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A Day in the Life of...

By: SINsualTreasure



I suspected something was just not right. Chelle and Trish had been acting strangely for too long. Too me they seemed nervous and always had skittish eyes when they greeted me after work. They would kneel of course and it was almost impossible to detect in their demeanor but a Master knows his property and I knew something just wasn't right. I had determined that today would be the day I would figure it out, I had a plan and it was in full motion. The girls were told I would be working long into the morning hours but I had secretly taken the night off work. As usual, I suited up, grabbed my coffee cup and kissed each of the girls on my way out the door, saying a quiet prayer to myself, asking God to make it not true... 

They were good girls and I hated the thought that they were openly defying me. They had both been punished more than a week ago for talking back and showing contempt and disrespect towards my home. I knew they loved each other but it made no difference, compassion for one another didn't justify disrespect. Ten days was to be the time frame... they were not to speak to each other unless in my company, each would sleep on the floor but on opposite sides of my bed and with no covers. They had been issued writing assignments, which seldom had the required effect, so, I made one last condition for them to get back in my good graces, neither was to touch me or themselves for the full duration of the ten days. They were to stick to their chores and remain thoughtful throughout the day as to why it was so quiet in Master's house. 

I opened the door with apprehension only to have my heart sink down into my stomach. The house smelled of perfume and hairspray. That they had decided to play "Master" for themselves was pretty obvious, causing my anger to flare as I hung up my coat. I stood there breathing deeply, trying to anticipate what I would walk into.

Hearing some low level giggling upstairs I figured I was about to walk into my worst nightmare... I was not going to allow this to happen, not in my home. I was determined to control myself as I opened the closet to reach for my toy bag. This was going to be a whipping neither of these little bitches would ever forget, but I wouldn't maim them, I hoped I wouldn't maim them anyway... I cracked a grin when I looked in the closet and saw what I already half suspected, the little darlings had Daddies toy bag already. So, much for the not maiming idea... All I could think as I sat down on the sofa was that this was beyond what I was prepared to deal with, this level of dishonesty and disrespectfulness so shortly after the previous incident. 

"Girls, Get your asses down here now" I said in a very agitated voice. 

Seconds later they both emerged from the staircase, and wouldn't you just know it, they were all done up for each other, little school girl outfits with pig tails and hair ribbons. Quickly I had to make a decision. Which little girl would "die" first? Since I was unable to make a decision and feeling all swimmy headed from anger, I elected to not play favorites and just grabbed the closest one.

I jerked Trish forward while yelling at Michelle to kneel. Air burst from Trish's lungs as I pulled her over my lap. Making her wounded puppy noises was not going to buy her out of this was my only thought. 

"Why are you in trouble you little bitch? HUH, TELL ME!!! I think you know why, DON"T YOU!!!"

A loud crack followed as my hand landed on Trish, squarely on her perfect little ass. 

"PULL UP THAT SKIRT!" 

As I looked over at Michelle, I could see the look of panic, but luckily she was smart enough to not look up at me. 

"Your next!!" I explained rudely to Michelle as I pushed Trish's legs apart in full rage. 

Trish whimpered "pleeeease Maassster" as my hand fell again, on her bare ass, leaving a bright red handprint. 

"Weee will never do ittttt again." 

Tears started to flow from Michelle's eyes as her head lowered even further to the floor. Trish sniffled and bit her lip slightly as a flurry of handprints made their new home on her ass. She kicked her shoes in the air as I laid blow after blow on her cheeks and thighs. Grabbing hold of her pig tails and gripping them tight, I arched her back and stood her up. 

"You wanna lick this Michelle?" I screamed, "Then come here and do it!" 

I forced Trish's legs apart as Chelle inched forward, wiping the tears from her eyes. 

"NOW BITCH!!" was the only verbal encouragement I could think of. 

Pinching Trish's swollen clit, squeezing harder and harder was the only incentive Michelle needed. Each scream of agony Trish let out burned deeper into Chelle as she scurried over and opened her mouth, her little pink tongue darting out. Her sister was fighting tears as Michele placed her warm mouth over Trish's sore clit. 

"YOU BOTH THINK YOUR FUNNY don't you!!" 

I threw Trish, by her pigtails, toward the couch. 

"Sit down on the couch, now, because we are just getting started ladies." I walked upstairs for my toy bag and left Trish to struggle with the pain in her pussy while Michelle knelt on the floor still swallowing her sisters pussy flavor as it glistened on her mouth and face. 

Opening the door to the bedroom, I noticed that it was filled with the glow of all the many lit candles. My toys were neatly arranged and hanging from their proper hooks in the walls, the bed was neatly made and there, centered on the pillow was a white envelope addressed to Master. I slowly picked up the envelope, opening it with trembling fingers and read it out loud as I looked in amazement at how perfect the room appeared. 

"Master, we are sorry for our sins and we have learned our lesson. Our punishment ends tonight and we will try forever to not displease you again!!" 

As my brain started quickly going through dates that little voice in my head said "WELL then!!! Ooooops, I guess I have some explaining to do to my girls." I felt like a jerk as I walked down the stairs solemnly. My beautiful little pets had done all this for me. My house would have been beautiful and my daughters would have been welcoming me home in good fashion. Instead, I let my imagination get the best of me and now Trish will need a wig? Looking down at the clinging hair in my fingers and shaking it loose. Not to mention a swollen clit that won't shrink back down for 2 weeks. Michelle is sitting down there bawling her eyes out and maybe smacking her in the back of the head while her teeth were so close to Trish's pussy was a bit much. 

"Ladies... Its time to explain." I said as I lowered my head slightly. 

'It was her idea" Michelle said 

Confused I asked "Who's what's, Idea??" "She got your wallet I just took the credit card?" Credit card? I thought bewildered. 

"But Michelle broke the washing machine!!" exclaimed Trish. 

"Master she's lying; it was already broke and guess what??" 

"What Michelle?" I asked with a deep sigh.

"She was gonna turn in the same writing assignment that she did last month!! I told her not to Daddy!! Michelle explained all the while flashing me an angelic grin.

"Master, I didn't want to tell you this"... exclaimed Trish... "but Michelle put transmission fluid in the oil spout for you car. She made me promise not to tell but I can't lie to you. Michelle is bad!! Bad bad Bad!!!"

The minutes passed, and the name calling dwindled down and I heard the result of the last 10 days of punishment. As the room grew quiet I held their tiny faces in my hands and explained how much I loved them. I commanded they kiss and make up like good sisters do. Ya know, it often crosses my mind... I think they fight so I can make them kiss? Oh never mind... My house is back to normal... My credit cards are gone missing again and I have a list of 12 things to punish them both for. 

It's a workman's ethic that gets a Master through is my sincere thought as I squeeze Michelle's clit into Trish's mouth. Wigs are cheap < As I pull Michelle's hair again > Home sweet home... 

< Smile > 

A Day in the Life of...



I may not be as clean and wholesome as the gents in the Hilton or the Savoy, and my clients may not be so rich or well-dressed -- but I guarantee that I see things that they never see, well, hardly ever see, anyway. I certainly bet that more sperm is washed down my drains than in the Hilton gents, because although rich men undoubtedly wank just as much as, if not more than, the worse off, most of them seem to choose to do it in private and so if they do it in the gents, on the whole they jerk themselves off unseen to all in the cubicles. I've only got four stands but I can boast that for nearly half the time I'm open I can watch at least three erections being stroked at a time -- and at busy periods not only are there four, but several others are waiting their turn, some bulging inside trousers, others sticking out of unbuttoned flies, dripping precum.

Take today for example: within three minutes of Maisie unlocking the door I have three visitors. One is a genuine pisser and seems genuinely embarrassed when the other two place themselves either side of him, stare down at his stream of piss and start rubbing their pricks. By the time he has emptied his bladder he finds himself flanked by two throbbing erections and is unable to remain completely indifferent. As he shakes the final drops of urine from his circumcised prick his neighbours notice an appreciable change in the size of the innocent member as well as in the expression of the face of its owner. The more vigorously they rub their own erections the more upright the newcomer's stands. His right hand seems to be somewhat confused; to rub or not to rub? Oh, what a pity!! The willing spirit has got the better of the weak flesh and the now firm and damp erection is stuffed with some difficulty into the corduroy trousers and the frustrated man beats a hasty and somewhat guilty retreat with an obvious bulge in his trousers. The two regulars, old friends, have no intention of shedding their load yet. The day is still young and they intend to see a few more erections and perhaps wank a few of them before they leave.

Their lives, and the lives of many of the regular wankers has changed since Maisie has been in charge of the urinal. Her predecessor Sybil was a real puritan of a woman and had made lives very difficult for masturbators by her regular shouts of: "That's enough, you dirty old men!" "Off you go, it's time to clean up after you!" "This is a public urinal not a boys' public school!" and the like, which were usually followed up by her appearance through the door of her little office, clutching a mop with which she threatened the four or more men present who were obliged to hastily push their erections into their trousers. Maisie, however, takes a special pleasure in watching the goings-on in the urinal, male masturbation being her particular fetish. She has had a two-way mirror fitted in the door supposedly to enable her to check that the urinal is being used solely for its designed purpose. In fact it enables her to see clearly what is going on and masturbate freely and unseen on her side of the mirror.

But I digress. Another two men have come down the steps and joined the regulars. One is an old man with a limp, the other a poorly dressed but physically fit man of around thirty-five. Both pretend to urinate, while the two regulars continue to stroke their semi-erections. The old man looks along the line at the other three pricks and tries to coax his large but flaccid prick to stand up. He is unsuccessful, but appears to be enjoying himself. The younger man's prick stands up immediately and he starts to rub it vigorously. It is obvious why he has come. One of the regulars tries to take hold of the rock-hard erection but the young man resists his advances. He continues to rub, then his whole body starts to shake and a spurt of sperm dashes against my wall, followed by another. The masturbator shakes his prick, takes out a rather dirty handkerchief, wipes the final drips of cum off the end of his prick, which he tucks back into his trousers. He quickly zips up his flies and leaves. His place is taken by a well-dressed man in a beige raincoat. The other three relax their wanking, assuming the newcomer is a bona fide pisser. Of course they are wrong. He takes out his prick which is already in a semi-erect state and starts to wank, looking fixedly at the prick next to him. Herb, one of the regulars, puts his hand on the 'respectable' prick -- the raincoated man returns the compliment.

"The wash-basin?" says Herb.

"Yes," answers the raincoat.

The washbasin is situated just inside the door and supposedly out of view of the supervisor. In Sybil's day it was, as Sybil did her spying through an invisible hole that only gave her a view of the urinals. Thus the washbasin was the perfect place for mutual masturbation and blow-jobs, the only witnesses being those entering the urinal. It is now still the recognized place, but now the forbidden act is performed, unknown to the perpetrators, in full view of Maisie. Now, Herb skillfully masturbates the raincoated man to orgasm while he tries to do the same for Herb. The sperm splashes into the wash-basin, but Herb's prick remains in a semi-erect state. The satisfied visitor gives up, tucks away his still-dripping prick and beats a retreat.

For the next two hours the routine is much the same, though Herb and his mate Jim decide to retire. Neither has ejaculated, but each of them has masturbated three people and Herb has gone down on a young gypsy youth. They will be back later. Eleven o'clock heralds the start of 'rush-hour' when I have a steady flow of visitors, the four stands are permanently occupied and three or four are waiting their turn. The wash-basin receives a steady flow of sperm while the quartet at the stands is largely made up of semi-potent old men who get their kicks out of looking at other semi-erections. They take it in turns to vacate one stand in the hope that some potent wanker will ejaculate for them - and they are occasionally rewarded. Most of those waiting have their pricks out and Maisie has a field day and several orgasms. 

What's this? A complete newcomer to my wanking palace! He is a workman of some kind - he's wearing rather grubby blue overalls. There are only two others at the stands, and they are the two lucky ones. When the workman takes out his prick, neither they nor I can believe our eyes. It is huge! It almost reaches down to his knees. He has obviously been dying for a pee as he seems to have started pissing even before he frees his giant and the pee floods out for at least a minute. The pricks of the wankers either side of him stand up vertically and one of them ejaculates almost immediately. The workman obviously enjoys this and as soon as the final drips of piss leave his prick he starts to wave it about and play with it. It gradually stiffens and stands up, and although it is not much longer than it was when flaccid, it grows considerably thicker -- it would be difficult to imagine a pussy wide enough to take it! The workman spits on his hand to lubricate his monster and gets down to some serious wanking. He obviously loves to be watched and turns towards each of his neighbours in turn. The one who has ejaculated already gets another erection and all three are wanking like mad. Another two men come down the stairs, having seen plenty of movement through the door. Herb and Jim seem to have a feeling for the right moment! They both release already erect pricks and join in the party. Unknown to them, Maisie is furiously rubbing her clit the other side of the mirror, with two fingers of the other hand pushed deep into her damp pussy. Suddenly the workman leaves the urinal stand and goes over to the mirror to watch himself wanking. Maisie cannot believe her luck. After a minute or so of furious rubbing he goes right up to the mirror and ejaculates all over it. Maisie lets out a little scream as she orgasms. This did not seem to worry the workman, who strolls over to the washbasin and calmly washes his softening prick. The other three men have also ejaculated, but into the urinal, having been sent running by Maisie's scream. The workman turns towards them, waves his massive member at them by way of a farewell, tucks it into his overalls and leaves.

Herb and Jim are now not certain what to do. They have shed their load and so probably will not be able to get a hardon for some time. They decide to leave, as does the third man. This is the first time today I've been left alone. But not for long. It's now the end of the working day and for me the start of the second rush hour. A couple of genuine pissers come and they in turn attract a few wankers who have been waiting at the top of the steps. The two pissers refuse to be tempted by the semi-erections being waved at them, but the two wankers who replace them are, and a brief session of mutual wanking ensues. Then a rather strange man, probably around seventy arrives. He, and another younger man who comes in just after him, appear genuinely to want to pee, but have to wait for one of the wankers to go over to the washbasin. They then stand in front of me and undo their fly buttons. The younger man starts to pee but the old man just thrusts his groin forward in a pissing position -- without taking his prick out! He starts to pee and the piss streams down the inside of his trousers! He appears to be completely oblivious of his mistake! Eventually he buttons up his flies and leaves. Whether he is senile or a pee fetishist I shall never know. His behaviour has certainly turned on the younger man who is wanking himself like mad!

Now all the regular wankers are coming -- it seems that after a frustrating day in the office or wherever the best way to relax is to toss off in public. Some genuinely want to pee, but there is always at least one wanker and remarkably few of the pissers fail to be turned on by the sight of a throbbing prick next to him. Not all of them wank, but most of them get hardons. The wash basin is the place for mutual wanking and sometimes there are four at once. Sperm flies everywhere and Maisie is having a field day. She leaves work at five, but I remain open until seven, when Jack comes to lock up. Between five and seven is the time for evening 'dating'. Those who want to spend the evening with another man find a partner with no trouble at all between five and seven. Those with nowhere to go pair off in the cubicles -- and there is continual mutual masturbation and fellatio by the washbasin. Of course, Jack knows exactly what he will find when he arrives and, although he is married and considers himself 'normal', is not totally unmoved by the sight that greets him. He has a very friendly relationship with the evening wankers and from time to time will join them. He is turned on by pissing and when in the mood is prepared to give a couple of quid to the first person willing to wet himself on the spot. There is usually someone in need of a bit of cash, so he is rarely disappointed -- he openly wanks as he watches the piss soaking into the man's trousers and running all over the floor. 

At ten past seven everyone has to leave and Jack washes me down with a hose, getting rid of every drop of the day's piss and sperm. It's the saddest moment of the day as I know I'm in for a lonely night during which I can only fantasize about all the wanking that's going on in beds after lights out.

But tomorrow is another day...



A Day in the Life of a Good Girl



That morning I awoke in your arms to you still sound asleep... I gently get out of bed careful not to wake you, wearing only my collar and a very slutty thong you pick for me daily. After I brush my teeth, I go into the kitchen to start breakfast for us making only what you have requested the night before. When I am about done you come behind me and startle me as I had not expected you to wake up so soon. You put your arms around me and gently kiss my neck and say, "Good morning, my beautiful slave. Is breakfast almost done?" 

I reply, "Not quite, my master." 

"Good." You then start to rub your cock on my ass and dry hump me. This is turning both me and you on to no end, I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter. You then whisper in my ear, 

"Take your panties off now. I have something for you." 

I say, "Yes master," and slowly slide my panties down my ass then legs. I stand there naked before you then all the sudden you grab my shoulders and ram your cock in my pussy. I bit my lip to keep from crying out in complete pain. You continue to slide your long, hard cock in and out of my dripping wet cunt. I feel as though I am going to cum and I beg for release. 

"Does my slave wish to cum?" I reply "YES master! May I cum?" You don't answer for a few minutes and just continue to fuck my tight pussy then finally you yell "CUM NOW!!" And I do. You feel my pussy contract and throb as my juices surround your cock. 

You then you pull out and command me to turn around and get on my knees. I do this immediately and when I am there you stick your cock on my mouth so I can taste myself. I suck you off for a few then without warning; you shot a massive load down my throat. The taste of you and me mixed together is indescribable. When you are done you tell me to stand up. You then kiss my forehead and walk away presumably to get ready for your day. When breakfast is done, I set the table for us and serve you first then me and we sit and talk at lengths about various different things. It always seems like we never run out of things to say to one another as I am very good at never letting the conversation die, you never did like that too much (I know you hate being bored especially when talking to someone). 

When you are done eating you tell me you are going to go work on a few things for work and leave me to clean up. I love the servitude you expect from me. I comply immediately and start to clear the table, wash all the dishes, put them away, wipe the table, and then I go to our bedroom to make our bed. After I've made sure all my chores are done up to this point I decide to get on the computer to catch up with friends. After 10 minutes I receive a message from you telling me to grab the keys to my cage and bring them to you immediately. "Oh no," I say to myself. I have several thoughts running through my head as I apprehensively log off and get up to get the keys. I go into the dungeon you have set up (basically a spare room that is well equipped with various torture devices). I have my head down, which is as it should be whenever you give me a task to do. My hand shaking, I slowly hand the key to you. 

You then pat me on the head and say, "Good girl, you know what to do... get in your cage. NOW!" I heed your command and while I am climbing in I feel a sharp slap on my ass. I let out a small whimper. As degrading as this is, I am so aroused and I can feel the wetness of my pussy. I long to feel your huge cock inside of me, pounding me roughly like you do when I turn you on immensely. When I am in, you shut the door and our eyes meet for a short moment then you walk out of the room and I hear your foot steps recede, the front door open then close and you were gone...

After what seemed like an eternity, but may very well have been only an hour or two, I hear the front door shut and after a few moments I see you walk in and I don't think I can be any happier to see you. You calmly unlock the door to the cage and walk to the other side of the room. You say, "Come to me my slaveslut, on your hands and knees. DON'T look up and DON'T you dare say a word or you will pay." I do as you say (as if I had a choice in the matter) and when I arrive at your feet you pat my head and say, "Good girl, now turn around. I have something for you." On overwhelming sense of pride and terror grips me as I turn around... You tell me to get into "present" pose, which is me on my knees with my hands on my legs. You pat my head and say, "Good, now put your hands behind your back." I then put my arms in an arm binder and I feel my heart sink. Not having control of my arms is exhilarating as you have full and complete control over me and I really couldn't do anything about it even if I tried. 

It is at this point that I want you completely. I want to beg for you but you have instructed me not to speak and I'm afraid of what would happen if I did. After the arm binder is fastened securely you tell me, "It is now time to worship all of me and my cock, and with that arm binder on this will be an interesting sight." I nod my head up and down and you say, "Good girl." You slowly undress in front of me. Your huge cock is as hard as ever right now. After you are done undressing you lay down on the bed and pulled me down to the side of you. I start to slowly and gently kiss your face, your lips and your neck. I work my way down your arms, then your chest and stomach. I pass over your cock for now making sure to make it down both of your legs.

After I have worshiped all of your body, you grab my hair and pull me up so I am level with your cock. After years of practice and dedication, I am now able to stick all of you down my throat with ease. I start to lick your head and all along your shaft, real wet and slobbery like I know you've always loved. You still have your hand wrapped in my hair and you say, "You're such a good little slaveslut." I can taste your precum and I long for more. You continue to fuck my mouth until you tell me to give your balls some attention. I do this and play with each one diligently, lapping at each with my tongue. I look up at you to see your eyes are nearly rolled to the back of your head with and an overwhelming sense of happiness and accomplishment comes over me. I live to give you, my master, the pleasure you want.

After a few minutes you speak; "You've been such a good girl, but it is time to torture you." I feel my heart drop in to my stomach almost. You grab me by my hair to pull me closer still to you. You remove the arm binder and pull me to the corner of the room. "Put your arms above your head, my pet." I do this and I feel you cuff me in place so I am suspended with my toes barely touching the ground. After this, you put a ball gag on me so I can't so much as mutter a word. So many thoughts are racing through my head I can't even keep up with them and I have no clue what you have in store for me. You roughly take my panties off and reach for the whip. You then start to work on me, at first fairly soft then getting harder and harder with each stroke. You notice a tear run down my cheek and you intercept it with your finger and place it in your mouth to taste. You put the whip down briefly and got two nipple clamps from a drawer. I wanted to beg you not to use them as my nipples were still sore from the last time they were used, but the ball gag made that impossible, additionally, if I even so much as thought about objecting, it infuriated you greatly. 

