fat ass off her, she will begin to correct her behavior by voluntarily assuming the necessary position for her lesson.”

Clyde grinned back at me, and rolled away. I turned over onto my stomach stretched face down flat against the bed until Clyde stuffed a pair of pillows under my belly. With my ass raised just enough to expose my cunt, the love of my life knelt behind me between my spread thighs, and began to tease me by running his fingers up and down my swollen and sensitive slit. Never before in my life would I have been ready so quickly to take a cock. Not any more! This is a new Rose Anne! Before he even touched my clit, my pussy was running like an open faucet.

That was only the beginning, however. With one finger still frigging my cunt, he backed away giving himself room to stoop and shove his face into the tender valley between my thighs. His nose settled in the crack of my ass, and his mouth swallowed my wet cunt, all of it. His tongue stabbed in and out, fucking my crack like a little cock. It was only a minute or two before the ‘big O’ hit me, and I was screaming as if I was in pain. It was s-o-o-o g-o-o-o-d I couldn’t help myself.

“Oh damn, damn you Clyde Horner, fuck me. Please! Please! Stick me, stick your cock in me, and fuck me. Oh shit, I’m already cumming. Please Sir, I beg you! If I don’t have you inside me soon my heart will surely stop.” 

“Are you going to behave like a good little slut bitch?”

“Oh God, Yes! I’ll behave I promise. Anything. Anything you want. Just don’t tease me any more. Please, fuck me now, please!”

By this time he had crawled up my back, his chest against my shoulder blades, his belly cushioned on my buttocks, pressing me down, helpless under his weight. I could feel him reaching back between my spread legs to guide his member into my hole. He probed and prodded along the crack of my ass with his great blood filled male rod searching for my pussy. Desperately I raised my hips an inch or two more, trying as best I could to help him in his quest.

At last he found the right spot. “There, M-MY M-Mas-ster,” I stammered in my need. “There it is! You have it now. Put it in me. Give it to me..., give me all of it for god sake. Fuck me! Fuck me!”

First, the big round cock head wedged its way between my pussy lips.  Then came a powerful hunch of his hips, and three, maybe four, more inches of man meat forced their way inside me. Two more such thrusts and he was all the way in, and the tip of his weapon was pressing hard against the mouth of my womb. 

God, how he split me open! He rode my back with his teeth biting my shoulder as if he was a stallion mounting his mare. With a fistful of my hair he yanked my head back that his tongue might explore my ears, inside and out. His other arm jammed its way between my torso and the bed, where its hand found a tit to squeeze and fondle even as the thumb and forefinger pinched a poor suffering nipple.  Pinned to the bed on the end of his cock, and unable to move under his weight, I could not respond to the iron shaft that filled my core. I could only bite down on a pillow to muffle my screams in preparation for the orgasms I knew would soon parade across my ovaries.  Clyde was nearly as immobile as I. On top of me, flush against my back and buttocks, the length of each stroke of his cock was only an inch or two at the most. I didn’t care. The restriction on his movement would keep him inside me for that much longer, and only prolong my pleasure. 

Anyway, I didn’t need any more stimulation. The sensations from being face down and fucked from behind had me going off like a string of firecrackers. I could hardly handle it. By the time my lover did finally fill me with his ejaculation, I think one more orgasm would have sent me into cardiac arrest. All my life I had searched for a lover who would stay with me until I could orgasm. Now, having found him at last, I was the one who could hardly stand the pace or stay the course. 

Afterward Clyde remained on top of me kissing my neck and back. Under me, pressed by our combined weight against the bed, his big hands continued to play with my tits and nipples. For a very long time we remained like that, hooked together with his softening cock inside me soaking in pussy juice and semen. 

“Tell me Rose Anne, where are the Sisters of Charity now?”

“Oh, Clyde, I don’t know where they went. They’re just gone and that’s all that matters. I’m cured. Oh thank you. You have no idea how wonderful it is to be without them.”

“I’m glad you think that,” he told me. “Its a good sign, but the bad news is that the Nuns are not all the way gone, nor are you completely cured. The Sisters may be in full retreat, but they are probably just hiding in some obscure corner of your head, ready to return the first chance they get. I am not going to give them that chance. I have plans for you next week my love, some small some big, but all of them so sensual and sexually tempting that I am sure you will find both exciting and humiliating.”

“Why?” I asked. “I orgasm now every time you even look at me. Why must you go on humiliating me. I don’t think I like that.”

“I know you don’t,” he answered, “and that’s the point. The Nuns are still there. You are still ashamed of what I make you do. That’s why we must go on. Only when I replace the sisters as your absolute owner will you be free of them..”

“Well then, what is it you are going to do to me?” I asked.

The only answer he would give me was, “Patience sweet thing. You will find out in time, and when you need to know.” 

*******************

He refused to discuss the matter further, and after breakfast, we went to the beach for the day. Clyde found a nice secluded spot down at the far end of the state park area where he made me strip off my bra and sun bathe topless. Every now and then someone would walk by and stare at me. I was terribly embarrassed, but I understood that this man was only teaching me not to be ashamed to show off my body. 

I must admit that to have my bare breasts gawked at by strange men was pretty exciting. I could see the lust in their eyes, and it made my pussy wet to know that my tits were giving them erections. It didn’t lessen my horny any either that Clyde was playing with my hard nipples when no one was looking. Every now and then I would have a little orgasm. But for my fear of being seen, I would have raped my new owner right there on the beach. 

I have such a good owner tho. He could see I was in heat and needed his cock. After everyone else had gone home and dusk was falling, I was allowed to crawl between his knees and give him a blow job. I did so enjoy having him in my mouth, and his cum tasted so very sweet.

****************

That evening Clyde took me out to dinner at one of the more exclusive restaurants in town. We had a bottle of wine and the food was superb. We were enjoying some kind of chocolate dessert with our after dinner coffee when Clyde’s face took on that stern drill sergeant expression I’m learning to expect when he’s about to take charge of me.

“Rose Anne, I want you to go to the ladies’ room and take off your bra and panties. Bring them back here and put them on the table.” 

I was stunned. Like most women with big breasts, I feel conspicuous without a bra, and I never go out in public without one even though my tits are reasonably firm with minimum sag. I certainly did not want to parade around this restaurant without a brassiere holding me firm. 

To begin with, on the way back from the ladies’ room, I would pass a dozen other tables. When it came time to leave I must walk through the entire crowded dining room. Outside the dining room there was a lobby with a fair number of people, and then there were the men at the valet parking who I was sure would be staring at me as we waited for our car. 

I was mortified by the vision of myself on public parade with my unsupported breasts bobbing and swaying under my blouse. Every woman in the restaurant would think I was a whore and every man would be drooling as they undressed me with their eyes.  

“Please Clyde…,” I started to protest but the look on his face froze the words in my throat. Dutifully I slid my chair back and started to rise to leave when he stopped me. 

“Leave your purse here. You won’t be needing it. Bring your bra and panties back in your hands.”

Damn Clyde Horner to hell!  There was no way I could hide a brassiere and a pair of panties in my hands on my way back to our table…, and my sadistic lover knew it. The bastard never misses an opportunity to humiliate me. 

“Why don’t I tell the son of a bitch NO?” I asked myself. I knew the answer. If I told him no, at best he would whip me with that awful switch. At worst, he might give up on me, and I couldn‘t chance that. Those weren’t options, they were choices between pain and despair. 

“All right damn it,” I decided, “if that’s what he wants, I’ll play the whore.”

In the Ladies room I sought the privacy of a toilet stall. I removed my blouse, then my brassiere, and stripped my panties down my legs. With my blouse back on and rebuttoned, I wadding each undergarment into as tight a ball as I could, and started back to the table with the bra in one fist and my panties in the other. Folds of pink nylon were conspicuously bulging from between my fingers, and my breasts were swaying freely and obviously under my blouse just as I knew they would. I was in full blush, my nipples hardened, and became erect to rub painfully against the raw silk of my blouse. I knew how slutty I must look, and the image moistened my pussy.

The women at the tables I passed were the first to notice. I could see their expressions change as they realized what I must have in my hands, and then a quick shift of their eyes to my swinging tits to confirm their suspicions. A high pitched buzz of female whispers followed me to my table as the women discussed and advertised their discovery. The men didn’t whisper much. Mostly they just stared. 

