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Running Late

By: minou



I slid my key into the lock, turning it and quickly entering the room, breathless still from the sprint I took on my way from my car to the familiar meeting place. He was by the window, staring out onto the street below. "You're late," He said and nothing more, He never even turned to look at me. I struggled out of my jacket telling Him, "I'm sorry Sir, traffic was a nightmare." 

Hanging my jacket neatly on the empty hanger, I opened the closet and put it next to His familiar leather coat, leaning in and letting his scent fill my nostrils. Closing the closet door, I began to strip, knowing He wanted me naked before Him as soon as possible. I folded my discarded clothes neatly and put them on the bench at the foot of the bed. Walking over to the dressing table, I took sidelong glances at Him, wondering if He was going to ever turn and look at me. I pulled open the drawer and removed the thin leather collar that I knew would be there. I reached up, unclasping the thin gold padlock on the chain I wore everyday, the sign of His ownership that none but the two of us recognized. 

My fingers ran along the worn leather of the collar from the drawer, I wished I could wear this everyday instead of the plain gold chain, but I knew that very few people would understand its significance. I was still panting, no longer from the run but from the anticipation of what was to come. It had been almost a week since I had last seen Him, usually I received my summons much more frequently. I fastened my collar to my neck, loving its tight comforting feel and then moved to the side of the bed near the window. I dropped to my knees, my legs spread and my back arched, thrusting my full breasts forward. I raised my hands, clasping my fingers together just under the base of my skull. My head was held high and proud even as my eyes were downcast. I slid my tongue over my lips and waited for Him to acknowledge me.

He left me there for what felt like an eternity before finally turning and walking over to me, I felt His fingers sliding over my hair, taking a handful of the loose curls as He bent down to nuzzle my ear. "I suppose you'll have to be punished instead of what I had planned for you girl, you really should learn to be on time." I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded, "yes Sir." My mind was racing, trying to think of all the possible punishments He might come up with, I always did this trying to prepare myself for what was to come so that it wouldn't be so shocking. I was yet to out guess Him though and knew I was unlikely to this time either. 

His hand suddenly locked in my hair, grasping a tight handful and tugging upwards, forcing me onto my feet. He drug me towards the window and pushed my naked body against the glass, forcing my breasts to spread out into huge globes of flesh flattened by the pane. I felt Him moving behind me, ever so softly sliding His fingers down my spine and over my clenched buttocks. If I knew nothing else, I knew I would receive a thorough spanking for having been late and keeping Him waiting. I clenched my entire body, waiting for the blows that were sure to come. He surprised me by only spanking me for a short time, my ass was hardly stinging at all, and instead of reassuring me it made me fearful for what was to come. 

I looked at Him a little wild eyed as He drug me away from the glass, never even noticing the little crowd of people who'd gathered below to watch the naked girl in the window. He kept His fingers locked tight in my hair, pulling me to the bed and practically throwing me onto it. I squirmed to the center of the bed and tucked my feet beneath me, waiting for His orders. He went to the dressing table and came back with several lengths of cord. "Lie on your back in the middle of the bed girl, and clasp your hands together above your head." I didn't hesitate at all, but moved quickly to follow His orders. He climbed onto the bed, straddling my body as he leaned over me, tightly binding my hands together, wrapping the thick cord from my wrist to my forearm so that I couldn't move my hands apart. He then tied the ends to the headboard, ensuring that I could move my hands no more than a few inches at best. I took advantage of Him being over me, lifting my head and kissing along His neck, loving the taste of His skin.

He looked down at me, smiling a little half smirk at how I looked, breasts heaving, bound to the top of the bed. He began sliding down my body, His hands moving along my sides, cupping my breasts as he cruelly pinched my left nipple. I let out a low moan as He kept moving down my body, His hands nearing the junction of my thighs, aching for His touch but knowing with His current mood it was more likely to be cruel than kind. He surprised me by lightly dragging His fingertips over my bare pussy lips, making me part my thighs and arch towards His hand. He laughed at how easily His touch got a response from me. 

"Spread your legs for me, pet." I complied, sliding my legs apart for Him, unbelieving that He was going to touch my aching cunt so quickly, usually He'd make me wait for hours. He lowered His mouth to me, breathing hot sweet breath over my outer lips, I arched up, trying to get closer to Him. I felt His hands sliding down my legs as He drew his tongue down my slit, still only very lightly. I moaned loudly, spreading my legs even farther. He laughed softly and pushed His tongue between my slit, slowly pumping it into me, I never even noticed that He was wrapping the cord around my left ankle. I was concentrating on His mouth as I felt His hands sliding down my other leg, I did notice the cord then, but His mouth quickly covered my swollen little clit, sucking it into His mouth as He deftly wrapped the cord around my right ankle. I was writhing beneath Him unable to believe my luck, none of His punishments had ever involved His mouth on me before, that was usually reserved only for when I had been a very good girl. I soon figured out exactly how cruel He really was when he pulled His mouth away from me and brought His hand down onto my pussy with a resounding "smack" leaving me squirming in pain and frustration. 

He was too quick for me though and when my head quit swimming from the sensation overload, I realized that I was securely bound to the bed, legs spread apart, my cunt completely exposed but untouched. I groaned and tried to lift my head to see where He was. I couldn't see Him anywhere in the room and realized that He must have gone into the bathroom. I couldn't figure out why He would've done that since I had shaved my pussy just that morning and could think of no other reason He would be in the bathroom right now. 

I settled down and began to wait, not quite sure what was happening, but was that a giggle I heard from the bathroom? I listened hard and was soon sure, I was hearing a girl moaning in the other room. I began to go all red faced, wondering if He had decided to fuck one of the hotel maids instead of me since I had been late. But soon the bathroom door opened and He came in, pulling a beautiful redhead with him. Both of them were completely naked and from the way His cock was standing out and glistening I knew He'd not been able to wait long to have her. He led her over to me and leant down whispering "she was to have been yours tonight, completely for your pleasure, instead she's going to be for mine, and you're going to be for hers." I groaned aloud, He knew how jealous I got and knew exactly how I would react to this news. I could feel my face reddening already. 

He playfully slapped her ass, nothing like the firm spanking I'd received earlier, and I knew it was all for show, she was going to love how He treated Her tonight and I was sure that she'd be cumming repeatedly, while I was left wanting. "Why don't you see how her mouth is, she's been trained to lick anything that is pressed to it," he said. I closed my eyes and waited, knowing I would have no say in what I had to do for this woman. She climbed onto the bed, spreading her plump labia and sliding close to my face, she looked over her shoulder to Him, "like this?" He reached forward and pressed down on her shoulders, forcing her soaking pussy onto my mouth, "no, like this." I instinctively began to lick her pussy, moaning as I could taste Him on her as well, knowing that she'd already felt his cock pumping into her. But she did taste good, and god the way she was rubbing herself on my face. I soon forgot all about hating her for being able to have Him and was eating her pussy with complete abandon. My tongue was sliding into every little crevice, lapping at her hungrily. She was moaning, panting, driving herself down on my face with pleasure of it all. 

I heard Him laugh and looked up to see Him fondling her nipples, His mouth encircling one while His fingertips teased the other. I groaned and licked harder, wishing it were my nipples He was teasing so gently. Suddenly I saw her lean forward, grasping the headboard as she ground her pussy even harder against my face, I realized she was going to cum and thought of nothing but getting to taste her juices as the flooded down around my mouth. He had moved around behind her, and was straddling my body too, I could feel His hard cock between my breasts, pumping slowly as He watched while I coaxed her first orgasm out of her. She finally raised her body from my mouth, hovering over me while her body quivered from the climax. 

I stared up, at her and groaned when I saw Him move behind her, bending her over more and sliding His cock into her opening. I groaned as I realized He was going to fuck her like this right over my face. I licked my lips, unable to close my eyes, feeling the moisture between my legs even more as I watched someone else taking my Master's cock. Slowly He began pushing her down, stopping as her clit was touching my lips, I knew He wanted me to suck it while He was fucking her so I opened my mouth and pulled it into my mouth. I drew my tongue back and forth across the hard little nub of flesh, boldly sliding it over His cock as He slid out of her before moving back to her clit. I struggled against my bonds, groaning as I could not even squeeze my legs together for a little release of the pressure building there. 

He was grasping her hips, I could hear His breathing now, panting, rasping as He pounded into her tight little pussy still wet from my tongue. I sucked her clit steadily, taking those bold swipes at His cock every chance I got, loving the taste of Him on my tongue. He was fucking her furiously, I could hear her moaning, nearly screaming out as He drew himself completely out of her then thrust back in, burying Himself to the hilt with each stroke. I groaned, wishing it were my pussy He was using so thoroughly, but knowing it was my own fault for being late. Had I only taken the shortcut it would be her beneath my pussy right now while He fucked me. 

His fingers began digging into her skin and I knew from the sound of His breathing that He would cum any second now, I began wondering if He might let me have that or if he was going to empty Himself deep inside of her too. She was grinding down onto His cock, obviously loving the treatment of His slave's mouth on her swollen clit while she got pounded from behind. I saw Him tense and knew He was going to cum, I groaned as I saw Him grab her hips and impale her, pushing even deeper than before into her. His balls were tensing and I quickly moved my mouth to lap at them, urging His orgasm on. She let out a low guttural moan and began to cum around Him, I could actually see how Her pussy gripped His cock while the waves of her orgasm raced through her. 