You start to walk back over to me and I become very nervous and you sense this. You kiss my forehead to relieve any uneasiness and slowly start to clamp my nipples. With each clamp I feel a pain course through my body. I want to whimper, bite my lip, hold on to something, but I have absolutely no way to. You then grab a candle off the table and lit it and let it sit there to allow the wax to melt. While you are waiting you continue to whip me. I really can't believe how much pain I am in, but the pain is turning me on greatly. I am so dripping wet I think I can feel it running down my leg, but between all the pain that I am being subjected to, I just don't know. Once the candle is good and hot, you start to pour some on my tits and ass; you enjoy the expressions on my face when I am in utter pain, I just know it turns you on to no end.

You put the candle down and slide your finger down my dripping wet pussy and ask, "Does my slave want her master?" I nod my head up and down very fast. You laugh and say, "You're so cute. That's my slave." You remove me from my suspension, graciously remove the nipple clamps, grab my arms, bend me over a table and hold me down. You then remove the ball gag. You stick two fingers in my pussy and then glide them over my mouth. "Taste yourself slave." I comply. I taste so good. 

You put the ball gag back on me as if you know I'm going to need it which worries me a bit. You start to lick at my pussy, drawing your tongue in and out, and then you play with my clit ever so gently. I feel as though I am about to cum but you know this (somehow you always do) and you stop. You allow me to compose myself then you stick just the head of your cock in. I don't think I could want you anymore than I do at this moment. You take it out then unexpectedly ram all of you in me, if only I could scream I certainly would have. You grab onto my shoulders for leverage and pound my poor, aching, tight pussy with incredibly hard thrusts. I hear you moan which is like music to my ears. You ask, "You like that my little slave?" I nod my head the best I can. You smack my ass and say, "Good girl." 

You then take your cock out and order me to get on the ground on my hands and knees and remove the ball gag yet again. I do this as quickly as possible and when I am on the ground you tell me to clean my juices of your prick. When it is perfectly clean and wet with saliva you come behind me, wrap my hair in your hand and slowly start to glide your cock into my ass. This hurts immensely as ass fuckings are few and far between as you want fucking my ass to feel like fucking my ass. 

You start off slow, but getting faster and harder with each thrust. I dig my fingernails into the carpet to ease the pain, although this doesn't do much good. I start to get loud when you smack my ass as hard as possible and tell me to shut up and if I so much as make another sound you will punish me severely, so bite my lip to keep from disobeying you. I feel so close to cumming and I know you can feel it and how wet I am getting. You pull your cock out and say, "Turn around slave and lick my cock clean again, taste how sweet your ass is." I do this and when I am done you pick me up and slam me against the wall. 

You roughly stick your cock inside and fuck me harder than you ever have before... I wonder what has gotten into you. Tears are just running down my face. I can feel your cock throb as though you are ready to explode. If it weren't for you telling me to shut up, I would have been begging you to allow me to cum. After a few minutes of fucking me against the wall you ask, "Is my slave ready for release?" 

I quickly nod my head up and down as if to say, "Oh yes Master. Please let me cum!" You then yell, "Cum my slaveslut, CUM NOW!!" It is in that moment I came hard... with full force, my clit and pussy throbbing; you can feel the grip around your cock. My entire body is shaking. 

You let me down and tell me to get on my knees. I do immediately and you shove your cock in my mouth and I start to suck you off. I hear you start to moan like you do when you are about to cum, you then took your cock out of my mouth and shot your cum all over my face and tits. You tell me to make sure I get all of it into my mouth, and I do. It is after all, the taste I had longed for. 

After I've made sure I haven't missed any, you picked me up. You kissed me on my forehead and you carried me to our bedroom where you laid me down gently. You lay next to me and held out your arm to hold me. When we are comfortable, you kissed me softly on my lips and said, "I love you so much, my beautiful slave. I'm very proud of you... such a good girl you are." 

I can only reply with a, "mmm... hmmm..." and we slowly start to drift to sleep.



A Day in the Life of a Nympho



Hi, my name is Cinnamon and I'm a natural born nymphomaniac. In my younger years, I felt real bad about it all. Being a female who isn't ashamed of her sexuality was like a bad thing. Of course, if a male openly made it known he was stickin anything that moved, he was the man. If I used men for my sexual pleasure, I'm a hoe. Fucked up huh? I finally had to come to grips with who I am, and what I like, sex. And I didn't care who knew.

When I was younger, I experimented a lot. I was most of the boys in my neighborhood's first. As I got older, I used sex as a weapon, cause I knew it can get you just about anywhere, get you anything. Now, at the age of twenty nine, it's all for my pleasure. I have a high sexual appetite, and I'm not afraid to please it anymore. If you're looking good to me, then I'm going for the opportunity. Anyone who comes in contact with me better watch out, cause you just might get fucked. Here's just a day of what I can be capable of. Many might say it's a damn shame I do the things I do. Women may think I'm the ultimate hoe, along with some men that pray for the day we meet. But in the end, they all wish they could have that sexual freedom just like me....

I wake up around five am. My pussy is wet and throbbing. Jason called and wanted to come spend the night, but I turned him down cause I was expecting Mark, whose plane got delayed, so I was left high and dry the whole night. I get out my vibrator and lay across my bed. My curtains are open as usual. I love the thought of someone passing by and catching a peek of me. I spread my pussy lips and insert my ten incher. I work my clit while working my pussy slow. I take my vibrator out and lick my juices off and reinsert it. Mmmm, I love the feeling of cumming. My body shakes and I get pissed at myself. That's only gonna make me want it more. I shower and get dressed for work.

During the drive to the office, I see many faces, many delicious bodies. I get lost in myself wondering what it would be like to be naked with this fine brotha I see standing outside of his car. He's tall and chocolate, I want to lick him like a popsicle. I get bumped out of my world at a car honking cause the light is green. Maybe later chocolate wonder. I pass by a construction site. I can see all those strong hands all over my body. I would do each and every one of those men. I would love to be surrounded by them, pawing my body, giving me pleasure. 

I make it to my office building. I work at a big accounting firm, so I try to keep a low key on my sexual behaviors at work, although, I have cum up on a few good lunch meetings. I have a message from Keisha. She's a newbie here and she needs to see me ASAP cause she's upset about an account she fucked up on. Damn, she is my one temptation I haven't overcome yet. 

She's around twenty four, her body is tight as hell. The sexual tension between us is thick, I see all of me in her. I've learned to keep everything strictly business when I'm working, I see she hasn't mastered that yet. I was waiting for an evening we decided to have drinks or something after work to make my move. I've been around enough bisexual woman to know she would never object having me lick her kitty.

I give her a call and let her know I'm in and she can come see me when she's free. I unbutton two buttons on my shirt. She's fuckin with me on the wrong day. She comes to the office with a frantic look on her face. She has on one of those Alley McBeal suits as usual, short fitting skirt that shows all those caramel legs and fits enough let me see the shape of those nice tits. 

"Is this gonna take long?" I asked.

"I'm not sure" she said to me.

"Lock the door" I said trying to act annoyed.

She sat and began to explain what was going on. 

"Do me a favor, look in that bottom drawer in that cabinet and get me the financials from last year on this company." I instructed her. I really wanted to see all that ass bent over but I got a much bigger surprise. As it turned out, she didn't have any panties on and her shaven pussy was glistening. 

I smiled to myself. Yeah, she's every bit of me a few years ago. Well, if she wants to play, she's gonna have to do it by my rules. I had actually discovered the whole mishap during the first few minutes of looking over the numbers, but I was enjoying Keisha's not so subtle come on's to me.

"Here they are" she said leaning over my desk enough for her full cleavage to be close enough for me to lick.

"Thank you" I said pretending not to notice. I could tell she was getting discouraged. I acted to scrutinize over the problem and got up. She was leaned back in the chair with her legs crossed.

"You like being naughty huh?" I whispered as I walked up behind her.

"What are you talking about?" She asked all too innocently.

"What made you think I would approve of your behavior?"

"Uh" she began clearing her throat. "I saw you in Frisco one night. You were coming from a sex shop with a woman. I saw the way you were with each other"

I thought about the night she was talking about. Me and one of my girl toys had to make a run to get some sex toys. "Hmmm, and you want a dip in the honey?"

"I've never actually been with a woman before. It's been a fantasy of mine for quite some time now." Her breathing was heavy now. I could smell her desire. I couldn't blame her. When I wanted something, I went for it. 

"Longing for the touch of a woman?" I asked, licking her neck. Her legs were now slightly parted. I brushed my finger tips over the outer part of her pussy lips. I could feel her quiver under my touch.

"Yes" she moaned out.

"Your wish is my command." I got one of my business cards and wrote my home number on the back. "Call me later on, and make sure you put your panties back on. I don't want you giving anyone else any surprise peeks." I smiled at her.

She had a disappointed look in her face. Obviously she thought it was gonna go down right here in my office. Please

"OK" was all she could mutter as she exited.

I was gonna have a good night, but how am I gonna get through this day? My phone rang.... 

"Cinnamon Smith" I answered.

"Is it too late for me to get a taste?" was Mark's reply.

"Never for you sweetie."

"I'm at the Marriott down the street from you. Meet me for lunch"

"Sure" I said. He always came through right on time. I got his room number and I was on my way.

The door was already unlocked, so there was no need to knock. I heard the shower going. I quietly slipped in and undressed so I could begin lunch.

His body looked too good under the water. I got in behind him and began kissing his back.

"I missed you too" he said.

He turned around and kissed me, let his fingers find their way to my clit and began stroking it. I found his already hard dick and begin to return the favor. I kissed down to his chest til I made it to his dangling balls. I took them both in my mouth while I sucked lightly. He began to moan lightly.

I took the head of his dick in my mouth and began sucking on it as I fondled his balls. I felt his orgasm building up so I grabbed his ass and began pumping his dick in my face. 

"Oh shit" he let out. His load shot deep in my throat.

"I think you're clean now" I said as I led him from the shower.

We got to the bed and I got on top of him. I never wasted any time. I massaged my clit as I rode his dick.

"Cum for me baby" He whispered

"Not yet" I got up so he could enter me from the back. He fucked me hard and deep til I was damn near climbing the walls.

"Fuck me daddy"

He pulled out and began to eat my pussy. "I said I wanted you to cum" He clever tongue skills made it hard for me to deny him. With him sucking and licking my clit, along with fucking my hole with his tongue, made me explode. He turned me over and put my legs up on his shoulders to get the maximum penetration. My pussy walls were still pulsating from cumming, and were gripping his dick.

"Damn, this pussy is so good" Soon after that, he unloaded inside me.

"I know you gotta get back to work, can we hook up later?" he asked

"Sorry, got plans" I said.

"Well, if things change"

"I know, I'll give you a call" I said as I got up to clean the sex from me. Good thing my hair was braided.

I went back to work totally not feeling it at all. It was already three so I decided to take off early. I went home to change from the office attire to the 'fuck me' attire. I put on a mini with slits up the side and a halter top with much cleavage. I loved my 38d's probably more than men did.

I went to the mall. I walked past the shoe store and saw an absolutely gorgeous man. I walked in.

"Can I help you?" He asked looking me up and down.

"I hope so" I said licking my lips. "I'm looking for some pumps, red. What do you have for me?"

"I think I have something that will be to your liking." He disappeared and came back with a box. Terrence, as the name tag read, kneeled in front of me and removed my sandal. He pulled out one shoe and put it on. It was about a six inch heel that laced up the legs. I parted my legs a bit so he could get a peek at my pussy. (I told you Keisha reminded me of myself). I heard a gasp from him as he tried to remain normal. He put the other shoe on and I got up to walk around. I bent over, touching my legs so I could show him my ass. I caught a glance of his rising dick through the mirror.

I sat back down and deliberately had my legs open.

"Is my pussy pretty to you?" I asked.

"Wh..What" he stammered.

"Wanna taste it?" He had a look on his face I couldn't quite read. "Go ahead, I won't tell, if you don't"

It was like he was in a trance, he kissed my legs up to my thighs and buried his face. I held on to his bald head until I came.

"I'll take these shoes." I said bringing him back to reality.

"Uh, ok" he said with my juices all over his face.

To bad for him someone else began to wonder in. 

I got my shoes and left. I walked in and out of stores, bending over enough for my ass cheeks to hang out, giving multiple people free peeks at my scrumptious ass. I heard grunts of disgust as well as awes of approval. People just didn't know what to do with my ass.

I went back home to await my call. I ended up dozing off and woke up at almost nine. Guess she got scared. My Friday night wasn't gonna be a total lost. I put on a short black strapless dress with my new shoes I purchased earlier (I got a black pair as well) I went to San Francisco to see what kind of trouble I could get into. On the way, my cell phone rang.

"Hello"

"Hi Cinnamon, it's Keisha. Is it too late?"

"Naw, where do you live?" I asked her.

"Near downtown Frisco" I figured it if she saw me.

"Meet me at that club down the street from the shop you saw me at" She got quiet. It was a mixed kind of scene, but gay people went there a lot.

"OK" she said uneasily.

When I entered the club, I saw a few people I got together with from time to time.

"Hey Cin, come on over to our table" Daryl said.

I went over to join him and his wife, and couple other people.

"What made your fine ass come out tonight?" Daryl asked rubbing my leg under the table.

"Just chillin"

"When you gonna come play with us again?" Jasmine asked kissing me.

I saw Keisha walk through the door. "She here for you?"

"Yeah, be easy on her, she's a new bootie"

I got up and waved Keisha over to the table. "What you drinking on?"

"Long Island" Daryl went over to order our drinks.

I introduced her to Jasmine and the rest of the group.

She had on a dress similar to mine. "You are looking good enough to eat" Tiffany said to Keisha.

"Umm Thank you" 

"Girl, you got to loosen up"

Daryl cam back with the drinks. "Think maybe we can have some fun tonight? Show the ropes to your friend here?"

"I don't think she's ready for that"

Keisha drunk her drink fast. "Order another round while we go dance" I said.

I led her to the dance floor. A slow song was on and I pulled her close and began to grind on her. Her drink had loosened her a bit, but not enough.

"What are you scared of?" I asked.

"I don't know." I kissed her 

"You liked that?" 

"Yeah"

"Then chill and let it all come natural to you" I reached under her dress, good, no panties. I slipped my finger in her hot slit. I took it out and licked it. "Mmmm. Let's go get that other round of drinks."

I had a plan in action. I liked kicking it with Daryl and Jasmine. They were freaky as hell, and Daryl could lay pipe like a mutha. I didn't want to get all worked up and still have to teach her. If I could get this hooked up like I wanted to, me and Jasmine could show her some things and Daryl could dick us all down. None of the others though, she was definitely not ready for that... 

I leaned over to tell Jasmine my plan as I let her lick Keisha's juices from my finger. She in turn told Daryl and we were set. We ordered a few more rounds and we all could see she was ready. Daryl and Jasmine took her out on the dance floor and felt her up.

"Look, I don't think I can handle driving over the bridge. I'm gonna crash at Jasmine's and Daryl's, you down?" I was testing how bad she wanted it.

"Yeah" she said with no problem.

We were off. In the car, I let my finger find her hole once more and felt her wetness. She had a nice fat clit. "I'm gonna have fun sucking on that"

She reached over and touched my nipple.

"We're here" I said.

We got out of the car and went in the house. I don't know who wanted her more of the three of us. She had no idea what she was stepping into.

Soon as we stepped in, I was on her. I kissed her and pulled her dress down so it could hit the floor. I sucked her nipples and rubbed her slit.

Jasmine came behind me and began kissing my back as she let my dress fall to the floor. I kissed down to her stomach and felt her body quiver once more. I buried my head between her legs. She must have wanted it more than she thought cause she came instantly, her knees buckling.

"Damn girl, hold on" I said laughing.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, we got all night"

Daryl came out naked as I figured he would, dick hard as hell.

"Who's first?" Keisha's eyes got big.

"I have a boyfriend."

"Nothing will happen that you don't want" I assured her.

I let Jasmine take over with her while I went over to Daryl and began sucking his long dick.

"I always let too much time go by. I don't know how I let Jasmine keep all this to herself."

He bent me over a couch and began fuckin me. I looked over and saw Jasmine sucking away at Keisha's clit. She looked over at me.

"I want to taste you Cinnamon" she said.

"Sorry Daryl, you gotta go stick your wife for a while." I said getting off his dick.

"Aww, and the fun was just starting."

I walked over to her and got ready to sit my pussy over her lovely red lips. "You sure you ready?"

"Yeah" I sat on her face. She played around with my pussy with her tongue. She parted my lips with her fingers and devoured me.

After she made me cum all over her face, we all took turns fuckin each other til we passed out. 

All this on a Friday, wonder what Saturday holds in store for me?????



A Day in the Life of a Rock Queen



June, 1968, I was tagging along on The Doors' first European tour as the unofficial Mrs. Jim Morrison. Due to my dislike of the rest of the band I spent a lot of time inside fancy hotel rooms while Jim was out around town with this girl or that drug lord. But I didn't mind. I had my own activities to keep me busy. I knew he loved me. All else was harmless bullshit. Till he came home, that is.

The second he walked in the door I could smell the whiskey on him. It was his trademark scent. Booze and cigarettes. Perhaps that is why it made me so hot. The look on his face, however, told me that we were going to argue long before we got around to making up. "What's up, Pam? Your dope dealer not coming today?" He asked, slurring every other fucking word.

Although I had no intentions on using drugs that day his attitude pissed me off enough to make me retort, "Oh yeah. He's just running late. Speaking of late, Morrison, who kept you out all night?"

If there was one thing he hated more than all else it was for me to ask about what he did when he wasn't with me. I knew that. Just to be a bitch I pushed the two buttons that would anger him most. Just as I suspected I was rewarded with a blood chilling glare. Awww...how dangerous is the temper of a rock star! "It fucking smells like sex in here, Pam. Who kept you company while I was outlast night?"

Never one to tolerate my old man's prima donna bullshit, I said casually, "I didn't get his name. He was hung like a horse, though. It was a nice change, ya know?"

It took maybe all of five seconds for Jim to move from the door to where I sat in his sweatshirt and a pair of French panties on the bed. Before I could think to fight him off, he had my wrists clutched tightly in his grip. One look at his eyes told me that this time he was out for blood. Trying not to sound scared I said in a laughing tone, "Cute, Morrison, now get the fuck off me."

This produced a cold chuckle from him as he used his body weight to knock me down into the bed. "Yeah fucking right, Pamela. You spend all night fucking some ass hole junk dealer and you think you're gonna tell me to get off of you?"

I could see it all over his face. He looked wild, crazy, like the angry rock god about to strike me dead. I had really done it this time. With one hand he held tight to my wrists while he used his other hand to reach under the sweatshirt. "You're wearing a bra. There's a fucking shock. Bad news for you, though."

What the hell did he mean by that? With his free hand he moved quickly to unsnap my bra and then he slipped it off with ease, one arm at a time. It was then that I realized what he meant to do. Using the bra he quickly tied my hands together above me head, lacing the fabric like an expert around the brass head board. "Ok, Jim, enough's enough. I'm sorry, alright. There was really no one here last night. If there was, would I have a bra on?" I asked, telling the truth for the first time since he walked in.

The slap he delivered to my now bare left tit told me he didn't believe a goddamned word of it. "Hey Pam, did your parents ever whip your ass when you were a kid?"

What the fuck? "Jim..."

"Didn't think so." He said calm as a saint. My eyes grew wide as he raised up until he was on his knees and removed that large belt that became as popular as his brilliant leather pants. Before I could get a protest out he flipped me over on my stomach, cutting off nearly all circulation to my wrists and hands, and began to hit my ass with the belt. Deciding that I wasn't worthy of the little protection that the flimsy panties had provided me he then decided to strip those off before beginning again.

God, I was so fucking wet and ready! The waiting, at that moment, seemed far worse than the spanking. "You're trembling, Pam. I'm guessing you're smack dealer never tried this, huh?" "Jim, untie me. I get it, you're pissed off. Just let me go." I pleaded. I knew I could fuck him a lot quicker if I had my hands free to tease him with.

Again, there came that cold laughter. "Not this time, bitch. You know, there are so many things that I could do to your ass right now. Just thinking about it makes my dick hard."

His threat was not amusing. This was the man who sang Back Door Man every night to thousands of people, after all. "Jesus Christ, Jim! That's not fucking funny!" I said in the middle of yet another hard whack.

"I aint laughing, mama." He replied cruelly, tracing a finger from a steaming hot welt down to the crack of my ass. Without warning he shoved his finger into my very virgin ass. It felt hard and unforgiving as he moved it. Then, just as quick as he inserted it, he pulled it out. "No baby, I'll save that for another lesson." I sighed in genuine relief as he flipped me over so that I was once again lying flat on my back and still at his mercy. The fire between my legs grew to a boiling point when I looked at him. His gray-blue eyes were alight with passion, his bare chest (when had he taken off his shirt?)was hard and gleaming...My God, he was beautiful. And I loved him. That was my mistake. "So, you missing last night's fuck now?" He asked.

I said nothing. There honestly had been no man and one look at Jim would've erased him from my mind if there had been. But pride and left over anger kept me from saying so. Suddenly I was jolted by the unfamiliar feeling of his hand slapping my wet cunt. "What did you say, honey? I didn't catch that." "I said there was no fucking man!" I spat out, only to be slapped again. The stinging was damn near unbearable. He still didn't believe me.