When I finally reached the table where Clyde was seated, his instruction was brutal. “Lay your bra and panties on the table Rose Anne. Put them where the good Sisters of Mercy can see them.” 

I had gone too far to quit now. I laid my undies out on the center of the table in plain view. Behind me I could hear a titter run through the audience I had accumulated. To make matters worse this was the moment the waiter chose to bring us our bill. Was that simply bad timing? Probably not! He showed up so quickly I suspect that he was among those who had spotted me coming back from the ladies’ room. 

As he stood by our table waiting for Clyde to sign the credit card receipt, the waiter’s eyes were frozen on the two piles of feminine nylon. When Clyde handed the signed receipt back to the waiter he asked, “As sort of an extra tip, would you like to see this woman’s pretty tits?” 

That shocked the poor man for certain. As his eyes shifted to my chest it took him a moment two to stammer out his disconcerted answer, Y-yes S-sir, I-I w-would!”

“Open your blouse Rose Anne. Show the man your breasts.” 

What else could I do? This modern day Rasputin had me mesmerized. He had stolen my free will, and led me step-by-step into this abyss. I had no alternatives left but to obey him. I slowly pulled my blouse from the waistband of my skirt and began to undo the buttons down the front.  Tension was written across the waiter’s face, and I was a bit ashamed of myself when I realized I was actually enjoying teasing him. 

I slid my chair back from the table and stood up in front of the now blushing waiter with my back to the rest of the room in order to screen my tit show from my fellow diners. When the last button was undone I opened my blouse wide and held it that way for at least 30 seconds to give this stranger the good look at my tits that my lover had ordered as “sort of an extra tip“. 

It was only when the whispers from my fellow diners penetrated the fog that was clouding my mind that the shame of what I was doing sank in. True, I had been showing my naked breasts to strangers all afternoon on the beach, but somehow this high tone restaurant was different, more personal, more humiliating. Even so I think it was actually Clyde who ended my striptease. 




Light My Fire Ch. 02



“That’s enough Rose Anne,” he told me softly.  “It’s time for us to go. Just close the bottom two buttons and leave your blouse outside your skirt. Pick up your bra and panties, and let’s go to our car.” 

With that he took my arm and guided me across the dining room carrying in my fists what were all too obviously my undergarments. With my every step my full tits rolled and swayed under my loose blouse. I was a bright shade of red by the time we were through the lobby and at the valet parking desk. When the young man who brought us our car opened the door for me, Clyde handed him a dollar bill and insisted that I show him my breasts as “sort of an extra tip”. Damn Clyde Horner! He never lets up! 

****************

We were at home at last. Very soon after our arrival Clyde was nude and seated on the couch waving his erect penis in my face. I was naked on my knees between legs about to give him a blow job. It was at that tender moment that the doorbell rang.

"Who can that be," I asked of no one in particular and went scurrying for my robe. 

"Why the robe Rose Anne,” Clyde asked.  “You have a beautiful body and nothing to be ashamed of. Just open the door and invite your guest to come in."

"No Clyde, I couldn't do that. I'm naked for Christ sake."

He shook his head sadly "That's the sisters talking to you again. I told you they were probably still hanging around waiting for their chance, but all right, if it makes you feel better, wear your robe." 

That he would allow me to protect my modesty set me back a little. That wasn’t like him at all. Then I began to get the idea. This was a set up. Clyde knew who was at the door. He just wants to embarrass me and see how I will react. Who would he invite? The most likely candidate it would be his boss and my old lover Alan Seeger. There wasn’t any thing Allen could do to me he hadn't already done. Feeling better about having a guest, I wrapped my robe around me and opened the door.

Ohmygod! It wasn't Alan! It wasn't even anybody I recognized, at least not right away, even though this young and handsome stranger seemed to expect me to know him. What I did recognize, however, was the hunger in his eyes, that look a man gets when he is measuring female flesh for the taking. 

Why is he staring at me like that I wondered? Then I realized it must be obvious that I was naked under my robe.  I clutched the lapels tighter together at the throat, and I'm sure I turned beet red from my hairline to toes. I saw him blush a little too. He was quite as embarrassed as I was, and that made me feel a little less threatened. 

Clyde rose to his feet behind me and spoke up. "Rose Anne, don't you recognize your old neighbor Jason Williams? Jason is attending college now, and he is home on vacation living with his father."

I took another look. Sure enough, this was the same stringbean of a fourteen year old neighborhood kid I remembered from six or seven years ago. When his folks divorced his father kept the family home across the street, but Jason and his mother had moved out of state. I hadn't laid eyes on the boy since. He was a boy no longer. He was easily six foot two or more, and a man's muscles bulged from his T shirt..., and at his crotch there was still another bulge to certify that he had indeed reached manhood.

Clyde continued with his introduction. "Jason has watched you greet me at the door, and I thought it would be nice if we invited him over to renew old acquaintances..., and maybe give him a better look.” 

“A b-better look?” I stammered and questioningly. 

“Open the top of your robe, Rose Anne,” Clyde commanded. “Let Jason see your breasts.”

Well, earlier today I had shown my naked tits on a public beach, then to a waiter and a valet parking attendant. No big deal. I thought, “O.K., I’ll give the kid his cheap thrill.” 

I pulled the lapels of my robe apart and exposed my breasts. Actually, I was not altogether that cool about it. For one thing my nipples were already standing at attention. For another, my pussy began to moisten. I wondered if Clyde and Jason had noticed my nipples growing hard. I’d bet Clyde did. He wouldn’t miss a thing like that. 

“Now the bottom,” Clyde ordered.

This party was getting rougher, but I untied the sash and let the robe fall open and hang loosely off my shoulders. Jason’s eyes went right to my pussy.

“Be a slut now!,” my man whispered in my ear from behind me.  “Spread your pussy lips. Run your finger up in your cunt and show Jason how wet you are.” 

This was getting to be damn serious business, but then I’d gone this far, and there didn’t seem to be anyplace I could stop. I did as I was told and showed the young man my pussy before burying my finger in it. 

“Now frig yourself Rose Anne! Show Jason how a horny slut masturbates. Make your pussy slick and ready for my cock.“ 

“M-masturbate? R-ready for your cock,” I stammered. “No more, Clyde! No more, I won‘t…” 

“Don’t tell me no slut. I told you to jerk off for Jason. He has seen you naked, now he wants to see you perform. Afterward I’m going to let him watch me fuck you. Get rid of that ridiculous robe Rose Anne, and do as you have been told.”  

Jason’s face turned a bright red as I spun around to protest to my lover, ”No Clyde, no…,” but he cut me short. 

“Get yourself off bitch! Then get your ass over year and sit down on my cock! Perhaps you would rather Jason watched your tits bounce up and down as I make you dance with my switch on your legs. I'm sure he would enjoy that, and I won't quit until you promise to do as you have been told. So you see, you have two choices. I can whip you before you show Jason how much you enjoy your finger, and my cock, or we can get this done without the whipping. Which will it be Rose Anne?”  

There didn’t seem to be much choice. I dropped my robe off my shoulders, spread my legs, and began to masturbate with my finger. Just the idea of what Clyde was making me do was enough to bring on a climax without much more. It couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes before my cum left me bent double and quivering. My boy audience watched my humbling performance at me with such intensity his eyes were very nearly popping out of his head. 

Finished with my first degrading assignment, I crawled into Clyde’s lap, sliding my love sheath over his hard-on as I sat down.  Each of his hands grabbed a breast. It felt so good to have him inside me and his fingers toying with my nipples. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him to me that I might kiss him hard on the lips. 

I had forgotten that Jason was even there until breaking away from my kiss Clyde reminded me. “Show Jason what you can do! Ride me woman! Let me hear you beg for it. Let Jason hear it too. Tell Jason how good it feels to have your pussy stretched with a big cock. Tell him what a slut you are and how much you want to be fucked.” 

May God forgive me, but I could not help myself. I did all those things and more. Straining the muscles and my thighs to their limit, I bounced up and down on his lap sliding my pussy over the masculine peg that had made me it’s helpless captive. I begged for more, more cock, more fuck. 