He withdrew in one slow motion, still breathless from the exertions. I felt the tip of His cock against my mouth "lick it clean girl and then do the same for her." I opened my mouth, pulling Him into my throat, my tongue sliding over every inch of His skin. I squeezed my lips around Him trying to keep Him in my mouth even as He slid his cock out of them and then guided her messy cunt to my lips. I reluctantly licked her pussy again, tasting His sticky sweet cum mixed w/her own juices, my jealousy was almost overpowering now. I fucked her pussy as furiously as He had, trying to get every drop out of Her, not wanting any remnants of Him left inside of her. 

When I was done, she pulled off of my mouth, noticeably weakened and seemingly a bit dizzy. I saw her dressing and she reached up and gave Him a kiss on the mouth. "This was fun, we'll have to do it again sometime," and then she was leaving through the door. He left me bound on the bed and made no move to come untie me, I lay there waiting hoping it was a sign that I would not go unused this time.

Running Late



Sam glanced at his watch again and noted the time. Not usually a stickler for punctuality, even he was starting to be vaguely annoyed. So the company Christmas party wasn't the biggest event in the world, she knew it was important to him. A promotion was hanging in the balance over the next few weeks and still he could hear the shower running and the soft sound of splashing interlaced with the sound of Sera's voice singing softly as she bathed. Normally the sound would make him smile with affection, but tonight it just irritated him further that she wasn't hurrying. 

After a moment of pacing, Sam poked his head through the bathroom door just as the water was turned off. Steam billowed from behind the shower door, fogging the glass until it was rendered opaque. The room was so mired with heat and condensation, Sam could swear he could feel his tuxedo shirt collar wilting, which only served to spur his annoyance on. 

"Sera, it takes you at least an hour to get ready. You do know that we have to leave in half an hour, don't you?" Sam began, trying for an even tone, but knowing that his anger was obvious in the tight, clipped way he delivered the words.

"Yes," came the unconcerned answer in her soft, low voice. "Hand me that towel, would you?" 

Sam plucked the towel from the hook on the back of the bathroom door just as Sera emerged from the shower behind him. Even in his frustration, Sam took a moment to turn and watch her; pale skin beaded with moisture, water-darkened twists of red hair clinging to cheeks flushed pink by the heat. His eyes followed her as she patted the towel along her shoulders and beneath her breasts, until she finally lifted her sea-green gaze to his. "What? You're in such a hurry, then quit staring and let me get ready."

Sera pushed past him into the bedroom, tucking the towel tightly across her chest. Sam regained enough composure to follow behind her, irritation growing again. He began to pace as Sera sat on the edge of the bed and concentrated on smooth lotion along her arms and shoulders. Her clothes were already laid out on the bed beside her; a midnight blue satin gown that moved with her body in a way that Sam approved of very much. Without looking up, Sera sighed pointedly at the sound of his pacing and unwrapped the towel from around her body and began to dress. Sam knew from experience, however, that she would only put on her stockings and undergarments, waiting until she had finished her hair and makeup to put on her dress. Another half an hour at least! It was almost guaranteed that they were going to be late.

Clad only in heels and a dark blue bra and panty set chosen specifically to match her dress, Sera sat herself downat her dressing table to finish getting ready. Sam shot her a decidedly hostile glance as she began to carefully apply her makeup, never once looking up as he paced directly behind her. He tried to remain calm, but the tension was getting to him. Pointedly he glanced at his watch again, not even sure that she was really seeing him. A loud sigh from him, however, finally drew a response.

A sharp slap cut through the exhalation as Sera dropped the makeup brush in her hand to address him, looking at him in the mirror."Look, if you're in such a damned hurry, you could at least find some way to help instead of pacing and sighing like a rusty bellows."

"Fine. Anything. Just get moving or we're going to be late." Sam's words came in short, angry bursts. "What do you want me to do?"

Sera glanced around at the collection of toiletries on her dressing table, knowing that there wasn't much for him to do at all. It was down to her to finish applying her makeup. Still, there had to be some way to get him out of her hair. Hair. Her eyes fell on the wooden hairbrush laying next to her right hand, the circle of silver inlayed into its broad back glinting up at her. "You can brush my hair until it's dry while I put on my makeup." 

Sam regarded her incredulously, looking at the damp length of red hair that rested against Sera's back, ending just above the curve of her hips. Already she had gone back to her makeup application, ignoring his response. Sam's eyes narrowed, looking from her to the hairbrush, knowing that she just wanted to brush him off and get him to leave her alone while she got ready. Irritated, he snatched the brush up almost defiantly and began to brush impatiently at her hair, starting on the nearest place at hand. All this garnered, however, was a yelp of surprise.

Sera turned on him, eyes a storm of pain and anger, her voice snapping. "No! You start at the bottom and work the tangles out as you go up. That way it doesn't all end up in one great knot. Either do it right or don't do it and let me get on with getting ready."

Sera turned away toward the mirror again before he could respond, leaving him glaring at the back of her head. He looked down at the length of her hair, noting that it was long enough that he'd have to get on his knees to start brushing it from the bottom up. 

"It's too long, Sera. I'd have to get on my hands and knees to brush it while you're sitting down and I don't want to ruin my trousers. They're rented." 

"Then take them off."

"I'm not going to take off my pants just to brush your hair. That would only put us later!" Sam tossed the hairbrush down on the dressing table and turned to stomp away, but Sera's hand found his wrist and her eyes found his. He started to pull roughly away, but something in her gaze made him pause. 

Her voice was as soft as usual, but there was steel behind it as she spoke and her words were unusually uncompromising. "If you're in such a hurry, then take off your pants so that you can kneel down and brush my hair. If you don't, then I don't want to hear one more word about how late we are."

Glaring, but silent, Sam kicked his shoes off and unfastened his pants, laying them on the bed beside Sera's waiting dress. He retrieved the brush once again and, as Sera ignored him to continue applying her makeup, Sam lowered himself behind her.

Sam could hear his own blood rushing in his ears as he knelt behind his wife, the hairbrush clutched in his hand. He stared at the small of her back, her red hair starting to curl slightly against her skin, the color lightening as it dried. He raised his hand to slip beneath her hair, gathering it to begin brushing, and was startled to notice that his fingers were inexplicably trembling. 

Writing the reaction off to nervousness at being late, Sam gathered his wife's hair into the palm of his hand and began to apply the brush to it. He concentrated on giving Sera no further reason to delay them further by having to correct him, carefully working the tangled hair with his fingers. As the intial shock of Sera's pronouncement and his own reaction to it began to wear off, however, Sam's attention to his work began to falter. His anger and impatience returned and it showed as he began to tug more forcefully at the hair under the brush. He almost took pleasure in hearing Sera hiss with pain when he tugged too sharply or pulled too hard. 

He did not notice that Sera had finished her preparations and was simply watching him in the mirror as he worked, noting the vindictive pleasure in his expression as he jerked at her hair. It caught him by surprise, then, when she turned and her hand moved over his, pressing tight around the handle of the brush. Her other hand moved to his hair, fingers winding into a firm grip as she tugged him towards her. Sam yelped in pain as he fell forward against Sera's knee, looking up into the angry eyes of his wife.

"How does that feel to you? Is that what you call helping, Sam? Maybe I should help you the same way." 

Another sharp tug pulled him forward, leaving Sam no choice but to follow until he was sprawled across Sera's bare legs, hands futilely attempting to disengage her grip on his hair. With a twist, Sera pulled the hairbrush free and brought it down in an arc against his upturned buttocks with a smacking sound that seemed loud in the quiet room. Sam's pulse echoed in his head as Sera delivered several more stinging blows to his ass, the sensation somewhat muted by the fabric of the boxers he still wore. In his surprise he forgot all about his attempts to remove her hand from him, letting his own drop until he gripped the edge of the chair, knuckles whitening. 

Sera paused only long enough to jerk the waistband of his boxers down, sending them sliding down his legs to pool at his ankles. A sharp slap landed high on the inside of Sam's left thigh followed by a rough nudge and, without even thinking, Sam willingly pushed his legs apart. Then the blows began in earnest. A slow, but steady rhythm began to build, giving Sam only enough time to recognize that another one was coming before it landed.

Her hand in his hair tugged again, pulling Sam's head back until he was forced to look forward at the full length mirror on the closet opposite him. He had no choice but to look at himself spread across his wife's lap, no longer fighting, as her arm raised and lowered in the background, spanking his ass with that wickedly gleaming hairbrush. Most startling of all, perhaps, was that he could feel how hard his cock had become, trapped against her thigh. Each blow pushed him forward, lifting his buttocks slightly, and forcing him to rub against her soft skin in a tantalizing mingling of pain and extreme pleasure. Lips pressed together, he tried to hold back the whimper that threatened to escape him, but it was useless. Forced to watch as his wife punished him, as he helplessly ground against her, he felt himself on the verge of orgasm.