"It's too late for lies now." A third, far harsher smack landed directly on my clit causing me to scream in pain.

"Morrison, why the fuck would I lie to you now?"

Thankfully he didn't respond to this with another blow to my cunt. No, he really seemed to be thinking my question through. Finally he said, "Well, then this is for not telling me the truth to begin with."

I gasped when he shoved three fingers inside of my cunt. What the hell was he doing? Barely a few seconds had passed before he added a fourth. I had never felt so full. Never so vulnerable. And then I got it. He was going to fist me.

"Jim...no...owwww......." I'm sure I screamed out a long line of obscene and unintelligible things. I felt torn in half for fuck's sake. He buried half his arm into my pussy. Just when I thought I would die or pass out, he tore his fist out of me. Once again, there was no warning or explanation.

"Now, do you want my cock, baby?" He asked softly.

Looking up at him I realized that the madness was gone. Just like that he was once again Jimmy, the man I loved, the man few people ever saw.

Although my pussy was sore, to say the least, I needed that finale release. "Of course I do." I replied in a hoarse whisper.

My heart pounded as he stripped off his famous black leather pants. Every time he fucked me I was as excited as I had been the first time. He kissed me as he entered me, soft and gentle. It, too, was void of all the anger. I knew he couldn't last for long. Not after everything he had just put me through. The power had him harder than he'd ever been.

Jim quickly switched from slow, easy strokes to hard, deep, thrusts. When I knew I couldn't hold it anymore I smiled and we came together, the electric rock god and his (emotionally) faithful queen.

Standing up to put on his clothes I saw his unforgettable smile, the one that meant he was up to something. What more could he have up his sleeve? Waiting for him to untie me I was shocked to watch him walk to the door and turn the handle. "I'll be back later, baby. You just get some rest, think about what you learned today, ya know?"

"Jim!" I yelled, unable to believe that he really intended to leave me tied up to a hotel bed wearing nothing but a sweatshirt.

His smile was one of great satisfaction as he said playfully, "Love my girl." before shutting the door.



A Day In The Life Of A Sex Addict



"So what are you going to do this morning to keep from foundling yourself and jacking off?" I sputtered into my coffee. My SLA sponsor didn't fuck around. "Well good morning to you too."

"Well, answer the question." His voice wasn't quite a harsh.

"I'm not going to look at porn on my phone."

"Good answer. What about after work?"

"I'm going to go straight home and not stop off at the nude bar, or drive around to the part of town the hookers hang out."

"Good. I think getting arrested for getting a hooker is less severe than getting popped for jacking off in your car. And when you are home?"

"Cook dinner and watch network TV till I go to bed."

"Good, you just might get a whole day without jacking off."

Going 24 hours without jacking off would be a miracle. But I have done it once or twice before so I knew I could do it. And then I had this silly thought. A thought I knew was never going to happen, it hadn't in the last 47 years of my life so the chances of it happening today was slim or none but I just had to ask, "So if some woman walks up to me and says I need you to fuck me, I can do that?"

He laughed before answering, "Absolutely, this isn't about NOT having sex it is about not masturbating and keeping your hands off your cock. I give you permission to fuck any girl or woman who comes up to you and flirts with you and gives you permission to fuck her."

"Cool, thanks." We chuckled as we hung up the phone. And surprisingly I felt no need to masturbate, at least not during the 25 minute drive to the office, nor the first few minutes there. Not until I had to talk to the office assistant. It seems that the regular office assistant had called in sick and the woman the temp agency sent to fill in had not read the memo on proper office attire. She was wearing an off the shoulder scoop neck blouse which in and of its self wouldn't have been bad except it was a size to small and she was what the porn sites would call voluptuous. The blouse covered the sides of her tits and none of their top. I could see all of them all the way to middle of her dark areola. I swear I even saw her nipples harden and start rubbing against the lip of her bra. I couldn't help it they were out there for everyone to see.

Looking at her tits made my cock hard, but then she stood up and moved so her back was toward me. Oh My Gawd, her slacks were painted on. The seam down her back lifted and separated her ass cheeks then when she turned toward me the seam continued up her front doing the same to her very obvious and large pussy lips. I had to turn and walk away I just knew I was going to stain my pants. Once back in my cubical my cock and I began to calm down until she called with the answer to my original question.

We have video phones and she either didn't know it or didn't care for when I looked at my phone all I saw where her massive mammaries. The phone was looking right at them. She hung up quickly but that really didn't help because she had asked to come to my cubical. It is small and I wasn't sure how I was going to squeeze into her, I mean how we were both going to fit, but we did. It was like her pants, tight. I sat at my computer and she stood behind me with those tantalizing tits resting on my shoulder. It didn't help the perfume she was wearing was the one called Intimate Fantasy. And I swear she moved or turned more than she needed to just to mess with me because every time she did her tits would hit my face. But I was good, as much as I wanted to pull that top down and suck on them; as much as I wanted to whip it out and cum on them, I didn't.

I did have to go to the bathroom as soon as she left to splash cold water on my face. I thought about splashing cold water on my cock but I knew that if I pulled it out I was going to pull it for all I was worth and I told myself I wasn't going to do that today.

I guess it just wasn't my day for as I walked back to my cubical everywhere I looked the women seemed to be wearing something sexy. Their blouses were either very tight showing off the shape, large, small and in between or low cut showing cleavage, a little, a lot and everything in between. Regardless the next few hours went by without me thinking too much about sex, maybe once a minute. Then as I was walking to the lunch room one of the new account analyst asks me to come into her cubical to review some data. And again I didn't know if it was me or if all the women had just decided to dress sexy today. She was petit as the temp office assistant wasn't but to me that doesn't matter. She is a woman meaning she has tits and a pussy. And today she was showing them off. The dress she had on was designed with buttons up the front and in this case buttons that were mostly not buttoned. 

The top four buttons were undone, and being petite with small breast I guess she felt it was OK not to wear a bra for where I was standing, behind her, supposedly looking at her computer screen, I could see all of them. They were perky little things sticking straight out with pinkish areola and large puffy nipples that were a much bigger part of her tits than those of the office assistants. But what I had noticed first when she had called me in was how much of her long legs and well-rounded thighs were visible. She had the bottom five buttons of the dress undone allowing the dress to ride up high on her thin but shapely legs. I followed them as far as I could from her nicely curved knees, next to each other, then farther up as her thighs separated opening up an inviting darkness that was protected by a button that was not unbuttoned but was straining for she did have ample hips. 

It took me a second, a long second to pull my eyes off that sixth button, it was right above her crotch and as I did I was afraid for a moment she would be upset with me being so obvious. But she hadn't noticed she was busy discussing what she wanted me to look at. It was a difficult durative proposal and I had to really think about how she had it worked out. Which was a good thing because a few minutes later when she turned her chair around to ask me what I thought my hard on had gone down or she would have eaten it for lunch. 

I ate lunch in my cubical reading depressing news trying to keep my mind off of all of the tit I had seen so far today. Later as the end of the work day grew closer and closer I was beginning to feel very confident that I could make it. I even thought, good thing I haven't seen any pussy, the flashes of tit was hard – fuck did I really say that-enough. I probably would have cum in my pants if they would have flash pussy at me. But that thought was banished when my wing-nut motor-head of a boss came by to show me something on his phone.

"I saw this," he said barging into my cubical, "and immediately thought of you. No one else in here would appreciate it the way we do." That was a slightly veiled reference to Bruce the only other male who worked in the office and the boss's paranoia that he was gay. He probably was but I really didn't care the way the boss did.

He pushes the phone in my face jabbing the VCR button in the middle of it. The video is one of those GIFs of a scantily clad girl sliding up and down on a very large pipe wrench. The camera moves in closer and closer. It shows her bulbous minimally covered tits bouncing up and down before it pans down to her fully exposed bald pussy with her pussy lips wrapped around the six inch wide handle of the pipe wrench.

I couldn't help but think of my cock as I watched the video. The sounds of her moans and the slap and slurp of the pussy lips sliding up and down that wrench made it as ridged as that pipe and I leaked a little cum. A bit more leaked when my boss took the phone away and pounded me on the back forcing my hard cock into the seat of my chair. Two hours later when work was done for the day I don't believe I have ever been happier. I spent the last few minutes of work in the bathroom not so much as I had to go but because I had gotten there without the new analyst seeing me. And now, since the back door of the office is next to the bathroom I can leave the office without seeing the office assistant or the new analyst.

Most days I feel fortunate to work close to home and not have to take the freeway but not today. The office is on the west side of Sepulveda in the South Bay area of Los Angeles which means the easiest way to drive home is by the beach. And today was a perfect warm spring day. That must be why the women were wearing what they wearing, spring time. The women I saw coming home were wearing less or more revealing clothes than the women in the office. The good news was that I was in my car and traffic wouldn't let me stop and masturbate. The bad news, since I'm trying to not jack off, is that they are wearing less or more revealing clothes than the women in the office. But then I have always enjoyed seeing the female figure, clothed or not, so I guess there isn't any bad news.

I was lucky that there was no place to park and traffic was moving slow when a group of girls jogged by. They were wearing only small sports bra's that bounce as they run, and boy shorts that are too short for them. I only got a quick glimpse of their tight nicely tanned ass cheeks with the boy shorts riding up the crack of their ass but it was enough for we to enjoy watching as their cheeks bounced in anti-rhythm to their tits. They were jogging down the green area that acts as a median between traffic lanes in the same direction as I was driving. 

But that was nothing compared to what happed a few minutes later as I was stopped at a light. I was next to the crosswalk and nearly came in my jeans right there. A group of people were crossing the street when two young ladies separated from the group by stopping in the middle of the crosswalk. They were standing sideways to traffic and began kissing which caused this one who was overly endowed wearing a very small bikini top have a wardrobe malfunction: her tits popped out. They broke off the kiss laughing and holding on to each other crab walking the rest of the way across the street doing a poor job of hiding her tits. But then just before they reached the curb the one who's tits had popped out pulls up the short skirt of her protective friend mooning the stopped traffic. At least I think it was a moon. She may have had on a thong but with an ass as full and round as that one, who cared. I'm not sure how long the light had been green because no one moved until someone way in the back who hadn't seen the peep show honked.

I was so dazed by the various displays of female body parts that I had seen throughout the day that I did not see the young lady standing next to the mail boxes in the foyer of my apartment building until she spoke.

"Hi, I just moved in today and, I hope you live here, because I need a big favor." She said it really fast and it took me a moment to take it all in. I saw her drop her eyes and look at her feet, her long auburn hair hanging down hiding her face.

I did the same and they were very nice feet with manicured toes with each toenail painted a different color in a pair of comfortable looking flip flops. I followed up her feet by looking at her ankles, shapely, then her legs and thighs agreeably full but, still not seeing any clothes. Then where legs become protectors of virtue I saw some short sport shorts fitting low over generous hips that accented a marginally narrower waist leading up to an again unclothes and nicely tanned abdomen.

As my eyes traveled up her belly I saw her long hair moving up and I realized she was checking me out as I was her. Not sure what she would think of me, and not wanting her to change her mind about asking for help I hurried up past her modestly covered, with a tube top, and modestly sized tits to her oval face with sparkling eyes and open smile.

"Ask away, I do live here," giving her what I hoped was my best your wish is my command smile. 

"Oh good. But now I'm embarrassed because I did something not very smart. You see I have locked myself out of my apartment and I was hoping you would be able to help me get back in." She stepped closer and touched my arm.

I took her hand in mine, smiled and looked into her eyes, "I've done that once or twice, no problem. Lead me to your apartment." I started to say something like, that came out wrong but since she was still holding my hand and leading me toward the back of the building. I went with it. I went with it because it seemed so natural the two of us walking and holding hands that I didn't think of sex until she stopped and our hands bumped into our legs.

This apartment building is an oasis in the concrete jungle that built up around it at the end of a long cul-de-sac. It is small two stories with only 48 apartments compared to the multi-story mega complexes that have tried to over shadow it. It had been built many years before and designed with an open court yard filled with a large variety of blooming bushes, flowering plants and many different types of palm trees. 

We had walked the length of the cortyard. My apartment, number 100, was at the front of the building just past the security gate and to the left of the covered but open air foyer that lead into the courtyard. Her apartment was at the back with a small planter in front of her front room window. "Apartment 112." She looked at me and smiled. 

I wasn't sure why but I couldn't help it, I smiled back. "I think I left the window cracked open but I can't seem to get the screen off. And then if the window isn't open I'm not sure what we'll do."

I liked the way she said we. "We'll come up with something. Let me take a look." I replied as she leaned into me squeezing my arm. I looked into those gorgeous green eyes and it felt like those modest size tits grew two sizes. I squeezed her arm back and for a second I could have sworn she offered her cheek for me to kiss but with my history of miss reading signals I didn't. I let go and walked up to the window hoping that I looked like I knew what I was going to do because I really didn't have a clue. I looked back at her and smiled.

"When I saw you come in I just knew you were the right one to help me." She said watching him walk up to her apartment and something about it felt so normal to her, like she had watched him do this countless times before. She shivered getting a warm feeling. A feeling she had told herself that she wasn't going to give into today. He looked back at her and smiled, she smiled back at him. I'm so glad I waited. That first guy was a jerk. About an hour earlier, when she had just realized she had locked herself out, she heard someone coming down the stairs from the second floor apartments. He was looking at his phone and when she started to say something he put it up to his ear and kept walking.

This guy just seems nice. And how he fills out that suit isn't too bad either; Broad shoulders, nice hips that look like I could wrap my legs around, a cute ass. She felt the warm feeling return, her hand moved unconsciously. Stop that, she told herself smiling.

I leaned over the planter the previous tenant must have had a brown thumb because all the plants were dead. As I had hoped the screen was the same as on my window meaning that I could remove it and if the window its self is open I can get in. I pushed up on the top part of the screen and the bottom popped out. I had a moment of panic because it looked like the window wasn't open but when I pushed on the glass it slid and I was in.

"Oh thank you, thank you." She said walking quickly up behind me. Focusing at the job at hand, squeezing through a small window, I take my jacket off, turn and hand it to her. She stops startled but takes it from me. We both pause before I turn back. I had the feeling she was about to hug and kiss me but stopped that when I gave her the jacket. That would have been nice. It has been a long time since I have been this close to someone who just might like me. I put that thought out of my mind. I step up and on the planter then turn and back into her apartment. I hold on to the window frame as I step down and look around. The apartment is furnished with a small love seat and a recliner, a large flat screen TV and a multi-knobbed stereo receiver as part of a top of the line surround sound system. Hmm, my kind of place. I looked and couldn't see any pictures of boyfriends. I smiled.

I unlock and open the door. She's on me faster and tighter than a sparkle on a diamond kissing and hugging me. I return the kisses and hugs in kind and it doesn't take long for them to get more passionate nor our hands to begin exploring. Mine slide under her shorts. Hers are undoing my belt. As my slacks fall to the ground she shuts the door with her foot before stepping back out of my embrace.

Taking a deep breath, her nipples hardening, she looks me in the eye and says, "I, ah, I need to tell you something first." Her eyes travel half way down my body then she has an ear to ear grin and is relaxed as she looks at me and continues. "I'm in recovery and my SLA sponsor wants me to ask you if you really want to do this?" She shakes her head, her long auburn swirls around her. "That's not right. I know you want to by looking at that large hard cock of yours. The question I'm supposed to ask myself is do I want this to be more than just a quick fuck. Do I want; do you want to be friends? No. Yes? "

I let out a very loud laugh and stepping out of the puddle of my pants I reach for her, but stop for she looks hurt. "No, no, I'm laughing at me, not you." Looking more confused that hurt she lets me pull her to me, but she doesn't respond so I let her go, stepping back. I realize I'm naked standing in her window so I step back toward her saying, "Well, in that case I need to ask you a question." Really confused she steps away into the corner. I don't go any closer. "My SLA sponsor said I can only have sex if the woman tells me she needs me to fuck her." She starts to chuckle visibly relaxing. I continue, "so I will be truthful with you and say I have wanted you since before I knew you. And yes friends would be great."

She didn't need to tell me she wanted to fuck I knew she did because of the damp spot starting to grown on her shorts. She grabbed my hand leading me into the bed room.



A Day in the Life of a Slave



I woke up on a cloudy Sunday morning. As I tried to roll over, I noticed that I was restrained. What had I done?? I could not remember. I was on the floor. I looked up to see my Master sleeping soundly on the bed above me. Oh yes, I thought, I displeased you last night and this was the punishment. I closed my eyes and fantasized about the beating that You would give to me when you awoke and were ready. I became wet as I thought about it all. I sighed and tried to go back to sleep but my mind wouldn't stop thinking of my Master and how much he turned me on. I thought of being his ultimate toy and that made me so very happy. I loved doing everything for him and I loved to serve him so.

About a half an hour later, my Master stirred. He sat up and looked over.

"Good morning, little dove. I trust you slept well," he asked me.

"I slept uncomfortably," he reached over and slapped my face.

"Oh, you enjoy it bitch," he told me. I just blushed a bright red.

"See I knew it," he got up out of the bed, "you can just wait there until I have dressed and eaten. Then I will bring you some food and decide how much more that you need to be taught." And with that, he left.

I was tired so I decided to go back to sleep. Awhile later, I was woken up with a jolt.

"Oh I don't think that I told you that you could sleep now did I?" he looked at me with sternness in his eyes. I shook my head no. He came over and began to untie me. When he was finished, I rubbed my hands and legs where the rope was. They were a little sore. He just looked at me.

"Dove, I think that you have been punished enough, but for me not to punish you more, I need you to suck my dick for me," he told me. I nodded my head and went over him and waited for him to undo his pants. After he did that, he took out his hard dick and I put it in my mouth. I sucked it for him just how he liked him. I used one hand to hold his shaft and the other to play with his balls. I used my tongue to swirl circles around his head and sucked it all in my mouth. I knew that this would work and fast too. That I was glad for because my mouth became sore after about ten minutes of sucking cock. Five minutes later, my mouth was filled with warm, salty cum. I closed my eyes and swallowed it like he taught me.

"That's my good little dove," he looked down at me and smiled. That made my heart sore.

"Now come and eat my dove and then we will see what the day holds for us" I got up and we went to the kitchen to eat. We ate breakfast and my Master told me to go and shower and get dressed. So I did. This was one of the days where He had to work so I was left alone, bored for six hours of the day. He came back at 4pm.

"Dove, I am here," he called out. I came to greet him.

"Oh baby, you know how I like to be greeted and you didn't do it. Come with me," he instructed. I followed him into the bedroom, knowing full well that I was about to be punished. How could I be so stupid as to forget that simple greeting? I was definitely having a really blonde day.

We when got to the bedroom, he instructed me to place my hands behind my back. I did and he put the handcuffs on, really tight. He then told me to lay on my tummy on the floor.

"Do I have to?" I asked.

"Yes, bitch," he looked at me with that look and I just simply nodded my head yes. I lay down, and he tied my feet together and then tied them to the handcuffs.

"You look so pretty all tied up for me," he sighed, "you love to be humiliated by me, don't you, my little dove?"

"Yes Master," I looked up at him and smiled. He then struck me across the face.

"Good," and he proceeded to put a gag in my mouth. I hate gags (as they always make me drool), so I tried to escape. He grabbed a handful of my hair and ripped my head back.

"Listen bitch, I own you and I say you have to wear this gag. Do you understand?" I only nodded. He leaned over and put the gag in my mouth.

"There now, that isn't so bad," I shook my head no, "Now, time for pain and you will not make a sound, because if you do, I will have to beat you harder and longer. Do you understand me, little dove?" I nodded yes.

He went to the closet and took out his favorite belt. It was a black leather studded belt. It stung me so when it kissed my flesh. He came over and told me to get ready. He lifted his arm up and came back down harshly. I struggled not to scream, as the first hit always hurt the most. He hit me three more times and then paused.

"Oh my little dove, you are taking this all so well. You enjoy it so much don't you?"

All I could do was nod my head yes. He then whipped me ten times and I had to scream out.

"Oh dove...I told you not to scream out. You disappoint me so." I started to cry.

"Oh don't cry, little dove," he untied my legs from my handcuffs and took off my gag.

"I am so sorry," I whined. He smacked my face.

"Shut up," he lifted me on to my feet and put a blindfold over my eyes.

"Now what Master?" I asked sheepishly.

"I am going to lock you in the closet for a couple of hours and maybe then you will learn and obey me." We walked over to our bedroom closet. He guided me inside and undid my handcuffs.

"Now lift your hands up," and I did. He then locked them up to the bar that he had suspended from the roof of our closet. After he finished that, he tied my legs up. One to each side of the wall in the closet with the little hooks that stuck out of the wall.

"There you are. My beautiful chained dove. Oh how I love the way you look, so helpless. You will not make a sound and I will come and get you when I am ready." He came over to me and caressed my breasts. His hand moved down to my wet crotch.

"Oh dove, this makes you so wet, doesn't it?" I nodded. He got down and started to eat me out. I moaned. I began to squirm myself against his face.

"Mmmmmmmm. Keep doing that baby. It feels so good."

"Beg me, beg me and I will let you cum."

"I beg you....please do this; let me cum."

"Show me tears of humiliation and you can,"

"Hurt me then sweet love," I begged. He reached his left hand up and backhanded me across the face.

"More...." I begged, "Make me cum, Master." And with that, he probed his tongue into me harder and I came, screaming out his name.