I was shameless in my passion even turning my head to face Jason, and in a half whine and half moan I pleaded with him, “OH YES, it is so good! Its so good Jason to be fucked like this, to be filled with cock! Please Jason, please tell him to fuck me harder!”   

When it was over, and I been properly fucked in front of this stranger, my pussy was flooded with my lovers ejaculation, and after I had degraded myself with my orgasms, Jason left. As he went out the door he did not speak to me, nor I to him. I am sure, however, that he must have enjoyed my slutty performance. 

As Clyde left for his own apartment, he gave me my instructions for the next day. “Tomorrow you will go to work braless, and with the two top buttons of your blouse undone. You are to wear panty hose, but without panties underneath.” 

“I will be in your office after lunch to take a deposition from one of your firm’s clients. After the depo’ I will have a gift for you, and I will leave it with you when I go. You can thank me for it tomorrow night at your place. We will be skipping dinner so have something to eat before I arrive. Just be naked and ready for me when I get there.” 

With that he left and I did not see him again until one thirty the following afternoon.

*****************

Clyde breezed into our offices right on time for his deposition. For just a minute or two, he stopped by my desk in the little cubicle at the door to my boss’s office. He first checked to make sure that the two top buttons of my blouse were undone, then ran his hand inside and gave my left tit a squeeze. I don’t think anyone saw him do that, but it was a pretty brazen thing for him to do in a busy law office. 

Worse tho, was the way I reacted. Instantly my pussy juices began to run. For the next few minutes I could not concentrate on my work for crazy images in my head of being laid on my desk and fucked in front of the whole office staff. 

A little after 3:30 Clyde came out of his deposition and dropped a note on my desk as he went by. It read: “I’ll meet you in the hall in front of the men’s toilet in 2 minutes. Be there. Clyde.”

I hurriedly wrapped up what I had been working on, and took the employee’s exit into the hall. Clyde was nowhere to be seen. I walked down the length of the hall and waited by the men’s room. Suddenly the door flew open and there was Clyde. He grabbed my right wrist in one big hand and with a single yank he snatched me inside. 

“What are you doing.” I protested. “Let me go. I can’t be in here.”

“Then where in this building would you take me for my blow Job? You certainly can’t expect me to go into the lady’s room now can you? You are my slut now Rose Anne, and you will suck me when and where I tell you to suck me. In here sweet thing! Quickly now, before someone comes in and sees you with my prick in your mouth. For damn sure you will have something to be embarrassed about then.”

With that he shoved me into a toilet stall and followed closely behind me. He slid the little bolt on the stall door closed insuring some degree of privacy..

“Get a move on lover! Unless of course you would rather wait until we have an audience.” he was smirking at my distress as he pulled my skirt up and ran his hand between my legs stroking the crotch of my panty hose. “Pull your panty hose down. Sit on the toilet as if you were taking a pee and spread your legs.”

I did just as he said. There didn’t seem to be any choice. It would take time to argue, and I was terrified someone, perhaps even my boss, would come in and catch us having sex. Better to give him his blow job and get this over with. 

In seconds I was seated on the toilet with my skirt and panty hose down around my ankles. He unbuttoned my blouse, and without a bra, my tits spilled out into his hands. I must have been the very picture of a slut bitch in heat. My pussy was exposed, impatient, and becoming wetter by the second. My bare tits were swinging free, and my nipples were growing hard under his touch. 

“Spread wider, Rose Anne! Open your legs for me like the horny little slut you are.” As my thighs parted he reminded me, “Remember I told you yesterday I would be bringing you a gift. I have it right here, something for your pussy.”

As my thighs parted, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black vibrator.  The thing was plastic, two and a half, maybe three inches long, and perhaps a half inch in diameter. He snapped it on and in a quick thrust shoved the buzzing little machine from hell all the way inside my vagina.

A step forward and he was straddling my lap. His crotch was in my face as he gave his next orders, “Close your thighs tight girl, and hold that thing in there. Unzip me and get my dick out. You are going to give me that blow job now.”

The zipper on his fly wasn’t easy for me and I fumbled a bit until I could get his cock out. It was still pretty soft but on the rise, and it hardened quickly after I dipped my head and took it between my lips. I certainly didn’t mind in the least having him in my mouth again, but that thing in my pussy was driving me crazy, Those fingers playing with my naked tits as I sucked him didn’t help my concentration any either. 

I was still petrified that a lawyer or client from our firm would come in to use the bathroom and catch me in this embarrassing predicament, but even as I fretted about the possibility, a giant orgasm exploded in my belly. God, how could I be so aroused from being mistreated like this? 

Scared as I was, I wanted Clyde to fuck me right here in the men’s room, but not even Clyde would dare do that. I knew this blow job was all I could expect from him this afternoon. After my man had pleasured himself in my mouth, and I had swallowed his load, I would most likely be sent back to my desk as if nothing had happened. Thus, a slut once used is so quickly discarded.  

But, oh how sexy it was to be this man’s love toy, and made to suck his beautiful cock in a public men’s room. Who but a common whore would sit on a toilet with a mouthful of hard-on and a pussy stuffed with a pulsing vibrator..., and enjoy every minute of it. God, why had it taken me so long to find the sex I needed? What else had I been missing out on all my life?

His ejaculation came in a flood, more than I could take. Some of his precious milky seed escaped my lips and dribbled down onto my bare tits and into my pubic hair. When I finished with the last spurt of his semen, Clyde scooped up the mess on my tits and had me suck it off his fingers. 

Despite my worst fears, at least no one had come into the men’s room while I was servicing my man’s wonderful rampant phallus. Clyde stepped back from straddling my lap allowing me to again stand up. I reached down to remove the vibrator from its nest in my cunt, but a big hand stopped me.

“No, you forget that you are a slut now Rose Anne,” Clyde told me, “I want you thinking of nothing but your pussy until tonight. Until you see me again, you will keep that little goodie inside you and running. Pull up your panty hose to help hold it in there. I let you wear them today for just that purpose.”

Shaken by these instructions, and disoriented by the buzzing in my cunt, I could only stand there with my mouth agape, too stunned to even protest.

“See you at seven,” he promised as he disappeared briskly out the door of the men’s room. 

I scurried quickly over to the nearby ladies room to redo my makeup and try to make my clothes and myself presentable again. The physical damage I could repair somewhat, but emotionally I was a wreck. Not only did I have that thing running inside me, but my nipples were tender and swollen, and without a bra they rubbed against my blouse, accentuating the sensations that were flowing from my poor tormented pussy. 

Much as I wanted to, however, I was afraid to take the damn vibrator out of my cunt. He would know! How I couldn’t imagine, but I was sure he would. Then I would be whipped with that damned switch. It was better to obey like a good little love slave.

Over an hour was left until our office closed for the day. For that entire time, I sat at my desk on the edge of cumming. Under the stress of that damned little buzz machine, my fingers on the keyboard turned to spaghetti scrambling the letters on my computer monitor. Oh how I struggled pretending to work as usual as that thing in my cunt bred a constant flow of tiny orgasms. My ride home was no better, indeed it was worse. Once I was so distracted that I almost caused an accident. 

It was some better to be home. At least I was at last in private.  Blowing Clyde this afternoon, the way he had played with my tits, the vibrator running in my pussy, all those things had left me a female in heat with the pungent odor to match. I couldn’t bathe with that thing in me, however, so I stripped and took a dry bath in rubbing alcohol and half a bottle of perfume. I fixed myself a sandwich and then sat down to watch TV. Naked and on a sensual binge, however, I could not resist the temptation of masturbating my clit as I waited for Clyde. 

Promptly at seven I greeted Clyde at the door. I was naked as he required, and he put me thru my regular routine of showing my bare ass to the neighborhood before he would come in and shut the door. I didn’t care about that this time. I was so horny I would have raped a preacher had there been one handy. All I could think about was Clyde’s cock and how I was going to die if he didn’t take me inside and fuck the shit out of me.

Once inside tho he just grinned at me and said, “Rose Anne, you smell like a whore.” Then taunting me he asked, “Did you enjoy yourself this afternoon?”

