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A Choice

By: sassynkinky84



Getting out of her car, she hurried just a little more than usual to his house. She was wearing what he had told her to, which left her feeling a little exposed, hence the hurrying. Her skirt was long enough that is covered her, and she could bend over with exposing herself, barely, but she was not wearing panties, and she was wearing her insertable toy. The top was long sleeve, given that it was cool out, but she was not wearing a bra, and she was certain that anyone could tell, since her nipples were very hard.

Getting to his house, she let herself in, put her bag down by the closet, locked the door again, and knelt in the front hallway by the door. She didn't see him in his office, but she knew he was in the house somewhere. Her instructions had been clear, she was to wait there, without getting up, speaking, playing with cats, or fidgeting, until he spoke to her. She doubted it would be too long, it usually wasn't.

After a few minutes, he came down the stairs, and seemed to ignore her as he went to sit at his desk. In reality he definitely was paying attention to her, and noticed how hard she was trying to maintain the correct position without fidgeting, and smiled to himself. Doing a few things on his computer, he left her to stew for a few more minutes. Breathing slowly to keep from fidgeting, she found herself lost in thought. To most people she tried so hard to be independent and in control, and yet for this man and how she felt for him, she would give up that control happily and surrender to whatever would give him pleasure. In turn, giving him pleasure, and making him happy, made her incredibly happy. This certainly wasn't something she ever thought she'd find herself thinking. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his voice

"come here." 

Getting up, slightly stiff, she stepped over to him. He simply looked her over for a moment before pulling her into his lap. Giggling a little, she smiled at him. Taking some of her hair in his hand, he pulled her into a surprisingly gentle but passionate kiss.

"Hi there" he said, smiling at her. 

"Hi" came the slightly breathy reply. 

"Alright, up." 

She stood up and stepped out of his way. 

"kneel, and hold your hair up". 

She did as he told her, and from somewhere on the desk, he pulled a collar out, and put it on her. 

That done, he said "Follow me" as he started upstairs. 

She followed him into the living room, not sure what to do. Sitting down, he asked her to get him a glass of soda. While he sat down on the couch, she went to the kitchen and got the drink for him. Coming back into the living room, she set it down on the coaster in front of him, and seeing the pillow he'd put on the floor, took the cue and sat down on it. 

"Very good" he said with a slight smirk. 

"Hey, I can take hints" she said with a laugh.

They sat this way for a while and chatting normally about all sorts of things. Occasionally he would reach down and pet her, but other than the fact that she was sitting on the floor, it looked like any two people having a chat. After 20min or so, when he saw she was getting fidgety, he stood up. He told her 

"go to the studio and strip. Fold your clothes neatly and put them on a shelf and wait for me." 

With that, he started upstairs and she went in the back and stripped. Leaving her clothes on a shelf, she waited nervously. She saw that the area was set up for some pictures, and guessed that was what they were going to do. 

After a moment or two, he came back down with a few pieces of bondage paraphernalia and kinky things in his hands. 

"We're going to take some pictures, so, just relax, and have some fun with it. I wanted to do these first, before I leave you all marked up" he told her. 

She swallowed hard, then asked, with a devious look on her face 

"does that mean I get to be a smart ass?" 

He gave her a look that both answered her question and took the look off her face. He enjoyed her being playful, but liked to keep her on her toes all the same. They did photos for a little while; getting what they both thought would be some good shots. 

Once they finished, she helped him organize the stuff again. 

"come here." 

She stepped in front of him, nervous again. He tapped the back of his neck, and she clasped her hands behind her neck in response. 

"don't worry, I just want to make sure my property is properly groomed" he told her with a laugh. 

Tapping the inside of her thighs, she spread her legs slightly for him. Starting on her front, he ran his hands down her front, likely tweaking her nipples when he past them. Down her front and then down her legs, one at a time, he ran his hands. On the way back up, he ran his hand over her pussy, which by now, as he knew it would be, was very wet. He ran his hands back up her front, over her arms, and than stepped behind her. Repeating the motions in back now, he told her 

"bend over." 

Keeping her hands behind her neck, she bent at the waist. He reached up and toyed with her pussy for a moment, before bringing a gasp from her when he quickly inserted 2 fingers into her soaking cunt. He pumped them in and out a few times, feeling her clench around him. Pulling them back out, he wiped his fingers on her.

He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her upright against his body. 

"I guess you pass inspection" he said right next to her ear. 

Releasing her hair, he swatted her playfully on the ass. 

"upstairs" he said

She started upstairs and felt very exposed. He guided her, not into the usual playroom, but into the other room. She saw the holding bar hanging from rope that was rigged to the eyebolt in the ceiling. She didn't see any toys out at the moment, just wrist and ankle cuffs, and a blindfold. Guiding her to stand under the bar, he attached the ankle cuffs, leaving them unattached at the moment. Taking one wrist at a time, he attached the wrist cuffs, making sure she couldn't slip her hand through them.

He stepped around behind her and pulled him to her. 

"Now, before I start, you have a choice. I can either go easy on you, ro hard on you today. There are strings attached to both choices. If you choose for me to go easy on you, I wont push you too much, but, you have to ask me for permission to cum, and you must thank me for each one. I will also only allow you to get me off once. If you choose for me to go hard on you. I will push, I will leave you marked and bruised. However, you will not need to ask permission to cum. Though you will still need to thank me for each one. I will also allow you to get me off twice. So, which do you choose?"

She swallowed hard and thought for a moment. She knew if she chose for him to go hard on her, he would, and she would not be able to ask for mercy, since she had chosen for it to happen. She also hated asking permission to cum, and his going hard on her would let out of that. Admittedly, she also wanted the chance to get him off twice On the other hand, if he went easy on her, she knew she wouldn't be pushed, and everything would be nice and pleasurable, but, she wasn't sure she liked the strings that came with that. Having made her mind up, 

"I'll take you being hard on me sir" she said quietly. 

"Ok" he replied, and gave her a firm hug, before stepping back from her again

Coming back around in front of her, he brought her hands up to the bar, and attached them to the ends with clips. In this way, she was attached to the bar, but could still hold it for support. He took the blindfold and stepping back behind her, slid it onto her face. As she lost her sense of sight, she immediately became more aware of everything else around her. Staying behind her, he simply stroked her for a moment. 

"I'm actually very proud of you for your choice. Now, I'm going to flog you. I want you to take it as silently as you can. If you do well, I'll reward you. Understand?" 

His voice by her ear, and his breath on her neck made her shiver. 

"yes sir". 

Her voice had gone to almost a whisper, as it often did when she was deep in this mind space.

She felt his body step away from her, and some closet doors open and close. A soft gasp escaped her when the first blow startled her. He started softly, working its way to harder strokes. She could tell he had not started with the hardest flogger, for which she was grateful. That gave her time to adjust to the sensations. She went with the feelings, and was beginning to settle into a rhythm when it stopped. A moment later, she gasped much louder at the hard impact of the very heavy flogger. This time he did not start slowly, and each blow made her clench her hands and gasp. After a few minutes, her ass was really starting to hurt, and she was having more trouble staying quiet. He had started hitting her with the tips of the flogger, which produced a different sensation and quickly brought small yelps and moan from her lips. Suddenly he stopped, and pulled her against him. She gasped at the contact of his pants with her ass, but quickly settled against him. He held her for a moment, before stepping back again 

"You've got 5 more coming" he told her. 

She knew they would be hard, they always were when he warned her. She was able to take 4 of them without too much noise, but the last and hardest one, pulled a yell from her. 

Before she knew it, he was against her again, comforting her. 

"You did well" 

She smiled at his words. Pulling away from her, he brought a water bottle to her lips and let her drink. After she had had her fill, he put it away again. Giving her a quick kiss, he said 

"I think you earned your reward". 

As he said this, he brought his fingers to her soaking pussy and gently started playing her clit. It did not take long her him to have her moaning in pleasure. She came every quickly, and was left breathing very hard. 

"thank you sir" she said between breaths. 

He laughed a little and stoked the side of her face.

Reaching up, he removed the blindfold, and she blinked a lot as her eyes readjusted to the dim light. 

"I'll let you down in a moment. One more thing, while you're just standing there" he said with a devious look on his face. 

Going to the cabinet, he pulled out the nipple clamps and placed them on her. She drew in a deep breath as she adjusted to the pain. Going behind her, she heard the closet open and close again. Before she knew what was next, a hard paddle hit her ass hard and she yelled loudly. She wasn't sure how well shed be able to take this, as she was never good at taking the paddle, and he was hitting hard. She wasn't feeling the nipple clamps anymore. By the 4th hit, she was starting to cry, and by the 6th, she was. Thankfully he stopped at the 8th. Quickly putting it down, he came around in front of her and kissed her. Being slightly devilish, he reached down and stroked her now hot ass, drawing another gasp from her. Kissing her again he asked 

"you ready for me to take these off?" 

while he tugged lightly at the nipple clamps. She shook her head yes. A cry came from her as he took them off, followed by a moan as he soothed them with his mouth.

Reaching up, he unclipped her hands from the bar, and pushed her kneel. 

"I think its about time you showed me some attention" he said as he stripped his shirt off and started to unbutton his pants. 

Once he was naked, he picked up two wooden clothespins from the dresser and knelt in front of her. Reaching down, he placed them both on her pussy lips, in effect clipping her pussy lips closed. She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing, as it really hurt. Standing back up, he grabbed a handful of her hair and brought her attention to his very hard cock. Going to work, she proceeded to please him with her mouth and hands. Playing with his balls, and using every trick she could think of. She had him groaning pretty quickly, and tried to forget about the clips on her pussy, though the pain was always there on the edge of her mind. 

After a few minutes of this, he was very close, and just as he was about to come, he pulled her head back and came on her chest. When he finished, he pulled her to her feet and stepped aside to clean himself up. Coming back to her he said 

"I'm going to take the clips off now, ok?" 

"mmhmm" was the only answer she gave. 

Reaching down, he removed first one, then the other, ad she yelled loudly as they came off. He decided to be a little mean, and did not massage them to help any. 

"we're not done yet" he said, and abruptly pulled her into the bathroom. 

"I think you should be rinsed off". 

He had her kneel in the bathtub, and she knew what was coming. He stood in front of her and after a moment, proceeded to piss on her chest, mixing his urine with his slightly drying cum. She had mixed feelings as this happened, and her mind went sort of blank. After he finished, he stepped back and cleaned himself, told her to shower off and stepped out. 