At the muffled sound, Sera's eyes met his in the reflection. Her expression was no longer one of anger, but filled with eagerness and encouragement. In that moment, as the hairbrush descended against his skin for the final time, Sam felt himself coming free inside, his fear and impatience evaporating as he came against her, spurting against his stomach and Sera's thigh.

It was several moments before Sam realized that his eyes were closed and that Sera had released her grip on him. Her palm gently rubbed against his throbbing skin as he relaxed on her lap, his mouth pressed against her skin as he panted. She helped him to sit up, holding him to her as he recovered in silence. Finally he opened his eyes to look at her, noting that most of her makeup had come off with her exertion, but not feeling the crush of frustrating impatience that he had before. Her hand moved to his cheek, startling Sam when her fingertips came away wet with tears he was unaware that he had shed. 

Finally, with a shaky laugh, he rose from her lap and helped her up as well. Taller than her, and broader, he still felt strangely grateful as she slipped her arms around him and pulled him close. He pressed his lips into her hair, breathing her in.

"I think we're going to be late...and I don't care."



Running Late



This was Michael's big chance and it looked like he was going to blow it. Why his boss picked him to make the trip to New York City was beyond him, and for him to give this major presentation that could possibly open up the whole east coast market...well it was just plain crazy. It was known through the industry that the CEO of Playtime Toys was notorious for chewing up and spitting out salesmen, and now he stood, sample case in hand, without a clue as to where he was, and with only thirty minutes to get to the meeting. He was so dead.

The morning started out fine as he left his hotel to snag a bite from a local eatery, the food was good and the waitress was cute, and he had fun flirting with her, but it was upon leaving the diner that things began to go south. He had been about to hail a cab when he realized his wallet was missing, and with a panicked heart he raced back inside to look for it. He scoured the booth but to no avail, even the cute waitress helped look, and yet they could turn up nothing. Now without funds he would have to hoof it across town to the meeting, and he had to be there by 9:00 and it was already 8:30.

With heavy sample case clutched in hand Michael began to jog down the busy streets of the Big Apple, and it was only after traveling several blocks that it finally came to him that in his panic he had forgotten that he had no idea where he was going. Buildings towered on all sides closing in on him, his heart raced, and sweat beaded on his forehead. "Shit, shit, shit!" He exclaimed, as hordes of blasé New Yorkers passed him by, ignoring his outburst as only true New Yorkers could.

He needed a phone. Of course he had no change on him so a phone booth was out, and so he would have to rely on the kindness of strangers...he was so screwed. He was standing outside gym called "Body by Dianne" and he prayed they would let him use the phone. A bell chimed as he opened the door and stepped into the gym.

"Good morning sir," a beautiful blonde woman greeted him from behind a large oak receptionist desk. "And how can we help you?"

"I need to use your phone, it's an emergency," he half declared half panted. 

"I'm sorry sir, phones are for members only," she replied with a pleasant smile.

"But this is an emergency," he exclaimed as veins on his forehead began to pop out.

"Membership is $180 for three months," the receptionist continued. "And this includes two hours a week with a personal trainer."

"But I don't have any money on me, I've lost my bloody wallet and thus the emergency," he cried. "Just, for the love a God, let me use the phone and I'll come back tomorrow and buy a six months membership!"

"I'm sorry sir, phones are for members only," she repeated with the same pleasant smile.

Frustrated beyond belief Michael threw his sample case to the ground, and started kicking it across the room. When it bounced off the wall the latch finally gave into the abuse, and all of its contents spilled out. Jars of anal lube, fisting gloves, handcuffs, and ball gags spread across the floor like a cavalcade of kink, while dildos and vibrators of all shapes and sizes proceeded to roll and bounce their way across the room.

The receptionist looked down at the tide of toys, then back up into Michael's eyes, and grinned a wolfish grin. She leaned over and pressed the intercom, "Dianne, can you please come to reception," she uttered while her grin just got bigger.

The door that presumably led into the gym opened and goddess stepped forth. She stood easily six feet tall, her raven hair hung to her lower back in a long ponytail, and she was wearing a Lycra body suit that wonderfully showed off her excellent physique. She was muscular, but not to the extent of being butch, and she moved like a jungle stalking it's prey. A certain part of Michael's anatomy that was not worried about being fired stood to attention.

"What is it Vicki, I was just..." the goddess began, but her words faded as she spotted the items strewn across the floor.

"Dianne, this man needs to use our phone but he is not a member," Vicki the receptionist informed her boss.

"Really now, is that a fact?" Dianne asked with a grin that was a carbon copy of the one on the receptionist. "I think we can come to some sort of arrangement." She made her way over to the street door, careful not to step on any of the toys, and locked. She then closed the blinds, turned to face Michael, and proceeded to strip out of her body suit. Behind the counter Vicki was quickly doing the same, and in seconds both women were totally nude.

"Um, um, um, um," was all he could manage to get out as the two women approached him, and with practiced ease the pair divested Michael of his garments until he stood as naked as they did.

"You some kind of salesman?" Dianne asked, pointing at the plethora of playthings that littered the floor.

"Uh, k-k-kind of," he stammered. "I'm in town to show our new line of products to one of the biggest retail chains in America. The meeting is at nine, but I ran into some problems, and so I wanted to phone them to tell them I had been delayed."

"Give us a nice demo and you can use our phone, and I'll drive you to the meeting myself," Dianne offered.

Michael realized this is the part where a person would pinch themselves to see if they were dreaming, but if this was a dream he certainly didn't want to woken out of it, so instead he jumped right in, "What can I interest you ladies in first?"

Dianne reached down and picked up a bright red ball gag, "Open up Vicki." The receptionist giggled once and then open her mouth wide so her boss could wedge the gag firmly in, and then tied it on tight. She than turned to Michael, "Could you be a dear and hand me those handcuffs?"

"Right-o," he answered and scurried over to where a pair of stainless steel cuffs had fallen, "By the way my name is Michael."

"Please to meet you, Michael," She said and gave him a radiant smile. "Now cuff sweet Vicki's hands behind her." He quickly did as he was asked, and then Dianne bent the young woman over the reception desk giving Michael a great view of the woman's shaven pussy. "Now the lube, and let's not be stingy."

Michael picked up a jar of anal lube and proceeded to liberally apply it to Vicki's anal opening; she gasped as he forced two fingers up her ass, and then sighed with pleasure as he forced them deeper. Once all lubed he pulled his finger out, much to Vicki's dismay, and turn to see what was next on Dianne's agenda. The mistress of the gym was slipping on a pair of fisting gloves and was looking ready for action.

"This may hurt a bit," she said with twinkle in her eye, "Michael you best hold her still." He sprung in to action, ran around to the other side of the desk, and gripped the soon to be ravaged girls shoulders. Dianne then picked up a rather large and nastily studded dildo, and rammed it up Vicki's pussy. The girl groaned at the intrusion, but even though that hole had not been lubed her own juices had been flowing long enough to make it ready for anything. The thirteen-inch monster slowly made its way deep into the girl until only the end nub stuck out, and that's when Dianne shoved her hand into her ass. Vicki screamed around her gag as four fingers and a thumb were brutally shoved insider her tight ass. Michael actually had to work had to hold the girl still as Dianne's hand worked its way deeper and deeper into the now struggling girl. Once the anal ring had closed around her wrist Dianne then formed a fist and pushed further in. Pens, memos, and desk calendar went flying as the Vicki thrashed at the end of Dianne's arm; it was all Michael could do to keep the girl from rolling off the desk. Tears streamed down the girl's face as part of Dianne's forearm disappeared inside her.

"I can't believe this," Michael said as he watched Dianne piston her arm in and out of her employee's ass. Then as suddenly as it started it stopped as Dianne yanked her fist out of the girl. No gag in the world was up to the task of suppressing the howl that escaped from poor pillaged girl. Dianne then slid the now dripping wet dildo out, tossed it on the desk, and then systemically and coldly she removed the very stained fisting gloves.

Not being able to hold out any longer Michael took off Vicki's gag, but before she could even catch a breath he rammed is cock straight down her throat. While he was throat fucking her Dianne was rummaging around looking for a new toy, and came up with a nice cat-a-nine tails. Michael would never have guessed how much added pleasure there was added to a blowjob when the giver is screaming around your meat, but he could barely contain himself when Dianne laid into Vicki's soft ass cheeks with the whip, and soon himself ready to explode so he pulled out in time to shoot his load over that gorgeous face.

"Ah, crap!" Michael cried out as he looked up at the wall clock, it was five minutes to nine. "I'll never make it in time!"

"You worry too much," Dianne said with a smile as she expertly un-cuffed Vicki. "I'm sure we can find something that would make them think the wait was worth it."

Michael looked down at the cum stained and smiling face of the receptionist who was using her now freed hands to help stuff his cum into her mouth. "Well then let's pack this shit up and get going," Michael said with a leer as he hastily got back into his clothes. "I bet Mister Peterson will just love meeting you two." 