“God damn you Clyde Horner, what a terrible thing to do to a girl.”

“I didn’t ask you that sweetie,” he answered. “I asked you if you enjoyed yourself?”

“Well..., yes, sorta, I guess, but this thing you left in me; it’s driving me crazy.”

“Shucks, Rose Anne! I didn’t know that. Why didn’t you say so. Come here darlin ’. Let me take it out.”

Clyde is going to be a great lawyer. That “oh gosh, I’m so innocent” act comes so natural to him.

“O.K. my horny bitch! Spread yourself for me. You know the drill. At attention!  Legs apart! Arms up! Fingers locked behind the head! Tits out!”

Humiliated, but oh so eager for his hands on my body, I took my slave pose in front of my owner.  He reached between my legs fumbling to remove that damned little vibrator. Except at first there was a lot more fumbling than removal. He pretended he couldn’t manage a grip on it, but I know that was a lie. He was grinning like a Cheshire cat thru the whole ordeal, teasing my pussy with his fingers and ‘accidentally’ stroking my clit. Clyde was laughing out loud at my discomfort and embarrassment. Only when I was reduced to begging did he finally pull the damned thing out of me.

“See,” he announced gloating, “Tickle your sleepy master’s ribs, and he will make you pay. Well now, its into the shower with you my sexy little bitch. You smell like a whore house on a holiday weekend. Come on! I need a shower too.”

With that he led me off to my bathroom where he stripped down and we showered together. I washed his cock and balls. I took full advantage of having his tender root at my mercy and raised him to a raging hard-on, teasing him with both my mouth and fingers. 

He washed my pussy, and just as I had done to him, he took his revenge by erotically teasing my body as he lathered and scrubbed. His hands already ha me on fire when he turned me around, ran his hands between my legs, and with soapy fingers, he plundered first one and then the other of my two tender bottom holes. 

Then came the command that I so dreaded, but which I knew one day would surely come.  “On your knees Rose Anne, it’s time I fucked your ass. You can never truly be my slut until you have given me your rear hole. Tell me girl, have you ever been butt fucked before?”  Behind me, I could feel his soapy fingers probing at my rectum, stretching me, getting me ready. 

“No please Clyde, no man has ever taken me there,” I answered. “Please Sir, not in my ass. It will hurt. Put it In my pussy please.”

“Then it is time that you gave up your virgin ass. Slick with soap is the best way for the first time.  I promise the hurt will not last for long. You must learn to take my cock up your butt hole. You will never be a proper slut otherwise.”

I hesitated but I knew I could not disobey. Gingerly I dropped to my hands and knees in the bottom of the tub, and waited like a dog bitch for my stud to mount me and breed my ass. With my hair falling over my face, my tail high in the air, and my tits dangling under me, I was the classic female in submission to her male. 




Light My Fire Ch. 02



Clyde continued to lather me between my legs, delaying, procrastinating, making me squirm as I searched for a way to deal with my reluctance. Frightened as I was, there was never any question about taking his cock in my anus. I belonged to him, I was his spoil of war, a helpless captive of his penis, and I would do whatever he demanded of me. 

Just as yesterday morning, I could feel his hard cock probing the crack of my ass, only this time he was seeking that puckered little rear hole rather than my pussy. There! Oh God, Clyde had found the entrance to my bowel. I clenched my teeth waiting for the pain, but I was very soapy and slick back there, and as he had promised, his cock head punched past my sphincter quite easily. I could feel my tissues stretch as inch by inch Clyde gradually but carefully drove his prick up my rear sleeve. 

As he pushed his way in, he necessarily raised his own hips upward until finally he was squatting high over my tail bone fucking my ass from above as much as from behind. God, how did I take all of him? I could hardly believe it. That was but a fleeting thought, however, one quickly erased by one more primitive as a huge orgasm began to build inside my empty pussy. It was simply unbelievable that I could orgasm from a cock up my ass hole!

In erotic surrender I moaned…, pleading…, “Fuck me! Oh please more! FUCK MY ASS!” 

"Oh Clyde, I'm cumming. Damn you, you ass fucking son of a bitch, fill my ass hole with your cum. I am your ass fuck whore. I want your cock there, I want your cock anywhere, everywhere! Oh shit, I'm still cumming! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! I am your ass fuck whore. I want your cock there, I want your cock anywhere, everywhere! Oh shit, I'm still cumming! Fuck me! Fuck my ass!"

Could that really be me begging for my lover to rape my ass? Only days ago I would not have allowed any man to do this to me. Now, however, I submit to his every desire. This must be about the end, however. I couldn’t imagine how a woman could be more submissive to a man than to willingly give him her ass. 

I had no idea how much I had yet to learn!

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To be continued. VOTE, and feedback please.



Light My Fire Ch. 03



Roseanne is by now well into her ‘reprogramming’, and has very little will of her own remaining. Mesmerized, and very nearly in Clyde’s total control, he takes her submission to the next level. 

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Later, when we were in bed together after Clyde had taken the virginity of my ass, I snuggled gratefully in his arms as gave me my instructions for the next day. I was to wear my shortest and tightest ‘slut skirt’ without underwear of any kind. Whenever my boss called me into his office I was to unbutton the third button on my blouse and find a way to let him see my bare tits and nipples. At the first possible opportunity I was also to let my skirt ride up my legs to give him a look at my pussy and/or ass. If my boss wanted to grab a feel of my body, I was to allow him to do so. 

My boss is a thin gray haired man of 60 plus years who is famous for his reserved demeanor. I have never seen an emotion on his wrinkled face. Common office gossip has it that he has not smiled in twenty five years. Would I loose my job? Married for more than forty years and a deacon in the Methodist Church, I was afraid my dour employer might not find Clyde’s new dress code for me amusing or even acceptable.

Despite my reservations, however, I had no choice but to do as I was told. Clyde was sure to find out if I didn’t. The next day I showed up for work looking for all the world like a ten dollar whore. 

The very first thing that morning my boss asked to see a file that was in the bottom drawer of his office file cabinet. As I squatted to retrieve the file, my tight little skirt crept up to my hips and beyond. I knew all too well that at his desk behind me my boss had a front row view of the crack of my ass and maybe a bit of my pussy as well. 

I brought the file to him, and when I stooped to hand him the file, my blouse with the third button undone came open and my tits almost fell out in his face. Sweat broke out on the poor man’s brow as he took a long lusting look down my open blouse at my braless breasts swaying over his desk. I stayed that way as long as I dared. I have to admit, I was beginning to get a charge out of teasing the old prune. 

Embarrassing as it was to show my body off like a cheap whore, it became a lot less so as the day went on. I had other chances to give the old man a couple of other good peeks at what I had to offer, and I didn’t miss a one. He didn’t make a pass at me, but I could see in his eyes, and from the bulge in his pants, he was thinking about it. 

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That evening, naked except for my slave collar, I greeted Clyde at the door. Even as he shed his coat and tie, he asked me to tell him about my day and how my boss reacted to my sexy show. I thought he would die laughing. 

“Gave him a hard-on did you? Why that old sanctimonious codger,” Clyde choked thru his giggling, “I knew it! I have always suspected that underneath that Methodist prune face was a dirty old man. Another day or two of tempting him like that and he will be running his hands up your leg reaching for your pussy.”

Teasing the old man was one thing. His hand on my pussy, that would be another. That didn’t sound to me like anything I wanted to get into, but before I could say anything about it, the doorbell rang.

Another visitor! Could it be Jason again? Or this time really Alan Seeger? Or, had Clyde found someone else to embarrass me. To tell the truth, I felt it probably was Seeger. I figured Allen was sure to show up eventually. Once again tho I wanted my robe, and once again Clyde questioned me about it.  

““Why the damn robe Rose Anne? It didn’t do much good last night did it? Just answer the damned door.” 

“No Clyde, it could be anybody and you’re the only one I answer the door naked for.”

As he did the night before he shook his head sadly and mumbled something about the sisters talking to me.  By this time however I had my robe on and my hand on the door knob. 

It was Jason again. “Good evening ma’am,” he greeted me politely. 

Too damn politely and too damn cool too considering that last night this boy had seen my me perform like a $10 whore as first I masturbated myself, and then let Clyde stick his cock in me while he watched.  But I could be cool and polite too, and it wasn’t the kid’s fault that I have become such a slut. 