Staying kneeling for a moment, she closed her eyes, and then stood up and started to turn the water on. While she was rinsing off, she started crying. She was happy to have pleased him, and yet she was very humiliated by what had happened. What made it worse was she was very aroused by the whole thing. Not knowing what to feel, she cried a little more, finished washing herself off and stepped out, grabbing a towel to dry off. Stepping back into the room, she went and knelt in front of him, too embarrassed to look at him. 

"stand up." 

She stood up, still not able to look at him. He reached up and put his hand on her chin, making her look at him. Seeing that she was upset 

"Whats going on in your head right now?" he asked. 

She told him, and when she finished, he kissed her gently and pulled her to him. 

"shh, its ok. I don't think any less of you now, in fact I think its amazing that you trust me enough to let me do that to you. I love you, and nothing you do, or let me do, will ever change what I think of you. ok?" 

She blinked, sniifed, then said "ok sir", and hugged him. 

He held her another second, and then pulled back from her. 

"Alright, well before we continue, I don't know about you, but I'm hungry. Lets order something." 

He took her hand and they went downstairs. Pulling a delivery menu out, he started looking at it and after a moment put it away. Looking at him she asked 

"umm, sir, can I look so I know what I want?" 

"No, I'm ordering for you." 

"what? No, I don't.." 

Before she could finish he slapped her hard and yanked her hair pulling her to kneel on the floor. 

"what did you say? I don't think you get it. You are my slut, my cunt, my property. You pick what you want if I feel like letting you. I don't feel like it right now. Don't you dare mouth back at me. Understood?" 

"yes sir, I'm sorry. I was just surprised." 

"well, in the future find a better way to express it." 

And he let her go. The food came pretty soon and she sat on the floor again to eat. Once they were done, he had he clean up, and then they went back upstairs.

"Now, you didn't think we were done yet did you?" and smiled at her. 

She laughed a bit "no, sir." 

"Good, then stand by the bed, bend over, hands on the rail, feet apart." 

Getting into position, she wondered what was next. He bent down and used a spreader bar to keep her feet apart. Coming in front of her, he put in front of her, the one thing she was scared of, the cane. 

"I'm going to give you 10 swats with this. Don't make me put a gag in you. Actually, on second thought I will gag you." 

Before she could respond, he stepped back, and produced a ball gag, but before he fastened it on her, he decided to get her off again. Stepping back again, he placed himself behind her and reached down again and inserted two fingers into her cunt. She moaned t the intrusion and pushed back against them. Slowly fucking her with his fingers, he brought her again, hard. Wiping his fingers on her back he waited while she caught her breath. 

"thank you sir." 

Coming back in front of her, he gave her a quick kiss and then fastened the gag on her.

He started nicely, and didn't put too much force behind the first few swats. Though with the cane, it hurt nonetheless. She was gasping and starting to cry by the 4th one. He slowly built them up until the 8th one, and made the last 2 very hard. By the last one, she was crying and screaming into the gag. He went into the bathroom for a moment and came back with a damp, cool washcloth that he put on her ass. She gasped at the touch, but the cool felt good. After a moment, he put it down and brought the cane in front of her 

"I want you to kiss it and thank me." 

He removed the gag and she was still crying a bit, and trembling, and looked at him, having trouble believing he really wanted her to do that. Not wanted to anger him though, she did as he asked.

Putting the cane down, he went and unclipped the spreader bar, letting her bring her legs back together. She stood up, still trembling a bit. He sat down on the bed, and beckoned her to him. Stepping over to him, she wouldn't look at him. He pulled her closer to him. 

"look at me" he said quietly. 

She slowly looked at him. Bringing a hand up to the back of her neck, he pulled her to him for a kiss. As they kissed, he picked her up and put her so she was sitting on the bed. A slight hiss escaped her when he sore ass hit the bed. This was quickly forgotten though as his hands started wandering on her body. He pushed her back gently, making her lay back. Coming over on top of her, he started playing with her nipples, flicking them with his tongue and gently nipping them with his teeth, while using his hands to stroke her body. Once he had he more relaxed and moaning, he rolled on his back, Opening her eyes at the sudden lack of contact, she saw him laying next to her, looking like the cat that ate the canary. 

Taking the hint, she got to her knees, and moved between his legs. She started to worship his body, playing her hands and nails all over, her mouth not far behind. Occasionally her hands or mouth would come near his cock, but she didn't play with that yet. Feeling a bit playful, she started playing with his nipples and bit one rather hard. He put a hand in her hair, pulled hard and said 

"be nice, I don't want a reason to punish you." 

She didn't either, so she went back to being nice. Finally, she moved her mouth down to his cock, and started playing with his balls, and slowly licking him all over. After a few minutes of teasing, she started to really pleasure him. After a few more minutes, he pulled her up to him so she was laying flat against him. They kissed and stroked each other. Knowing her need, he moved her head so they were looking at each other 

"I want you to ask me slut." 

She looked away for a moment, before replying 

"I want your cock in me sir, please" 

With that he pushed her up, and placed his cock at her entrance.

Very slowly, he lowered her onto him. Once he was all the way in, she lay back down on him and they started slowly. He pushed her back up, so he could watch her as she rode his cock. 

"Play with yourself." 

She blushed fiercely, but slowly moved her hand down to her clit and started to get herself off with his cock in her. While she did that, he played with her nipples, and she came fairly quickly. A moment passed, and no thank you came. He looked at her, and when none seemed coming, slapped her. She was shocked, but then remembered what she hadn't done. 

"I'm sorry. Thank you sir." 

"thats better." 

Pulling out of her, he rolled her onto her back and spread her legs wide. She stared to protest and blush, at which point he actually leaned in and bit the inside of her leg, hard enough that she squealed, and stopped protesting. Leaning back again, he pulled her slightly towards him and in one quick movement, that made her gasp, his cock was back inside her. 


A Choice



It's been said that you always have a choice. But, the choices we make always lead to consequences. Consequences must be lived with, as my wife and I found out not long ago. We were celebrating our tenth wedding anniversary in Acapulco, Mexico.

My wife, Lynda at 33, is just as beautiful now as when I married her. She had an almost perfect hour-glass figure with long blonde hair. She worked hard to maintain her healthy shape after two kids. She exercised five days a week and at least three of those work-outs were designed to keep her ass toned. She had a beautiful butt and I really loved it.

I'm not in too bad of shape for a 37-year old guy, but since most of my exercise is done on the golf course I'm about ten pounds heavier now than when we got married. Lynda said she thought my pooch was cute and my rescinding hairline made me look wise. I wasn't so sure about either.

It was our last day in Acapulco and I woke up with a hard-on. Lynda and I had made love each night since we had arrived and last night had been no exception. I was spooning with my wife as she stirred awake. I pushed my cock between her butt cheeks.

She felt my hard cock pulsate in the crack of her ass and giggled. She pulled it from her crack before I shoved it further up her butt. She pushed me over on my back and snuggled up to me. She teased, "Duane, you're so naughty. For ten years you've been trying to get that thing into my ass, why do you want to butt-fuck me? Doesn't my pussy satisfy you?"

I laughed then kissed her. "Baby, you got the sweetest pussy on the planet and sense you've mastered those Kegel exercises you can really milk the cum from my cock. I love your pussy, but Baby, you got a perfect heart-shaped ass that I would love to fuck."

"That isn't going to happen, Duane." 

"It will someday. You know some women really like anal. I'm sure you'd enjoy it too. I'll convince you someday, I'm quite the salesman. Then you're going to realize what you've been missing for the past ten years."

She shook her head with a smile and swung her leg over my middle and straddled me. She grabbed my cock, it throbbed in her hand. She grinned then pointed it at the soaked entrance of her snatch. She slowly slid down the length of my cock until she was fully seated on it and rested on my balls. She contracted her cunt muscles with a wicked grin.

Wide-eyed I huffed and tried not blow my load right then. The soothing wet sensation of the velvety depths of her cunt was so intense. I hissed, "Pussy...good....so....good."

Lynda liked being on top. She liked the control it gave her. She set the pace and teased me by alternating the depth she took my cock into her cunt. She rose up and quickly bounced rapidly up and down on it with just a couple of inches inside her. 

Then she tormented me by sliding slowly up the full length of my shaft until my cock almost fell out of her only to glide back down until she was fully seated again. She groaned on the way up and moaned on the way down. Then she whimpered as she tightened her cunt muscles around my cock forcing me to curl my toes to keep from busting my nut too soon. 

"You're... torturing... me." I whined.

I squeezed her perfect grapefruit size breasts. They were milky white against her tanned torso. I pinched and tugged her pink nipples until she squealed with relish.

She diddled her clit as she rode my cock trying to maintain her tortoise like pace. Shortly she began to pick up speed as her orgasm approached. Soon she looked like a jockey bouncing astride a thoroughbred. She huffed, "I...ooh... love....ooh... cock...love...your... hard cock...ooh."

I clamped down on both her nipples as she suddenly stopped with my cock fully embedded insider her. I cried out as her entire pelvic constricted with her orgasm and threatened to snap my cock in two. I watched mesmerized as her crimson colored face contorted into a grimace of release. Then she threw back her head and howled with climatic delight before collapsing on my chest.

"My turn," I mumbled.

I grabbed her by the cheeks of her ass and rolled her onto her back without pulling my cock from her cunt. I caught a shadow of a movement near the balcony but thought nothing of it as the gratification I felt from Lynda's pussy overwhelmed my senses.

She intensified her firm grip on my cock with another squeeze of her cunt muscles. She whispered hot and naughty in my ear, "Fuck me, Duane, fuck me good."

With that kind of encouragement I pounded her pussy with rapid machine like thrusts. I rose up on my arms for better leverage and Lynda raked her nails down my back as another orgasm began to build in her core. The angle of my pelvic put pleasurable pressure on her clit.

She shook her head from side to side and babbled incoherently. Her tanned complexion turned crimson as the heat of her orgasm began to rise. Soon her cunt once again squeezed my cock in warm wet spasms. She screeched in joyful release, "My pussy...my...pussy...cum."

It was more than I could take and I buried my cock into her cunt with a final thrust. My testicles contracted then shot spurt after spurt of cum into the depths of Lynda's pussy. I felt her nails dig into the flesh of my ass as she tried to get more of my cock inside her. I hollered, "Cum-cum-cumming."