"That's a good girl," he told me as he looked up at me and smiled, "Now you can stay in here till I think that you are ready to come out." I could not talk so I only nodded my answer. He left and shut the door behind him. There I was, chained like an animal, unable to see, all because I could not do one thing. Sometimes I felt really blonde. After awhile of being chained like that, my arms became weak and my legs were becoming sore as they were not used to being spread like that. I started to cry softly.

After what had seemed like an eternity, my Master came back. I heard him open the closet doors.

"Oh, you are crying, my little dove, why?" he asked.

"Because I am sore and I displeased you," I whispered softly. He began to undo the chains and rope. "Oh now, dove. Everything is alright now. You have pleased me by not making noises while you were in here," he untied me and hugged me, "now come with me, I have something for you." I followed him out into our living room. He had order dinner for us and had put out candles. On the table was a package that he instructed me to open. It was a beautiful blue dress. "Put it on dove and come back for dinner. We are going to eat and then go out dancing. You have been so good." I smiled and went to put the dress on and fixed my hair and my makeup. I came back and my Master smiled.

"Dove, you look radiant. So beautiful and delicate." He pulled out my chair and we sat down to eat. After we were finished, he came over and helped me up.

"Now, it's time to go out and show the world how beautiful you are," he said as he looked deeply into my eyes.

"Yes Sir, thank you so much," I replied and smiled greatly. This was why I loved being his property. I was his most prized possession. Nothing in the world made me feel greater then that.

We left and went to a quaint little nightclub. Its atmosphere was cozy and swank.

"Dance with me, my dove. Let us show these people just how wonderful you are." I followed him to the dance floor and we were wonderful together. I was lost in the music until a slow song came on. He pulled me to him and told me to rest my head on his shoulder. I did.

"I love you, little dove," he whispered in my ear. I sighed softly

"I love you too," I replied. We danced that way until 10pm.

"Come here little dove, there is someone I wish you to meet." I followed him over to a table in a corner. In it, sat one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. She got up to greet us.

"Bow down to her, dove," my Master instructed me. I bowed down to her.

"My name is Felicia, dove. I am your Master's friend," she told me.

"She will be joining us tomorrow. Tonight I wanted you to meet her and get to know her a little before I let her touch you," he told us.

"Please forgive me, Master, but what will she be doing with us?" I asked, chancing the punishment that might come.

"Oh dove, it isn't us that she will be using; it'll be you," he told me bluntly. I was shocked. This was the first time that my Master had ever let anyone else touch me, let alone think about it. Don't get me wrong, I have an insatiable hunger for women. I have always fantasized about being dominated by a woman. The mere thought of what was to come tomorrow made me wet.

We sat down and began the process of getting to know each other. I learned that Felicia was 26 years old. Only 6 years older then I. She had been dominating people for the past four years. She had mostly been into dominating women. She didn't much care for male subs. She thought that they weren't submissive enough, that they couldn't really give themselves over as much as women could. I hung off her every word. She was growing more beautiful by the minute.

"Dove," she called to me.

I looked down at my lap and replied to her, "yes?"

"Look me in the eyes when you answer me!!" she answered angrily.

"Yes Ma'am," I said, as I looked her in the eyes.

"That's better darling. Did you know that you are beautiful?" I shook my head no.

"You are my little dove," my Master told me.

"Yes, and I find you so much more beautiful because of your willingness to submit and be a slave. Giving in to every whim of your Master. That's the best gift you could ever give," she spoke to me.

I looked into her eyes and thanked her.

"I cannot wait till I can get my hands on you. I will make you beg me and I will punish you more then you could ever imagine," she looked at me with her stern green eyes. I became more and more turned on. This was complete torture. My Master stuck his hand under my dress and caressed my wet pussy. This was driving me completely nuts. I couldn't wait for tomorrow to come.

"Dove, come with me to the bathroom. I will go first and then you follow me in." This club had those bathrooms where it was a single stall and you could have privacy. I nodded my head yes. He left to the bathroom and Felicia and I were alone.

"You are so pretty, sweet young girl," she told me with lust in her eyes. I looked at her and thanked her.

"I'm sorry, but you'll have to excuse me. My Master is waiting for me," I said apologetically.

She nodded, and mumbled, "so polite too." And with that, I went to the bathroom.

"It's about time dove. Now lock the door," he instructed. I turned around and locked the door. He came over to me and kissed me deeply.

"I need to make love to you now, dove," he whispered. I nodded and pulled up my dress. He undid his pants and took his dick out. He came up to me and pressed himself against me. I felt him slip into me, so delicious.

"Mmmmmmm, you are so soft and warm dove."

"Thank you Sir," I said. He began to thrust in and out of me. He held me tighter and pumped faster. I wrapped my arms around him and we became so close. I loved this so much. We were like that for about fifteen minutes. He pulled me closer and closer as he reached climax.

"Mmmmmmm, you are such a good girl, dove," he told me as he came deep inside of me, "such a good girl."

"Oh thank you Sir." After we composed ourselves, we went back out and walked over to Felicia.

"Felicia, dear, it's time that my dove and I leave." Felicia got up and shook hands with my master. She then looked over at me.

"Goodnight, dove. I look forward to our adventures tomorrow."

"Goodnight Ma'am," I said as I bowed. My Master led us out and took us home. When we got there, we went straight for the bedroom. I got naked as was required of me. I stood like I was taught, while I waited for him to get into bed.

"You were such a good girl this evening. Climb in and snuggle close to me, my precious little dove." I did as he told me. He kissed my forehead and told me to go to sleep. My last thoughts of that day were of how much I loved him and what tomorrow would hold...

THE END...



A Day in the Life of a Slave



It was 10:06 and the slave was late. Again! Mistress was not happy. This new slave was turning out to be more of a problem than anything else. He would need a severe punishment this time since it seemed that the last one hadn't been effective enough. Grrrrrr.

Rrrrrrrrrrrring, the doorbell rang.

Mistress got up languidly and walked down the hallway to open the door. As she walked, her stiletto heels rang a sharp staccato against the marble of the floors. She opened the door. Slave was standing there, breathing heavily, as though he had been running, and with a hangdog look on his face.

"I am sorry, Mistress, " he stuttered. "My alarm didn't go off this morning."

Hearing these sort of excuses infuriated the Mistress. Not only was he late but he also lacked imagination!

She stood there silently and glared at him, lifting her left eyebrow in disdain. 

A minute like that and the slave was completely reduced to an oily stain on the doormat. His face flushed an even deeper red and she could see the sweat running down, near his ears.

Once he had been well reduced, she moved back and with a slight tilting of her head, gave him to understand that he could enter. 

As he entered, she turned around and walked back up the hallway, her tight arse sharply outlined in the black leather trousers she wore, her long, thick hair swaying and just brushing against the top of her butt, caressing it as she walked. The Slave closed the door, swallowed and followed, his gaze hypnotically drawn to the hourglass figure, the tight black bustier with the white pearl buttons at the back, just visible once in a while as she swayed in front of him. 

Once they entered the salon, Mistress turned around, gave him another stern look and snapped her fingers. She pointed at the table where a frilly black apron, a pink feather duster and a pair of black heels lay ready; Slave's attire for the morning. 

He started to strip while she sat on the edge of the sofa and leaned back, her legs stretched out, an approving smile on her lips. As she watched him, she stroked her hairless pussy, visible through the wide, unbuttoned slit in the crotch of her leather trousers.

Just as he got naked, she suddenly got up and picking a thin bamboo cane lying on the sofa, went up to him and before he realized it, gave him a sharp smack on his back with it.

The Slave winced in shock and simultaneously, his cock jumped to attention. He already knew that his Mistress hated sounds of pain so was able to control himself.

"This for being late," she said.

Then he felt another smack.

"This for not understanding from last time"

Another smack.

"And this for making me do it again".

"I am so sorry, Mistress;" he said abjectly, his hands covering his hard, telltale cock. 

"Get on with it!" she answered him as she threw the cane on the floor and went back to sit on the sofa.

The Slave turned back to the table and put on the frilly, black apron; it reached to mid thigh and barely covered his white arse. Over the bulge of his cock, he looked at the heels lying on the table and taking them, bent down and put them on. Then, taking the feather duster, he bowed to his watching Mistress, tottered over to one of the various book shelves scattered throughout the salon, and started dusting. His heart was still drumming hard from the exhilaration of the short caning and his back twinged from the 3 smacks he had deservedly received. 

Mistress watched him dusting, she was seated back on the sofa in the same position as before and once more, fingering her now quite wet pussy. Oh, so much still to teach a new Slave. She had seen the way his cock had hardened at the first caning and though the response pleased her, it also annoyed her -- how dare he get turned on without her permission; she would teach him, over time!

The Slave moved on to the shelf on the right of the sofa -- his apron was still ballooned out in front of him and she knew it would stay like that for the rest of their time together. She liked that but took care to not show it- that would NOT do, especially not after him being late.

"Slave, come here", she said. 

He obediently tottered over to her, eyes cast downwards, trying hard to not look at the glistening pussy.

"Hold up your apron", she ordered him. He obliged, his erection swaying in front of his mistress' eyes. 
She lightly fondled his balls and planted a wet kiss on the head while looking him in the eyes, leaving a telltale smear of her red lipstick behind. He shuddered. 


"Can't have your cock interfering with your cleaning now, can we?" she purred, smiling teasingly.
 She picked up a length of soft blue rope and tied one end around the base of his cock and balls, then slipped it between his legs and tied the other end around his neck, pulling it tight carefully.
His erection throbbed delightfully but now pointed straight down, held in place by his mistress' handiwork.


"That's much better. Now, get down on all fours and lick my stilettoes, just so you know who's in charge here and if you behave, maybe I'll give you a nice slow fuck with my strap on." He shivered in anticipation, getting hornier by the minute; Mistress knew how to press all the right buttons.

Slowly he dropped to his knees, pausing this time to quickly gaze at his mistress' wet pussy. The smell of it drove him crazy. He hoped she would let him suck and lick it; he adored burying his tongue in her tight, wet hole and sliding it up and down from her quivering clit to her anus, feeling her tremble and hearing her moans. 

He felt deliciously sexy in his frilly black apron and heels as he started to kiss and lick her stiletto clad feet. Mistress looked down at him, brushing her cane lightly over his exposed arse and balls. Once in a while, she would flick her wrist and the bamboo cane slapped delightfully against his buttocks. She noticed how his cock responded, getting harder with her caresses and licked her lips, smiling sexily. She loved this slow game of domination and arousal, knowing how much it turned him on and she felt herself getting wetter and wetter by the second. 

She started to stroke her pussy again, letting two fingers slide in and out in a steady rhythm and moaned softly. Her slave looked up at her looking down at him and she slipped her sticky fingers between his lips. "Lick them clean, slave, I know how much you want to..."

In a minute she would order him to fetch her strapon. It was the double delight model with two rubber cocks, one facing outwards, the other inwards; each time she penetrated him, one hand tightly around his balls, she would simultaneously be stimulated by the second cock buried in her sopping pussy. She loved fucking him this way and just thinking of it made her pussy throb in excitement.

Slave did just what his Mistress ordered, his eyes never leaving his Mistress's face. He pussy juices on her fingers were slightly salty but oh so good that he was tempted to reach forward and bury his face in her crotch. But he didn't, he couldn't till she told him to. 

She bent down and holding his chin, gave him a teasingly slow wet kiss.

"I think it's time I fucked you, my pet. Why don't you go get my favourite toy?"

His heart pounding, he walked to the bedroom, his arse jiggling with each tottering step he took in his heels. A minute later he was back, a black, satin bag in one hand. She took it from him and opening it, took out a gleaming black double strap-on and a tube. At her imperious nod, he helped his mistress put on the strap-on. One of the cocks slid smoothly into her tight, wet pussy as she tightened the harness and she moaned with pleasure. "Ummm, I want you on your back on the table with your legs spread wide open", she managed to pant. 

He did as he was told, hitching up the apron and spreading his legs. His mistress walked slowly over to him, her eyes never leaving his. She untied the rope that was holding his cock in place and it sprang up, as hard as an iron pillar. She looked at him, her eyes gleaming with lust as she spread some lube on the strap-on cock.

She took a firm hold of his balls and slid the head into his anus. He gasped in pleasure and surprise. 

"I 'd like you to beg me to fuck you, slave", she purred, leaning forward and smiling sexily at him. His cock was rock hard, pressed upwards between their bodies. 

"Please fuck me mistress, fuck me now", he panted in response and she slid the strap-on very slowly deeper into his anus. He moaned with pleasure as she fucked him sensually, his cock throbbing in response to each thrust. Mistress felt herself getting hotter and wetter as she relished the fucking she was so expertly giving her slave and her own pussy.

As she heaved into his anus, she saw his hand reaching for his cock and slapped it away with a quick shake of her head. 

"Not this time", she managed to pant out just as the tempo got too much for her and amid loud moans, she came. 

As the shudders stopped rocking her body, she stopped moving and pulled out of the Slave's anus. She then pulled the strap-on out of her pussy and threw it on the table next to the Slave's head. 

She then sat down on the sofa and spreading her legs wide apart, pointed to her pussy. The Slave instantly leapt off the table and sliding down, buried his face in her wet and hot crotch and gratefully lapped up her cum.

When he had finished, she pushed his head off, got up and turning back, commanded him to continue with the dusting. She then buttoned up her crotch, and picking up her red bag lying on a nearby table, said coldly, "Make sure the house is clean when I return and no touching yourself!"

The Slave nodded humbly and picking up his duster, went back to cleaning.



A Day in the Life of a Slave



"Prepare me for my shower."

"Yes, My Lord."

During the past six months I have undergone a rigorous training and I know that I must perform my duties without even the slightest error or my punishment will be swift and severe. 

"May I rise, My Lord."

He nods and I get up from my knees and begin. First I unbutton his trousers and gently remove his cock. 

"May I suck. My Lord?"

Another nod.

I begin by licking up the shaft of his penis and then taking the head into my mouth. For a few minutes I concentrate solely on the head sticking my tongue into its opening and and taking the whole head into my mouth building up momentum with my suction until I take the whole cock as far as I can down into my throat. I dare not gag or I will be severely whipped. He fucks me in my throat for a few minutes then he suddenly stops and slaps me on the back of my head. That is my signal to disengage and I quickly get up and straddle him impaling myself on his fully engorged cock. I know I am to rise and then force myself back down on him as hard as I can. To increase the penetration he puts his hands on my shoulders and drives me down with as much force as he can. But each time I am to rise up so that he can impale me again. This I find painful as he is very long and thick and even though this has been done hundreds of times it never fails to hurt me. The pain is shooting through me with each trust and I find myself reaching my peak but I must hold back because I must wait until he gives me permission to come. With one final brutal thrust he pulls out and signals me to continue the ritual. I quickly lick his cock clean and then remove the rest of his clothes. 

"Permission to prepare the shower, My Lord?"

Another nod.

I place the towels on the counter and turn on the water making sure it is the correct temperature. I place the sponge knee pads on the floor of the shower and quickly remove my clothes.

"It is ready for you, My Lord."

He enters the shower.

"Permission to bathe you, my Lord?'

I begin by lathering his body and then when he is all lathered I sink to my knees and begin to suck his cock while the water is rinsing him off. He has been almost to his peak already so he quickly hardens. I suck and suck as hard as I can alternating between sucking his balls and his cock making sure to never hurt him. I continue sucking without stopping because I know if I fail to have him come I will regret it later. My cunt is pulsating with desire and I am glad that the running water is hiding that from him because I am only to desire him if he permits it. He leans his arms against the side of the shower and fucks me furiously. I hold my arms around his legs so that he will get his full length in me with every shove. I feel his cock pulsating as he shoots down my throat. I continue to suck until I feel it retract and then I begin to suck very, very gently - I dare not cause his any discomfort. 

He turns off the water and steps out. I scurry out after him and begin to towel him dry. When he is totally dry he allows me to dry myself. I kneel before him and await further direction.

He says,"Continue."

His clothes have been laid out in anticipation. If I perform my next duties to his satisfaction and if I can succeed in arousing him he may fuck me. My whole body is craving for release.

I begin at his feet and massage them and suck on his toes. Then I massage up his legs and gently fondle his balls. I take them in my mouth and suck on them and massage them with my tongue while holding and applying pressure to his cock - squeezing and releasing until I feel it begin to respond. Then I move my mouth over its head and begin to work in earnest while continuing to massage his balls. Slowly he hardens and I continue with my sucking and draw him in as far as I can. I pray that he will decide to fuck me in my cunt as my need to be filled is intense. I never know because sometimes just to be cruel he will finish off in my throat. But today I am lucky.

"On your back Bitch."

I lie on my back and spread my legs open as wide as I can. He mounts me and drives his hard cock all the way into me with one swift push. He pummels in and out over and over again. All the way out and then all the way in frantic succession. When he bottoms out in me it always causes me pain and that seems to please him but I welcome it as it also brings me to the heights of pleasure. After about ten minutes of this he says, "You can come, Bitch."

I let go and can't resist letting out a series of yelps as my body is engulfed in ecstasy. My cunt is pulsating with a series of contractions and I feel him shooting inside my welcoming body. 

While he is resting I hurry to prepare breakfast. When it is ready. I go to the bed and get on my knees. 

"My Lord, if it please you breakfast is ready."

He goes downstairs and sits at the table. I scurry behind him and serve his plate and pour his coffee. I spread the table napkin on his lap and then resume my kneeling position.

As he eats he hands me pieces of food which I must accept in my mouth as my hands are behind my back and I cannot use them unless he permits it. If it falls on the floor I must bend over and eat it from there. 

When he finishes he asks me,"Would you like a bicycle ride?"

I am filled with fear but I answer, "If it please My Lord, I would."

As we get dressed in our cycling clothing I pray that I will be able to survive this next torture. 

Under my cycling pants I have to wear a harness which securely holds a large dildo up inside my cunt. He has been increasing the length of the dildos each week - it started out with a five inch one which I found okay but even a five inch one would cause pain when we cycled over rough roads. Today I am up to the seven inch one. I pray he chooses a smooth paved road.

We get on the road and, as always, he takes the lead. We go along the smooth bicycle path and even on that the bumps were causing pain to shoot through me. Then he branches off onto a rough nature trail. After about five minutes I am shrieking in pain at each bump. Without thinking, I say "Please my Lord, will you take it out of me, I think I'm being torn apart?"

He replies, "Keep going we'll deal with the problem soon."

As soon as he replies I know I have made a terrible mistake and I try to muffle my sobs as I cycle behind him until we reach a secluded area. 

"Permission to dismount, My Lord?"

"Yes, dismount and take off your clothes."

I quickly obey and get on my knees in front of him with only my harness which holds the dildo in, on me.

He takes a length of rope out of his bike carrier and fastens it around my wrists and then binds my hands to the overhanging branch of a tree. I am standing with my arms pulled tightly over my head. 

"What do you have to say, Bitch?"

"My Lord, I am sorry that I did a stupid thing and I ask you to discipline me so that I will know my place and not displease you again."

He takes his whip out of his carrier and I scream as I feel it curling around my tender breasts.

"Thank, you, My Lord. Please continue to discipline me to make me a better slave for you."

He continues - the next lash sets my hips on fire. After each lash I have to thank him and he continues until my whole body is is a sting mass of excruciating pain and I have peed around the dildo and my bowels have moved. In spite of that I find my cunt needing to be fucked. 

He unties my hands and hands me a rag. "Clean yourself, Bitch and get dressed."

I draw the clothes over my welts and kneel before him. 

"Get on the bicycle and follow me." 

Quickly I do as I'm told - the pain from the dildo is matched by my ravaged body rubbing against my clothes and there is no way I can stifle my screams as we drive home. 

My punishment is not over, I am allowed to get in the bath tub and soak my body but when he removes the dildo he gets an 8 inch one and fastens it in me with the harness Only he can remove it. 

I am required to wear it for the next week. 

When the week is over he has another test for me.



A Day In The Life Of A Slut



"Well, let's see what we have here." Here I am, naked, standing with my hands and feet in chains being looked over like I was some kind of animal. "Is she well trained?"

"Yes, very well trained", My Master tells her. "You shouldn't have any problems."

"Has she ever been with a woman?" She asks. "As a matter of fact, no. You will be her first." Master replies. She grins, and looks me over once again. "Good, a virgin. I haven't had one of those in a long time." 

"Okay, I'll take her. How much?" She asks. "Well, I usually don't sell someone as well trained as her, but for you, I lend her to you. We can discuss payment later." With that, Master hands Her my leash. "If I hear you have disgraced me, you will have hell to pay," Master whispers in my ear. With that warning, I am taken away.

I only had to look back one time to see that he meant what he said. My new Mistress, seeing that I was looking, jerked on my leash. "Keep your eyes down slut!" She commanded. "Yes, Mistress." I replied, and immediately brought my eyes down. She put me in the back seat, then got in the car and drove off. I had no idea where we were going, or if I was coming back.

Finally, the car stopped at a small house. My new Mistress got out of the car and went into the house, leaving me in the back seat alone. I was pretty sure I could get away, but that would disgrace my Master. That is something that I could never do. At last, she returned. Taking my leash she leads me into the house.

The house was small and quaint, with minimal furniture. I was taken through the foyer and into a dark room lit only with candles. I tried to look around, but the minute I lifted my head, I was caned. "You were told to keep your eyes down," a male voice admonished me. Not knowing how to address this new voice I only replied "Yes Sir". "Is my new slut disobeying me?" my Mistress asks. "Please forgive me Mistress, I only wanted to see where I was."