“Good evening Jason. What can I do for you.“

“Mr. Horner asked me if I would like to drop by and I promised him that I would. “ 

This was where Clyde interrupted. That didn’t come as any surprise to me. This was all his idea wasn’t it? Another one of his games, another embarrassing hoop for me to jump through no doubt. 

“Jason tells me that he’s been pretty lonesome for some female companionship, being a stranger in town and all, and you have to admit the way you begged me to fuck you last night is sure to stir up a young man’s hormones.” 

It wasn’t hard to guess where my lover was going with this. “No damnit Clyde, I don’t care how lonesome he is, or how active his hormones are. Jason is a nice boy but I’m not going to let him fuck me. No way!” 

Clyde’s expression went blank and his voice cold. “Don’t tell me what you are, or are not going to do, bitch. You have three choices.” 

“ONE, you can strip off that robe and do as you are told; OR” 

“TWO, you can strip off that robe and stand at attention with your hands over your head while I switch your tits and belly until you do as you’re told; OR”

“THREE, you can quit me, and I will be out that door in a heartbeat,,,, and for good. 

That’s the full list of your options, Rose Anne…, take your pick! 

“No,” I continued to argue. “Please listen Clyde …”.

“No, YOU listen my horny slut. You have been getting a little too attached to me lately. You need to broaden you circle of acquaintances and Jason here has volunteered to help. Not another word out of you. Either quit on me, or open that god damned robe and let Jason feel your breasts and finger your pussy.”

Even last night I had suspected that this thing with Jason was probably heading somewhere I didn’t want to go, but I couldn’t see any way out then, and I’m no better off now. Could I give up on having Clyde’s cock in my pussy? No damn it, I couldn’t, at least not until he demanded something I just couldn’t possibly do. Allowing Jason to fuck me wasn‘t quite in that category, and it made even less sense to have Clyde humiliate me with his damned switch before agreed. I didn’t have much choice but to keep playing my role as love slave.

With a sigh of resignation, I opened my robe and let it fall from my shoulders. I was suddenly very conscious of the collar around my neck and what it signified. A flood of sensual memories from my old teen masturbation fantasy about being sold at a slave auction came rushing across my mind. How similar all this seemed. Wasn’t Clyde putting me ‘on the block’ so to speak, offering his naked and collared slave to a stranger‘s use. 

This was no longer some harmless game, I had to face what I had become. I was a female slave, and female slaves are passed around from man to man. The realization that I was a chattel to be lent out or sold terrified me…, and at the same time set me on fire. I wanted to quit, to tell Clyde Horner to go fuck himself, but I my servitude was already too deep. I had passed the point of redemption. No longer free, now I was a sex toy and plaything to do with as this man pleased. 

From behind me my owner again spoke. “Assume the position Slut”.

I spread my legs, my fingers locked behind my head. I straightened my back thrusting my breasts forward, inviting the hands of this young stud. No, more than that, I was a horny slave girl aching to have a man’s hands on my already sensitive tits and swollen nipples.

“Go ahead Jason, feel her tits, play with her nipples. Put your finger up her pussy. She is a slut. She wants you to use her.” 

That was the voice of my owner giving my body away to this stranger. I couldn’t have been this dense. I must have known all along my submission would come to this. Why had I not stopped him when I could have? Could it be that in my repressed lust, I had subconsciously wanted Clyde to find some handsome young stranger to fuck me?

As Jason’s strong hands reached to fondle my breasts, I could not play the reluctant virgin any longer. I moaned in erotic appreciation. That was his signal to cup my pussy with one hand and to wiggle his fingers there, strumming those tender lips as if playing a guitar. I was dripping wet by then and when he probed me with his middle finger it came out covered with my sex juices. He held it to my mouth and I licked it gratefully. 

If there was any doubt what would happen next, that uncertainty disappeared with Clyde’s next instruction. “Undress him slut. He wants to feel your body against his. Make him ready.” 

I had once promised myself that I would quit if things came to this, but may God forgive me, that vow seemed long ago and far away. I was so hot, so aroused, that I could no longer back off when offered a hard penis. I needed to be fucked and if Clyde wanted this young Adonis to do the honors, so be it. After all a cock is a cock, and the idea of taking a strange one with the man who had mastered me watching was somehow frighteningly erotic.
 I knelt and began to take off Jason’s shoes and socks. By the time I finished, he had removed his T shirt, unbuckled his belt, opened the top button of his pants, and unzipped his fly. With a single easy yank. I dropped his pants to his ankles. He stood before me quietly as I slid my fingers under the elastic top of his jockey shorts, and pulled them down his thighs. 

The young cock I uncovered was fully erect, and it swung and bobbed over my head as I bent to clear his feet of his pants and underwear. When I once again raised my head to this now nude baby stud, that lovely prick, every bit the equal of Clyde’s great member, bumped against my lips as if begging to be sucked. 

I was willing. No, I was more than willing. I was starved. There was nothing I wanted more than to have this boy’s big dick in my mouth. I opened wide and swallowed him. Could this be Rose Anne the prick tease? Where did Rose Anne the frigid go? I didn’t recognize this new Rose Ann, naked and collared, on her knees sucking a stranger’s dick, and about to get off on doing it. 

Damn you Clyde Horner! You have run off the Sisters of Charity all right. You have indeed lit my fire, but what have you done to me in the process?

“Enough now slut. Don’t spend him cheap. Save his load for your pussy.” 

That was Clyde’s voice once more, still directing me thru my paces just in case I might forget. “Lay down on the couch and take him on top of you. French kiss him, and let him feel your tits against his chest. Tell him you want him to fuck you. That is what you want isn’t it?”

“Oh God yes!” I replied as I let that great hard-on slip from my mouth. “Tell him to fuck me Clyde. Tell him to fuck me hard. Tell him to use me and make me cum.”

“No, You tell him Rose Anne. On the couch now, and beg him to fuck you.”

I did too! On my back on the couch with my legs spread I begged this young stranger.  “Jason, please! Come lay on me. Press your body to mine. Kiss me. Play with my tits and pussy, then stick it in me and fuck me. Fuck me hard! Make me cum!” 

Jason was as hungry as I, and he was both willing and able to give me what I needed most. He fucked me three times. The first time he lay between my raised knees, his chest pressing on my breasts, kissing my mouth, just as I had begged him to do. The second time he took me from behind on my hands and knees like the bitch I have become. The third time he was on his back as I squatted over him, impaled on his cock, riding him to shattering orgasm after orgasm. 

For almost two hours he fucked me. Each time I begged him for more, but that third time, the frantic way that I sat on his cock, finally exhausted him. I’m sure he would have kissed me before he left except by the time he had his clothes back on, my lips were otherwise busy. I was already on my knees between Clyde’s spread thighs and my mouth was stretched around my owner’s cock.

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On my way to work my thoughts were full of last night. I must be making progress. Every male lights my fire now, even a not-yet-dry-behind-the-ears college boy that was only a snotty brat the last time I saw him. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel at all guilty about allowing the kid to fuck me. Of course I did so only because Clyde ordered me to, and I had no choice. Anyway, to know that my lover was there watching me get dicked was both comforting and a turn on.  

Question: Has being fucked by a stranger turned the corner for me? Have I forever thumbed my nose at the Sisters of Mercy? I am proud of myself, and I think so..., and damn, how I did enjoy my ride on young Jason’s love rod. Do I have the guts to invite him over for a curtain call? That would be a test of my cure for sure.

Lost in my sexy thoughts, before I knew it I was in the elevator on the way up to the Law Office where I worked. As Clyde had ordered, I was again dressed as a slut, a short tight skirt, a loose blouse open at the top two buttons, a garter belt and sexy black hose without slip, bra or panties. 

Clyde’s instructions are for me to give my poor boss a thrill again today. I’m not at all sure his old heart can stand it. Yesterday while he was staring down my dress at my bare boobs, his hands quivered, and he broke out in a cold sweat.  I’ve never seen him shook up like that about anything before. The old bastard is a cold fish and I can’t say that I like him much, but I don’t want to give him a heart attack. Besides, I feel sort of bad about tempting him into something he otherwise might not do.