I collapsed with a grunt of blessed release. My cock softened and slipped from Lynda's slick snatch. I rolled onto my back and caught my breath as she once again curled up next to me. I kissed her and said, "I love you, Baby. You were a wildcat. What got into you?"

She giggled, "I love you too. You have a magnificent cock by the way. But..." She hesitated, "I think we had an audience. The thought of being watched really excited me."

"What?"

"Duane, don't..."

I sprung out of bed and ripped open the balcony's glass door. No one was there. I turned around puzzled, "We're on the fourth floor. How can someone be peeking in the window?"

"From the balcony above, they were leaning over it."

"They?"

"I think I saw two guys, one with long hair and one with curly. It's not a big deal, Duane. Don't overreact. You're always saying how much you like having a hot wife and having other guys admire me."

"Yeah, but they don't see you naked let alone in the throes of passion."

Lynda laughed, "You sure had me in the throes alright, Honey."

I wasn't ready to drop it. I wanted to call the hotel's front desk and complain but Lynda coaxed me into the shower. We had another quick fuck under the warm cascading water before grabbing brunch and heading to the beach. 

The hot Mexican sun was near its zenith as I carried our beach bag loaded with suntan oil, a beach blanket, our towels and snacks down to the beach. I followed a couple of steps behind Lynda admiring the undulation of her ass in her blue and white striped bikini bottoms. When we got to the beach we staked out our territory with our beach blanket. Lynda pulled off the T-shirt she used as a cover-up then stretched out on her back. She rubbed her lower abdomen and said, "Sun feels good on my tummy. You've given me so many orgasms the past couple of days my tummy is actually sore." 

I propped myself up on an elbow with a laugh. "I'd say I was sorry but it would be a lie. It has been my great pleasure to make your tummy sore."

"Yeah, my pleasure too, Honey." She patted her belly, "I wouldn't be surprised if I ended up pregnant after this little trip. I'm at my most fertile right now."

"I thought you were on the pill."

"My doctor took me off them a couple months ago because they were unbalancing my hormones. I told you that when he recommended it. Don't you remember?"

"Oh yeah, is that why you've been so horny?"

Lynda giggled, "Maybe, perhaps it's because I love you so much. Would you like another child?"

"What's wrong with the two we got?"

"Nothing," beamed Lynda proudly, "But I think I would like one more maybe two. What do you think?"

I smiled into her glowing face, "Sure. You make beautiful babies. I can't help but love them."

After a bit Lynda rolled over onto her stomach and untied her top with a flick of her wrist. I sat up on my hands and studied her ass. My cock hardened in a natural response to her pale butt cheeks peeking from beneath her bikini as its material infested her butt crack. I dug the suntan oil out of the beach bag and squirted a dab in my hand and rubbed it on Lynda's back.

She moaned, "That feels so good, Honey, so relaxing. I guess we got to get back to the grind tomorrow."

"Yeah, you got a big case coming up?"

Lynda was a paralegal for a good sized law firm. "We always have a big case coming up. What about you... any big sales presentations coming up?"

I was the top sales representative for my company. In fact, I had won our stay in Acapulco in a sales contest. I laughed at her jibe, "There's always a big sales presentation coming up."

She squealed when I bent down and gently bit her exposed buttock. "Duane, not here, we're being watched."

I followed Lynda's gaze to a couple of Mexicans dressed in khaki work clothes lounging near the hotel's patio. They were hotel maintenance workers sitting at a table eating their lunch. I wasn't sure they were gawking at us until the older one, who had a pony tail, smiled at me before he gave me a thumbs-up sign. I acknowledged him with a nod.

"Let them look. You got a great ass and I'm going to suck a hickey on it." And before she could protest I did just that. 

Lynda squealed again and rose on her knees to playfully fight me off. She hadn't retied her top so when she rose up her creamy white breasts were on full display to the maintenance workers. The curly-haired younger one whistled. Lynda pushed me away and covered her breasts with her hands. Aggravated she hissed, "Help me get my top back on."

"Okay, okay, sorry." 

Quickly, I tied her bikini top back up. I glanced at the patio to see the Mexican workers laughing at our predicament. I had to laugh too. They rose to their feet, smiled and waved before heading back into the hotel.

"It's not funny, Duane. My tits are hanging out."

"Relax, Baby, you got a great pair of tits. I wish this was a topless beach so everyone could see them."

Lynda looked at me puzzled, "What do you think I am some kind of trophy to be displayed?"

I grinned and nodded, "Yeah, you're my trophy wife. They can only look at you but I get to fuck you."

She shook her head, "I don't know if that's a compliment or not."

"It's the best compliment in the world I have the hottest wife on the beach and those Mexican workers acknowledged it."

"And that makes you feel...what...superior?"

I shook my head, "Not superior, blessed."

Lynda kissed full on the lips, momentarily probing my mouth with her tongue. She broke our kiss looked at me with her sparkling blue eyes. She smiled broadly and said, "Now that's a compliment. Let's go back to the room."

"Let's do."

I quickly gathered up our belongings and stuffed them into the beach bag while Lynda put her T-shirt back on. As we headed to the hotel I followed behind my wife so I could ogle her ass. In my mind, I willed the blue and white fabric of her bikini to creep into the crack of her ass. I smiled as each step seemed to accomplish that very task. Soon, I could see the little red mark on her white ass peeking beneath her bikini evidence of my hickey. I carried the beach bag in such a way as to hide my hard-on as we entered the hotel lobby.

We had to wait for the elevator and I smiled at my wife in the mirrored doors. She smiled back at me as she manipulated her forefingers along the inside of her bikini to remove the material from the crack of her ass in the most lady-like manner. I noticed in the mirror that her maneuver had tightened the material across the front of her bikini and produced a tell-tale camel-toe. My mouth watered anticipating the delights to come.

The two rather large Mexican maintenance workers we had noticed earlier were already in the elevator when the doors opened. Each was over six foot tall and weighed over two hundred pounds. They got a full frontal shot of my wife's bikini covered slit. They both smiled knowingly at Lynda then nodded to me as we entered the elevator.

I nodded back to them and said, "Howdy," before I hit the button for our floor. 

They spoke lowly in Spanish, a language neither Lynda nor I spoke. The younger one, who I guessed to be in his twenties, giggled catching my attention. The older one, who I assumed was around forty, elbowed him as I turned around. He winked and pointed at Lynda and said, "Bonito."

I shrugged and smiled, "Sorry, no habla español."

He smiled, his dark face made his teeth seem whiter, "Your woman is very beautiful, Señor."

"Yes, she is," I agreed.

"You are a most fortunate, man."

I nodded, "Si, I am."

The doors to the elevator opened when it arrived at our floor. Lynda and I stepped out. The Mexicans followed a short distance behind us. I heard them speaking in hushed tones. I peeked down at Lynda's posterior to confirm my suspicions. Sure enough her bikini had once again ridden up her ass revealing the undulating curves of her buttocks much to the workers delight.

I opened the door and held it for Lynda as she walk through it. Just as I followed her into the room I was pushed from behind. I dropped the beach bag and turned to swing on my attackers. I hollered, "Hey!"

The two Mexicans each held one of my arms with the utmost ferocity and pushed me back into the room. They threw me into a chair and held me down as I continued to struggle.

"What do you want?" I cried out, "Money?"

The older Mexican spoke, "No, Señor, we do want your money. You have something more precious than money. We saw the pleasure your woman gave you this morning, we want to experience such pleasure."

Lynda intervened, "You were the peepers?"

"Si, Señorita, you are very beautiful. Never have I seen a woman so enraptured in the act of love. I have never experienced such a responsive woman. I must have you."

I kicked at my assailants and shouted, "You won't get away with this, the police..." 

The older man laughed and tilted his head toward the younger one, "Señor, his father is on the police department. They will do nothing." 

"Duane, stop!" interjected Lynda, catching all of us by surprise. 

Taken aback by Lynda's command I complied and immediately the two Mexicans loosen their grip on me but kept their hands on me. Lynda addressed the older Mexican, "What is your name, Señor?"

Surprised he looked at the younger one, then at me and finally back at Lynda. "My name is Hector and this is my cousin, Carlos," he nodded towards the younger man.

"Okay, Hector, we don't want any trouble. No one has to get hurt. My name is Lynda." She tapped her breast bone and continued, "Let me speak with my husband, por favor."

Hector nodded at Carlos and they let go of me but stood nearby ready to pounce. Lynda bent down and caressed my face lovingly with her hand. Both men eyed her butt lustfully as her bikini fully invested her ass crack. 

She looked into my eyes and calmly said, "Duane, this is going to happen. There's nothing you or I can do about it. It's going to happen."

"What are you saying?"

Resolute Lynda said, "We have a choice, Duane. We can choose not to be victims."

"I don't understand." 

"Duane, if you continue to struggle with these two, they are going to hurt you. You can't beat them both. They'll get all worked up in the fight and turn their rage on me. So I won't only get raped I'll get assaulted as well. Is that what you want?"

I shook my head, "Of course not."

"I don't want to be victim. I see victims all the time, in my law office. They never seem to get over it. They live the rest of their lives as victims. I don't want to be a victim."

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Nothing," she paused to let her words sink in, "just let it happen. Don't interfere. Don't say a word."

"You just want me to watch you get raped?"

Lynda shook her head, "I told you I'm not going to be a victim. I'm going to participate. A participant isn't a rape victim. It's just sex. I love you, not them. It's just sex."

She turned to Hector and Carlos. "Do you understand what I said to my husband? He won't fight you and you don't have to rape me. I'll do my best to pleasure you but, I have some boundaries I expect you to respect."

"Boundaries?" asked Hector. Like me, he was more than a little confused. This wasn't at all what he had expected.

"Si, boundaries. One, you don't say anything degrading to me or my husband. Two, I will not suck your cocks, that is only for my husband. Three, you will not stick your cocks up my ass, that too, is only for my husband. In exchange I will give you great pleasure with my pussy and my husband will sit quietly and not interfere. Are these terms agreeable?"

Hector held up his forefinger to hush Lynda as he translated what she said to Carlos, who asked a couple of questions then shrugged and nodded. Skeptical Hector spoke to me, "What your Señorita says is acceptable to you?"

I looked up at Lynda, who nodded at me and silently mouthed, "please." I blinked back my tears of impotency and hung my head humiliated. I whispered in submission, "Yes. Si."

Lynda turned to the Mexicans and decreed, "Get undressed, guys." 

She grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the chair. "Help me get ready to be fucked."

I followed Lynda to the sofa. Everything seemed surreal. My mind couldn't grasp what was happening. I watched as she pulled her T-shirt off and dropped it on the floor. Next she undid the ties to her bikini top and let it flutter to the floor. 

She turned and pulled me into an embrace I felt the hardness of her nude nipples against my chest. She kissed me. Her lips forced my mouth open and she probed my mouth with her tongue. She broke our kissed and whispered hotly in my ear, "Duane, don't be a victim, participate. Please, Honey, get control of your emotions, the more you resist the more you'll be damaged."

"I don't want this..."

"I know, Honey, I know, but there's nothing you can do."

"I'm such a wimp," I sniffled, "I'm sorry I can't protect you."

Lynda pushed me out to arm's length, "Don't be like this, Duane, I need you to be strong." 

She sat down delicately on the sofa. She looked up at me and with firmness said, "Victim or participant, your choice."

Dazed I dropped to my knees in front of my seated wife. I untied the strings which held her bikini to her hips. I pulled her bikini from her as she raised her hips but it clung to her wet cunt. I jerked and it came loose from her nethers. I placed my wife's bikini in Hector's outstretched hand. 

I said to her, "You seem pretty excited by all this..."

Lynda nodded, "I am." She saw the hurt in my eyes and sobbed flustered, "You must think I'm such a slut."

I shook my head negatively mindful that Lynda didn't need to feel like slut any more than she needed to feel like a victim.

She heaved a sigh to regain her composure then explained, "I started getting wet in the elevator when you and Hector started talking about me like I was an object of desire. And then they barged in here fighting to get me...I can't explain it...but at some primordial level a woman wants to be desired so much that males around her posture for her. I'm so sorry, Honey."

Weakly I said, "That's understandable. Its only natural for you to be sexually attracted to the Alpha males."

Lynda was a natural blonde and usually kept a goatee of light pubic hair above her bald labia to remind me of that fact. Her flesh hidden by her bikini was milky white compared to her tanned torso and legs. He pussy lips glistened with excitement and pouted for attention.

The naked Mexicans behind me murmured their approval as I spread Lynda's legs revealing the wonders of her pussy to them. Hector brought Lynda's bikini bottoms up to his face and inhaled her aroma. His big brown horse cock danced across his washboard abs in response to her heady scent. Report Story He said to Carlos as he passed the bikini, "Tener un olor fragante." 




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Then to me he said, "Her pussy has sweet fragrance."

Carlos followed Hector's lead and he too sniffed her bikini. He grinned at his cousin and said, "Muy dulce." (very sweet)

"Yes, very sweet," I agreed.

I turned my attention back to my wife and buried my face between her legs into the folds of her cunt. I heard her moan as I probed her drenched interior with my tongue. I glanced up at her and caught her tugging her hard nipples in time to the tongue lashing I was giving her. I worked a finger into her soaked snatch and soon the room was filled with the wet swooshing sound of my digit machine-gunning in and out of her cunt. I teased Lynda's clit with the tip of my tongue.

In ecstasy she mumbled, "Feels good...Honey...feels good."

I knew she was getting close to orgasm. I so wanted to give her an orgasm. I trailed my tongue through her slit passing wetly over her taint. I found her anus and teased it with light feather-like flicks of my tongue. 

Suddenly I jammed my thumb up her asshole and pushed it toward my finger still in her cunt like she was a six-pack. Hearing Lynda groan a protest I gently bite her clit. The sudden pleasure of pain pushed her over the top and she orgasm. 

"Pussy....cum...pussy...cum!" Lynda wailed as she slapped her thighs together trapping my head between them. Her cunt contracted so hard around my finger I thought she might break it.

After she recovered and released my head I looked up at my wife from between her legs. She returned my gaze and mouthed a silent, "Thank you." 

I turned to Hector and quietly mumbled, "She's ready."

Carlos practically pushed me out of the way to get my wife's pussy. His long thick cock was already weeping pre-cum. He dropped to his knees between Lynda's spread legs and roughly squeezed her breasts. He put his hands behind her knees and pushed them towards her breasts. Suddenly he rammed himself into her cunt with a single furious thrust. 

Lynda protested the abrupt penetration with a high pitched cry. Her dissent seemed to fuel Carlos lust even more. Soon he rocketed his rather large cock in out of her pussy with reckless abandon. 

She softly raked Carlos muscular chest with her nails and stuttered, "Slow down... Carlos...huh, huh... you'll enjoy...oh... it more."

Ignoring Lynda's mumbled advice Carlos grabbed her hips to get better traction. The tattoo of an Aztec warrior on his bulging bicep seemed to mock me but, I couldn't look away despite the shame I felt. Carlos thrust his cock with youthful exuberance. He backstroked too far and fell out of my wife's cunt just as he started to cum. 

Carlos cried out in frustration, "No, Noo, Nooo!"

Lynda grabbed his wet spurting cock and tugged it as Carlos covered her belly with his cum. As soon as he was spent she reached up behind his curly-haired head and pulled his face to hers. She kissed his lips and softly soothed, "That's okay, Carlos, you'll last longer next time."

Hector translated what Lynda had said. 

Carlos kissed my wife a quick peck on the lips before saying, "Muchas gracias." He rose to his feet and moved out of Hector's way.

I smirked at Carlos with unsettled satisfaction as he moved past me. I looked at Lynda and asked with a trembling voice unable to hide my jealousy, "Why are appeasing his ego? Let him feel like a lousy lay."

Lynda looked up at me and said with an edge of anger, "A victim holds a grudge. I chose not to be a victim. I chose to be a participant. I thought you had done the same. Now won't you please participate by getting me a towel?"

I held her gaze for a long moment to suppress my resentment then I went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. When I returned I avoided eye contact with Hector, who was now sitting on the sofa next to my wife. I handed her the towel and she quickly wiped Carlos cum off her belly and handed the towel back to me. I took it and started to retreat from the couch when she touched my hand and looked up at me with pleading eyes. I paused and squeezed her hand to reassure her before backing away.

"Señorita, por favor," demanded Hector.

He had been patient and was now ready to fully enjoy the pleasure of my wife's pussy. His cock would have looked natural on a Shetland pony. It touched his navel and pulsated with each beat of his heart. He reached for one of my wife's creamy white breasts and gently but firmly squeezed it. He smiled as she moaned. He really appreciated her responsiveness. He bent and sucked her hard nipple into his mouth while continuing to squeeze the her breast.

Lynda undid Hector's ponytail and encouraged him to suckle by running her hands through his long dark hair. She murmured, "That's it Hector, that feels so good."

I stifled a sniffle of humiliation as the surreal scene played out before me. My emotions swung between jealous rage and euphoric sexual excitement. 

Lynda pushed Hector off her breasts. She slowly stroked his monster cock. She looked into his dark lust-filled eyes, "How do you say huge in Spanish?"

He grinned, "Grande."

"Si, Hector, your cock is mucho grande. You just sit back and enjoy it while I work that enormous thing into my pussy."

Lynda scooted over onto Hector's lap. Her pale buttocks contrasted with his dark skin. She hovered above him with her back to his front and he cupped her buttocks above his lap to help balance her. She picked up his cock off his stomach and aimed it at her slobbering snatch. She lowered herself on to Hector's cock. 

At first she was only able to insert his thick cock head. Her cunt lips clung to his cock giving it a warm wet welcome. With a grunt she slid down a little further and paused to adjust to Hector's girth. She repeated the process again and again until she was finally fully impaled on the colossal cock. 

She leaned back against Hector's chest and exhaled like she had just completed a marathon. She gently rolled his bloated mammoth sized balls in her hand while she caught her breath. She panted, "So big...so big....cock....huge."

"Lynda your pussy is maravilloso."

Hector turned Lynda's face towards him and kissed her. His tongue fully penetrated her mouth like his cock had just penetrated her pussy. It darted around her mouth pursuing her tongue. His hands fondled her breasts which seemed to disappear behind his huge hands as he manipulated them both. He alternated between softly squeezing her breasts and gently tweaking her nipples. Hector was a very considerate lover and I swallowed hard as the ache of jealousy once again kicked me in the gut.

Lynda looked at me with glazed eyes and smiled weakly. She slowly began to rise up on Hector's hard cock. She left a snail trail of excitement on his cock as she slithered higher on it. She didn't stop until just the head of his cock remained in her cunt. She paused for a second at the apex and Hector's cock visibly throbbed with exhilaration. Suddenly she slid all the way back down his shaft in single movement. Soon Lynda developed a steady sexually satisfying rhythm. She vocalized her enjoyment by moaning while gliding up Hector's cock and groaning as she slid back down his shaft.

Hector mumbled a mix of Spanish and English words hotly into Lynda's ear encouraging her erotic endeavors. He gripped her hips and pushed and pulled her body up and down on his hard horse-like cock. Steadily he increased the tempo of their copulation. 

Lynda's creamy white breasts bounced like pale softballs as her pace quicked. She was completely lost in the lust of the moment. She began to diddled her clit and cried out, "Fuck...fuck...fuck."

Gradually my jealousy and humiliation began to be overwhelmed by the erotic sights and sounds before me. My cock throbbed with yearning as I watched my wife fuck Hector. I shook my head confused by my own reactions. On the one hand I was envious that another man was fucking my wife and yet I had never seen such a sexually stimulating sight. I grudgingly had to admit it was better to see Lynda enjoying getting fucked than writhing in pain as she was raped. 

Suddenly Hector pulled Lynda completely down on his cock interring himself completely into her cunt. His eyes rolled back in his head as his potent seed spewed forth from his cock and flooded Lynda's fecund womb. He bellowed in blissful release, "Jeh, mamacita!"

Lynda gently squeezed Hector's balls milking more cum from them with one hand while she continued to diddle her clit with the other. Her face and shoulders were crimson and her whole body trembled. She closed her eyes tight and howled with orgasmic respite, "Cum...cum...cum."

I could tell Lynda's climaxing cunt was constricting around Hector's cock as he murmured, "Siente bien, feels good, feels so good."

Lynda slumped back on Hector's chest after her orgasm subsided. She kissed him heartily and huffed breathless, "That was wonderful, Hector, you have a great cock."

He kissed her and whispered, "Muchas gracias."