"I already gave you one chance, that's all you get". With that Mistress points towards a low table. "You've seen one of these?"

"Yes Mistress, I have," I answered. "Good, you know what to do then." She replies.

I kneel in front of the table. Sir binds my hands and legs and then walks away. Mistress kneels beside me and presents a cane to me. I kiss it and she takes it and positions herself behind me. "Count," She commands. "Mistress, one, Mistress." I count one, two, three. Ten comes and goes. I reach twenty, knowing that I can't possible take any more, and She stops. Suddenly, there is no sound except for my breathing. I am left alone for a few minutes to gather my senses.

"Have you learned your lesson slut?" Mistress asks. "Yes Mistress, I have," I whispered. "Untie her and bring her to me," she commands to Sir. I raise my hand up a little. "Yes slut, you wish to speak?"

"Thank you Mistress, but what am I suppose to call Sir?" I had no idea who this man was or his rank. I didn't want to further insult Mistress by addressing him wrong. "You may call him what you've been calling him, though he is my little play toy." She replies. With that she leaves the room.

I am brought to a small room. Mistress is sitting in a rather large chair. I manage to look up without being noticed. She has taken off her long dress and is wearing only a leather corset, stockings and boots. The corset barely covers her breasts; in fact I can see part of a nipple peaking out of its' confines. I feel a tingle, but I'm not sure if I am ready. It doesn't matter now anyway, it's no longer for me to decide.

I approach Mistress and immediately kneel. Nervously, I continue looking towards the floor. Does my new Mistress even like what she sees? All my apprehension is appeased when She takes my chin in her hand, lifts my head, and gently kisses me. The feeling of Her lips on mine is so soft, so sensuous. I knew then that I would do anything for her. 

Mistress rises, and walks me to a large bed. She tells me to kneel on the bed, which I readily comply. I am bound in such a fashion that my hands and ankles are tied together with my legs spread apart. Mistress then puts a blindfold on me. My ass and pussy are vulnerable to anyone who wishes to abuse me. I am left there to be admired for what seems like forever. Finally, I feel a hand on my ass, gently stroking me.

"Relax and enjoy," Mistress says softly. I feel the hand moving towards my pussy, and then stop at my clit. Forcibly but gently my barbell is rubbed on my clit, the jewelry sending waves of sensation through my body.

Another hand finds my cunt, and begins to ravage it; first with one finger, then with two. I finally relax and surrender to the pleasures of my Mistress and her toy. Someone lifts my head, and I sense something in front of me. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. My tongue finds a nipple, which I tease immediately. Softly, I flick my tongue around and on top of it. I am getting more aroused, hearing my Mistress' moans, knowing that I am pleasing her. She brings her breast closer and I begin to gently suck on it. Her toy now has three fingers inside of me, fucking my cunt as he teases my clit. I am quite satisfied with my Master, but I have never felt these sensations before. Oh, God this feels so good!

Mistress moves away from me momentarily and unties my hands. I feel her position herself in front of me. Feeling her legs, I guide myself to Her exquisite pussy. Her excitement, Her aroma is intoxicating. I stick my tongue out to taste her. I have never tasted a woman before, and now I wonder why I haven't. She taste nothing like the saltiness of a man. It's more like a delicate dessert, light and fruity.

I begin to nibble on her clit, finding the right rhythm and firmness. Mistress is now thoroughly wet, moaning with my every touch. Smiling to my self I alternate between her clit and pussy. I love her taste, her smell. Sticking my tongue inside her she trembles. Slowly, I begin fucking Mistress with my tongue while at the same time rubbing her button with my finger. As I am pleasuring my Mistress, her toy has managed to insert his entire hand in my pussy. Slowly he fucks me, his fist creating enough pressure to drive me crazy. I am slowly building, getting hotter and wetter. I don't want it to stop, but I don't know if I can take much more.

He starts fucking me faster, his other hand circling my clit faster and faster. I find my mouth is fucking Mistress at the same rhythm as her toy is fisting me. Opening her up wider I insert my tongue as deep as I can. I want to feel her when she cums, to drink her elixir without spilling a drop. Her hips meet my mouth trying to drive me deeper inside. I start alternating my tongue, teasing her pussy and clit. Suddenly I find myself cumming, I begin to moan, and Mistress grabs my hair and buries my face in her pussy. I feel her cumming too; her juices flow into my mouth. Hungrily I take it all, not even spilling a drop. After she finishes cumming, Mistress releases her grip. I take one last taste and she moves away.

Taking my leash, Mistress moves me to the corner of the bed. She is finished with me, but I am allowed to watch Her and Her toy. This is the first chance that I've had to look at him. He is gorgeous, about six feet tall with long dark brown hair. From looking at him you would never guess that he would be submissive to any woman. He glances at me and smiles, I smile back. "You have to many clothes on. Take them off". "Yes, Mistress," he replies, and proceeds to take off his clothes.

He takes off his pants first, his cock is already rock hard. "What's this?" Mistress demands. "I'm sorry Mistress, I couldn't help myself," he replies. "You want to fuck that slut, don't you?" she says as she grabs his balls. "N.. No Mistress! I only want you!"

"Liar! You want her, now admit it" Mistress squeezes his balls harder, making him uncomfortable. "Yes, Mistress. I do want to fuck her," he whispers almost inaudibly. Mistress chuckles, and then lets go and walks away.

She walks to a cabinet and opens it. Inside are various implements of torture and pleasure. Mistress picks a wicked looking flogger, and then closes the cabinet door. She walks back to her toy. "Face the wall and put your hands on it." I start to feel horrible about getting him is so much trouble, but he then looks up, smiles and winks at me.

He turns towards the wall and leans into it, bracing himself with his hands. Mistress begins flogging him; gently at first, but getting harder with each stroke. I watch his face; he blissfully takes each hit, thanking her after each one. I find myself getting aroused again watching this, wishing it was me being flogged.

Mistress finishes her flogging and approaches her toy. She roughly grabs his short beard and pulls him to her. They kiss tenderly, her hand stroking his body. I look down and notice his cock is still hard, straining for release. Mistress' hand gently caresses it, stroking it. She then kneels down and licks just the tip of it, sending shivers throughout his body. She guides him back to the bed, and lies down. 

"You will pleasure me, and only then if I feel you are worthy will I allow you release." Eagerly, her toy approaches her. Gently he begins to kiss her neck trailing his tongue towards her breast. Alternating, he kisses and fondles Mistress' breast. His hand finds her clit, and begins to massaging it and drawing circles with his finger. Mistress begins to moan again, bringing her hips up to meet his hand. Slowly he inserts a finger into Her very wet pussy, brings the finger to his lip, and tastes. Smiling, he trails his tongue toward her eagerly waiting pussy.

His tongue rests itself on top of Mistress' swollen button. Gently, he plays with her clit ring, tugging and pulling on it with his mouth. Bringing one hand down, he opens her pussy and starts fucking her with his fingers; slowly at first.

Looking at Mistress, I can see ecstasy in her face. She looks like an Angel sent from heaven, smiling and moaning at the competent hands of Her toy. He picks up his rhythm, licking and fucking her faster. Finally, Mistress lets go, cumming hard and long in Her toy's face. Not missing a beat, he drinks every drop. Grabbing his hair Mistress pulls Her toy on top of her. He positions himself and buries his cock deep inside Her. As hard as he is, it didn't take long at all before he grunts and releases his seed deep inside Her. He falls on top of her, exhausted. Mistress then gently takes my hand and pulls me toward them. She and Her toy gently kiss me. I lie down next to them and we all fall asleep together.

We are awakened by the sound of the doorbell. Mistress' toy gets up to see who it is. When he comes back, my Master is beside him, smiling at me. I look at Mistress and she nods, letting me know it's okay to go to my Master. I get up and go to him, kneeling in from of him, waiting nervously. "Well Kate, how did my little slut do?" my Master asks Mistress. "She did quite well, I'm very impressed." 

She replies. "I would like to do this again if I may". Smiling my Master looks at me. "Of course, but next time I will be in charge."



A Day in the Life of a Slut



"Oh my god!" I exclaimed. He was right. It certainly was the biggest cock I'd ever experienced in my 33 years. It was at least 12inches long, fat and black. I looked at him, my hand around his cock as he sat on the toilet in the cubicle in a set of public toilets. I was leaning over in front of him gently stroking it to its full length. My big, fake, white, 34DD's hanging out of my vest top as he grabbed and pinched at my tits and nipples.

I crouched down between his legs and licked from the base of his cock all the way up his long shaft to his helmet and gobbled down as much of his cock as I could, normally I could deep throat a cock but this was a challenge. I licked back down to his clean shaven balls and took them in my mouth, licking his balls one at a time, gently wanking his cock as I did. I then eagerly sucked on his cock again, my hands all over his cock and balls, slurping sounds escaping the corners of my mouth. My spit covering his cock and running down it, my hands rubbing it into his shaft as I looked up at him. He wasn't particularly good looking but I was in a very slutty mood and he was around and up for it.

Just then the door opened to the bathroom area. I took his cock out and looked at him, my eyes open wide and a big smile on my face matched by his as I carried on wanking his cock as we listened to the unknown stranger do his business. I began sucking on his cock again, one hand following my mouth up and down his shaft as the other fondled his balls, massaging them, given them gentle squeezes. Moans of pleasure coming from his mouth spurred me on. He took a handful of my blonde hair and pushed my head down on his cock, pushing it down my throat. I was getting so turned on sucking this black monster of a cock.

He stood up and sat me down on the toilet, his big cock swinging and bouncing around, slapping against my face. I shrugged my vest top and red bra down so they hung around my waist, I pinched and twisted my nipples as I looked up at him and opened my mouth for his cock. His hot cock entered my mouth and he grabbed my hair at the back of my head again and began to fuck my mouth hard and fast, his cock sliding all the way down my throat until his balls bounced off my chin. It became a blur, spit was hanging from his cock and dripping down onto my boobs as I rubbed it in. He then pulled his cock out of my mouth, I kept it open, he took a few strokes of his cock and shot a long stream of hot sticky cum straight into my mouth. And then another, and one over my cheek, and along my nose, on my chin, dripping down onto my boobs. He finally finished cumming and I had a mouthful of cum, I showed it to him before swallowing it down.

"Thank you very much." I said squeezing the last bit of cum out of his cock onto my waiting tongue. "Stay there a minute." And I began fishing my mobile out of my hot pants pocket "Just take a picture for me would you please?" I asked and handed him the phone as I took hold of his cock and laid it on my face and smiled at the camera. He took several pictures, I took the phone back from him and stood up and opened the cubicle door, my spit and cum covered tits still hanging out. I stood in front of the sinks and looked in the mirror and took a couple of selfies, happy with my work I grabbed a couple of tissues out of the holder and wiped my face and boobs. Baby wipes were best but I had to make do with what I had.

"Hey baby, when can we meet again?" I heard him saying. "Hey, can I get your number? At least tell me your name!"

I smiled back at him and gave him a wink, "its Tracy." I gave him a little wave and blew him a kiss and turned to leave. The toilet door opened as I turned to leave and a guy entered, a look of surprise spreading across his face and then realisation as he looked from me to the guy and back again.

I headed up the steps that lead out of the public toilet area to street area, the first drops of a summer rain shower starting to fall as I got to the top if the steps. "Oh great, just what I need a fucking rain shower." I said looking up at the sky. I was not prepared for it at all. I was in blue hot pants and a white vest!

It wasn't long before it was absolutely chucking it down. I was soaked through, my red bra clearly visible through my white vest, my blonde hair stuck flat against my head. I eventually ducked into a doorway and waited for the shower to pass.

I'm a very promiscuous woman, I always have been and with having more and more time on my hands and nothing really to do during the day I was finding more and more risqué ways of enjoying myself although today's encounter had been my most daring so far. I was lucky enough to have the body that causes men to at least look twice. When I was in my mid-twenties and had a bit of cash I'd spent £5000 on getting a boob job. Although I do wish I still had the money now, but my 34DD's still came in handy, literally. At 33, I was still slim and had natural blonde hair and stunning emerald, green eyes which could pierce a man's soul. 

In my early twenties I was told I could've been a model but I just wasn't tall enough, apparently you need to be taller than 5ft6in to be a model of sorts, but I still took comfort in this and in my own opinion I'd got better with age.

A voice suddenly bringing me out of my daydream. "Excuse me miss." The gruff voice said. "Can I get you a lift?"

I looked up and saw a black, bald headed cab driver leaning out of his cab window, the rain running down his bald head.

"I've got no money to pay." I replied

He looked back and me and smiled, "Maybe I don't need money, maybe payment in kind will suffice?"

"And what makes you think I'm that type of girl?"

"Maybe it's the slutty outfit? Or the red bra, or maybe I'm just an excellent judge of character. Either way, you can take it or leave it."

I stood and weighed up my options and then saw my toilet encounter man walking in my direction obviously looking for something or more likely, someone. "Ok then." I said and stepped out into the rain again and towards the black cab. The driver reached out the window and opened the door for me and I jumped inside.

I sat on the back seat and proceeded to try and sort my wet hair out.

"Where to then?" He asked?

"The flats on Stratford Road."

"Over there, that's not a pleasant area to be, especially not looking like you!"

"You get used to it." I replied. He was right though, Stratford road and the flats on Stratford road are an absolute shit hole. It's unfortunately where the council house their less desirables and those unfortunate enough to have nowhere else to live and the council has to put you somewhere. I was on the top floor of these flats and they were some of the worst flats in the area, on occasion they had been labelled "stab towers". 

"That's also going to cost you a bit?" He said pulling away from the curb, his wipers still going as he joined the flow of traffic.

"Yes, I'm sure it is."

"I think for starters I should see your big tits?"

"Wow! You don't hang around do you?"

I saw him smile in the rear-view mirror back at me. I got settled on the back seat and then grabbed the bottom of my vest top, leant forward and pulled it off over my head. So I was sitting there in my red bra and hot pants.

He swerved a little as he kept looking in the mirror, "Careful there." I said. I moved forward to the rear facing seat and knelt on it as the cab bounced along the road. I reached behind and unclasped my bra and shrugged my arms out of it and held it in place before letting it drop down.

"They are MASSIVE!" He exclaimed and again swerved across the road, "I've got to pull over before I crash."

I moved back to the other seat and kept gently stroking my boobs, getting my nipples hard and slowly getting excited at the prospect of a bit more fun. I loved feeling slutty and naughty and today was turning into a good day for that. 

The cab driver was looking left and right, trying to find somewhere to pull over. Feeling naughty and sensing my next bit of fun was on its way I started to undo my buttons on my hot pants. 

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"What does it look like? I'm getting comfy, best you find a spot to pull over soon otherwise I'll have to do it all on my own!" I kicked off my shoes and wriggled out of my wet hot pants and threw them next to my bra. I sat there on his back seat in just my red thong and put my feet on each of the hold handles by the doors and with one hand rubbed my quickly wettening pussy through the thin material of my thong, my other hand squeezing my hard nipples on my 34DD's, giving them little twists and pinches. Biting my lower lip as I looked at him in the mirror, he was almost looking frantic. "Hurry up!" I said to him, "I want that big, fucking cock of yours! Just find an alley way or something."

He did just that in the end, pulling into a narrow alleyway, clipping his wing mirror on an industrial size bin before stopping at the end. He opened his door and banged it against the wall and squeezed out the door. He was a portly guy, not overly tall with a round face but was smartly dressed for a cab driver. 

He climbed into the back of the cab and closed the door. He literally pounced on me, his tongue entering my mouth and tangling with my tongue as he grabbed a handful of boob and squeezed hard. I fumbled at his belt and eventually got it undone and went to work on his trouser button and zip. His black hands were all over my body, rubbing my pussy through my thong material, I pulled the thing material to one side. His fingers entering my clean shaven pussy easily and he finger fucked me hard and fast, his fingers curling rapidly inside of me, hitting a good spot. I closed my eyes and arched my back as he did this, the orgasm building fast and I pinched my own nipples, holding my breath encouraging the orgasm and then with a loud moaning scream I came all over his fingers, holding his hand where it was as the orgasm spread through my body. 

Every muscle tensing and relaxing and tensing, my breathing slowly coming back to normal. I opened my eyes wide and looked at him and smiled. I pushed him back onto the rear facing seat "My turn!" I said, and pulled at his trousers, he shook them off. His white shirt hanging down low and covering his already hard cock, which was trying to escape his blue boxer shorts. I hooked my fingers inside the waistband of his boxers and began to pull them down, he lifted his bum up to allow them to slide down.

A big black, clean shaven, cock came into view. As I released it from his boxers it sprang up to attention. It was pure muscle, bristling, veiny, strong, his big black balls hanging down low between his legs. I was pretty sure I was going to enjoy this! He put his hands behind his head and looked expectantly at me.

My hand clasped around the base of his cock and then went down and gave his balls a little squeeze before I leant forward and licked his swollen helmet and looked him right in the eyes as I did.

"Mmmmmmmm, oh fuck yes." He moaned.

I smiled and took his helmet in my mouth and sucked hard on it, looking at him as I did before I took his cock further into my mouth. Sliding it further and further in, my spit making his cock glisten, my nipples rock solid, my boobs brushing against his thighs as my head started to bob up and down. My hand still on the base of his cock as I came up for air, my spit running down the sides of his cock, a string hanging from the tip to my lip.

I licked up from the base to the tip before nuzzling down and starting to lick his balls as I gently stroked his cock, my eyes locked onto his as my tongue looped around his swollen balls. I knelt up in front of him, his cock laying between my boobs, I squeezed them around it and began to tit fuck him. His big black cock looking good between my big white tits.

I moved away from him and turned my back and leant over the rear facing seat, I looked over my shoulder, "Fuck me! Fuck me now."

He didn't need asking twice, he shuffled forward and leant over me. His black cock brushing against my pussy. I watched as he took hold of his cock, he put one hand on my bum and started easing his big cock into my waiting and wanting pussy. He slid easily in, right up to the hilt, another moan of pleasure escaping his lips. He put one hand on my hips and the other grabbed a fist full of hair. He started slow but sped up and was fucking me well, slamming into me, pulling on my hair, slapping sounds filling the car as my bum slapped against his thighs, my boobs jolting back and forth as he got going.

An orgasm was building fast. I had one arm bracing me against the seat as the other pinched and twisted a nipple. I closed my eyes and arched my back. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh...oh." I tensed up and then came hard with a loud scream. My pussy pulsing and grabbing at his cock, trying to milk it, my breathing heavy, my body shuddering as he continued to fuck me hard, his balls swinging and slapping against me.

I pushed him away and he sat down on the other seat his black cock streaked white with my cum. I moved and bent over in front of him and licked his cock clean of my cum, enjoying the taste of me on him. I then straddled him and lowered myself down onto him and took his head in hands and thrust my chest into his face. He was ravenous, licking, biting sucking on my nipples, his hands all over my body as I began to ride his cock, grinding my pussy into him. His cock deep inside me, reaching places never been touched before.

He then spun me over so I was on my back across his back seat, my legs spread wide, and my pussy wider and open for him still. He put his hands on my legs and spread them wider and pushed and pinned them back over my head. His cock bouncing and angled straight towards my pussy, white tide mark at the base, he pushed himself in and began fucking me. His grunts and groans becoming more and more frequent as he thrust got faster and faster, his body starting to tense and I could sense he was going to cum soon.

Right on cue he pulled his cock out and held it with a hand, holding dead still until he thrust forward. A long stream of cum looping out of his cock and firing up my body, landing in the valley between my boobs. Another long stream firing up my body and landing on my boobs, he just kept shooting his cum up my body. I was rubbing it in as he did before he eventually stopped, my body covered in his hot, sticky cum. I used a finger to scoop it up and drop it in my mouth. "Mmmmm yummy." I said to him as I licked my fingers clean.

"Well that should just about pay for your taxi fare home." He said shaking the last drops of cum out of his big black sticky cock.



A Day in the Life of a Sociopath



Lying in bed, feeling doggone tired after working an overnight shift as the only security guard for a grocery store, I feel dead. It's eight thirty on a Monday morning and I just got off the number nine bus from Hurdman Station. It stops right across the street from my apartment in Vanier, Ontario. A ten minute bus ride which I endured, half-asleep, sitting among the throngs of government workers. Well-dressed, sipping coffee and reading the Ottawa Sun newspaper, that's a Canadian Capital government worker for you. I walked the half a block distance from my bus to the red brick building where I live. I've been dodging the landlord, an old French dude named Kyle, lately. I owe him five hundred bucks. Which I can't pay because I've been spending like crazy. My Royal Bank of Canada account has overdraft protection for up to five hundred dollars. That's how I'm going to pay rent for June 2012, the fourteenth of the month instead of the first. Yeah, I'm that guy.

Working security for eleven dollars and seventy five cents per hour in Ottawa sucks ass, man. I can barely afford rent and tuition with it. I only take two courses per semester at Carleton University. When you're an international student, they charge you an arm and a leg. I don't know what possessed me to move from Brockton, Massachusetts, to Ottawa, Ontario. Things were tough in the States but I'm not exactly having a breeze in the Canadian capital. Never mind. I knew the answer to that question the moment I thought about it. Had I stayed in Brockton I might be a dead man because of all the people I royally pissed off. Some of them family members, others are strangers and former acquaintances who feel pissed about my double-crossing them. Hey, not my fault they were gullible.