But, the exorcist of my catholic guilt has spoken. Clyde doesn’t like my boss at all, hates him in fact, and calls the old man a fraud and hypocrite. From the old fart’s reaction when I showed him my goodies yesterday, I guess Clyde is right on. A church deacon for thirty years, and a supposed gentleman, he shouldn’t be staring at a woman’s bare breasts down the front of her open blouse. It is no excuse that I was teasing him on. A truly moral man would have put me in my place and sent me home to dress properly.  Aside from morality, my boss wasn’t being very smart. From the way I was dressed and acting, he had every reason to think I was putting the make on him, yet he let me show off my tits and ass without a word. Mr. Artimis is a lawyer. He should know better than anybody how dangerous it is to be messing around with a female employee. Sexual harassment law suits are serious business these days. Clyde must be right, even smart men sometimes think with their dicks rather than their heads.   Today’s orders from Clyde are to step things up a notch. I am supposed to find some excuse to rub against that skinny frame, and subtly or otherwise invite him to grab a feel of my body. Whatever he does, I am to encourage and allow it. WHATEVER he wants! I don’t need to guess what that means.  Clyde made it a very plain that if it comes to that, I am to suck him off or let him fuck me. 

Going that far troubles me a bunch. After all, I may be horny, but I’m not a whore. Shedding the Sisters of Mercy is one thing, but to give an old man I’m not even attracted to the use of my mouth or pussy..., well that’s something else entirely. I wouldn’t even consider doing such a thing if I wasn’t so in love with Clyde..., but is that really what I am..., in love with Clyde and afraid of losing him? Or, am I anybody’s slut now? The jury is still out on both counts, but if I’m not really only a slut, why is my pussy moist from thinking about seducing my boss? 

Mr. Artimis was standing by my desk when I came in the employee’s entrance from the hall. He gave my slutty blouse and skirt a long hard look before he said, “Miss Lombardi come into my office and close the door please. I need that same file I was working on yesterday. I put it back in the file cabinet before I went home last night.”

“Oh yeah,” I said to myself, “I’ll just bet you did. You want another look at the crack of my ass don’t you, you lecherous old bastard. And shut the door is it? Well, we all know this much don’t we, he has been thinking about me a lot since yesterday. I wonder what he has decided to do about me..., or to me?”

He took his seat behind his desk where he had the best view of my little show. Instead of squatting to open that bottom drawer as I had done the day before, this time I locked my knees and stooped way over. My skirt probably crept far enough up my ass to give him a peek at my bare pussy. At the very least he had a good long look at the choice flesh of my upper thighs and buttocks, all white and stretched tight, framed by pink garterbelt straps and dark hose.

“Bring the file over here to my desk and open it for me please Miss Lombardi.”

“Yeah,” I smiled at the thought. “Open it the way I did yesterday too, I’ll bet. Sure I will you old lecher!” He was so eager. I was disappointed and angry at him as my thoughts continued, “Why you old hypocrite. You’re so horny you stink! You want to drool over my tits again don’t you!”

I had the third button on my blouse undone by the time I circled his desk and laid the file open in front of him. I extended my arm by pointing to the page. That was my chance to press my blouse with a soft tit underneath against the side of his neck and face. 

He moaned a little as turned his head toward me. His nose had no place to go but into my bare cleavage. I didn’t pull away. That gave him the courage to rest his hand on the back of my knee. Slowly he began to move it upward along my thigh. By the time he reached my bare pussy his tongue was licking me between my boobs. Now it was my turn to moan as a skinny finger slid into my wet slit,

“Stand up Miss Lombardi,” he told me, his finger still inside me. “Open your blouse!”

I did as I was told, and as my breasts fell free in his face, his free hand grabbed a fistful of tit. His lips closed over first one nipple and then the other. His finger was no longer just in my pussy, now he was frigging me with it, and pressing on my clitoris with his thumb. I couldn’t help myself. I moaned for a second time. 

“You are a tramp, a dirty little whore, you do know that don’t you Miss Lombardi?”

“Yes Sir, Mr. Artimis, I’m a slut. What do you want of me?”

“Strip off that blouse and skirt Miss Lombardi. I’m going to give you what you have been asking for.”

I was in awfully deep, a lot deeper than I wanted to be, but I shrugged the blouse off my shoulders. He spun his swivel chair toward me, and took his hand away from my cunt. I opened the buttons on the side of my skirt and let it drop to the floor. I stood there quietly between his knees, naked now except for shoes, hose and garter belt. He was leaning back in his chair, looking up at me, his eyes feasting on my body, a leer on his lips. 

Emotionally I was caught in the middle, on fire but holding my breath hoping that he wouldn’t go any farther. I knew, however, what was certain to come next. He was every bit as hot as I was, maybe hotter, and he clearly wanted more from me.

“Down bitch!” Take my cock out and suck me!”

Why did I keep on? I don’t know, but in lighting my fire, Clyde has indeed made a slut of me. I dropped to the floor, sitting on a hip, my upper body supported by my arms over his thighs. I unzipped his fly, and reached inside for a semi-hard, very long but thin, penis. I lowered my head and began to suck him. 

I had promised myself last night that I wouldn’t let things go this far no matter what Clyde wanted of me, but here I was naked between the knees of a man almost twice my age giving him a slutty blow job. Next he meant to fuck me, and I was going to let him do that too. How did I get myself into this? Damn Clyde Horner. I love him so much, but sometimes I wish I had never heard of him.




Light My Fire Ch. 03



Too late now. I am in heat. In two weeks I have gone from semi-frigid to nympho. Even this ugly old man lights my fire now, so what else can I do? I know what I must have next. A dick is in my mouth, and as soon as I can make it hard, I want it deep in my cunt. 

“Stand up Miss Lombardi,” he ordered. “At my age we can’t waste my cum now can we? You do want to be fucked don’t you?”

I was true. I did want to be fucked. “Yes Sir,” I told him. “I need your dick inside me. Fuck me Mr. Artemis! Please fuck me! HARD! FUCK ME HARD!”

I was no sooner back on my feet until he too was standing, and from behind me he pushed my upper body face down over his desk. I spread my legs without being told. Behind me I could feel his finger probing in my pussy. I was so wet! I swear I could hear the sound of ‘squish, squish’ as he finger fucked me. 

Then as suddenly as it came, his finger was gone. Twice I felt him probe searching for my core, with what could only have been his cock.  He found my cunt on the third try, and with a single push he slid that long thin male shaft down my love sleeve all the way to my womb. Buried to the hilt inside me, he reached forward with one arm and grabbed a handful of hair. Cruelly he yanked my head back, reining me in as if I was a mare whose gallop he needed to control. 

He was right. I was wild, and riding this old man’s cock I was his mare in danger of jumping the fence and running away. I was so ready that even on that first thrust and orgasm had swept over me, and the thereafter they kept coming, one after the other, rat-a-tat-tat. I wanted more and urged him on in hoarse whispers. “Damn you…, you horny old bastard. Fuck me! Fuck me! More! Give it to me! More!” 

And fuck me he did for another four or five minutes before I felt his cum fill my insides with warmth. His ejaculation spurting inside me set me up for one last thundering explosion that rocked me from head to toe. Behind me I could hear him calling me dirty names, but how could a slut like me resent that? It was certainly true enough, and anyway, “Sticks and stones may break my bones…” 

“Arhhha!” You bitch! You whore! Take my load. That’s what you want isn’t it, a load for your pussy? You’re so tight, so good! What a prize slut you are.”

It was right then that the door popped open. Standing there with a camera up to her eye was that blond twit that I had fixed Clyde up with as a blind date the night Alan Seeger had taken us all out on a dinner date.

“Smile at the birdie Mr. Artimis,” was all she said as the camera flash went off.

“Miss Claire,” my boss sputtered. “What are you doing in here Miss Claire? GET OUT!”

“One more for the road Mr. Artimis,” she said as the flash went off again. “Can I assume you have changed your mind now about firing me?” and with that she was gone.

My boss sort of collapsed behind me, his prick gone soft from ejaculation and shock. Quickly, however, he recovered enough to turn on me.