Running Late



Running late, I press the pedal almost to the floor. Clearly going faster than the speed limit, I cross my fingers hoping that there's no cops ahead. Wishing my car wasn't so loud and so brightly colored, I speed along the country road. After two minutes of hoping and praying, I am caught. "Shit!"

I pull over to the side, and hike my skirt up and my shirt down, hoping the office will let me off with a warning. I wait to hear the words, "License and registration please" and promptly hand over everything. You stand there outside my window. Not even batting an eye at my exposed panties and cleavage, "Miss, do you realize how fast you were going? This isn't your first offense either. Please get out of the car. I'm afraid you might be a danger to those around you."

I could see what you were doing there. There was no one around. Not for miles. This was a rarely traveled back road. I could feel my panties moisten, my nipples started to perk up. I opened the car door and almost tripped out I was so excited. You walked me to the front of my car.

"Put your hands on the hood and spread your legs. I need to pat you down" Obediently I bent over and spread my legs as I wiggled my ass, I could feel your hands starting at my shoulders. Working their way down. Cupping my breasts, mashing them together. Moving down my stomach, following the swells of my curves. 

Your hands hit my hips, and slid under my skirt. Your fingers grazed my clit and a moan escaped from my lips. You moved your hands to my ass and down my legs.

"I can't tell if you're carrying anything, you're going to have to remove your clothes and resume the position so I can check again."

I agreed. I didn't want to get fined or arrested for not listening to a cop. 

Stripping off my tank top. Unhooking my bra, my breasts bounce free. I slid my skirt off and stepped out of my heels. I put my hands back on the hood and waiting for my next orders. You started feeling me again. This time your fingers lingered on my nipples, tweaking them. Making me moan out.

When your fingers hit my hips, you moved on hand to the front, you dipped a finger into my pus. I let out a whimper. And you shoved your sopping wet finger in my mouth to shut me up. You pull your finger out of my mouth and push me down harder. My breasts pressed against the hood of my car. It's still hot, burning hot. I can feel the heat on my breasts and cheek.

I can't figure out why you have me in such a position, I've been nothing but cooperative, I realize you wanted my ass higher up. You begin smacking it. Left side, then right. Alternating sides, two giant red marks being to form on my ass. You snicker, knowing that for the next few days, I'll think of you any time something brushes against my ass. Crouching down you notice the river flowing from my pussy.

"You sick little slut. This is turning you on, isn't it?" Too afraid to answer, I stand there. You walk away, but I am too nervous to turn around to see where you went. After a few seconds you return and I feel something long, hard and cold pushing against my pussy . "You look like a girl who needs more than one hole filled at a time. I'm gonna fill your cunt with this night stick, and your ass with my cock."

My knees go weak. How the hell do you know what I want? The teasing stops, and you thrust the night stick in to my pussy. Pulling it in and out, you get a good rhythm going. "This is only 6 inches in, I want this thing to wreck your pussy. I want all 14 inches inside of you. I want you fucked and filled good."

My knees begin to shake. By this point, I'm so turned on I can't help myself, "FUCK ME! PLEASE FILL MY PUSSY! I NEED YOUR COCK!" With no ceremony, you shove the stick up my pussy. I let out a blood curdling scream as I shake and cum. Panting, I can barely hold myself up.

"You're only half way filled, you've gotta fit my cock in your ass now." You reach between my legs and smear some of my juices over my puckered ass hole. Teasing my ass with the tip of your head, I begin moaning, "Don't. Tease. Me. Just. Shove. It. IN! WRECK MY ASS!" 

You don't need to be told twice. Grabbing my hips, you thrust in hard and fast. My ass slaps against you. You hold yourself there for a moment, shocked that not only are you in me, but your night stick is too. You begin thrusting in and out. I'm screaming and yelling at this point. 

The pleasure is so over whelming, filled in both holes. Stretched out beyond imagination. I know I'm going to be crippled for the next week, the though turns me on even more. Convulsing in orgasm again, my asshole tightens around your dick. Thrashing around, I cum for a second time, I collapse on the hood of my car. Exhausted but still filled. 

I can't move, I can't think. I'm at the mercy of your cock and night stick. You continue thrusting your cock in and out. I'm nothing more than a hole to shove your cock in to now. Your little fuck doll. Without realizing it you pull out the night stick. I scream from disappointment, I'm so empty. I'm whimpering, I want you to fill me again. But you're not going to let that happen.

I've had my fun. It's your turn. You hold me down, and thrust in and out. The juices that were making my asshole slick have since run out. I can feel the your cock burning my ass hole. You don't care. "I'm cumming in your ass. I don't care how long it takes or how uncomfortable you are" I slowly realize that this isn't fun. I want out. But you're not letting me go any where. 

I suddenly realize that while my mind is pissed off at you, my body is getting turned on again. I can feel my nipples hardening again. My pussy getting slick. My finger itching to rub my clit. My hips begin to match your thrusts. Your cock beings to grow, I can believe that it could get any bigger. 

I slide off the hood of the car. The rocking is so hard I can't hold myself up. I drop to my hands and knees, you are riding me like a horse. Like the animal I know I am. On the ground the fucking just gets harder. You push me across the road. My hands and knees are cut up. "Keep going. Don't stop. Forget the blood. I just want your cock."

I push back into you. Your cock seems to grow again. You smack my ass a final time. Ropes of cum fly into my ass. Filling me up, I can feel it bouncing off my insides. You keep thrusting as you cum. You pull your cock from my ass. Cum oozes out of it, dripping. I collapse to the ground. 

Grabbing me by the hair you say "Not so fast. You're not done just yet" You pull me up to my knees, and spin me to face you. "Clean it, slut" Looking at it greedily, I accept the challenge. Licking it from base to tip, your cock just keeps going. "Oh no. Look what you did, slut. Can't leave me hanging now can you?" Looking up at you, the lust in my eyes is over whelming. I must have that cock. I need that cock in my mouth

Your cock, filling my mouth. Violating my throat. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, waiting for you to fill me. You grab the back of my head and guide me to you cock. Pushing me down the tip, along the shaft, your cock hits the back of my mouth. You're gonna take it all slut. Take it all or choke trying"

My throat relaxes a little more and you manage to push onward. I can barely breath. Struggling for air, I try to push away, but you've got me. Pushing a little bit harder, you some how manage to get yourself all the way in. My nose is against your stomach. I can smell you. I can smell your sweat. Your lust. Your power. I don't care that I can't breath. I love the feeling of all of you in me. Letting go, you pull out of my mouth and throat with a loud audible pop.

Gasping for air, I moan, "Please. Put it back. Put it back in me. I want your cock" Not one to disappoint, you push your way back in. Your hands at the back of my head, you begin to use my mouth as another hole. My hands start working on my clit and pussy. I'm sopping wet, my mouth is being used as a fuck hole, I'm in heaven. Your balls slapping against my chin. Your cock growing in size. Stretching my jaw and throat to their limits. Not only will my ass and pussy be wrecked, I won't be able to speak for a few days. 

What seems like too short of a time, your cock tightens. Your thrusts become quicker and shorter, your grunts become deeper. I know what's coming, your cumming. Wanting you to fill my stomach, I wrap my arms around your legs and hold you against me. I don't want to miss a drop. I want you to coat my stomach with your seed. I want you to feed me. I look up at you, waiting, wanting, filled with a hunger only you can fill. 

With that, for the second time that night, ropes of cum spurt out of your cock. Bouncing off my insides. Filling me. I can't swallow fast enough. Your cum begins to leak out of my mouth. Dribbling down my face. On to my chest and breasts. You pull your cock out. I reach with my fingers to scoop up the extra cum.

"Don't. Leave it there. I want everyone to know that you got fuck. I want my seed visible to everyone who sees you tonight." You throw my clothes at me and a towel to clean up my hands. "No ticket. No warning. Okay?" I nod my head and pull my clothes back on. You pick up your night stick and smell it. Laughing you walk away and get into your car.

I hop back into my car and pick up my phone. I punch in a few numbers and wait for the other line to pick up, "Dad? I'm gonna be a little late, I got held up in traffic but I'll be there as soon as I can." As I say these words, you drive by and remind me "You better not clean it off, I've got your plate, I can find you." I contemplate for a moment cleaning my self up, wanting you to find me but I decided against it. I comb my hair and fix my make up and drive off to meet my parents for dinner. I know if I really need to be fucked again, I can always find you along this road.



Running Late



Oh. My. Goodness. Was she seeing what she thought she was seeing? Creeping closer in the darkness, she realized she was, and while disturbing to watch, she felt her pussy twitch. Watching for a bit longer, until she felt sure she had to be back or be caught, she slowly and quietly made her way back to the street.

She had recently moved to the neighborhood, a really nice neighborhood, almost at the end of the cul-de-sac. Kids playing on lawns, dogs barking, birds singing and more than a few squirrels running up and down the White Oak trees had attracted her to the neighborhood. She drove through a few times, at different times of the day, to get a feel for it and see if she liked it enough to settle here. She'd noticed that people waved at you as you drove by, even though they didn't know you. And they genuinely smiled when they did, so it didn't feel like their eyes were just following you to see what interloper was driving through their quiet neighborhood. In particular, one day, she saw what had to be one of the hottest guys she'd seen in a long time. Dark hair and eyes, olive complexion, tall and well built but not overly muscled. And he was mowing his lawn. Shirtless. Yum. She'd never thought those goofy, long plaid shorts were sexy, but man, he'd make a flour sack look good. 