So here I am. Lying in bed, trying to get some sleep. My shift at the big grocery store in Kanata Center starts at eleven o'clock at night and ends at seven in the morning, five days a week. I get weekends off. It's not so bad, except for the fact that the store is in frigging Kanata and I live in Vanier. I wish those dumb asses at the security company would place me at a location closer to home. I mean, there's a grocery store right next to my apartment. I could work security there overnight and I'd never be late. Sadly, the brain trust at the security company seldom considers logistics and they don't give a shit whether they inconvenience a guard. We're not people to them, we're faceless goons in uniforms working minimum wage jobs. Fuck these bastards, man. Fuck them.

I can't sleep and it's got nothing to do with the traffic noise outside or the bright sunlight which filters through the drapes I pulled over my bedroom windows. No, the reason I can't sleep is because of my asshole roommate Lenny. A stocky Black guy with an ugly mug. Like a lot of Haitian guys in Canada, Lenny has as a thing for fat white chicks. He's dating one from eastern Europe. Bosnia or some shit. I don't remember her name and honestly I don't care. She comes over every weekend and they spend all their time in his bedroom, fucking or talking. Sometimes both. I don't give a shit what they do together, except that they make a lot of noise and as a guy who spends five nights a week patrolling the aisles of a deserted grocery store, I need some fucking sleep. Lenny and I have had numerous arguments over the amount of noise he makes. I cannot stand that motherfucker. I really hope he moves out this coming August and I can find another roommate. Someone who's cool, easygoing, cleans up after himself, won't start stupid arguments and won't bug me. Is that too much to ask?

Finally, around ten I get up, frustrated at the amount of noise that Lenny is making. It's Monday so his favorite fat white slut isn't at the apartment. She is wherever she goes during the work week. I don't like arguments under my own roof but I've got to tell the dude to shut the fuck up. He won't listen to reason. So far I've put stuff in his food to give him diarrhea, and I've dropped his mail in the trash can of the park across the street from our apartment building. The fool never suspects me because he's seriously dumb. All muscles and all dick, and apparently no brains whatsoever. What a simpleton. Hey, if you're shaking your head at this, please understand. The guy is rude and obnoxious. He's dirty and doesn't clean up after himself. We get into a lot of arguments because his dumb ass girlfriend flushes her tampons down the toilet and gets it clogged, and Lenny won't pay for the repairs. I won't pay either so I have no choice but to go to the superintendent. And since I'm often behind on my rent because of my spending habits, that complicates things. Finally, Lenny leaves for the day. I go back to bed at eleven o'clock that morning. Blissfully I fall asleep. I sleep like the dead, by the way. I don't dream. I don't know why. Hmmm. Whatever. Dreams are overrated any way. 

Around two o'clock I wake up. I feel surprisingly refreshed. I hear a thump outside my door. It's the superintendent. He left two things. My copy of the Ottawa Sun newspaper, which I'm subscribed to but forgot to pick at the entrance. Why? Um, I came in quickly this morning because I didn't want the superintendent to see me. I'm a six-foot-one, 250-pound Black guy. I'm brown and chubby, and not exactly light-footed. Sneaking around doesn't come easy to me. I pick up the paper, and tell myself I'll leave the superintendent the check for this month's rent. He's a nice guy. The only asshole in this building is Lenny. Everyone else is nice, including me. I look at the plain brown box marked United States Postal Service. UPS. I smile and rip it open. I've finally received a copy of the book I've been writing. It's about the life of a bisexual Black man from a conservative community living in North America. His family, his friends and his ups and downs. I've written the book a year ago and have sought a publisher for ages. I finally landed a deal with this print-on-demand publisher. It looks nice. Glossy cover. Cool. I smile, and read the note. It tells me that the book will be available for sale on Amazon.com in a few months. Nice!

Man, this just about makes my day. I go to the kitchen and prepare breakfast slash lunch. A box of ready-made rice with frozen meat from Lob Laws. I heat it up for six minutes in the microwave and then wash it down with two cups of orange juice. Since I still feel hungry, I heat up two hot dogs and chow down. Finally sated, I step into the washroom. I shit, shower, brush my teeth and exit. Before exiting, I take my security uniform and wash it in the tub with water and Irish Spring soap. I am not spending money in the laundry machine downstairs. I wash my clothes by hand, then put them on hangars before putting them on the clothesline outside. It connects my building to another one. I tape the two hangars together, so that my security uniform shirt and Black pants don't fall down and get dirty. Someone has been messing with my stuff when I leave it hanging outside to dry lately. I suspect Lenny but it could also be this bozo named Stuart, the stocky and thick-eyebrow-wearing nephew of the superintendent Kyle. Stuart is not right in the head. I have seen him talking to himself many times. Not random words, mind you. We're talking full conversations here. Dumb ass. 

I go back to my bedroom and get dressed. I pick out a long-sleeved red T-shirt featuring Fat Albert, and dark blue dress pants. I always wear dark dress pants. I've only got two pairs of Black pants from the security company so I use my own stuff to supplement my uniform for my shifts. I take out the only other security uniform shirt I've got, put it in a plastic bag and put it inside my blue and white backpack. The backpack has the Carleton University logo on it, in bold letters. I bought it on campus. I'm really proud of it. Even though I slack off everywhere else, I'm always on point at school. This Black man is no slouch in the brains department. I had A's for all of the classes I took during the 2011-2012 academic year. I'm a Criminology student. Deviant behavior fascinates me, starting with my own. Unlike the fools you read about in the papers I don't do any crazy shit and I keep my ass out of the papers. I just like to prank fools sometimes, and then again only the ones who got it coming. Like Lenny.  

I leave the check for this month's rent in my mailbox. The mail dude already went by so I guess my superintendent will pick it up. I text him. I step out, and the warmth and brightness outside automatically puts a smile on my face. I'm walking to the bus stop. Lots of people walking around. I see this hijab-wearing Arab chick walking around with a Black dude wearing a funny hat. My section of Vanier is full of Somalis and Arabs, along with some Asians and white people. I recognize the Arab chick, she goes to Carleton University. I wave at her and she smiles and waves back. The Black Muslim dude with her stares at me. I sigh inwardly as I lock eyes with him. Dude, don't even try me. I don't suffer fools. You don't want me to focus my attention on you. They walk away. I keep walking, and the sight of a big-booty blonde-haired White woman walking nearby makes me smile. Hot damn. White women in Canada got booty. They sure are different from the ones I knew in Massachusetts. 

As I walk to cross the street and reach the bus stop, I see the number nine bus from downtown to Hurdman Station coming. It's three in the afternoon. If I catch this one, I'll catch the three thirty bus number four to Carleton University at Hurdman. If I don't, I'll arrive late on campus. There's a lot of cars on the road. Heavy traffic around this time. I push the button on the metallic pole. Come on, light. Change for a brother. Nope. Cars keep rolling, and the bus is coming. I frigging hate it when it leaves when I'm a heartbeat away. I sigh. Shall I take a chance? Hmm. If I'm too slow, I could get hit by a car and end up street pizza. Dead. I bet that would just about thrill my uncle, aunt and cousins in Orleans. They all hate my guts. They live in the south end of Ottawa. They hate me because I'm fairly open about being bisexual, which is taboo in Haitian society. I have only been with three girls and zero guys in my life but I know what I feel and I accept myself the way I am. I won't follow the politics of self-denial of a conservative community. That makes me persona non grata, my stance on human sexuality. Whatever. Nobody lives forever. I step off the curb, and race in front of oncoming traffic.

As I race in front of SUVs, trucks and whatever else goes on four wheels, I hear screeching tires. I make a mad dash for the sidewalk and vault just as a minivan almost slams into me. I land safely on the sidewalk. Behind me, drivers are honking their horns. People are swearing in French, English and a few languages I don't know. One angry-looking middle-aged white woman shouts something. I cheerfully show her my middle finger. I spot three people at the bus stop. A tall Arab guy, a Chinese woman and a white guy. They stare at me like I've got two heads. I smile and tell them that no one lives forever. They don't say nada and keep staring. I scoff, and smile as the number nine bus pulls up. The white guy and the Arab man step toward the bus but I block them. Hey, I'm bigger than both of them and this is Vanier, land of roughnecks. Don't fuck me with the big hairy Black man if you know what's good for you. I let the Chinese woman step in front of me. She is surprised, but smiles. I nod and smile, then go to the middle of the bus. I hold onto a metallic pole thingy and enjoy the ride. No, not like that. The bus is packed. Soccer moms. White guys with Black women. Asian guys with Hindu chicks. Fat white women with skinny Black guys. Hijab-wearing Arab women in loose shirts and tight pants talking on their cell phones. Middle-aged white people dressed in business attire, your prototypical Ottawa government workers. All the flavors of my new city.

As I stand there and wait for the bus to get to Hurdman, my phone starts to vibrate. It's an imitation Blackberry, a piece of crap from Telus. I pick it up, and instantly smile. Guess who's calling? It's Andrea. Who is Andrea? This tall, cute and curvy Black chick I met at the movie theater almost a month ago. I went to the theater by myself to see The Dictator, and there I met this fine Black chick. I wondered what she was doing there by herself. Anyhow, we ended up talking and when I asked her for her number, she took mine. I thought that was the end of it, that she wouldn't call but she did. We've become pretty cool friends since then, and we regularly go to the movies together. Andrea is smart, funny and wickedly cool. The ladies in Ottawa haven't exactly showed me love in the past. Maybe because I'm different and my honest ways turns them off. Whatever. Andrea is different and I think she's awesome. I smile and ask her how she's doing. Her throaty voice answers, and we start chatting away.

I smile as Andrea tells me about her day. I like so many things about this young woman. She's twenty two. I'm twenty seven. I feel like I've only been alive since I moved to Ontario three years ago. My days in Massachusetts were, um, less than productive. My parents still live in the island of Haiti and they left me in the care of my sociopathic aunt in Massachusetts for ten years. Suffering all kinds of torment at the hands of a woman truly without conscience did nothing to turn me into an upstanding citizen. I moved to Canada for school and work, and also to live. Since moving to Canada, I've gotten a job, I have enrolled in university and also dated certain young ladies. I wasn't allowed to do any of the above while living in Massachusetts under the thumb of a truly wicked person who took advantage of the fact that as an undocumented immigrant, I had no options and no choices. Canada gave me options and choices. I feel alive now that I'm here. I have a job. I'm a university student. I have my own apartment. I pay taxes. I go to church twice a week, because I never stopped believing in God even though I hate humanity. Yes, I have a life at last.

As much as I like my life in Ontario, it was sorely lacking until Andrea came along. This beautiful young Haitian woman is hot, sassy and funny. She is turning me from a recluse into an extrovert. I met more people through her in a month than I would have in a year by myself. Sometimes, I honestly think I'm falling for Andrea. Given what she's told me of her past romantic fiascos, I don't think she's looking for a boyfriend at the moment. Well, I'll keep her in my life as my amazing new friend and keep my fingers crossed, eh? Andrea is going on and on about her day, and asks me about mine. I tell her about Lenny and how I pranked him by putting eye drops in his food and drink. Dude spent hours on the can over the weekend. He blames it on the food he bought at a nearby Haitian restaurant, the fool. Nope, idiot. It was me. All me. 

Andrea laughs. I love her laugh. I like her smile, and the fact that she likes to go Dutch when we're hanging out. She's friendly, sexy, a wonderful friend and she's good to me. That's the kind of woman I want in my life. If I ever have a successful romantic relationship. For years I feared that exposure to my aunt's sociopathic qualities at a young age irreversibly damaged me. I don't think like other people. I'm impulsive. Sometimes, I lack remorse. And that bothers me most of all because I hate sociopaths. I've seen firsthand what they can do to the innocent when there's nobody around to stop them. If I could get rid of all the sociopaths on the planet with a virus or something, I would do it in a heartbeat. Whoa, sorry for droning on and on like that. Back to Andrea. She asks me what I'm doing this Thursday. Nada, that's my answer. Laughing, she tells me she wants to treat me to a movie. We're going to see Prometheus together. Damn, that's hot. I am so happy I could jump. Last week, Andrea and I went to the movies to see the third installment of Men In Black. I treated her to a good time because I had the cash. Now I'm almost broke. And she's coming to my rescue. What a woman!

Andrea and I make our plans and I grin as I step off the bus. We've arrived at Hurdman. I catch the number four bus to Carleton University and it's packed with students. Summer school at Carleton. Fun. The bus is loaded with hot girls. All kinds of hot girls. Tall, slender white chicks with blonde hair and blue eyes wearing Daisy Dukes. Fine, curvy Black women with tight shorts and loose shirts. Hijab-wearing Somali women and Arab women with what appears to be nice, big butts under their long flowing skirts. Can't hide what you got, ladies. You either have it or you don't. 

Hot damn. The City of Ottawa is full of hot women. No matter your race, nationality, religion or whatever, odds are they've got what you want around here. I notice all the pretty ladies and I don't feel nada for them. My heart has been claimed by a certain Haitian tomboy who loves science fiction movies and celebrity trivia. Andrea. My Andrea. The bus arrives at Carleton University. I've got a class at five. It's from five to seven. A forensics class. After class, I usually chill in the school library's second floor, browsing Facebook while watching Smallville and Supernatural music video tributes on YouTube. Around nine thirty, I usually leave campus to catch the bus to Rideau Center. From there I'll catch the bus to Kanata and hopefully arrive at work on time for my overnight. It's my life. As I make my way to class, I am still smiling. Andrea and I have been talking for a good forty five minutes. I wish her goodbye just as I sit down in class, in the southernmost building not far from the school library. I'm lucky she's in my life.



A Day in the Life of an Angel



The time is 2009. The place is the city of Boston, Massachusetts. The protagonist is none other than yours truly, of course. My name is Hazel. I'm a fallen Archangel and one of the most powerful ones out there. Like all of my fallen brethren, I have had to adapt to life on the planet Earth. Angels fall from Grace for different reasons. The First Wave of the Fallen were the followers of Lucifer Morningstar who left the Kingdom of Heaven of their own free will. Since then, many have left Heaven. Some no longer wanted a life of servitude. It happens. Me? I left Heaven because of a philosophical disagreement with the Lord. Nothing more, and nothing less.

You see, the Lord doesn't take disagreement too well. Seriously. He's like that. I landed on Earth, and made a life for myself here. A lot of you might wonder why an archangel would voluntarily leave the Kingdom of Heaven and come to Earth. Well, Heaven isn't all it's cracked up to be. And there are no people there. Only angels and God. When a human dies, his or her soul goes to a pocket reality to await judgment. They are judged by a numerous host of high-ranking angels presided over by my former colleagues, the Archangels Michael, Gabriel and Raphael. They are the Big Three where I come from. The Voices of the Lord. The Hands of Heaven. The Princes of Might. The souls of good men and good women don't go to Heaven. They go to Paradise, a place which is an exact replica of the planet Earth, except it's inhabited by good people. It's a blissful place.

The souls of evil men and evil women go to what humans in their limited understanding call Hell. Hell is a place. It's as real as you and me. But it's not what you think. In Hell, a wicked person gets to relive the worst events of his or her life, over and over again. It's not all fire and brimstone. It's different for everyone. There are no angels in Hell. No faithful angels or fallen angels. There are only the souls of wicked people, and the Demons who delight in tormenting them. It's not a fun place to be. I hope you never end up there. Treasure your time on earth, folks. Seriously. 

I really like it down here. Over the course of millennia, I've had to reinvent myself time and again. I've been a warrior, a healer, a messenger, and a wanderer. Always a wanderer. Eternity can feel quite lonely when you're all by yourself. Scholars from many religions imagine fallen angels as dwelling in some fiery pit deep below the earth. That is so inaccurate. We're right here with you. We look like ordinary people. Most of the time. We can make ourselves look like anyone, male or female, black or white. Angels are spirits. We have no gender, or ethnicity. In our natural state, we exist as pure energy made sentient. Our shape-shifting abilities are second to none.

Take me, for example. These days, I'm a patrol officer with the Boston Police Department. A six-foot-three, broad-shouldered and muscular, burly man in his mid-thirties with dark brown skin, short black hair and hazel eyes. I go by the name of Jackson Albright. I live in a nice little apartment in the South End. I pay taxes. I own a bright red Hummer. 2005 model. Yeah, I made a fairly decent life for myself in Bean Town. I like my life now. It's okay. It's the first time in ages that I've been black or male. And a policeman to boot. Wow. In my last incarnation, I was a white female reporter in Northern Ireland. It was fun while it lasted but I had to move on eventually. 

The city of Boston is my new home. And it's under my protection. Fallen angels aren't the only supernatural entities on the planet Earth. There are Demons here too. A lot of people make the mistake of assuming that fallen angels are Demons. We aren't. Demons are something else entirely. Angels, whether faithful or fallen, are beings of pure energy and pure thought. Demons are essentially rage and malice given form. We are spirit. They are flesh. Demons have many powers. They can read minds. They can shape-shift at will. They can teleport, and turn invisible. They can manipulate matter and energy in ways that would astound you. Like my fellow angels and myself, Demons are immortal. But they're limited in power and knowledge just like angels are limited in power and knowledge. Sorry for the theology lesson, I just wanted you to understand certain things.

The city of Boston is infested with Demons. They're everywhere. They can look like anyone. They're not ugly, horned creatures with glowing red eyes and spiked tails. They look like people. Often, people you trust. Your husband or wife, brother or sister, father or mother, son or daughter, uncle or aunt, cousin, nephew or nice, grandfather or grandmother. They can be that cute guy at work you like, the hot chick who works at your favorite restaurant, or your favorite professor. They can be the quiet, friendly librarian in your hometown, the grim cop in the squad car, or the stern judge on the bench. Demons are everywhere. And they can be anyone. Their shape-shifting abilities are second only to those of angels. And ordinary humanity is hapless against them. Humans have forgotten all knowledge of magic. They've forgotten just about everything from the old ways. That's such a shame. In a world that doesn't believe they exist, Demons are having a field day.

Many people think that fallen angels associate with Demons. Some of us do. Hey, there are misguided fools in every group, alright? Most of us don't care to mix with Demons. And there is a good reason why. Demons are pure evil. They have no conscience, no empathy and feel no remorse. They get pleasure from only one thing, the destruction of others. Fallen angels are sensate beings, capable of both good and evil. Just like people. Demons are bad news, folks. And it so happens that Geraldine O'Shea, the Chief of Police in Boston, is a high-ranking Succubus. The Succubus is a powerful type of female demon. You see, Demons are matriarchal. A powerful Succubus called the Matriarch rules over the Legion, as Demon units are called. The Matriarch's second-in-command is the Alpha, the strongest male Demon in the Legion, and that's the Incubus. 

As far as I know, there are perhaps three hundred fallen angels in the city of Boston. And tens of thousands of Demons. We tend to avoid each other, for obvious reasons. Demons go about their business. Essentially, they enjoy making the world worse. They ensure that innocent men go to jail and guilty people walk free. They ensure that people snap for no apparent reason and commit terrible deeds. They encourage ordinary men and women to destroy their workplaces, relationships and families. Not that every human being in the city needs a Demon to do the terrible things that men and women are capable of. Oh, no. It's just that quite often Demons give you that extra burst of encouragement you need to do something really messed up. They can't make you commit murder. But they're more than happy to tell you where there's a gun or knife handy if you feel like ending someone's life. They can't push you to commit suicide. But they'll happily provide you with the rope to hang yourself and tell you where there's a bridge if you feel like jumping. Do you get what I'm trying to say?

Let's focus on other matters, for the moment. Right now, I'm in my car waiting for my partner to come back from a doughnut run. My partner at the Boston Police Department is a bumbling cop named Arnold O'Neil. I call him A.C. for short. A.C. is a stocky, red-haired Irishman who's a fourth-generation Boston policeman. When we first met, I wasn't thrilled with him. Arnold was loud, opinionated and quite politically incorrect. He flirted with female cops and female suspects. He loved to drink his Irish whiskey and lived for amateur boxing. A real gung-ho kind of guy. No one could have predicted we'd become the best of friends. 

A.C. comes back into the car with coffee and donuts in his hands. He offers me some. I decline. I don't eat or drink. I also don't piss, fart, or shit. I'm not made of flesh and blood. I'm a spirit. A.C. shrugs, and proceeds to stuff himself full of donuts while I drive away. We're in the Back Bay and according to the dispatcher, something is happening at a community bank on Mass Ave. We're on it. Arnold wonders aloud why stuff always happens on his shift. Most cops are bored out of their minds on the shifts. Arnold and I seem to often get some excitement. We're often on duty when some guy shoots his co-workers, some woman goes nuts and kills her lover, or some shit like that. We never seem to get the normal stuff. 

I punch up the speed and we head to the bank. There are two squad cars there, and I can see a news van pulling up. Apparently, there's a hostage situation in the bank. Two people, a man and a woman wearing ski masks, went in guns blazing. In this recession, lots of folk are turning to crime. I am not surprised. Just another day on the job for me and Arnold, folks. There is a patrol supervisor at the scene. A tall, blonde-haired woman built like an Olympic athlete. Officer Jennifer Clyde. Daughter of precinct sergeant John Clyde III. Upon seeing us, she welcomes us to the fray by asking us to get the civilians to step back. Her partner is a tall white guy with blond hair. Officer Robert Wayne. The resident Demon. The moment I see him, I know what he is. And he knows what I am. Arnold and I comply with the supervisor's order. We were barely out of earshot when Arnold made a remark about Officer Jennifer Clyde having the nicest ass he's seen all day. I shake my head. Same old Arnie. We take our positions after making sure the civilians are out of harm's way. From inside the bank, shots are fired. The supervisor requests for a hostage negotiator on the scene even as the news van comes along. Yeah, just another day on the job for this fallen angel turned cop. I'll let you know how it worked out.