“Get out whore! GET THE HELL OUT!” he screamed at me. “You and that little blond bitch have ruined me. I should have known..., seen it coming. You set me up for your pal didn’t you, you little whore?”

I was as stunned by this turn of events as he was, but this was not the time to argue the point. I too wanted me out of there, and I didn’t need to be told twice. I pulled on my skirt and blouse and fled to the ladies room in a panic. I was so full of male goo that it must have been leaking from between my legs all the way down the hall. 

Straddling a sink, I struggled to improvise a douche and clean my pussy. I did the best I could to wash up and make myself presentable, but it was pretty hopeless. I was flushed, my makeup was beyond repair, my hair was a mess, my slutty costume was all rumpled, and it didn’t hide much of me anyway. When I returned to the office I still looked very much freshly fucked.

My boss met me at the door from the hall. “I think it best if you go home now Miss Lombardi. I will sign your time card out as ill. Don’t return until next week. We will talk further about this then.”

I was willing. I fled to my car and raced home. Unable to face myself or the world, as soon as I was in the door I swallowed a couple of pain pills I had on hand. They mercifully knocked me out, and I slept away most of the day until it was time to prepare Clyde’s dinner. 

By the time Clyde arrived, I had recovered some. Our meal was in the oven, I had redone my hair, I was bathed, naked, collared, and perfumed, and waiting at the door like a good harem concubine. He hugged me, then had me help strip him to the buff. I loved that. His smooth bare skin under my fingers felt wonderful and calmed me after my awful day. I tried to suck him but he wouldn’t have it. Still, even the sight of his cock, and the feel of it in my hand, lifted some of my depression. 

As we ate I told him all the details of what had happened in my boss’s office that morning. He didn’t seem surprised at Janet Claire’s unexpected appearance on the scene. In fact, other than an enigmatic little smile of approval, his expression remained impassive throughout my story. Once or twice, however, I did catch a suspicious mischievous glint in his eye that I didn’t understand until later.

When we were finished eating he led me off to my bedroom on a leash attached to my collar. He doesn’t need that awful leash anymore, although I admit that being led off to bed excites me. He knows that of course, but his main reason for using the leash is to humble me. It does too, and I hate him for it because I know that on his leash I am nothing to him, just female flesh he is leading away to fuck for an evening’s entertainment.

“Stand at the foot of the bed facing me, and spread your legs,” he ordered as he began to rope first one and then the other of my ankles to the very bottom of the bed legs. He had never tied me in quite this way before, and I couldn’t figure what he had in mind. I was apprehensive and asked what he was doing. “Shut up” was his only reply.

Once both my ankles were secured, he pushed me roughly backwards onto the bed. I landed on my back with my legs hanging off the end of the bed, bent at the knee, but spread wide. I lay on my back across the bottom half of the bed, well down from the headboard with a sizeable gap between of open bed above my head. He stretched my arms straight up above my head and bound them there tightly.

“Clyde, my love,” I begged him, “you don’t need to tie me anymore. I am willing! Take me any way you like. I am here to service your every wish and fantasy. Just tell me how I can please you.”

His reply was brutal, “An obedient captive of a desert sheik does not question what is done with her. I’m afraid you need more pain training. Perhaps another session with the switch will remind you to respect my decisions.” 

The threat of a switching (or was it a promise) shut me up and I said nothing further. Clyde knelt on the floor at the end of my bed and ate my pussy for a delightful ten minutes or so. I again wondered, however, why was I tied so far down at the foot of the bed that he had to kneel on the hard floor? When he finished driving me up the wall with his tongue, he inserted into my spasming cunt a plastic dildo shaped like a big cock. He was fucking me with it when the door bell rang.

He left the awful thing sticking in me as he stood to answer the door, and I panicked “Please Clyde, don’t let anyone see me like this. Please, please! I will be so ashamed and humiliated.”

“Why is that Rose Anne?” he asked pointedly before he left the room. “Is it because the Sisters of Mercy would not approve?” 

I heard the front door open, then only some whispering, He was gone a very long time. The longer I waited, the more my heart sank. I just knew it. The bastard was going to put his slut on display to entertain some buddy of his. My God, how that would shame me. 

At the same time, however, what an erotic picture I would make sprawled helpless across the end of my bed with a plastic cock in my swollen and sopping cunt. That image in my mind was enough by itself to send an orgasm bubbling up from my ovaries. I did sooo need to be fucked. If this disgraceful pose was the price I had to pay to have a real flesh and blood cock in me, then so be it. I had barely accepted my fate when the door opened, and standing there with a big smile on her face, and bare ass naked, was..., Janet Claire! 

“Your co-worker took a couple of interesting photographs today, Clyde began. I was sure you would want to see them so I invited her to drop by and give us a look.” 

Clyde held up two pictures already in frames up for me to see. In both I am stooped face down over my boss’s desk. My breasts are pressed flat against the fine mahogany top, but my feet are on the floor, and my legs, sleek in black nylons, are spread wide. My boss is standing behind me with his hand on his cock. Both our faces are clearly identifiable.

In the first picture, Janet caught us at a vital and intense moment of passion. The old man is buried in my pussy, and his mouth is open as if gasping for breath. My head is up, reined backwards by a skinny hand yanking on my hair. The very tip of my tongue protrudes from my lips, and ‘orgasm’ is written all over my face. White cum is seeping from around his cock and beginning to run down my thigh.  In the second photo, my head has turned toward the camera, my mouth is wide open, and that look of orgasm has been replaced with a stare of shock and confusion. My boss’s mouth is also still agape, but this time as if saying something. His cock has come out of me, but it is still hard, and the semen splattered across my bare ass glistens in the light of the camera flash. 

“These are pretty damn good shots, Rose Anne,” Clyde tells me. “I’ve never seen any better of a woman being bitch fucked. Lots of action there! I think tomorrow I will hang them on the wall here in your bedroom for the good Sisters to see every day. When they realize what a slut you have become, perhaps they will leave you for good.”

“Anyway, you have saved Janet’s job. That old reprobate has been patting her on the ass for a couple of months now, and was going to fire her unless she agreed to suck his dick. Then you come along like the 7th cavalry to save the day. He won’t dare do anything now. If he tries to fire either of you, he and his firm will get their ass sued off for sexual harassment and he knows it. Janet here is so grateful to you that she wants to do something nice to thank you.” He turned to the blond bitch and asked smirkingly, “Isn’t that so Janet.”

The little whore wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about her answer, but she did nod ‘yes’ before Clyde continued, “Well, you go right ahead and eat Rose Anne’s pussy. I can tell you from experience as she loves to have her crack licked.” With that Clyde reached down and pulled the plastic cock from my cunt and laid it on the bed between my legs. 

“No, Clyde,” I pleaded with my master. “I’m not into women. I don’t want her to do that. Please don’t make her do that. Do with me what you will, but not with another woman, Please.”

“You are just asking for the switch on those tender thighs my sweet Italian bitch.” he refused me. “Trust me! Janet is a first class cunt lapper. You are going to love her technique, and I’ll bet you will be begging her to get you off before she’s done. You had better be..., or she gets the switch too.” 

“Go on now Janet. Pay no attention to Rose Anne’s bull shit. She’s gonna love it. Make her cum on that talented tongue of yours or I’ll wear a switch out on your skinny little ass.”

A little grudgingly but without any real hesitation, the naked Janet crawled onto my bed, and straddled my head with her knees. Dropping down over my body, and resting her elbows on the my thighs, she dipped her head to my core. Her tongue pressed its way between my already stretched pussy lips, and even tho I knew what was coming, when it touched my clit she took my breath away.

Altho we were in a classic 69 position, Janet’s pussy was too high over my head for me to reciprocate in kind. I had never eaten a pussy before, and I was grateful that apparently I was not going to have to do so now. That puzzled me, however. It wasn’t like Clyde to miss a chance to make me do something I might think was dirty and humiliating. I was to find out why in a few minutes, but first I would learn how hard it was to resist Janet’s talented tongue. 

I’m certain mine was not the first pussy Janet had tasted. She was too good, too thorough, not to have had considerable experience at eating cunt. She began by licking my slit inside and out. Once my clit was standing up like a miniature penis, however, Janet made it the prime target of her swirling tongue. 