He smiled and waved, smiling even more broadly when she slowed down and waved back. She took the opportunity to stop and offer him a bottle of water from the little cooler she carried in the car. Drinking so much water every day was too expensive to stop at every convenience store and inconvenient when she had places to go, so she started carrying a few bottles of her favorite brand with her, icy cold in the morning and at the perfect chilled but not too cold temperature by mid-day. Which was now. She appraised him with her eyes as he approached the car, glad that the sun was opposite him so that not only could he not really see the lust in her eyes, but she wasn't blinded by the same light that hid the open emotion on her face. He introduced himself as Frank, thanked her for the water, and gave her another treat as he threw his head back to down half the bottle at once, the muscles of his stomach and chest undulating with his gulps.

She realized that she was almost eye-level with his crotch, and even though the baggy shorts hid any indication of what he had, her vivid imagination filled in the blanks. When he finally quenched his immediate thirst, he yanked a towel out of his back pocket, wiped his face and chest then his hands, and put the right one out for a shake. She reached out with her own right hand, realizing that when she did so, the shifting in her seat made her respectable length skirt ride up just a bit and at the same time caused her breasts to get pushed together, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage. They chatted for a bit, her mentioning two houses for sale in the neighborhood she was looking at, and another about a half a mile away that she was also considering. He gave her the rundown of the area, letting her know that in about 8 months, construction was going to begin on a man-made lake connected to this street, causing property values to skyrocket.

That day was six months ago, and while she and Frank chatted when she saw him out cutting grass on the weekends, she never did see much of him otherwise. Which was disappointing, and one of the reasons she had decided to start jogging in the neighborhood. It was perfect for a good run; slightly hilly, exactly a mile from the main highway to the end, full of people out during daylight hours which made her feel safe, and had lots of trees lining the street so that she had a good bit of shade to run in. Hopefully, she'd see him out and be able to make more conversation, maybe more intimate than just a handshake and a cold bottle of water on a hot day. She also felt good about herself since jogging also helped her tone up a bit and drop a few pounds. Not that she didn't already look good; she overheard the comments all the time about how men like a woman with a little 'meat on her bones' and cushion for the pushin' and all that. All her extra weight was in her ass, which was a good place for it to be. It gave her a rounded, luscious look in jeans, accentuating her small waist and nice boobs. Full lips, but not Angelina Jolie full, a nice, straight nose, and some big, blue eyes completed the picture. She'd always been told she looked like an owl as a baby with those huge eyes, and after investing in some MAC makeup and a few tutorials, she knew exactly how to apply her makeup to accentuate those baby blues. 

Her friendly, outgoing personality and willingness to discuss any subject helped. It had gotten her in trouble a few times, once waking to find herself tied up with pantyhose and being spanked with a spatula by a guy she met in a bar. He'd drugged her drink, taken her back to her place and raped her, thinking she wanted that when she got into a discussion with him about BTK killers, her love of cooking, and how she thought it was wonderfully innovative that during wartime in the '40s, women drew hose seams on their legs with eyebrow pencils because of rationing. She guessed when some people put two and two together they get five. He untied her, cried profusely, apologized repeatedly and called the police on himself. She found out later that he was mentally unstable and was not taking his medications. She had herself checked out, and overall was fine. No STDs, although she had some interesting bruises from the spatula on her ass, scratches on her thighs, and had obviously been sodomized. She found he had recorded part of the rape on her cellphone, but being embarrassed by the entire situation, and the fact that he had turned himself in, she never shared it with the police. It was bad enough when she found it and started to watch her assault. It was in snippets, just a few minutes at a time of her weird and disturbing night.

What bothered her the most was not how gentle he was with her; making sure that her ties weren't tight enough to hurt her, having sex with her physically willing but mentally incapable body as though he dearly loved her, and spanking her as in the most enjoyable sex game. What disturbed her most was how much she wasn't disturbed by the entire thing. How she actually got turned on watching him spank her and sweetly abuse her. What she tried not to think about was how much she had always wanted a man to do those things to her but how dirty it would be to ask. How she wanted to be tied up. How she wanted to have her ass spanked until it was warm and pink and then filled with a hard cock. How she wanted all those things but couldn't ask for them. How she was almost sorry that she hadn't been conscious, but if she had been, none of it would have happened. So torn.

So here she was today, after having moved into the neighborhood, fitted herself into a good life, and found a way to release some pent-up energy while doing her body some good. She wished she would see Frank again, and that would make her life better even even if it just gave her fuel for her fantasies. She had deleted the videos from her phone, but she didn't need to see them to see them. It was late evening, much later than it usually was when she went jogging, well into dusk. She didn't worry about creeps or thugs and didn't want to get out of the habit of her daily run, so she put on her shoes, her running pants and a sportsbra with a loose tank over it, and took off. It was on her way back home, right before the last curve before the straightaway that she lived on, that she heard people talking. She was amazed at how sound carried out in the country without the city to drown it out. She couldn't hear enough to have joined the conversation, but she did hear a man and a woman, the man speaking quite forcefully, the woman much lower, and an occasional smacking sound.

Her concern was domestic violence. There was no way that she would let a man hit a woman in her presence and not do anything about it. Hell no. She didn't want to make a bad situation worse by running full speed into it, so she quietly crept from the street, across the lawn, down the side of the house and peeked around the corner into the screened, covered patio. What she saw froze her in her tracks. Was she seeing what she thought she was? Oh. My. Goodness.

There was Frank. Naked. He looked like Adonis. In front of him was a woman, blindfolded and bent over a low table, also naked. She was tied to the table by her wrists with padded straps. In one hand he had a small leather paddle and in the other, his cock. It wasn't huge, but it was bigger than any of the ones she'd had. His hand wrapped around the shaft, stroking it tightly and slowly, the veins rising up on it, the head shiny and bulbous. When she heard him say, "Now it's going in your ass." she gasped, suddenly realizing how loud her own breathing sounded, and made her way back to the street. By the time she made it back to her house, her panties were soaked. Just the rubbing of her thighs in the fitted pants with the picture of Frank in her head had made her almost lose control on the way home. She undressed on the way to the shower, leaving her clothes in a trail on the floor.

In the shower, the cool water on her hot skin did nothing to cool her emotions. She washed her hair, taking extra time, trying to keep her hands and her mind off of her body. The thought of being the woman tied to the table became too much when she finished washing her hair and started to soap her body. Her thighs trembled as she brushed the washcloth over them and her nipples hardened enough to be almost painful with just her arms crossing over them to wash the rest of her body. When she reached between her thighs to wash, she exploded, her body overtaken by the sudden, violent orgasm, her clitoris hard and pulsing, her puckered rosebud tingling, and her nipples throbbing. Images of Frank fucking her played like a movie that she was a part of while at the same time watching. Her knees buckled and she fell in slow motion to the shower floor, overcome by the intensity of it all. She lay there for a bit, finally getting out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her and crawling to bed. Her dreams were the same as her shower. She woke, tangled in the sheet, naked, with her body still humming. Considering how wet she was when she got up to pee, she had to have had at least a couple of really wet dreams that she couldn't even remember. She put it out of her mind as best she could so that she could get on with the things she had to do that day.

No matter how well she controlled it during the day, keeping her mind as busy as her body, at night, she was a servant to her desires. Every day she woke up tired, her pussy drenched, a vague smell of sex in the air. How could she hope to even look at Frank again if she saw him?

Three days later, she found out. Out for her evening jog, he was doing some work around the side of his house. He called to her, but she acted as though she didn't hear him. He called to her again, got no response and went back to his business. She made the run up to the main highway and was on her way back when she saw him standing by the street just before the final turn. There was no way to avoid him, and she didn't want to seem unsociable, so she slowed and tried to act as though she didn't want to break her stride, talked to him while slowly moving past, and tried to get away. It was no use; as she turned her head to acknowledge him and make nice, she tripped and fell. He quickly moved to catch her, succeeding in keeping her from landing face down on the street, but causing her to land face down on him. She managed to not hurt herself other than scraping her palms on the asphalt. He bolted into action, getting up, helping her up, and over her objections, taking her around the side of the house to clean her scrapes. Her insistence that she would be fine until she got to her house and would take care of her hands then was of no consequence. He bodily carried her along, her ability to move away gone with the closeness of him. He smelled vaguely of fabric softener and musk. She could smell the slight tang of perspiration from working outside, and could smell her own arousal on top of it all. She wondered if he could, too.