A Day in the Life of Angeline, 34



6:30 - Wake up, scratch vulva. Smell fingers.

6:35 - Shower, urinate in shower, hold breath while doing so. Desire to stay home instead of going to work.

6:48 - Study vulva in mirror. Remember what it looked like shaved last summer.

6:50 - Wonder what it would look like if again shaved. Hope new boyfriend, Alan, doesn't ask.

6:50 - Apply makeup, hoping that Brendan in Accounting will notice.

7:00 - Shave armpits. Recall that friend Kevin likes female armpits, legs, vulva, and buttocks hairy.

7:14 - Momentarily hold breasts up, call them by their names Monique and Babette. Weigh them in hands; kiss them. Wink at self in mirror; blush.

7:20 - Put on heels; ignore pain. Wonder why heels exist at all.

7:28 - Grab coffee, apple and energy bar, leave for work.

7:30 - Drive to work. Finger clitoris while in traffic jam. Smell fingers while sure that no one is looking. Check hair in mirror. Wonder whether it is attractive-enough to men.

7:31 - Fail to realize that judgment of women's beauty occurs mostly among other women.

7:35 - Extend analysis of nearby aggressive male driver to entire male sex.

7:40 - Pass gas out loud. Roll down window.

7:41 - Turn on public radio and listen to debate on foreign claims of U.S. imperialism. Synthesize competing views in head, arrive at conclusion.

8:04 - Greet secretary at office; wonder whether secretary is truly happy.

8:05 - Notice great ass on new personnel assistant. Compare to own.

8:08 - Attack pile of papers on desk. Consider junior year in college, when acting major switched to business administration major.

8:08 - Realize that acting rarely puts a luxury condo, an Infiniti, and a $60,000 salary in one's life.

8:08 - Consider acting in porn to make money.

8:08 - Contemplate a new dress that will grab Brendan's attention and put the new personnel assistant to shame.

10:00 - Wonder why self is in this ridiculous rat race. Realize that self really IS acting.

10:35 - While fielding boring business calls, squeeze thighs together and orgasm, imagining the clients are sexy men.

10:45 - While fielding boring business call from female, squeeze thighs together and orgasm, imagining the woman is licking pussy.

10:55 - Experience penis envy for a moment while preparing to sit and urinate.

10:56 - Experience embarrassment while urinating in employee restroom with manager of accounts receivable washing her hands five feet away.

10:57 - Wonder why embarrassment surrounds natural body functions.

10:57 - Wonder whether men feel the same way.

11:22 - Call boyfriend, briefly admire his career-driven nature. Discuss goals in life, analyze own feelings of disillusionment. Surf Web for interior decorating tips.

1:30 - During impromptu water cooler meeting, fail to express otherwise well-thought-out positions on Middle East violence, education funding, taxes, and Social Security.

2:00 - Plan trip to Macy's to ogle clothing that will only affect other women.

3:00 - At department meeting, wonder which male has the largest penis. Imagine riding it while being watched by department staff.

3:01 - Wonder which men have happy wives/girlfriends.

5:40 - Experience wetness in the drive home while thinking about the personnel assistant's ass. Fear possible lesbianism.

6:00 - Arrive home, walk past pile of books about how to attain happiness, shed clothes, put on sweats and t-shirt. Fart out loud.

6:20 - Eat packaged, lowfat supper of pasta and vegetables, followed by bowl of chocolate ice cream. Belch out loud. Consider getting a personal chef.

7:00 - Talk to Alan on phone, query him about climbing the corporate ladder.

7:30 - Call mother. Dodge issue of when self will get married. Sigh.

8:30 - Do paperwork.

9:00 - Watch Sex and the City. Conclude that characters are all vapid sluts, but envy them anyway.

9:56 - Watch commercial for Girls Gone Wild. Experience horniness, not at the sight of naked women, but at the thrill of sexual abandon.

10:00 - Have vague notion that own life has gone from carefree play to work-, appearance-, and status-oriented farce.

10:00 - Wonder whether any semblance of "real living" will enter own life.

10:04 - Dismiss Colin, boyfriend of five years past, who insisted that putting in a good heating system was as much an act of love as buying a diamond ring.

10:05 - Brood over departure of Colin, who also hated high heels, very thin bodies, fashion, and women who criticized their appearance.

10:05 - Fail to realize that Colin describes most men.

10:07 - Fret about appearance.

10:09 - Study naked body in mirror. Sigh. Decide to shave vulva out of conviction that Alan will prefer it that way when seeing it for first time on next date.

10:50 - Study smooth vulva in mirror. Admire softness. Experience feeling of selling out.

10:55 - In bed, scratch vulva. Calculate number of days since penis last touched it: 188. Vow that that number will not reach 200.

10:56 - Turn on vibrator. Fantasize about being ravaged by Brendan while passing instrument over clitoris. Feel guilty that Brendan is not Alan.

11:10 - Have moaning orgasm. See image of Colin at moment of climax.

11:15 - Pray to God for first time in eleven months. Fall asleep, snore, drool, dream about mountain of work that will never get done, quitting job in disgust, finding a blue-collar boyfriend, and living a rustic life with a size 14 body, no razors, a career in local theater, and a man who puts in heating systems. 



A Day in the Life of Dr. Smithers



Clayton Smithers was really glad he had listened to his mother when she told him he should become a doctor. Mom had always told him it would be a lot of work but worth it in money and prestige. She had been only part right. Hardly any work had been required, just learning the jargon and technical terms by studying books and papers written by psychiatrists who had taken the hard route to obtaining their degrees. Clayton Smithers had taken the easy route, buying his degree from the best diploma mill he could find, receiving an impressive document and also references from the psychiatric hospitals where he had supposedly interned and served his residency. Anybody could contact these hospitals and when the county medical board did, the diploma mill provided glowing letters of recommendation from them. The diploma hadn’t been cheap and there were still some maintenance expenses such as the letters but the phony doctor had earned his investment back many times over. Mom had been right about the prestige and the money and those were great but Clayton usually thought the best part of all was the terrific sex he had with his patients. 

His principal “treatment” method was hypnosis. This was the only psychiatric tool he had ever bothered to learn and he was good at it. Since he was strictly a heterosexual, all his patients were women and once they were under his control in a hypnotic trance, they would do anything he wanted. Clayton had an extensive videotape library of the women doing what he wanted and, enjoyable as the sex had been, he often thought that watching them and himself on videotape was sometimes even better. Being sucked off by the town’s social leader had been very pleasant but subsequent viewings of that august lady licking cum from his cock were even better. 

On this one particular day, his first patient was Mrs. Brown, a very good looking and large-breasted young married woman whose husband thought she was frigid, and they wanted her to be treated for it. Clayton didn’t think she was very frigid; she had certainly enjoyed it when he had fucked her on their first session, cumming after about five minutes and again ten minutes later. Clayton had very much enjoyed the session too and, after looking over all his appointments, he decided he would fuck her again. Although reasonably virile, he didn’t want to wear himself out so he usually only had sex with one or sometimes two patients in a day, and Mrs. Brown seemed to be the hottest one who would be seeing him that day.

“Doctor Smithers, Mrs. Brown is here to see you,” announced Miss Crocker, his assistant and office staff. Miss Crocker was in on the scam but, being heterosexual, she wanted nothing to do with the sex part of it. She knew about the videotape collection, kept it neatly cataloged and had even seen some of them, but she had no interest with sex with the women who came to call on her employer or with him either. She was willing to settle for being paid three times the amount she would have gotten for a similar job with a genuine doctor.

“Thank you, Miss Crocker. That will be all. Good morning, Mrs. Brown, and how are you today?” The assistant left, closing the door behind herself. 

“I’m really worried that I’m not a real woman, Doctor. The last time I made love with my husband, I didn’t have an orgasm. He was very disappointed and I’m afraid he might leave me for someone who is more responsive. I think my last session here helped, and I felt really good when I left.” 

“I’m sure we helped you too and I believe we can do even more for you today. Sit in this chair her and I will hypnotize you and see what we can do to get to the cause of your problem.” From what she had told him, Clayton knew the cause was that her husband was an inconsiderate jerk who didn’t give his wife enough foreplay and ejaculated too quickly. He would never tell her that, though.

After a few minutes of his soothing voice and concentrating on a rotating ball, Mrs. Brown was in a deep trance. Clayton tested her by asking some key questions and then by fondling one of her plumply sexy breasts. When she made no protest except to giggle, he knew she was ready for his “treatment”. 

“Susan, I am your husband, Richard. What do you think of me?”

“I love you very much Richard and I’m sorry to be such a disappointment to you. I really wish I was more of a woman, like you deserve. I’m sorry to be so frigid that I don’t have an orgasm when you make love to me.”

“Very well, Susan. We will try it again today but we will have to use that sofa over there instead of our bed. Go over there and take off all your clothes.” Susan went to the sofa that the phony doctor was indicating and started undressing. While she was occupied with that, the “doctor” went to the video camera, made sure it was focused properly and turned it on. The first things it recorded were Susan Brown removing her undergarments and sitting, totally naked on the sofa.

The next thing it recorded was her “husband” approaching her while undressing. When he reached her, he stopped and removed the rest of his clothing, hanging it neatly on the nearby coat rack because he had more “patients to see that day. In anticipation of what was going to be happening for the next two hours, his cock was stiff and ready. Putting one hand on his “wife’s” shoulder he gave her directions.

Suck my cock, Susan. If you love me and don’t want to disappoint me by being frigid, take my cock into your mouth and suck on it. Susan knelt in front of the man who was pretending to be her husband and took his cock into her mouth. After a few strokes, she was moving her head back and forth, taking his cock all the way into her mouth with every stroke.

Watching his cock sliding in and out of his victim’s pretty face gave Clayton Smithers a great deal of pleasure and knowing he would be able to watch the videotape later gave him even more. The most pleasure, though, came from the marvelous feeling of her lips squeezing his shaft as she moved her face back and forth, applying just the right amount of pressure to give him the most enjoyment. He decided that he would cum into her mouth and eat her pussy and fuck, and that would be enough sex for the day.

“Let me sit on the sofa, Honey, and you can kneel in front of me,” he suggested, staying in character. Susan took her cock off his mouth and moved out of the way so the man she believed to be her beloved husband could sit down and be sucked off. Clayton knew exactly where the video camera was focused and he made sure his cock would be in the middle of the picture. Once he was comfortable, she made him even more comfortable, bobbing her head up and down and stroking his cock with her mouth.

“Do you like this, Richard,” she asked, taking his cock out of her mouth and rubbing it against one of her big, erect nipples.

“Oooo, yeah, Susan. That feels really good. Keep doing that.”

Susan continued to pleasure the phony doctor with her breasts, rubbing one nipple and then the other against the head of his cock for a few minutes each. After that she wrapped her lovely breasts around Clayton’s shaft and moved them up and down, licking his cock on every stroke. He knew he was getting close to cumming so he told her, “That feels good, Honey but I like it even more in your mouth.”

She immediately enveloped his throbbing cock in her mouth, and a few strokes later, he ejaculated onto her tongue. “Swallow that, Honey, and lick off everything and swallow that too, if you love me.”

After she had done what was required to “prove her love”, her phony husband told her “You sit there now Honey. I want to do the same thing for you.”

Kneeling in front of the naked young woman, Clayton gave her further instructions. “Slide forward so your sweet little ass is on the edge of the sofa. That’s it. Now put your legs on my shoulders. Once his “patient” was in place, the “doctor” wrapped his arms around her thighs, leaned forward and started gently licking at her pussy lips. For several minutes he enjoyed himself, licking the lips on both sides of her vagina, starting at their origin and licking them to where her clit hood began. Susan was enjoying herself also and her pussy was fucking into his face.

This is about the least frigid woman I know of, he thought, listening to her moans of pleasure and relishing the taste of her pussy and the way it felt to his face and tongue. For almost ten minutes, he pleasured himself and Susan, eating her pussy while she thrashed around on the sofa, her thighs alternating squeezing and releasing his head. Finally, his mouth went to her clit, which was swollen and protruding from its protective hood. At first, he licked, then his fingers peeled back the protective hood and he sucked on her adorable love toy. 

After about a minute of sucking on her sweetest of sweet spots, Susan started cumming, jamming her pussy into his face and squeezing his head with her thighs. Clayton loved it when women, especially women as sexy as Susan Brown climaxed while he was eating their pussies and he continued sucking on her clit until she reached orgasm, her body giving a sudden jerk, followed by completely relaxing on the sofa. With his “patient” slumped on the sofa regaining her strength, the “doctor” went to his small washroom and wiped her pussy juices from his face. When he returned, he took a condom from his desk drawer and put it on his cock, which was stiff and ready for Susan Brown’s extremely enticing pussy.

“Oh, Richard, that was wonderful. I loved the way you made love to me. I hope we can do it some more.”

“Of course, Honey, but right now I have something else in mind, and it will be wonderful too. Lie down on the sofa there, and spread your legs.”

Susan eagerly did as she was told. His cock is not very big and her pussy was still very wet so Clayton easily penetrated her all the way and started stroking in and out of her. This and the earlier blowjob would be the only sex he would have that day so he wanted to take his time and enjoy the lovely young body that was writhing on the sofa under him. She was moaning too, from pleasure and fucking her pussy back to meet him. “This is one hot chick,” he said to himself, for the umpteenth time, and continued to fuck with slow deep strokes.

“Oh, Richard, I’m cumming,” she cried out happily, and squeezed her partner’s hips with her legs and his shoulders with her arms. Clayton continued fucking with slow strokes as long as Susan continued cumming, until she climaxed, abruptly squeezing him with her arms and legs. Expecting her to cum a second time, he continued to fuck, but he slid his body forward on top of her to get more contact between his cock and her clit. He also started driving his cock into her faster. 

Fifteen minutes later, fifteen of the best minutes he could remember, Susan was again moaning and thrashing on the sofa under him, ready for another climax. Faster and faster, cock and pussy caressed each other until Susan again cried out that she was cumming and squeezed the legs and shoulders of the man on top of her. This time, when she climaxed, he continued to fuck her pussy even faster until the muscles in his ass clenched and his guts slide out of him as he climaxed, filling his condom with semen. 

For a few minutes the naked man and woman lay on the sofa, she with a warm glow of love for the man she believed to be her husband, after he had satisfied her so well sexually. The man also felt a warm glow, partly because of the great sex he had just finished having and mainly because of the control he was able to exercise over the beautiful woman who was lying under him and many more like her. Susan Brown, like the other women he took advantage of sexually, was allotted two hour appointments and he was magnanimous in only charging her for one. The other women, the ones he didn’t want for sex partners and just cheated financially, only rated one hour appointments. There was just under half an hour left of Susan’s allotted two hours so it was time to get her cleaned up and for him to get dressed again.

The condom was to avoid pregnancy and any sexually transmitted diseases, because Clayton Smithers didn’t want anything messing up his sweet racket. He also didn’t want to leave any DNA evidence in any pussies. When one of his victims sucked him off, he always had her wash her mouth out with a strong mouthwash, making sure there was no evidence left there either. After Susan Brown was once again clean and washed and presentable, still glowing from the great sex with, she believed, her husband, Clayton gave her his final instructions.

“Mrs. Brown, I am Doctor Smithers. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“When I clap my hands, you will awaken and you will remember nothing of what has happened while you were asleep. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Good.” The phony doctor clapped his hands and Mrs. Brown stirred suddenly, blinked, looked around and remembered where she was. 

“Oh, Doctor, how did things go?” she asked.

“Quite well, Mrs. Brown. I believe I have gotten closer to the root of your problem and we can explore this line further on your next appointment.” As he spoke, he was writing some lies in the medical record he kept on Mrs. Brown, just in case anybody ever saw it, although he considered that to be extremely unlikely. Clayton Smithers took as few chances as he could.

“Call my assistant for an appointment,” he instructed Mrs. Brown as he escorted her through the door that opened directly into the hallway opposite the door where his victims entered. He didn’t want any of his “patients” meeting in his waiting room and possibly comparing experiences. 

“That was really great,” Clayton told himself, thinking about the hour of sex he had just enjoyed with Susan Brown. “Her husband is an idiot, not to know what a jewel he has there.” 

The next woman who was due to come in was fat but with a pretty face. There was a videotape of her sucking him off, and Clayton enjoyed watching it sometimes. “Today, once she’s under,” he thought, “I think I’ll make her masturbate with a dildo. That’ll be fun to watch. Maybe I’ll have her use it in her ass.”

Without warning, as Clayton Smithers was deciding what to do with his next victim, a large man wearing a cheap suit walked through the door and announced himself. “Mr. Smithers, I am Detective Callahan from the Fraud Unit and you are under arrest.”

“That’s Doctor Smithers and I…..

“Mister Smithers. I know all about your bogus degree. As I started to say, you are under arrest for fraud and rape by deception. Anything you say can and will be used against you. You are entitled to the advice of legal counsel and if you can’t afford a lawyer one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these warnings?”

“This is an outrage! I am a respected member of the medical community!”

“You are a phony. We busted the diploma mill and got their list of customers. Phonies like you are being nailed all over the country. Do you understand the Miranda Warning I just gave you?”

“Yes, of course I do, and I hope that you understand that I’ll have your badge and sue the police department for this outrage.”

“Be my guest, but with the evidence from the diploma mill and the videotapes, you’ll be laughed out of court.”

“How dare you! Those videotapes are confidential medical records.”

“No they’re not. They’re just movies of you getting your cookies with a lot of women. Even if you were a real doctor, which you’re not, the women on those tapes are so pissed off at you that most of them have agreed to let us use them as evidence, which shoots down their confidentiality.”

“You obtained them illegally. You didn’t have a search warrant.”

“We didn’t need one. We leaned on your assistant and agreed to go light on her in exchange for her cooperation. She had custody of the tapes and let us see all of them we wanted, and she will also testify in court.”

“You’ll never make it stick. I’ll hire the best lawyer in town and beat this trumped up case.”

“You won’t be able to afford that but, like I said, a lawyer will be appointed for you. We have impounded all your bank accounts and seized all your assets because everything you own was obtained through illegal means. After I march you down to the squad car, some people will come in here and clean out your offices also. Whatever we sell the stuff for will go to the women you ripped off. Now, turn around because I have to put these handcuffs on you.”

As the detective marched the handcuffed Clayton Smithers past Miss Crocker, his former assistant, and her police escort, he had some more bad news. “I see by your videotapes that you’ve had a lot of sex partners. You probably won’t be very happy to know that you will continue to have a lot of sex partners, although of a different variety. When those hardcore cons at the penitentiary see your soft, white skin and fat ass, they’ll stand in line to fuck you. You’ll probably have more boyfriends than anybody else in the joint.

Thank you for reading this story. I hope you had as much fun reading it as I did writing it. I appreciate knowing people’s opinions, either good or bad, so please vote to tell me what you think, and leave public comments or email me. I promise to respond to anybody who leaves his or her email address or Literotica handle.



A Day in the Life of Julius



Author's note: This was a story that appeared to me while watching my kitten roll around the floor this morning. I briefly wondered to myself: What in the world does Julius do all day? The crazy thoughts that filled my head made me laugh, so I thought I'd share this fun little epic with you. Please, do understand this story is all in good fun, and in no way should be taken seriously. ;) 

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Julius swatted at the fake mouse on the floor, bored and disinterested. The sun wasn't too high yet in the window, but her female slave was running a little late this morning, and she was desperately waiting for her to leave, knowing the slave wouldn't be back for 8 hours.

It had been another one of those incredibly uneventful nights, where she had skirted across the floor eagerly, chasing an unseen bug, to torment the slaves that lay sleeping in her bed. The ONLY reason she allowed them to do so was because of their obvious strength over her, but other than that, they were her complete submissive slaves. 

Anyways, she had chased this bug for what seemed like hours, but when she had realized they were asleep and she was no longer disturbing them, she had shuffled off to the clothes hamper, making sure it was the one with the freshly laundered clothes in it, and gone to sleep.

When Julius had heard stirring from her master bedroom, she had sat up slowly, leisurely, sure to make a great show of stretching, should anyone be watching, before heading into the hallway. Seeing one of her two slaves performing their morning rituals, she had immediately run into the bathroom and sat on the porcelain throne she often used for her morning purveyances. The human murmured idly to her, "There you are, Julius, we missed you last night."

Julius gave a smug little grin. In truth, she never slept with her slaves, but that was just because they wanted her to. She was proud to say that she never gave in to any of their whims, not even once. If they called her and she was already heading their way, well, she'd go the other direction. If they wanted her to nap with them, she slept in the chair. If it was time to come in from her outdoor hunting safaris, she ran and hit under the big rumbling machine, what her male slave referred to as his "truck", whatever that was.

Finally, after dragging it out for what seemed like hours, both of her slaves left the house, telling her to "be a good kitty and watch the house" while they were gone, and to "have fun with your day." 