She rose off Hector's cock and it slipped out of her snatch and slapped his thigh with a wet plop. Cum immediately began to stream from her pummeled pussy as her stretched labia refused to close. She sat back down on the sofa and smiled lovingly at me looking for reassurance.

I turned to Hector and Carlos and sneered, "You had your fun, now get out."

Carlos immediately took a step towards me. Enraged he flailed his arms and spoke rapidly and loudly in Spanish. 

I balled my fist and started to square off with the younger man. I no longer tried to contain my aggravation, "Bring it fucker!"

"Carlos!" Hector shouted which checked the young man's advance. He said something to Carlos in Spanish as the young man's eyes blazed rage at me. Then Hector spoke softly but firmly to me, "Carlos didn't get much gratification the first time. Please, he's young allow him the pleasure of your wife's pussy once more, por favor. Then we'll leave...no trouble. Okay?"

My face was red with rage and I shook my head negatively but before I could say a word Lynda spoke up, "Duane!"

I looked at her in disbelief, "It's not right. We kept our word. I watched them fuck you without saying a damn thing. Now they need to go."

She sighed and softly said, "I know, Honey but Carlos was only inside me for a minute or two before he climaxed. He's young and couldn't control himself. He's more frustrated than satisfied." 

"That's his problem."

Lynda continued with a sharper tone, "Do you want it to become our problem? The situation has been acceptable so far, Duane. We've been able to participate and avoid becoming victims. Please don't negate that now. It's only sex. Besides, I did imply Carlos could have another turn. Okay?"

Hector had slipped his clothes back on and stood before me ready to intervene. 

I knew I couldn't take him no matter how enraged I was, so once again I lowered my eyes to the floor in shame and relented. I choked, "Okay, okay."

Hector said to me, "Gracias, Señor." 

He turned to Carlos and quietly said something in Spanish. Carlos' glare soften and he too mumbled, "Gracias."

Lynda lay back on the sofa resting her head on its arm. She spread her legs invitingly. Hector's spent cum streamed down the crack of her ass and puddled on the cushion below her. She grasped Carlos long hard cock and guided it into her hot hole as he moved between her open thighs. She grunted as his cock slipped into her balls deep. She clutched his buttocks tightly and wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him from thrusting wildly as he rose up on straight arms. 

She looked over at Hector and said, "Translate for me, Hector."

He nodded.

She looked into Carlos eyes and kissed him fully on the mouth. Her tongue twirled inside his mouth and he responded in kind. She broke their kiss and spoke in a gentle tone, "Slow down, Carlos, take your time. Let your orgasm build. Just enjoy the passion of my pussy."

Hector translated then laughed when Carlos suddenly hissed wide-eyed, "Siente bien."

Lynda threw me a mischievous grin and I knew she had contracted her cunt around Carlos' huge hard cock. She tapped his ass with her palm and he slowly began to withdraw his cock. When it was near falling out of her cunt he just as slowly reinserted it until he was again balls deep inside her. Lynda sighed savoring the sensations of his improving cocksmanship. 

"That's it Carlos, fuck me like that. Your cock feels so good when you fuck me like that."

Once again the agony of hearing Lynda take pleasure in getting fucked by another man's cock broke my heart. Hector, who stood beside me, must have sensed my distress. He patted me on the shoulder with his enormous hand and said, "You are a fortunate man, Señor. Your wife is so responsive to the sex."

I looked at him teary-eyed and remained silent.

He continued, "We just enjoyed her pleasures this day. Your whole life she will pleasure you. You are a most fortunate man, I am jealous of you."

The bizarre nature of the afternoon continued to boggle my mind as one of the men who had forced himself on my wife tried to comfort me while I watched his partner fuck her again. I didn't know how to respond to Hector so I simply nodded.

Carlos had increased the tempo of his thrusts and Lynda grunted and groaned in response to his vigorous endeavors. Soon he was pounding her pussy with powerful strokes and Lynda met his plunging cock with upward hip thrusts of her own. The wet flesh on flesh smacks provided an undertone to my wife's growls of gratification.

"Carlos...cock...good....so...good."

Even though he didn't understand Lynda's words, her encouragement fired his lust and with a final fierce thrust he buried his cock balls deep into her cunt. A roar of release erupted from his throat just as his virile seed erupted and sped to join Hector's in Lynda's fruitful womb.

Lynda clutched his ass and tried to get more of his climaxing cock insider her. Her tanned torso grew red with rapture. Her whole body trembled as she joined Carlos in climax. Her orgasm sped from her contorting cunt to the pleasure centers of her core. 

She shrieked, "Cumming...cum...cumming!"

Carlos collapsed panting onto of my wife who lovingly kissed his check and then his lips. After his cock grew soft he pulled out of Lynda. Once again her cunt couldn't contain all the cum and it streamed down the crack of her ass to expand the puddle created earlier.

After Carlos dressed both he and Hector kissed Lynda in turn and thanked her for the pleasure she had given them. Carlos walked out the door without giving me a second glance. 

Hector paused and took another long look at Lynda as she lounged naked on the sofa. Then he said to me, "Adiós, Señor. You are a most fortunate man."

The door closed and I was once again alone with my wife. The silence was deafening. I tossed her the towel she had used earlier to wipe off her belly. 

She immediately stuffed it between her legs and pinched her labia closed to stem the tide of cum spilling from her cunt. She smiled weakly at me and said, "I don't know if I've been so full of cum."

The sun was setting so I turned on a lamp. The light reflected a sheen of sweat covered Lynda's body. I opened the mini-fridge and took out a bottle of water. I flopped down on the couch next to her and handed her the bottle after I unscrewed the cap.

"Thanks," Lynda took the bottle and chugged the water down like a railroad section hand. She put the empty bottle on the end table and asked in a concerned tone, "Are you okay?"

I looked at her with disbelief and spat with scorn, "I'm fine. I wasn't the one getting fucked with cocks the size of tree limbs. How are you? Did you have a good time?"

The hurt in Lynda's eyes was evident. She blinked back a tear and choked, "Would you rather watch me get pleasurably fucked or witness me getting brutally raped?"

I tracked down the tear rolling down her face and wiped it away with my thumb. I sighed heavily, "I'm sorry. And no, I didn't want you to be raped but it wasn't easy to watch you get fucked by their big cocks either."

Lynda curled up to me and rested her head on my shoulder, "I love you. You know that don't you?"

I hugged her close and whispered, "Yes, I know you love me and I love you too. That's why it was so difficult to watch them fucking you."

"Are you angry with me because I enjoyed it?"

"No, I'm not angry with you. How can I be? They were Alpha males and you're a fertile female." I paused to wipe away my own tear as it ran down my face, "I feel like such a wimp because I wasn't man enough to stand up to them." 

Lynda kissed my cheek, "I don't think you are wimp. I'm very proud of you."

"Proud of me, how can you be proud of me?"

She hooked my chin with her forefinger and turned my face towards her so she could look me in the eye. "I know it hurt you and you endured it like a man. I'm proud of you for making the choice not to fight even though it was your macho instinct to do so. You chose not to be a victim."

"I feel like a victim."

"You shouldn't."

I pouted, "You're right, impotent bystander would be a more appropriated description." 

Lynda's blue eyes pierced my self-pity as she said, "Participant would be the appropriated description. You just didn't watch you got me ready for the fuck of my life. Thank you." 

"Yeah, right."

"You're the one who gave me my first orgasm with that talented tongue of yours." She patted her lower abdomen. "Gosh, my tummy is so sore. I've never had so many orgasms in such a brief span of time."

I kissed her lightly on the lips and admitted, "You are so beautiful when you cum."

"Really?" she smiled.

"The expression on your face when you came with Hector's huge cock inside of you was so alluring. Your whole body glowed from the ravishment as you climaxed with Carlos. I've never seen you more beautiful."

Lynda clutched me into a tight hug and I felt her tears drop on my neck as she whispered softly, "I love you, Duane. I love you so much."

"I love you too," I replied hugging her tight.

She kissed my neck then blew hotly on my skin. Goose bumps rose on my flesh. She reached into my shorts and fished out my cock. It was hard and had been hard since I had stripped the bikini bottoms off of my wife exposing her pussy to the Mexicans. She looked down at my cock and observed, "My goodness, Honey, you're really hard. I don't think you've ever been this hard."

"Yeah, it might be hard but it's still not as big as Hector's or Carlos' cocks."

Lynda lifted her eyes from my cock and looked into my eyes, "Thank goodness for that, I wouldn't want those cocks all the time."

"Don't patronize me, Lynda. I saw their cocks were bigger than mine and I saw how much pleasure they gave you. So don't act like size doesn't matter."

She squeezed my cock in her hand and my eyes widened. She giggled, "You're correct, size does matter. Yours is the right size."

"What?"

"Of course I enjoyed getting fucked by their big cocks and they gave me some very enjoyable orgasms. But look at my pussy," she flopped the towel down revealing her devastated cunt. 

She resumed, "Look at how distended my labia are I can't even keep their cum inside me. My pussy is so sore. It's not going to be fit to fuck for a few days. I'm going to be walking bow-legged tomorrow and maybe the day after that."

"I see."

Lynda squeezed my cock again then continued, "Your pecker is the correct size to please me. We can fuck every day without me being sore. I'd rather fuck your cock everyday than once a week with theirs." 

I kissed her and she started stroking my cock. I looked into her beautiful blue eyes and said, "Hector was right. I am a fortunate man to have you. I love you Lynda."

She returned my gaze and whispered, "I love you too." Report Story Then she bent down and took my cock into her mouth swallowing its entire length. I groaned as she slowly came back up the shaft and just sucked my hard helmet. I reached for one of her breasts and squeezed it before gently pinching her nipple.




A Choice



Lynda moaned then spit out my cock. She blew on it. Her hot breath made my cock dance. Pleased with that response she licked my shaft from its base up to my cock head. She twirled her tongue around the head of my cock licking up my seeping pre-cum. Satisfied she had gotten all my nectar she began to bob up and down on my cock like a woman possessed. 

My cock began to twitch as I approached orgasm. I clutched the cushions of the couch ready to shoot my load when Lynda spit out my cock. I begged, "Please, Baby, please, I'm so close."

She giggled as she squeezed my balls. "These feel so full, Honey. Let's empty them. Get up and strip."

I stood up pulled my T-shirt off while Lynda pulled my shorts down. I stepped out of them as soon as they hit the floor. I took my wife into my arms and hugged her naked body next to mine. I bent my head and took a hard nipple into my mouth and sucked on it with gusto. I grinned as she hissed with delight.