Rounding the back corner of the house, she froze at the sight of the little table, innocuous with a cold glass of water sweating on it, and a hand towel next to it. She felt her pussy throb at the thought of her sweating on that table and missed a step. Taking that as a sign that she had hurt herself more than she was letting on, he let her over to a chair and sat her down. He went to get her a glass of water and when he came back and handed it to her, she realized that for the second time in her life, she was almost eye level with his crotch. Only this time she knew what he had, and upon picturing it, she gasped. He dropped to his knees in front of her, taking her left hand to inspect it. He was close to her; his body invading the space between her thighs, and she knew he could smell her arousal. Her eyes darted to the little table with a knowing look and he saw it and smiled slightly. He became very perfunctory, getting some antibacterial cream and bandages, cleaning her hands, taking both the glasses inside, wiping down the table and sending her home. He told her as he walked her partway home that he would check on her later. He refused to hear that she would be fine and didn't need checking on.

Two hours later, after a shower and a small snack, the doorbell rang. It was him, carrying a bottle of wine, two glasses, and the tube of antibacterial cream. She was in her robe, but he insisted that he come in to check on her and share the wine to make up for distracting her enough to make her fall. Her insistence that she was fine and that she was getting ready to go to bed was completely dismissed. He found a comfortable spot, poured them each a half a glass, and told her not to worry about the robe, that it covered more of her than her jogging clothes did anyway.

Half a bottle of wine later, her nervousness was overtaken by good conversation. He turned out to be well-read, smart and funny. Not pretentious, just one of those people who knows enough about almost any subject to hold a good, intelligent conversation. Not sure how it even happened, how the subject came up, she touched on her rape. It was long enough ago that she could talk about it, leaving out the most intimate, embarrassing details. He drew enough out of her to come to the conclusion that it wasn't the traumatic experience that rape usually was, and she ended up telling him more than she had ever told anyone before. While she could hide some of what had happened, she couldn't hide the flush that involuntarily crept up her chest, showing past the V of her robe, to her neck, coloring her cheeks with a rosy blush when she talked about being tied up and spanked. She left out the part about getting it in the ass; that was just too much. They talked a bit longer, finally satisfying his need to know that she was fine, and he left. He hugged her, kissed her forehead like a little girl being put to bed, reminded her to lock the door and left.

She crawled into bed, robe and all, thinking that the wine would make her sleepy. Instead, it made the pictures of Frank doing things to her even more vivid than they had been. She lay on top of the cool sheets and opened her robe. The sudden cold air on her warm body made her nipples harden more than they were. They were so hard that they were almost painful and when she reached to touch them to make sure that nothing was wrong for them to ache as they did, she started a fire. Her pussy, already twitching, began throbbing. She could picture it as a flower opening to full bloom or a mouth ready to take Frank's hard cock in and suck it dry. She reached down to touch herself and she was sopping wet, her juices running down the crack of her ass. She reached two fingers inside of her wetness and her knuckle touched her puckered hole below. She could feel it pulsing, begging for his dick deep inside Taking her fingers out of her pussy, she gently touched her asshole. She felt it give slightly, and pressed harder, her finger slipping in just a bit. Having never experienced anal sex other than when she was drugged, she never imagined it would feel better than having a hard shaft pounding her pussy, but if she felt like this with just a finger then a cock was more than she could comprehend. Writhing on the bed, one hand working on her eager rear and the other frantically rubbing her rock hard clit, she came with an intensity she never expected, moaning his name in the process, begging him under her breath to tie her up and fuck her spanked ass. She passed out, waking up the next morning knowing that it was not dreams that had made her wet but her own ministrations, fed by images of the neighborhood Adonis.

She skipped her run the next day, and for the next few days did not see him. She didn't know whether to be happy or sad about this. She was back to waking up with an aching, wet cunt.

When she did finally see him a few days later, he was a bit cooler to her, giving her a quick wave and nod from his yard, not coming to the street to talk to her or see how her hands were. She even gave him a broad smile and held them up for him to see. All she got was a thumbs-up. And another shitty, dripping morning.

When she finally caught him , walking up on him a few days later after another slight nod and wave, he seemed flustered. She involuntarily struck a sexy pose, noticing the way his eyes traveled down her body. She saw him pause for just the briefest moment on her crotch and then look at his little table. Asking if he minded if she sat for a moment and not giving him a chance to say no, she sat on the edge of the little table, knowing it was sturdy enough to hold her weight. She wanted it to hold her weight. She had decided days before that she was miserable. Even if she wasn't going to have a relationship with Frank, fucking him to at least get past the impasse she was at would have to do. The look of pure lust that passed over his face told her that she was going to get at least part of what she wanted. She knew that he had no problem with the bondage, spanking and assfucking she wanted, but she knew that he didn't know she wanted those things, especially after sharing her experience with him. Why would he think she would want to relive such trauma, even though it wasn't so traumatic?

While she wasn't good at seduction, never having done it before, she just went with her instincts. She picked up his glass of water that was on the little table behind her and drank some, letting a bit dribble down her chin onto her chest. Then she took off the tank she was wearing over the sportsbra to wipe it off. Stretching and making a show of taking off the tank, opening her legs slightly while wiping her chest, brushing over her nipples to make them hard, she did everything she could think of. He finally took the hint, suddenly coming to stand in front of her. He stood her up, holding her by the arms and kissed her. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, kissing her almost violently, while she stood frozen. When he finally let her go, she stood with her arms locked to her sides, eyes heavy lidded, and said, "Fuck me."

Before she realized it, he had both of her wrists behind her back in one hand, pulling her slightly backwards, causing her breasts to strain against the fabric of her bra, the other hand thrust down her pants with his fingers buried in her pussy. He let go of her wrists and cunt long enough to push her back down onto the chair next to the table, almost violently remove her shoes, pants and bra. Bodily picking her back up, he turned her around so that her arms were draped over the back of the chair, dropped his shorts and thrust his cock into her wet, waiting pussy. Using one hand to hold her in place at the top of her ass and the other to hold the chair for leverage, he pounded his dick into her, jackhammering her to her first orgasm. While she bucked under him, he reached around and quickly stroked her clit, bringing her to a higher plane. When he felt her sag slightly and relax, he picked her up and before she realized it, he had her wrists cuffed to the little table and the little leather paddle in his hand. Her first instinct was to object; imagining you're being tied up and fucked is very different from really being tied up and fucked. She stammered, "Frank, what are you doing? Let me go! Let me GO!"




Running Late



"Ah, you know you want this, you know you want me to tie you up, redden your ass, and fuck it"

"No, no, I don't. Please, please, let me go."

"Honey, I'm giving you what you really want. You want me to, let's see, how did you put it, 'tie you up and fuck your spanked ass' and that's exactly what I'm going to do. I never intended to get you so drunk the other night, so drunk that even though I reminded you to lock the door, you forgot. I got about ten minutes out and thought I should check to make sure. Sure enough, you forgot to lock the door, and I heard you moaning. I thought you fell, so I went inside to check. I saw you, spread eagle on the bed, two fingers in your pussy, rubbing your asshole, finally fingering your ass, and calling to me."

Her eyes wide, tears at the corners, all she could do was slowly, almost imperceptibly nod, and whisper, "Please, please, spank me and fuck me. I want you so bad."

Smiling at her, he reached down and fingered her to another orgasm, When she began spasming, he took the little paddle and slowly, gently spanked her, first one cheek then the other. Gradually picking up the pace and the tempo, he reddened both of her cheeks until they were glowing pink and warm to the touch. He put down the paddle and moved behind her, dipping a finger in her wetness. Again, with one thrust he buried his cock deep inside her and stayed, not moving. When he felt her begin to push back to establish a rhythm, he began fucking her at a controlled pace. She pushed back harder and he inserted his wet finger into her asshole up to the first knuckle. She strained against her bindings, inhaling quickly at the unexpected intrusion. He began fingering her asshole opposite the rhythm of his cock, going deeper and deeper until his finger was completely inside her tight, waiting asshole. Then he added another. When she grunted, he picked up the pace, swirling his fingers to loosen her ass for his dick.

Once he got her into a groove between his two fingers and his tool, he pulled both out, and placed the swollen, glistening head at the pulsing star of her ass. He pushed forward, slowly but determinedly, listening to her grunt and groan. She gasped when the widest part of the head stretched her asshole open and again a split second later when the head of his cock popped past the tight ring of muscle. Giving her just a few seconds to get used to it, he began pumping in her tight rear passage, little by little, bit by bit, watching her flesh try to pull his hardness back in as he thrust in and out. He finally got all of his dick buried in her ass up to his balls. He reached underneath her and pinched her nipples, feeling her asshole twitch and tighten with euphoria around him.

"Ohhhhh, Frank, fuck me, fuck my ass, spank my ass."

And he began, He pulled out until just the head was in and stroked forward. He pumped her like a piston. He watched the ring of flesh around him reach out on his back stroke as if begging him to come back. He started to spank her. He beat a light tattoo on her ass, reddening her cheeks again, harder and harder, feeling them get warm. His balls slapped against her gaping, waiting pussy and her hard nub of a clit. The harder she breathed, the harder he fucked her. He reamed her asshole while she begged him to continue. When he finally felt her shudder with another intense orgasm, he reached down and ground the pads of his fingers against her clit, mashing it into her G-spot, not giving her any choice but to have a fiery, consuming orgasm. He buried his dick in her ass, using his weight to help him rub her clit even harder and when she came, she shrieked his name and he felt her pussy's juices running down his hands onto his balls. When he finally felt like she had enough, he popped his cock out, watching her hole gape slightly then start to close. He undid her bindings and helped her to the chair.