Clyde was right again. No woman could stand having her clitoris stimulated like that. I began to orgasm, just as he had said I would. As he also predicted, I begged the bitch for more, and screamed at her to keep on licking me.

My surrender was the signal Clyde had been waiting for. As he crawled behind my head and Janet‘s ass, I understood why I was tied so far down on the bed, and why Janet was keeping her ass up. It was a position that gave Clyde ample room to kneel behind the little blond bitch, and readied himself to fill her vulnerable cunt with his penis. Lying directly under that ravaged pussy I was to have a ringside view of Janet being fucked by a cock I thought of as my own. 

First Clyde’s fingers spread her cunt. Her labia began to swell with blood even before he started to finger fuck her. Then a finger disappeared inside her, then two, then three. She was so hot and ready, I think she could have taken his whole hand without a whimper. By the time Clyde was finished frigging her, Janet was so wet that her juices were dripping down onto my face. 

Abruptly, he straightened up, aligned his hips with his target, and in a single stroke took Janet in her cunt. The blond bitch screamed, whether from pain or pleasure I could not tell, but his thrust shoved her forward driving her nose and face into my pussy. 

Overwhelmed by the sensations flowing from our cunts, both Janet and I lapsed into a series of continuing orgasmic spasms. Clyde, however, had something more in mind. He would pump three or four hard strokes into the cunt hanging over my nose, then pull out and feed his erection into my mouth. I could taste her on him of course, but I didn’t care. It was enough that I was sucking on my man’s sweet meat. 

He would be coming soon, and I meant to steal his jism away from the pussy was fucking. That would not be easy, however. I was allowed to suck only for a few moments before Clyde would pull away from my mouth, and plunge the great penis I loved back into the cunt I had come to hate.

The competition for Clyde’s semen continued apace in a dead even struggle. Clyde would let me suck him awhile, then take his contested phallus out of my mouth, and shove it back into Janet’s shaved pussy. Once returned there, I could only watch helplessly as the friction of her pussy lips grabbed at the silky smooth skin of his hard-on. Stroke, stroke, stroke, Janet took cock, screaming with excitement at every stab of that great weapon, but I was in misery until it came my turn again to suck him. 

In fairness to her, however, even as I despaired watching my man’s cock sliding in and out of this other woman’s pussy, Janet’s tongue never let up licking my crack, and I never stopped cumming. With two orgasmic women under him, Clyde was also very close to a climax. Would he last another round of this fuck and suck? Yes, he is pulling out of her once more. He will return to my mouth, and I will have one more chance to bring him off. God, what a lover he is. 

It was all to no avail, however. He was in Janet’s cunt when I saw the sack around his balls tighten and I knew I had lost. Of that first great ejaculation, only the seepage from around her pussy lips fell to me. Bless my master, however. He knew what distress I was in, and he pulled out of her in time to turn his second and third semen blasts onto my face and into my open mouth. What I caught of him tasted so good, the best and sweetest male seed I believe has ever been on my tongue. 

I would soon pay for my pleasure, however. Clyde had not forgotten my earlier disrespect and arguing. Once released me from the bed, Clyde moved a small low coffee table to the center of the room. He made me stand on it with my legs spread while he shoved that plastic cock back in my pussy. Then I was told to raise my arms straight up over my head. 

I stood there in terror of what was to come while Clyde played with my tits, at first only with his hands, but later with his mouth as well. His tongue, lips and teeth tortured my nipples until they were hard as rocks. A woman in heat is super sensitive to both pleasure and pain. Clyde knew that, and he was purposefully lighting my fire before beginning my punishment. The cruel bastard!  

Then came the ultimate indignity. He handed the switch I had carefully cut for his use to that little blond whore, and told her., “Whip her Janet. Start on her legs and make her dance. I want to see her tits flop. Be sure she screams, however, or I will make you take her place.”

I saw Janet’s eyes light up. Oh yeah, she was eager enough to make me scream all right. I begged Clyde not to do this to me. 

“Oh please master, not a woman! Not her! It’s bad enough that she is here watching. Beat me if you must, but don’t let her be the one using the switch on me.”

“You are arguing again, Rose Anne. That only earns extra cuts. Begin Janet. Hit her where you will! On her legs! On her ass and belly. On her back and on her tits.”

Oh God it hurt so. The cuts of that limber branch across the back of my thighs and my belly were so awful, but nothing compared to those on my breasts, particularly when they struck me across my nipples. I screamed and cried, begging them both for mercy, but Clyde only again reminded me that I had argued with him and protested against his orders. 

Only when I swore to do better and to never question his decisions again did he relent and tell Janet to stop. I don’t think she wanted to. I promised myself if the situation was ever reversed, as some day I knew it would be, I would pay the bitch back with interest.

When it was over Clyde sat on the edge of the bed holding his arms out to me. A hard-on from watching Janet beat me jutted upward from his lap. He called to me, “Come here sweet thing. Remember our agreement. After a slave has been switched, she must be fucked. All is forgiven now. Come sit on my rod. Take me inside you, and I will make the pain go away.” 

Of course I could not resist. With my back to him I crawled onto his lap and let myself down on the great cock I loved so. For a long time he allowed me to sit there motionless impaled on his sex, enjoying the sensation of my pussy full of man meat. All the while, however, I was showing him my love by doing my very best to squeeze him with the muscles of my vagina. He responded in kind by reaching around me to play with my tits and nipples, massaging away the hurt from the switch. 

Gradually he split his knees forcing me to spread my legs as well. At his command Janet sat on the floor before us and licked my clit and what her tongue could reach of his cock. I came and came. Oh God, after my suffering, to be fucked to a release like that is paradise.  I have never had such pleasure, from having a man inside me. No woman ever has. The hurt from my punishment was nothing compared to sex like that afterward. Pain and pleasure, somehow they merge together and become the same thing. Clyde understands me so well. 

That night all three of us slept in my bed with Clyde in the middle. The next morning Clyde had Janet and I both up at dawn and in the shower with him.  We had barely finished washing his cock and balls when Clyde ordered Janet on her knees for a blow job.  I was so envious. She had already sucked him hard and stiff by the time I remembered my last shower with Clyde. 




Light My Fire Ch. 03



I was quick to beg. “Please Clyde, kind master, do you remember? Soap me and take my ass again. Ride me! Let me be your bitch. Please Sir, put me on my knees and stuff my rear hole. Butt fuck me until you spill your seed in my rectum.”

He smiled, obviously pleased with me and my request. His hands on my shoulders pushed me down to join Janet in the bottom of the tub. There on my hands and knees, under a rain of warm water, my loving master mounted me from behind. With the help of lots of slippery soap, he filled my bowel first with nine inches of hard cock, followed by his full load of cum. 

Even better, as Clyde fucked my ass, Janet the bitch was on her back under me licking my empty pussy. After he finished in me, Clyde made the little blond whore clean my ass hole with her tongue. It was a wonderful way to start a day.

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Epilogue: The sisters of Mercy he are gone now, for good I think. My orgasms come easily now. Clyde has moved in with me and sleeps in my bed every night now. That is the good news. The bad news is that he brought Janet Clair with him to share our bed. 

He fucks her regularly.  Worse, he insists that I insert his prick in her cunt, and then makes me watch while she enjoys the penis that is mine. When he is done, he makes me use my mouth to clean their mixed love juices from his cock and her twat. On the other hand, he treats her no differently when I am the one he has chosen to hang on the end of his dick. I am sure that then she is also jealous and suffering. Not that Clyde gives a damn either way. It’s just his way of keeping us both in line.  

Mr. Artemis and I have reached a discrete accommodation in our relationship and as to my duties as his secretary. I do not come to the office dressed as a slut anymore, but I give him a blow job every couple of days, and, on the second and fourth Friday of each month he fucks me at a local motel. My salary has almost doubled. 

I have no idea what the future will bring. It’s my hope that Clyde will marry me, but I admit that that is more than little doubtful. If not him, however, perhaps someone else. As a whole woman, for the first time in my life I feel that a life’s mate may be within my reach. Whatever, in the meantime I have at Clyde’s cock to light my fire even if I must share it with a blond bitch.

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