She pulled my face up to hers and kissed me. Soon our tongues engaged in a spirited and amorous wrestling match. Lynda broke our kiss and spoke softly to me, "Come on its time to reclaim your wife."

Bewildered I said, "I thought your pussy was too sore for sex." 

"It is," she said with an impish grin. She grabbed my cock and led me out onto the balcony. It was completely dark and the lights from the courtyard below cast a deep shadow over our balcony.

Lynda called out, "Hector? Are you there?"

I was shocked when a voice answered from the dark, "Si."

"Is Carlos with you?" asked Lynda into the night.

"Si."

I heard the two Mexicans speaking in Spanish and was able to pinpoint their location as the balcony above us. The same balcony they had spied on us making love this morning. I asked, "How did you know they were there?"

Lynda replied with a grin, "I didn't really. I just surmised they might hang around until they were sure you wouldn't hurt me once we were alone."

"They were afraid I might hurt you?" Taken aback I asked, "You know I would never do that, don't you?"

Lynda nodded, "Of course I do." She called out into the night again, "You guys are going to want to watch this." 

Their heads appeared over the edge of the balcony just above us. Lynda squatted down spreading her legs. A dollop of their spent cum splotched on the balcony floor from between her legs. She took my cock into her mouth. She licked and drooled all over my cock as she sucked on it noisily.

"Jeh, mamacita," groaned Hector from above us.

The lights from below threw a shadow over our balcony but from above we were spot-lighted as if on a stage. The two Mexicans could see us clearly.

Once again I was about to bust my nut when Lynda quit her oral manipulations. She stood and said, "I think you're ready."

I groaned, "No, don't stop."

Lynda kissed me while continuing to stroke my cock. Her tongue invaded my mouth and she shared the salty taste of my pre-cum with me. The fact it was my nectar and not one of the Mexicans added to my pleasure and reinforced the fact that my wife loved me, after all she hadn't sucked their cocks.

She broke our kiss and bent over the rail of the balcony. With one hand she clutched the rail with the other, she gripped a buttock and pulled it. She revealed her pretty pink pucker to me. She glanced over her shoulder. She looked me in the eye and said, "Reclaim your wife. Fuck my ass."

Hector gasped as he took in the erotic sight of what my wife was offering me. He said, "Tan hermoso. So beautiful, so beautiful. What a woman." 

Astonished I asked, "Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Duane, I love you." Lynda said with excitement. She panted with longing, "No one has ever had my ass... Not ever... It's yours... Take it... Reclaim your wife."

I got behind her upturned ass and grabbed her buttock and pushed it while she continued to pull the other buttock. I noticed Lynda's butthole was wet from the excess cum that had escaped her cunt. I guided my cock saturated with my wife's slobber with my free hand. I tapped her butthole with the tip of my cock and it winked at me before I forced my blunt helmet into it.

Lynda growled at my penetration. Her sphincter resisted me. She exhaled and groaned, "Go slow, Honey, please."

Since my cock had started its journey into her ass I released her buttock. I tugged on both her nipples. I pulled one and pinched the other. This momentarily took Lynda's mind off of my cock in her ass and turned her groans of grievance into moans of pleasure. 

I pushed more of my cock into her soggy butt. I stopped with each sharp intake of her breath allowing her to adjust to my cock. Finally, I was completely inside her ass. My balls rested against her wet pouting pussy lips. I paused. I felt my cock throb thrilled with the tightness of her anal passage.

"I love you, Lynda. This feels so good, better than I dreamed it would."

She released her buttock and gripped the rail firmly with both hands. She looked over her shoulder at me. Her blue eyes blazed with lust.

"I can feel.... I can feel your cock...oh gosh... pressing on the back side of my...my G-spot. Oh, oh, fuck me... Honey... fuck me."

I slowly slid my shaft back out of her butt until only the head of my cock was left in her. I felt her sphincter struggle to expel me. I pushed my cock back until I was again deep inside her. 

Lynda whimpered with glee, "Oh...oh...Honey....this feels...feels so good...so good."

Carlos commented on our coupling from his perch above us, "Es increíble que."

Hector replied, "Si, it is an unbelievable sight. Lynda is so responsive, such an exquisite spectacle."

Their observations fueled my lust and I picked up speed. I grabbed a handful of Lynda's long blonde hair and pulled it forcing her back to arch. Even as she howled a protest of pain I drove more of my cock into her. Again and again I rammed my cock into her beautiful butt, taking it, making it mine. Mine alone. 

Lynda felt my cock twitching against her innards and sensed I was close to cumming. She looked over her shoulder at me. Her face was contorted in a grimace of pained pleasure. She huffed in time to my savage thrusts, "I...love...you."

I let go of her hair and grabbed her hips with both my hands. I hurriedly hammered my cock into her relentlessly. With a final vicious thrust I plunged my cock deep into her butt. My balls contracted then blasted spurt after spurt of cum deep inside my wife. I bellowed like a gratified bull as red lights of release burst behind my closed eyes. Blood pounded in my ears and I fought off the urge to pass out.

"I can feel you cumming," groaned Lynda still clutching the rail with white knuckles.

My cock was fully embedded in her butt and nestled against the backside of her G-spot. I reached between Lynda's legs and pressed my forefinger against her over stimulated clit. 

She stiffened, then with a swoosh she ejaculated. It spewed on the balcony floor and splattered wetly onto our ankles. Her screams of ecstasy echoed across the courtyard, "Yesss, Yassuh."

As Lynda's frenzied cries of elation died down I heard Carlos say, "Es muy hombre."

Hector replied, "Si. He is much man. To possess such woman he is a much man and a fortunate one indeed."

"A most fortunate man, indeed," I whispered in agreement. My cock softened and fell from Lynda's ass finally ejected by her sphincter. I pulled her up and spun her around into a tight embrace. I kissed her and said, "I love you, Lynda."

She leaned against me trembling and hoarsely whispered, "I love you. I never ever had an orgasm like that before, I felt like my whole pussy was exploding. I can hardly stand-up. I love you."

Epilogue.

Eight months later I arrived home from work and found my two boys watching television. I asked, "Where's your mom?"

They pointed upstairs. So I quietly crept up the stairs expecting to find Lynda napping. I opened our bedroom door and found my wife awake. She was fresh from the shower and stood nude before the mirror of her bureau brushing her long beautiful blond hair.

She caught me admiring her bare butt in the refection of the mirror. She smiled at me glowing and said, "Thinking about Acapulco?"

I nodded, even with her recent weight gain her ass still looked great and I told her so. "Baby, you got the best butt in the state. I can hardly wait to fuck it again."

Lynda smiled and wiggled her ass at me, "Well the doctor says you will have to wait a bit longer to get it."

I strolled to her saying, "It's worth the wait."

Then I wrapped my arms around her resting my hands on her tummy. She leaned back against my chest and sighed with contentment. She had changed since we had returned from Mexico. 

I traced my finger along a blue vein visible on one of her breasts which had grown from grapefruit size to the size of cantaloupes. I felt a kick against the palm of my hand her belly was swollen with new life. 

Her doctor said she was carrying twins. She had been correct. She had been at her most fertile during our time in Acapulco. She turned her face towards me and kissed my cheek. She whispered, "Muy hombre, I love you."

I looked into her bright blue eyes and said, "I chose to love you and your children."

She kissed my cheek again and replied, "Good choice."



A Choice for the Weekend



Her heart was still beating like a drum when the two men opened the rear of the car. She was pulled from the backseat and lead into an apartment building. The grip of the guard was so strong that the young girl had no chance what so ever to resist. She had asked them frequently where they would take her...why they had captured her in front of the night-club...what they would do to her. Silvia was afraid, her body was shivering and as much as she had wanted to shout as soon as she would be out of the car...in this moment her throat resisted. It was like a giant hand was pressing her chest. Tears of frustration ran down her cheeks.

"Please...let me go..."

But the two men in dark suits did not move a muscle in their faces. They just pulled the 20 years old girl into the lobby of the building. Nobody was there, nobody would help her. Would her girlfriend miss her, would she call the police when Silvia did not came back into the hotel? She hoped so. 

They stepped into the elevator and she saw one of the guards pressing the top-floor button. And then they were broad up into the pent-house. When the doors opened again, Silvia saw one huge room. It was enclosed by glass and the view over the nightly metropolis was magnificent. Not that she had any thoughts about good views at the moment. She was sweating, her heart hammered in her chest.

"Ah, there she is..."

A man in wide, loose-fitting black cloth, with a glass in one hand stepped closer. Silvia thought he was in his mid-forties, and the way he spoke, the way he seemed to be sure of himself showed her that he was in charge.

"Why...why have you brought me here...I want to go."

He just made a gesture with his free hand and the guards pulled the young woman in her wide white pants and the blue pullover closer to their boss.

The man sat down in a chair and put away the glass.

Then he looked up into her face that was distorted into a grimace of fear. 

"Don't be afraid, young lady. Nothing will happen to you. What's your name?"

She did not answer at first.

He laid his well manicured hands onto her hips and instantly Silvia knew what was going to happen. But it just couldn't be. And so she asked him...cautiously...

"What do you want..."

"Well, honey...you will spend the night with me."

It was like someone had hit her real hard into her stomach.

Silvia Weis knew that he wanted to fuck her...that she had been kidnapped so that this rich man would fuck her.

-Oh my God...-

"I..don't understand," she lied.

"Well, why don't you first tell me your name, girl."

"S..Silvia...Weis..."

He smiled

"Where are you from?"

"Germany."

"Germany. How nice. A tourist. Well, I knew it from the very first moment when I saw you in front of the club. You are a very nice young girl. How old are you anyway?"

"I..am twenty..."

He smiled again.

"Alright then. You will spend the night here...," and he made a gesture that enclosed the whole pent-house, "...and we will have lots of sex. Is that clear enough for you, Silvia?"

The world around her started to twist and turn. She felt like a heavy stone was laying on her chest, she couldn't breath...

And Silvia's knees bent in; she fell onto the carpet.

There she lay for a moment, looking up into the smiling face of the rich man.

"Well, when you are ready, Silvia, you could then get up and give me what I want."

Silvia wasn't able to respond. She lay on her back, barely able to breath. But after a while the numbness subsided and she was at least able to sit up.

"I don't want to have sex with you, mister. Let me go...or I will call the police."

He put his hands into the pockets of his pants and smiled his superior smile.