While she sat, he put on his shorts and went to get some fresh, cold water. After she composed herself, he told her that when he saw her running up the block that day, he had every intention of fucking her as he did. He took the time for her to run up to the highway and back to jerk off and get ready for her. After showering and a light snack, he would have his finish, giving her the choice of which hole she wanted him to shoot his hot load into.



Running Late



It was an amazing sunny day. I was running late driving in traffic going to meet my wife Marie. We had both managed to finish work early and agreed to meet for a spontaneous date. 

The place was a hole in the wall pub called "Bootlegs" that both of us would pass on our way home. We had never been there, but had seen it several times while driving. 

I teased her on the phone on the way there, about the idea of how meeting her like this felt as though I might be seeing her for the first time. She liked the talk. I was now longer stressed out in traffic. The talk continued until she was in the parking lot. 

"Shit! I'm miles away, traffic is really bad. I'm not moving at all!"

"There's only one car in the parking lot, so... I think you may still be able to get a spot." She said taunting my situation.

"Good to know."

"I'll save you a spot a the bar."

I reminded her "I thought that we were pretending as though we are meeting for the first time. You are entering that pub single, I am entering that pub hoping to meet a girl."

"Oh right,... Well then, just don't take too long getting here, You know,... a girl alone, may get offers she can't refuse."

"Oh Really? I'm mean, you are absolutely right. A girl alone, anything could happen..." I teased back.

My phone started beeping warning me that the battery would soon die. I knew the charger was at home. 

"Hey! I'm losing you, my battery is about to die, I'll be there as soon as I can."

"See you when you get here, not that I'll know you or anything,... Ok Bye,..."

Traffic went from bad to worse. The freeway is being closed due to an accident and a spill. I listened to the radio and crawled along with the rest of the city looking for an alternate route. I arrived at the pub about an hour late. Only two cars in the parking lot, including my wife's. 

I entered the door and my eyes had to adjust to the darkness. The room is deep with a long bar running most of the length. I walked up to the end, near the well. 

I see Marie towards the other end of the bar sitting with an older black man. they are talking and laughing. The bar tender comes over to me. I order a few drinks, two shots of tequila and a beer. I pay, then remember that I can't exactly come walking over to her with the drinks, since I still need to meet her. 

I take the drinks over to a dark booth and slide in hoping to observe the scene and somehow make my way over to meet her.

She is having such a good time laughing that I go unseen. She has changed from her work clothes into a tight stretchy black mini dress with spaghetti straps. I can see she's kicked it up a notch with some stockings and heels. Whoa... She's looking good from here. It's been such a long time, since I have tried to date anyone that it now seems difficult to meet my own wife.

Just then a second man appears in the bar and walks over to them. He is also black and knows the first guy. I hear him introduced as Trey. The first guys asks him to join them and pulls out the stool on the other side of him. Trey accepts the offer, says he can't stay long, then pulls out the stool next to Marie and sits down. Now she has a suitor on each side. My chances are feeling worse than ever. I knock down the first shot, sip my beer and lament, while working on a strategy.

They buy a round of shots, knock em down, and are chatting up a storm. I'm not sure how many shots she's had prior to that one, but I can tell she's getting drunk. At some point she excuses herself to go to the bathroom. The guys are now talking louder. I can hear them talking about how hot they think Marie looks, the things they would do to her, both laughing, agreeing, and trying to out do the other.

"Shit I'd fuck that bitch so hard and deep, her tongue would stick out like she's trying to lick stamps when I push."

"Shit fuck that, I'd fuck her so hard and fast that bitches pussy burst into flames. Fucking spontaneous pussy combustion." Big laughs from them both.

Marie returns from the bathroom slightly staggering. She saunters over to a juke box. As she walks away I see her skirt is now caught in the back, tucked into the her panty waist. Her appearance looks normal from the front, but damn from the back her panties and sweet ass are clearly visible. She is wearing black sheer panties and I can easily see through them. I look over to the guys. Trey smacks the other guy to get his attention and points at Marie.

She stands there unaware of the show she is putting on, and picks through the choices. A rap song popular in strip clubs begins to play. She starts to move then turns and dances into the room. She moves very seductively and one might think from her turns and dips that she was or is a stripper. She has always had a sexy style that is awesome to watch.

The Guys were motionless watching her move around. Both of them praying for her to turn and show her backside. They stared glazed and wanted to see more. Both of them mentally undressing her further.

"Damn Baby, you look so fine! Turn and shake it just a little."

She liked the praise and turned her ass towards them and shook a little.

"Mmm...Damn baby, you just keep shaking it like that... Mmm... bend down touch the ground."

She bent over grabbing her ankles and shook her ass not knowing her panties, ass and neatly trimmed bush were all on display. Just as luck would have it, apparently she also didn't know that the sheer black panties she was wearing had a small tear in the fabric. Her pink pussy lips were straining at the tear and being squeezed through the hole protruding from the material as she bent.

"Damn Girl,... You have a nice ass. Give it a little smack for us."

She obliged them and gave her ass a smack, only to find bare skin as she smacked. She stood up immediately, turned around, saw her underwear, started laughing, then quickly adjusted her skirt not realizing how much she had really shown. She was trying to laugh off the display. They all laughed together. Another round of shots is ordered. A toast is made to her dancing. 

I toast quietly to myself and knock back my second shot. Now watching them together I am seeing as the single girl we had talked about. I'm wondering how I'm ever going to get an introduction. 

The first guy has his hand on her back and is lightly rubbing her shoulders. Trey moves his hand to hers and holds it like a lover would while he talks to her. I'm now slightly aroused, slightly jealous watching their every move. I then see the first guy move his hand from her back to her leg. She doesn't seem to notice. trey is whispering something in her ear. She seems to be liking the words as she smiles. The hand on her leg is softly caressing the stocking covered flesh. Little by little his hand works higher up her leg with each stroke. His fingers wanting to find bare skin. His hand is at the hem of her dress. He massages there slowly working his fingers under the edge.

I sit there in the booth captivated. Feeling left out, and a part of the moment at the same time. I feel happy for her and the attention she is receiving, but also jealous with feelings of "get your hands off my wife"! I am turned on more than hurt and want to see more.

His hand is well under the edge of her dress. I know he is touching her skin right above the top of her stocking. Trey has one hand rubbing her neck, the other still holding her hand. He is still whispering ing her ear. She smiles, laughs, and says.

"Yeah, I'm sure you would."

The hand on her leg creeps up too high. Maybe getting to close to, or touching the "Family Jewels."She now notices and pushes his hand away. She sits upright in her stool, takes her hand and softly slaps him across the face. In her best British accent she tries to say in a proper tone.

"Good Sir, I am a proper lady and your blatant advances are unwelcome!" She readjusts herself with better posture.

"Shit you're feisty girl!" He turned his stool to face her more. "I'd like to give this proper lady some proper treatment."

Marie began to get up. "If you'll excuse me, I must visit the ladies room."

Trey took her hand in his pulling her close. 

"You won't be long gone will you? I'll start missing you." They were face to face.

"No, back in just a minute."

"I'm missing you already." Trey leans forward and kisses her softly. She doesn't resist or pull away. Somehow her lips switch to auto pilot and she kisses him too. They kiss a couple of times, the last definitely mouth open. 

She turns to leave and the other guy now feeling left out says.

"Damn what about me? I'll be missing you too!" He reaches out as she's passing and pulls her close. She knows he wants a kiss and gives him one. 

"I'll be back." She walks towards the back of the pub to the hall where the restrooms are located. She is definitely drunk and her balance is off.

The guys are charged. I can't hear everything they are saying, but they are arguing about who has priority with her. Then I hear. 

"Shit! She's ready! Let's go get some of that!"

They look around, they still don't see me. The bartender is watching a television at the other end of the bar. They get up and head towards the bathrooms. From my booth I can see them in the hall outside the ladies room door. Eventually Marie opens the door. She is startled from seeing them there and gasps. 

"you scared me!"

"We didn't mean to scare you baby, we was getting lonely missing you." They started advancing into the doorway pushing Marie back in. 

"Please Sir, let me pass!" She stated sternly with her British accent continuing to improve.

"We gonna pass you back and forth." Trey said as they closed the door.

I quickly slid out of the booth and snuck down the hall and to the door. I could hear her trying to negotiate with them. 

"Alright if I give you both one more kiss will you let me out?"

"I'll think about it." I hear it get quiet. 

The music is still playing and it's hard to hear what's going on. I go next door to the mens room. lock the door and put my ear to the wall. The tile is cold but I can hear quite well. Definite kissing sounds, some heavy breathing.

"Ok, you said you would let me out." She said

"I said I'd think about letting you out. I'm thinking I'm gonna let you out of your clothes!" 

I could hear some shuffling. Heavy breathing and panting. A definite struggle. Marie's heels clicked like reign deer on the tile floor. Mixed with the chirps of sneakers squeaking like basketball players.

"Turn the lights back on!" She commanded now with her regular voice.