"Empty threat, young lady. And now get up, I want to test what I got." 

He gave her his hand and Silvia took it. When she was standing on her feet again she started shivering.

"Oh, by the way, my little, beautiful tourist...if you should consider resisting my love-making, if you should think about harming me while you ...give me a blow-job...I...," he stood up and came closer till his nose almost touched Silvia's nose,

"...I will kill you..."

His expression betrayed the seriousness of his words. He smiled like he just had made her a compliment. And this made the young girl aware of the meaning of his threat. She knew now that if she started resisting, fighting him...she would die...and that almost brought Silvia to a collapse, made her almost fainting out.

But she pulled herself together and started breathing again...

"Alright then, ...come closer darling."

She complied and stepped closer to her captor.

The man hugged the girl, laid his hands onto Silvia Weis's buttocks.

Silvia's face distorted into a grimace. She felt like running away, like waking up only to realize that everything had just been a nightmare. But when she felt his fingers probing her ass, when she heard him sighing, enjoying this pressing and outlining of her ass, she knew that this was the worst kind of reality. 

The man's fingertips were running over the smooth surface of her wide, white pants. It felt cool, it was the perfect frame for the well shaped and perfect ass this girl had...

"When was it that you have been fucked the last time?"he asked while he kneed in front of her.

At first she couldn't answer...it was like he considered her to be a piece of meat. When have you been fucked?...

But when she didn't say anything, he seemed to have forgotten he asked. Instead his hands ran over the back of her legs, down...and up left and right on the outside...

He buried his face in her stomach, let the cotton of her dark blue pullover caress his skin. And all the while the rich man was moaning and Silvia knew what was happening down there, where she couldn't see it...

-Oh God...I want to get away...please ...-

Then he pulled himself away from her body, only resting his hands on Silvia's hips. And in the instant the girl seemed to relax a little...he pushed his right hand between her legs, place the hand over Silvia's vagina.

"I bet you are already wet to your ass, little Silvia."

He smiled, pulled away his hand and stood up.

She relaxed a little, though she knew that this certainly wasn't the end of it.

"Alright little Silvia...let's go to bed, shall we!?"

He took her hand and pulled the girl into the far left corner of the huge room. Silvia stumbled after him, half resisting, half letting herself fall into the unavoidability of the nightmare. There it stood, a huge, asian style bed...big enough for at least three people. She knew that this bed would be her doom...

When they had reached it, he let Silvia face the window-front behind the headboard of the bed. She looked through the glass, seeing the nightly city, thinking about all the people who would be save there, in their living rooms, in their bedrooms...and tears started running down her cheeks again.

The man could see Silvia's face as an image in the glass of those windows, and he smiled. He smiled because he knew he had the power, he had the control. He knew this was highly illegal, but...he also knew that whenever he kidnapped a girl and threatened her with death or things worse...they always would comply. Never, never, ever had he had any trouble. And this time would be no different...

And so he hugged the petite foreign girl from behind and took her midsized breasts into his hands...and began to massage them.

Silvia's mouth dropped open and she felt this burning deep in her body. It was no burning of sexual desire, no burning that he shouldn't stop...it was like ... she was not asked, that she was being treated like a plastic fucking-doll...but then...

-Oh God...-

His fingers pressed her breasts hard and then soft again. He pushed them together, against each other...

And then she felt his rising cock on her ass...

His fingers went down the cotton of her pullover, down, underneath the seam...onto the bare skin...hot and pulsing...up again...his wrists pulled up the cloth...and then he grabbed her naked breasts...starting instantly to massage them again...

Silvia was moaning...and she hated herself for feeling pleasure...why did she feel it...he was raping her for God's sake...but it was there...

The man kissed Silvia's neck...his tongue went up and down, playing with the small hairs on her skin...while he pressed her breasts...

One hand let go...came down...all the way...and he pushed his finger between Silvia's legs again...

His middle-finger pressing hard against her vagina, rubbing, pressing...

She pressed her legs together, trying to avoid the lust he created...with not much success...

Silvia felt the heat rising.

Her head fell back and she closed her eyes; tears still running down her glowing cheeks. And her captor's right hand let go of her vagina, pulling his fingers upwards till he reached the button...

He opened it, found the gold colored zipper and pulled it down...

It was like an army of ants were running down her body. She felt like she had to move, had to do something before...she ...would go mad...

And his well manicured hand slid into her wide pants...

She moaned...

"No...please not..."

His fingertips touched the green silk of her string-panties...resisting the urge to slip in...but instead gliding over the silk till he had reached Silvia's vagina again...

"Oh...God..."

He pressed down...and smiled when he felt the humidity..the warmth...

-..she is almost there...almost open...-

She hated herself. She was a bitch, a whore...but why?...she had been kidnapped, had been taken to this place by force. She was about to have sex with a man she had never seen before. A good looking man, alright...rich...

-Oh God...no...-

His hand slipped into her panties...

Downwards, over a flat stomach...the tingling sensation of pubic hair...and...soft, wet flesh...down...he pressed between them...and his middle-finger went as smoothly as possible into Silvia Weis vagina...

She moaned...again...this time louder...her body trembling, shivering...and there, for the very first time...she touched him...placed her hands onto his hips...steadying herself...enjoying the feeling...he stimulated her...the clitoris...

And then, all of a sudden, he pulled his hands out of her panties...took his prey by the shoulders and turned her around...

Silvia's wide, white pants slid down to her ankles...now only the green silk over her vagina...soaked...

He took her firm buttocks, pressed them and bent down...smiling when he saw her closing her eyes, opening he mouth without being forced to...

And their lips met...Silvia laying her hands on the man's back, falling into the lust she had been forced into...

Their tongues dancing around each other, touching, probing, sliding over their teeth...

She moaned...again...relaxed...

And then Silvia felt his hands on the seam of her dark blue pullover, pulling it upwards...and instinctively she let go of him, erected her arms...

It landed somewhere in front of the bed...

He let go of her, their lips parted and he looked down on her, seeing her naked chest, the firm, the naked, glowing breasts...the stomach...and his own breathing went faster...

He kissed her again...stroking Silvia's shoulders...and he felt to resistance at all...she responded and laid her arms around his neck. 

His hands pulled the girl onto his bed...and then when they had reached the middle of the bed...he felt Silvia's hands on his black shirt, pulling it over his head...

She looked up at him, seeing a muscular torso, a fine layer of sweat on his skin, and it was in that instance that Silvia forgot that she had been taken captive...

She started stroking his arms and he came down on her.

When the man lay between her legs, their lips met again. He inserted his tongue into her mouth and felt her hands on his back, stroking, caring...

The room was filled with heavy breathing, and only if one paid very much attention, one could hear the sound of cars running down on the streets.

Silvia felt a huge pressure between her legs, on her pulsing vagina. She wanted him in her body, so bad... she was shivering and hugged the man with her legs, pressing his body hard against hers..

"Oh God..."

And, though still dressed, they moved together, pressing him against her body...kissing. Then their lips parted and the man pulled himself away from the girl he had chosen. He kneed on the bed, between her upright legs, parted...ready...

In great hurry, he pushed down his black pants, pulled them down his legs, threw them away and was naked in front of her...

His cock pointed at Silvia...

It was big...not too big, not small either...just...

But Silvia would not have cared if his penis would have been small. She was in pain, she was longing to get satisfied...and she couldn't wait any longer...

And so the girl from Germany pulled down her green silk panties and only then laid back when she was completely naked...

Breathing hard, feeling small drops of sweat running between her breasts, her nipples upright...the muscles in her thighs shaking...legs spread apart...she looked at the man and without saying anything she urged him to proceed...to come down on her again...to fill her out, to move into her...

And where the man normally would control any situation at hand; where he normally would be the one who had his emotions controlled, he now could not think straight anymore. His breathing was faster and got faster by the second. He started crawling over his girl, moved like a lion, ready to jump at his prey...looking down on Silvia, seeing the need, seeing her pleading for melting with him...sweat on her upper lip...

He bent down, felt the tipp touching her stomach...

Silvia moaned in agony, she wanted more...

He moved him down...painting a wet line with his penis, over the stomach, into the pubic hair...down...

Smell filled his nose. A sent of the orient...wet and deep, fulfilling...

Then he touched the lips and the man knew that the girl was...more than ready...

And so he lowered himself down...

The penis entered Silvia Weis Vagina ... a little...only a small part...

He looked down on her and her face was without control...

"Please...please fuck me...please...I...I can't...I can't ... please..."

Silvia's breathing was rapid, she was on the verge of hyperventilating...her mouth open, saliva dropping down her teeth...

Warm breath touched the man's cheek and he lowered himself a little more...

His penis penetrated the girl's vagina a little more...so that he was now half way down in her body...

But that was all Silvia could handle...

She grabbed the rich man's butt and pulled himself all the way down...

His penis slid into her...filled the girl out...

And her face changed from pain into fulfillment...she smiled and coughed...breathing even faster...sweat covered her face...

And then he moved...

He moved up...staying for a second...only to push himself again into wet opening...

He moved, moving faster...then slowly again...pushing his penis into her body...filling...moving in and out...

He supported his weight with his arms, pushing deep into her young body...pushing...out...the vaginal lips framing his cock...rubbing over it...

Silvia was screaming...longing...holding his back...hugging him with her legs, pulling him deeper, letting him out...feeling her clitoris being stimulated by him...

Emotions...long forgot...emotions of warmth...emotions...only emotions...no rational thought what so ever...

She pressed her lower body against his...pushing, letting herself down again...till they were one, till their rhythm was one...again in ...out...

And Silvia was screaming again...loud...louder...breathing faster and feeling her vision being dimmed...

It was like a drum...moving faster, faster...so that no one was able to see the drumsticks anymore...like they had a goal...

They had a goal and they came closer...moving as one body...shouting names...screaming...pain, pleasure...

Silvia had forgotten that she was a victim...it was her only goal to reach the climax...her destiny...

The rich man pushed his penis faster, feeling almost pain...till...

She saw it coming, felt it coming...louder she got...sweat covering all her body...her breasts hurting...her vagina in flames...

Only a moment, a brief glimpse in time separated them from their destiny any longer...

pushing, pushing...hurting...longing...

And then...

And then...the sun exploded...

In one final push their hips collided...

The orgasm fulfilled her, ran through Silvia's body from her vagina to her brain...back...and again into her very existence...

Her breathing slowed down...marginally...slowly...her eyes still closed...and then she heard cars on the streets, heard horns blowing...the harbor...

She held out for her lover, pulling him closer, breathing slowly now...

And the man smiled...he did not know for sure...did have experience that were so much different from this one...but he had never denied the possibility of this...

Silvia Weis lay in the arm pit of the rich man, her head resting on his chest. She was stroking him and felt so at ease with herself and all the world around her. They did not talk. Did not do anything. She did not know what was about to come...

More sex? Possible...

She was smiling...

What was this? An abduction, being kidnapped...taken by force...and now...

What had happed to her? She had started out being afraid...afraid to die in this place..afraid of being raped...but now..in this moment the young woman felt better than ever. This sex had been the best sex in her whole live...or so...

What would come now? What would happen...

"Silvia?"

She did not look up, just moaned...

"I would like you to take him into your mouth..."

She lifted her head and looked at her captor...her lover...

"Only if you eat my pussy..."

They smiled at each other, knowing that this night was theirs. And Silvia Weis was glad she had been taken captive...that she was his victim.



A Choice of Four



I am half-woken by the creak of a bedroom door opening – I don’t know which one. Someone going to the bathroom. The clock on the video says 03:21. I shift onto my back and try to get more comfortable on the put-you-up, spreading out to find the cool spots in the bed. It’s very warm and I’m sweating a little despite the thinness of the quilt. I throw it off, but retain the cotton sheet – I have some modesty when I’m a guest in someone’s house, especially when it’s too hot for pyjamas. I look around sleepily for a second but the lounge is pitch black. The toilet flushes and I hear doors opening and closing softly...and then I’m sinking blissfully back into the land of dreams.

The restaurant is dimly lit but very well-appointed. I’m seated at the head of a vast table which is covered by an equally enormous white linen cloth. It conceals most of my body and drapes in thick folds onto the floor. I am wearing a little black dress but it seems to be made of a see-through material and I’m feeling rather exposed. A throng of waiting staff are hovering around me as I sit there. They are all dressed in black – in fact they’re more silhouettes than people, and I can’t make out any of their features. In my hands is a menu. I look down at it and it’s as thick as a phone book. Each page is crawling with tiny text that I can’t read. It isn’t in English, although I feel as if I should know what it says.

The waiters and waitresses crowd in closer, standing around my chair, and I am paralysed with indecision. I don’t understand the menu. I am getting anxious and wondering what to do when one of the waiters puts a dark hand on my shoulder and firmly presses me to the chair. The waitress on my other side does the same. Their grip is calming. I feel a little better. A third black figure takes the giant, unintelligible menu from my sweating hands and perches herself on the edge of the table right in front of me. She leans back on her elbows and places her feet carefully on my chest, her heels just above my nipples. She is pushing me gently against the chair back.

I am braced, held secure in the chair by the dark attendants, and their touch is kind and warm. They are heating up my body. I feel drowsy and relaxed, and it’s nice. The beginnings of desire, of sensual pleasure, stir in my stomach. One of the waitresses runs a hand over my face, caressing my cheek tenderly; her smooth, shadowy fingers tracing my lips, slipping into my mouth. I suck on her fingers as she slides them in and out. I start to ache. She’s really turning me on and I love it. I can’t believe what she’s doing to me. I look around and there are some diners at other tables in the restaurant but they seem very far away and completely disinterested. One man in a navy suit waves for his bill and a silhouette waiter glides over with it. "Enjoy your meal!" he shouts jovially to me with a wink as he leaves with his wife, his hand squeezing her buttock. 

The waiter who delivered the bill comes back to my table. "Hold on," he whispers in my ear. Something’s happening. All of a sudden, all the shadowy waiting staff release me and stand back. They start to clap, slowly. There’s evidently someone under the table. "She’s good," one of the waitresses tells me quietly as the clapping continues. It reaches a crescendo. My heart is pounding. I am confused and frustrated and very, very wet. Suddenly, an eerie silence descends and I’m all alone. The restaurant is gone. I’m weightless, floating in total darkness, but it isn’t scary at all. I am waiting, and extremely aroused. And then I feel a warm hand moving between my legs. It’s amazing. I let out a deep sigh of relief and pleasure. The waitress was right, she is good. I open myself wider for the specialist, giving my needy body over to her very talented fingers.

She plays around and around in my hair so softly I can barely feel her touch. I smile and moan, and she parts my lips and strokes me there, spreading my wetness and rubbing my swollen clitoris until I am wriggling against her hand, desperate for her to press me harder. The pleasure flows around my whole body like electricity, lighting me up, making me burn brighter and brighter.

I am throbbing. She inserts just the tip of one finger and caresses my very liquid centre and it feels divine. Thirty seconds and I’m moving against her, huge waves of sexual ecstasy breaking over my taut body, demanding that I go under. She’s going to make me come any second, but I want her inside me. I need her to fill me and take me completely. In fact, I need a good, hard fuck. Her fingers nuzzle the edge of my hole, circling and teasing, darting and probing. "Please..." I am begging for it now and I don’t care. I like to beg my lovers. I need them to know what I need. "Oh god...fuck me...please!" I can hardly get the words out. I can’t wait. I move my own hand down urgently to pull hers in.

My brain comes awake as my fingers close around a wrist. I am suddenly aware that my own rapid breathing is not the only breathing I can hear. We both freeze in the blackness. Seconds pass. I am holding her hand between my legs. The initial shock subsides. I can’t stop this. I have to come. Besides, this reality is even more amazing than the dream! Which one of my hosts is it? I try to marshal my spiralling thoughts.

"I don’t know who that is," I murmur slowly, controlling the words, my breathing still fast and shallow, my body poised on the brink, twitching. My pulse is racing. "...and I don’t want to know." I pause. She doesn’t move. "As far as I’m concerned, I’m still asleep. And dreaming." I release my grip on the mystery hand. The silence and stillness in the room is absolute. I keep my eyes shut tight, turn my face away. Is she going to stay and play? "Oh don’t you dare stop now," I whisper, trying to push myself further onto her hesitating fingers.

That brings my secret lover back to life. A deep sigh comes out of me as she penetrates me slowly…so slowly, inching her way inside, right up to her knuckles, three fingers buried and her thumb resting on my slippery clit. I wish I could dream this dream every night. I moan as she presses inside against my G-spot and her other hand is suddenly clamped over my mouth, silencing me. I nod understanding and she removes it – there’s a choice of four, but they’d all be cheating. Whoever it is certainly doesn’t want her other half woken, or to be discovered having accidentally stuck her hand in the houseguest!

I grin a little in the dark, riding her fingers as quietly as I can although my heart is thundering against my ribs and the breath is leaving my throat in short, ragged gasps. She gives me another finger to play with, stretching my cunt wider, pressing against me. I raise my knees in response, arch my back, open myself for her. I feel my juices run down my crack and onto the sheet. The wet sounds of her screwing me seem disturbingly loud in the stillness.

But then she stops, just as I’m about to come. She snatches her hand away. I am nearly screaming when I hear the tiny metallic chink of a ring being removed and put on the coffee table. Thank fuck. She plunges back into me with four, but then I feel her thumb slide in too and then her hand is twisting and pushing and it feels impossible and painful but only for a second. My cunt surrenders to her knuckles and then she’s sliding in up to her wrist. Her other hand is already back over my mouth to smother the cry that she knew would come. Her fist feels beautiful and huge inside me and she moves it gently as I start to shake; working me, pushing me to the very limit of what I can stand, what I can take.

My body bucks and writhes for her, I’m fighting for breath under her hand. What’s happening in my body is magnificent and completely beyond my control now. My teeth are clenched tight as I explode in violent silence and the tears run down to my temples and into my ears. Oh god I love her. I love her more deeply and sincerely than anything or anyone else in the world, just for a second, and I don’t even know who she is. And then I’m completely gone. I shoot my load and flood her fist clamped tight inside me.

We stay like that, in position, locked together, for several minutes before she pulls out. It feels so bizarre having her whole hand come out of me, and I experience a strange sense of loss. My secret lover takes her other hand off my mouth slowly and strokes my hair tenderly, then I feel her turn away. She pulls a tissue from the box on the bookshelf and hands it to me, and then she leaves, creeping away through the blackness. She goes to the kitchen and I hear her wash her hands and get a glass of water, and then a bedroom door opens and closes with a quiet squeak and she’s vanished as mysteriously as she appeared. I glance at the video clock, beaming blue in the blackness. It says 04:04. Sleep comes within minutes. I’m exhausted.

The next morning I get up and make myself a cup of tea. No one else is up as I strip the soiled sheets from my bed and convert it back into an armchair. I sit down, my head spinning. It really wasn’t a dream. Or was it? No, my pussy says definitely no. And the sheet, unless I did that all by myself! And...from the corner of my eye I spy something glinting over on the coffee table. The ring she took off. So now I’ll know who it was! But do I really want to? Shit. I look away hurriedly. I don’t want to recognise it when I see it again on someone’s hand. I wrestle with the dilemma for a long time as I sip my drink. If she knew I knew who it was, would she do it again? Will she do it again anyway? Or would it make things horribly awkward for both of us? I decide discretion is the better part of valour. But how to return the ring? Eventually I go over and grab it with my eyes closed and take it to the bathroom. I shut my eyes again and deposit it on the side of the basin, by the soap.

A little while later the other girls start to surface. I keep my distance. I don’t want to see any of them or hear any talk until they’ve all been through the bathroom. I retire to the conservatory with a magazine and a cigarette. One by one I see them reappearing showered and clothed in the kitchen and then I rejoin them. Nobody seems any different. It’s as if it never happened. They all have their rings in place when we sit down together to a late breakfast. But it did happen, and two of us know that. We’re not letting on though. Not to each other, and not to anyone else. 

And that’s the way it’s stayed...

...It’s been a recurring dream.



A Choice



They stayed like this for a while, and she left some of her won marks on his back with her nails. She came twice more, just from him in her, and this time she remembered to thank him both times. He got close, and she played with her muscles to squeeze him. Just as he was starting to come again, he started to and with a yell he came, her following a moment behind him, squeezing him hard, both his cock and the rest of his body.

After a moment, he rolled over. 

"ah-hem. I believe you owe me another thank you." he said 

She laughed, rolled over to get closer to him, and lightly smacked his chest saying 

"thank you, sir" and gave him a kiss that she hoped expressed how much she loved him.