"Gonna turn you on... Man hold on to her! This bitch is feisty!" The struggle continued.

I was torn between rescuing her or just listening to see if she really needed help.

"No! come on you guys, don't! Stop! She was breathing hard.

"You hear that? She said don't stop." I then heard a definite slap. 

"Don't you fucking make a sound bitch. Now we gonna make you feel good." The struggle continues. I heard fabric ripping in hard yanks. Gasps and breathing.

"Shit dog! This bitch is wet as fuck!"

"Yeah, her mouth is saying no, but her pussy is saying yes! Yeah she gonna be a good little slut now! Aren't you slut?" 

More slaps, tearing of fabric and struggle. I was so turned on that I fought the urge to save her pretty easily. I undid my pants, my cock was rock hard. I started stroking it and went back to listening. Slaps that sounded to be across the face.

"Please don't hurt me!" She pleaded.

"You gonna be a proper lady slut aren't you?"

"Yes, please don't hurt me."

"Yeah don't you worry, you gonna like this!" 

I heard belt buckles ringing as they were removed. 

"I got some radiator hose for you to suck on, open up your mouth, wider, that's it, just take it in like a lollypop!"

"Fuck this bitch is tight!"

I could hear the sounds of Marie's pussy being finger banged hard. The wetness easy to hear. She was beginning to pant hard through her nose. I could hear her sucking dick. She began to moan and grunt. The undeniable sounds of pleasure.

"I got something for you baby". She was grunting.

"Too big, it's too big"! She gasped.

"Shit I'll make it fit!"

She grunted out an "ow!" Whimpering out loud.

"Yeah, I told you it'd fit!"

I continued to listen for the next 20 minutes as they took turns abusing her body. The sounds went from pleasure to animal. She got louder in her enjoyment. They gave her directions, told her not to move, and complimented her for being a good slut. I could hear them say how good her ass was, how tight it felt. I listened as they eventually double fucked her. They all were getting very loud. Marie was grunting, screaming, and moaning loudly. She eventually begged them to fuck her harder, to not stop fucking her!cI listened as they climaxed and came on her.

"Get down on the floor bitch, open up, stick out your tongue!"

I could here Marie moaning while being fucked and forced to the floor.

"Don't you lose a drop! Just keep that mouth open! Don't you move"!

He cried out and was grunting while cumming on her.

"Shit dog, I'm gonna bust a nut way up in this bitch!"

"Fill this bitch up!"

They both finished cumming and started laughing. They praised each other for their accomplishment. I could hear them getting dressed quickly.

"Thanks baby we gotta go!" 

I heard the door open and the two of them exit. I exited a moment behind them. They were already gone. There was cash on the bar for the drinks. I went outside. I stood out front, had a cigarette, then walked back in.

Marie was already seated back at the bar. I walked up. She looked to be quite drunk. Her hair was teased in the back. Her blouse looked to now be missing buttons and was tied in a knot.

"Hi, sorry I'm so late. I mean Hi, is this seat taken?" 

"Hi." She turned towards me. "No please join me."I noticed some cum by her ear.

"Traffic is terrible!"

"Are you coming from far?" Talking again in a British accent.

"Not too far. Can I buy you a drink?" I put my hand on her back. It was wet with cum.

"I might be at my limit, but I'll have one more."

We ordered a round, drank and talked. She seemed alive with desire. I could tell she was horny. She made no reference to the guys, but was extremely open about feeling the need to finish our drinks and go fuck. We finished the drinks. Outside we grabbed a cab. I noticed as she climbed in her black stockings were torn here and there. Especially ripped looking by the elastic band up high on her thigh. I closed the door.

"Where to?" The cab driver asked.

(to be cont.)



Running Late:...



Running Late: A Wife's Little Lie

She called to say she was running late. Not too late, maybe half an hour, no later than an hour. It wasn't unexpected, she was very good at her job and was often called upon to take an extra project or two. I told her not too be too long, and to hurry home. She said she would and that her day had been better than expected and would be home as soon as possible. 

It was no big deal, the kids were already asleep and there was a good game on, so I grabbed a drink and headed to the bedroom. I put on my shorts, laid down and got comfortable. 

I was watching the highlight show when I heard her pull in the garage. I sat up as she opened the door and came into the room. She walked right over to me and gave me a big kiss and pushed me back down on the bed. As she straddled me, I noticed a brown paper bag in her hand. She tossed it on the bed and leaned in to kiss me again. This time the kiss was much hotter, her tongue sliding into my mouth, as she ground her crotch against mine. 

She sat back up and put my hands on her shoulders. I started to massage them softly, when I noticed something was missing. It seems my naughty little wife had lost her bra somewhere in her travels. "Did we lose something" I asked? 

Smiling, she said, " I don't know what you're talking about, maybe you should check a little further" as she ground up against me. She took my hand and slid it into her unbuttoned blouse. She slowly guided my hand around her breast. First above, then down the side and across underneath it. She slowly brought my hand up her voluptuous breast to her nipple. But much to my surprise, there was a gold ring on her nipple. She smiled wickedly, as my hand caressed her breast, playing with the nipple ring. She pulled open her blouse to show me both of the rings. She gently tugged on one ring, while lifting her other breast to her mouth. Her tongue ran across the ring as she ground into my rock hard cock. Slowly she got off of me and removed her blouse and pants. "Where did your panties go?" I asked. "I'll tell you in a minute, but I got another surprise in the bag". 

She reached in the bag and pulled out a little jar with a green gel inside. She opened the jar and put a little bit on her fingertip. She softly started rubbing the gel on her clit, telling me how hot it made her clit feel. 

As she pulled down my shorts she said, " I need to fuck right now!" She climbed on top of me and positioned my cock at her pussy. Slowly, she slid down my shaft, as I was overwhelmed by how hot and wet her pussy was. My God you're on fire! I exclaimed. She smiled and kept on riding my cock, her juices sliding down my legs. I don't know what go you so horny but I love it!

She told me her friend Patti had stopped by work to pick up her check and had regaled my wife with stories of her getaway with her boyfriend. It seems Patti went into vivid detail about what they had done and this had gotten her motor running. For the rest of the evening, she couldn't get sex out of her mind. She kept picturing what her friend had told her and couldn't concentrate on her work. So she decided to leave work and stop at an adult store by our house. 

So she called me with her fake story and headed to the store. We had been in there a few times and she recognized the lady behind the counter. The girl was emptying a box behind the counter when she asked my wife if she could help her. My wife was looking thru the glass counter, when the nipples rings caught her eye. The girl showed her a couple of styles and my wife chose the ones she liked. She asked my wife if she had ever worn them before and when she was told no, she explained how to put them on just right. The girl then recommended the gel she was putting away. It made your skin warm and tingly on contact. She said she had tried some earlier on herself and it made her so hot, she had to play with her pussy to stop herself from going insane. She ran her hand between her legs and said I can still feel its warmth and can't wait to get out of here, to take care of myself properly! So my wife told her to ring it up and headed out the door. 

When she got to the car she could hardly contain herself! She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra. She reached in the bag and took out the nipple rings and put them on her rock hard nipples. She couldn't believe how good they felt, as she ran her hands over her breasts and tugged on the rings. 

As one hand kept playing with the nipple ring, the other slid down into her pants. She sat there rubbing her clit and wondering if the girl was right about the gel. So she reached in the bag and pulled it out. What the hell, she thought. She unzipped her pants and pulled them down. She took her panties off and laughingly put them on the dashboard. 

She opened the gel and put a little bit on her finger. She softly caressed it on her clit. She felt the gel warm up immediately. She couldn't believe how hot this was making her. Her fingers continued stroking her clit, as she pulled on the nipple rings. She couldn't believe she was in a parking lot, basically naked masturbating like a bitch in heat! But she was too far gone to stop!! 

She was writhing on the seat when something caught her attention. There was someone watching her from a car 3 spaces down. His eyes stared right at her as he jerked off watching her. 

She was horrified and more turned on then ever. She never slowed down as she watched the man watching her. She felt her climax rapidly approaching and went all out, screaming as she came. 

As she calmed down and regained her composure, she saw that he was now standing next to her car! "MY GOD, that was soo hot, can I come in and join you?" he asked. Stunned, she said no I have to be going?

"Do you come here often? Can I see you again? No she said I'm married and I must really get home. 

Your husband is one lucky man, as he eyed her up and down. That's when she remembered, she was sitting there basically naked. As she started to cover up the man asked can I have something to remember you by? She started to laugh and said sure, here take these and handed him her panties and started the car and drove off. 

As she finished her story she picked up her pace and started to really fuck! It was all I could do to control myself as she came hard on my cock. 

She slid off of my glistening cock, laid on her back, sweat shining on her body, juices flowing down her legs and said fuck me hard!! I climbed on top of her and started slamming into her for all I was worth. She kept moaning "fuck me, fuck me", as I pounded at her pussy. She started to fuck me from underneath, as my orgasm rapidly approached. I'm coming I said as we pounded our bodies together. She screamed come with me as I let loose deep inside of her. 

We stayed that way for awhile, too tired to move. She drifted off to sleep with me, still deep inside of her, a contented smile on her face!