If only they knew...

~~~**~**~~~

Julius yawned leisurely, feeling much more at home in this stronger body. If only they knew, indeed. She stood up and went to rummage through the closet, pulling on the nicest outfit that her female slave owned. She would have to be sure to lay on it later in her feline form, getting her fur and scent on it so the girl would be forced to wash the garment, making it clean for the next time. It was pretty early in the day, but Julius knew a grand, wild world waited out there, and so she flitted to the bathroom, checking her make-up in the mirror, and admiring herself.

As a kitten, she was incredibly vain, but as a woman, she was even more so. Her curls hang wild and long down her back, in a rainbow of mahogany, chestnut, silver, and black. Her chocolate eyes were slightly slanted, but huge and erotic, with a slit of a pupil instead of a human one. No one would probably look that closely, though. The tiny black dress clung to her frame perfectly, outlining the skinny, muscular body that was hers. She was tall, much taller than her female slave, but she'd never have a chance to prove that. 

Sighing, she borrowed some beautiful pearl earrings and a necklace, and then frittered out the back door and onto the sand, the sunshine hitting her and warming her. 

This was definitely going to be a great day.

Julius scampered down the beach to the dock, where a massive ship was waiting to move out. She recognized the flag flying above and grinned wickedly. The loathsome Pirate Blackbeard captained this ship, and from what she'd heard, he was a dangerous man and a feared pirate to boot. She should have stayed away, but she just was asking for trouble, and she knew just how to stowaway on this ship. She quickly ducked her head and moved towards the rope holding the ship to the dock and began to scale it, climbing as easily in this form as in her other.

She had made quick work of getting on the ship, and securing her goal of a true adventure today, but now where to hide? Julius quickly ducked behind a barrel of gunpowder, knowing her hiding spot wouldn't last long. The crew was already rummaging around, loading things, following the first mate's order. The infamous Blackbeard was nowhere to be seen. 

Julius quickly snuck below decks, looking around for some clothing. She couldn't be out there, shoving the planks, righting the sails, if she wasn't dressed appropriately. She finally found what she was searching for. They were way too loose, but they'd get the disguise across properly. She quickly discarded her dress and jewelry, stuffing them into a pouch that she later tied around her waist. First she pulled on the white cotton shirt, lacing it up accordingly. She didn't have to worry much about her breasts, they were very flat and would hardly be noticed under the loose material. She yanked on the black pants and laced them as well, then the boots that came up to mid-calf. She looked in the grimy mirror she found back in the rum storage, and gave a small mewl of triumph. Yes, she definitely looked the part! Except for that hair...

Glancing around, she located a buccaneer's hat and kerchief, and this completed her ensemble. Though delightfully feminine, her clothes would at least keep her from being noticed for anything other than a pre-puberty cabin boy. She skittered back upstairs and grabbed onto the rope the other crew members were hauling, following the tune to the first mate's calls: "Heave! Ho! Heave! Ho!" The people on dock looked on, thinking this was a regular mercenary ship, and having no idea they were stocking the dreaded Maiden's Rapture (for that was the name of the ship) with the very best of their supplies. When the ship was all ready, they heaved off shore, and Julius knew she was about to be lost on a very grand adventure, indeed.

Julius was joining in the others, getting the ship's stowage all put away and in order, pretending to celebrate the success of the looting, when she heard a terrible noise behind her. 

The fearsome and loathsome Blackbeard had come out of his cabin.

She turned, expecting to see an old, disgusting man before her, but what instead was there was shocking. Julius felt her jaw literally drop as she gaped at him. He was toweringly tall, at least 6'6", and ridiculously handsome. He had curly black hair that spilled all over his head and hung low, to his shoulders. He did not have a beard at all, and Julius thought he didn't look to be over 40. His eyes were almost as black as his hair, she certainly couldn't see a pupil in them, anyways. He wore something very similar to what she had on, but without the convenience of modern-day underwear, his bulge was very obvious. It was...impressive, to say the least.

He strode through the crew, looking like he was taking a mental inventory of what was on board, where things were, and what was missing. He passed by her without a word, and she averted her eyes, certain he could hear her labored breathing at being so close to this devilishly handsome man. She thought she was going to make it, when all of the sudden, a breeze from the ocean sprang up and knocked her hat right off, causing her deep curls to fall all across her face and back, and her vanilla scent to waft on the wind. 

Captain Blackbeard turned around immediately, his face a mix of rage, humor, and...lust.

Julius hurriedly tried to set the hat back right, hoping no one had noticed, but when she looked up to see the Captain staring at her, she knew she was wrong. Fear clutched at her gut, she had longed for adventure, but she certainly hadn't wanted to die!

Blackbeard stalked over to her and grabbed her by the elbow, leaning down to whisper throatily in her ear.

"A stowaway, are we?" 

Julius could hear him inhaling her scent, nuzzling his neck in her curls, and she could do nothing but whimper pathetically. Perhaps if she shifted back to her cat form, she could escape. Before she even had a chance, he was pulling her to his office, not making a note or saying a word to any of the crew. She glanced around, and it seemed that none of them had even noticed her hat fall, and seen her true sex.

Blackbeard pulled her into the cabin and sat her down in the chair, then shut and locked the door behind him. He eyed her, hungrily, like an animal stalking its delicious prey.

"And just what is a woman of your particular...beauty...doing on my ship?" He shot out, leisurely taking a sip from the brandy that was on his desk. Her eyebrows rose, but she couldn't answer, except to croak out.

"I thought it to be a grand adventure, Cap'n."

He nodded, reaching over to let her curls down, falling across her shoulder and long down her back, reaching her perfectly shaped bottom.

"An adventure is what you want, my dear?" She nodded at his question. "Then an adventure...you shall have."

He grinned wickedly and leaned over, capturing her lips with his. She shuddered against him, but the electricity she felt pulsing was beyond anything she'd ever felt before. She hungrily pushed herself against him harder, eager to feel his form. 

The handsome captain leaned her back against the desk, making a motion with his arm and wiping everything off of it as he bent her soft body back against him, eager to take this willing woman before him and make her his. He could feel the energy radiating between them and he knew she felt it too. This was just the woman he needed every night: someone full of vitality and eager to enjoy him, someone who wouldn't let him push her over, someone who was as taken with him as he was with her.

She was moaning and writhing under him now, desperate to be touched, aching to feel his hands against her, though she had no idea what it was she really wanted, what the desire that was building up in her now really was. She pushed against him harder and harder, but he took his time deliberately, delighting in how her nipples puckered for him underneath the loose muslin of her shirt, how she arched and pleaded for him to touch her even more. 

He was quickly losing his self-control, and he knew that soon he wouldn't be able to go slowly, but would rip off both of their clothes to pieces and take her full force, take what was his. He looked into her eyes, trying to gain composure, but stumbled back at the sight. Deep, in those chocolatey depths, was something not human. Where her round pupils should have been, were large cat slits. He gaped at her now, much as she had at him before, and Julius sat up, confused.

"What is wrong, Captain?" She then looked over at the mirror and a little noise escaped her throat, one that didn't sound human at all.

"Oh no! It is nearly sunset. I have to go!"

He made to grab for her, to stop her. "But you CANNOT go! We are not near any land, and I refuse to release you!" 

She shook her head sadly.

"But I have to." 

She made for the door, but he went to stop her. 

She was too quick, too fast for his slower movements, and she was out the door and over the deck in a matter of seconds. He was bewildered, and chased after her, but when he looked into the water, he saw her swimming back towards the land. The little bundle she had had with her slowly sunk down into the water, but she made no move to go back for it. 

Captain Blackbeard made to go after her, and bring her back whether she liked it or not, but before he could do so, he saw her get to the beach, and before his very eyes, she disappeared.

A beautiful tabby cat was where she had once stood, and the animal gave one last backward glance, and then took off down the beach.

~~~**~**~~~

Julius yawned and stretched on the couch. Her female slave was just pulling into the garage, and in a couple of seconds, she heard the sound of the door opening. She ran to see if the slave had brought any delicious morsels home for her, but once again, she was empty-handed. She sighed to herself, but rubbed against those legs anyway, she had to show some sign of affection if she wanted to keep using the slaves. She rolled over onto her back and arched her body, trying to act silly, making the slave laugh. Mission accomplished. With a flick of her tail, she sauntered across the room and got back into the window, looking at the grass and the birds outside. The dogs were in the backyard, and it was so hot, she was glad she wasn't one of them.

She heard her female slave on the phone. "Hey honey, yeah I'm home. So, what do you think about going to the beach this year? I know...yes....it is....well, aren't you wanting to leave these hills and go to the ocean for a vacation? I know we're moving there next summer but...ok...we'll talk about it when you get home." She made as if to hung up, but then picked the phone back up. "Oh, and honey? Have you seen my pearls?"

Julius smiled to herself once more. It had been a very good day, indeed.



A Day in the Life of Lexy Ch. 01



Karl had spent the afternoon teasing and tormenting me, in every possible way. Even though he was busy working in the den on his computer most of the time, He made sure to keep me right on the edge, which was both frustrating and incredibly exhilarating. He made sure I was kept busy with my tasks, for example; He insisted that I remain completely naked while completing my household chores. At one point I was on my knees cleaning the kitchen floor and with brush in hand I was scrubbing when his voice made me stop.

"Get that ass in the air bitch, and spread your legs wider." I felt so humiliated exposed like that in the very brightly lit kitchen with the late afternoon sun glaring through the window and landing on me like a spot light. "I must say how much I enjoy seeing my pretty little pussy throbbing with tits swaying back and forth as you scrub the floor like a common maid." I blushed so hard at his words it felt like my skin was on fire; I could feel myself blushing down to my toes. He came up behind me and slid a vibrating egg into my pussy, driving it deep into me he asked, "Does that make your work more enjoyable love?" He reached around front and squeezed both of my breasts hard; the combination of that with the egg vibrating just enough to bring me close, was making me ache for release. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat back and watched me as I finished up cleaning the floor. The heat from the embarrassment burned parallel to the heat from the desire burning inside of me. After a few minutes my pussy was so wet that the egg slipped out, and to make matters worse it rolled along the floor straight to Karl's feet. Well of course he had to make a big production of it, picking it up and grinning ear to ear he said, "Looks like my little hen laid an egg." I thought I was going to faint with embarrassment at that moment. 

I didn't know what to do with myself, so I put the brush back in the bucket and took a long slow breath and turned to him with my head down in an attempt to hide my scarlet face as I asked, "I am finished cleaning the floor, may I stand now so I can do the dishes?"

"Yes of course you may," he said with a slight chuckle as he was still very obviously amused. When I stood, I picked up the bucket of soapy water to put it away and as I lifted it a few drops of water fell to the floor. When I returned to the kitchen after draining the bucket and putting it and the scrub brush away, Karl pointed to the drops on the floor and said, "Is my pussy that wet that it is dripping all over the clean floor?" 

I rolled my eyes and sarcastically exclaimed, "It's just water." 

That earned me a good swat on the ass causing me to jump slightly and gasp out loud. He stood behind me grasping most of my hair in his fist and pulled my head back sharply as he took his other hand holding it flat and firm with his palm down and pressed it hard into my mouth at his knuckle, I felt his hot breath in my ear as he said slowly and firmly, "Do NOT use that tone with me, EVER… Understand?" I nodded. "Good," he said, and continued, "You are not to make a sound until I tell you otherwise." He was still pressing his hand hard into my mouth and it hurt my jaw a little, he continued, "This is how a ball gag would feel if you can't keep quiet… do I need to go and get it?" I shook my head frantically. He gently removed his hand from my mouth but was still holding my hair firmly as his hand slid down between my thighs, which were clenched together at this point. "Open," he simply said and I spread my legs for him. He slipped a finger inside my pussy, which of course was soaking wet. He angled his finger to hit my g-spot right on and stroked it for a minute as I bit down on my lip so as not to make a sound, which was very difficult to do with the combined sensations of the tingling at the back of my neck from my hair being pulled and the throbbing in my pussy which was dangerously close to climax again.

Letting go of my hair, Karl abruptly removed his finger from my pussy and brought it up to my mouth for me to taste. As I sucked his finger clean he asked, "Does that taste like water bitch?" I silently shook my head. "That's right bitch, we can't have my pussy dripping all over the clean floor now can we?" Again I just shook my head. He told me not to move and said he would be right back.

I stood frozen as I awaited his return and wondered what he was going to do next. I was so incredibly turned on by his display of Dominance, I felt all of the goose bumps on my flesh raise at once and I could feel my nipples hardening and jutting out as if swept by a cool breeze. I took a deep breath and sighed as I thought about Karl, and although sometimes it seemed he was a little hard on me, I realized how fortunate I was to have such a patient and skilled Master, I loved that he was so attentive, I thrived on his attention. I promised myself at that moment to always show him the respect he so deserved, even when I am frustrated. He has never given me reason to disrespect him.

My thoughts were interrupted by Karl returning to the kitchen and I was slightly concerned when I saw the gleam in his eyes, that usually means he is planning something wicked. I glanced to see what he was holding in his hand as he made no attempt to conceal them. He had clothespins, two of them and he grinned at me and instructed my legs spread wider. I was quite apprehensive as to what he was planning and knew soon enough as he said, "I'm just going to close up my pussy so it doesn't drip on the floor while you do your dishes." I held in a gasp and bit down hard on my lip as he pulled and stretched my labia and clamped them together with the clothespins. At first it pinched and burned a little and soon they began to throb gently. Karl said he had to go finish up some work in the den and for me to come to him when I finished my dishes.

I turned to start washing the dishes, and soon realized that any movement caused a pinching and pulling sensation which after a few minutes began to itch. Not the scratchy kind of itch, but the kind of itch that craves friction for relief. I was squirming around considerably while I finished up the dishes, and had to keep my legs spread significantly when I reached to wipe down the counters, because when the clothespins touched against my inner thighs, it caused them to pull and pinch my labia even more, and they also scratched and poked at the tender flesh of my inner thighs. When I was finished I returned to Karl in the den as requested, the walk was a little awkward with my legs apart.

As I entered the den, Karl was obviously absorbed in whatever he was doing, so I stood quietly just inside the door for a couple of minutes before he spun his chair around and looked at me with a smile. I could feel the blood filling my cheeks as he grinned at me. "You're done all ready love? Good girl… Come here," he said as he motioned to his lap by patting his hand on his leg. He chuckled at the way I was walking as I approached him. I sat gently on his lap as he placed one arm around my waist and kissed my cheek softly. I closed my eyes and rested my cheek against his shoulder. I felt a shiver travel through my body as he caressed my back and my waist and I just melted into his tenderness. He reached down and began to stroke my thighs and as his hand made its way to my inner thighs I jumped slightly when he brushed against the clothespins. "Is my pussy uncomfortable?" He asked. I didn't make a sound as I squirmed a little on his lap. "Here baby, let me help you with that." He pinched the open end of one of the clothespins and released it; I inhaled sharply through my nose as I bit my lip so as not to let a noise escape as I felt the blood pounding there. He quickly released the other and began massaging my throbbing and now slightly swollen labia and his fingers felt so good pulling, squeezing and soothing. His left hand that had been around my waist reached down and began to pinch my inner thighs as his other hand continued massaging the outside of my pussy and applying intermittent friction on my clit. I began squirming on his lap as the desire was building in me again.

I was so on the edge it was beginning to make me tense. I really needed release but somehow I knew that Karl wasn't ready to grant it for me, and probably wouldn't for some time. I needed a distraction and I thought maybe I could try and tease him a little for a change, so I slid my hand down and began to caress the bulge in his jeans, I looked to him to see his reaction and he didn't seem to be opposed to the idea so I began licking my lips and begging with my body language for him to let me taste him. Maybe I could work off some of my sexual frustration that way. Karl seemed a little surprised, and then he smirked. "So you want a taste, do you Bitch?" I nodded enthusiastically and he squeezed the back of my neck bringing me to my knees.

At that point the only thing I was focused on was getting Karl into my mouth. I crawled between his knees, and buried my face into his crotch. I looked up to him for permission, and when he nodded, I began to unbutton him with my mouth and teeth. Finally his cock sprung free and I eyed it appreciatively as if it were the most delicious treat I had ever laid eyes on. I slowly bent forward and licked the tip of his cock, then ran my tongue leisurely up and down the length of it lingering on his shiny head. I then very gently nibbled my way down the underside until I reached the sensitive area under his shaft. Just a few licks there and I was rewarded with an appreciative groan from Karl. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back as he stood and swiftly dropped his jeans. I was smiling at that as I slid down and under him and began sucking and licking his balls, I could feel them firming and tightening as I took them gently in my mouth. I brought my hands up and included them in my pleasure production for Karl. I paid close attention and realized I was going to receive no objection to using them, so I reached up with one hand and began to stroke the head of his cock, which was now slippery with his pre-cum, as my other hand gently lifted his balls up and my tongue moved back and licked the underside of his satiny sac, and then either side and over the top, circling his entire sac with my tongue slipping one ball into my mouth and then the other sucking gently. Karl was reacting so positively to this that my tongue just fervently began to explore him everywhere seeking out such places to get that desired reaction from him. His moans were making me so incredibly wet, if it were even possible for me to be wetter than I had been all day. I stroked his cock with my hand as my tongue delved into his ass and I sucked and licked a few minutes more before taking his now very rigid cock fully into my mouth.

Karl grabbed my hair and held my head firmly as he pushed down into my throat. I tried to relax my throat muscles and breathe through my nose as he claimed my mouth; I almost felt like I could cum just from the excitement at hearing his pleasure sounds as he took control, his movements were getting faster and faster until he finally spurted deep into my throat and pulled out before I could even finish cleaning him off. He then pulled his jeans back up, sat and leaned back with a sigh of satisfaction and zipped up his jeans, leaving me as horny and frustrated as ever. Without a word, he spun his chair around and started working at his computer again. I couldn't even groan my frustration for fear of being gagged. Silence never came easy for me, and Karl knew it, I secretly hoped that he would not impose his order of silence on me for much longer, and I really, really hoped he would soon grant me my much needed release.

I wasn't sure what to do with myself so I simply sat back on my heels on the floor next to his chair and waited for his instruction. My mind began to wander as it often does, and I was trying to make logical sense out of everything. I realized that as frustrated as I was, everything seemed to have a purpose, and for the most part, a very positive outcome.

I was also beginning to learn that as a submissive, it was never about my desires or needs being fulfilled. What Karl wanted, Karl got, when and where he wanted it. My desires usually had to wait, some days my release was never granted at all, sometimes he made me wait long agonizing periods, but the outcome was always worth it. He was also so tender and wonderful with me, that my needs did not seem so important anymore. He seemed to work so hard at keeping me safe and taking care of me, and always so creatively keeping things interesting and exciting, that my selfish desires seemed kind of unimportant. My gratification should come from knowing I have pleased him. I released a sigh of contentment, and Karl reached his hand back and stroked the back of my head lovingly, as if he could sense my epiphany. I closed my eyes and squirmed a little bit as I thought about how much I would love for him to kiss me right now. I loved everything about Karl, but I especially loved his lips.

I was certainly never left with my thoughts for very long, unless of course if I had done something wrong, then I was left to ponder and torture myself wondering what my punishment was going to be. As this was not the case today, Karl stood behind me where I knelt and placed a hand on my neck and another in between my shoulder blades and pushed gently forward to indicate that I was to lean forward. I stretched my arms out before me and rested my face in between them on the carpeted floor with my chest pressing against the floor forcing my ass high into the air. He gave me a couple of affectionate slaps on my ass cheeks just warming them slightly and then he caressed my round cheeks. My body automatically began to squirm with desire. He left me in this position for a minute while he retrieved something from his desk.

Still feeling the warmth from seconds ago Karl's hands were upon my flesh again. I wanted to moan out loud my appreciation for his attention but was still silenced by his previous restriction. His hand slid down between my thighs and stroked the outside of my pussy rocking his hand forward and back in such a way that his thumb was sliding in and out of my anus while his index and middle fingers where sliding in and out of my pussy. He squirted me with some lubricant and worked it in well with his hand rocking back and forth this way. I was really beginning to squirm now, the sensation was wonderful. I was not going to be able to remain silent much longer, Oh no, I was again right on the edge and getting dangerously close to loosing it altogether. I was inhaling deeply through my nose, trying to gain some control as each breath rushed in and out as a pant. Just as my muscles were beginning to squeeze Karl's fingers, he removed his thumb and slowed his movements with his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy and I felt something that I was quite sure was not his thumb penetrating my tight little rear entrance. In and out it went gently and a little deeper with each stroke. It felt pleasant but uncomfortable at the same time. As he pushed it in deeper I could feel it widening me as it seemed to be getting bigger as it went in deeper. At one point he pushed and I couldn't hold back a little whimper as it was suddenly quite painful, he held it there for a moment while I tried to focus on my breathing. Then one more push and what felt almost like a pop and my anus settled in around it and it didn't hurt anymore. I felt full and a little uncomfortable, but not pain. Karl explained that was my new butt plug and was mine to enjoy until after dinner.

Karl helped me to my feet and I squirmed considerably trying to be comfortable with this object now impaling me. It felt quite awkward to be filled in this way. I turned thinking I was heading to the kitchen to prepare our meal just as Karl grabbed my wrist and spun me back around facing him and said he wasn't done with my gifts yet. I saw a little green gift bag on his desk in which he pulled out a little box, in the box was a chain which he fixed around my waist, and then he opened his desk drawer and brought out a heavier chain which he slipped between my legs and pulled it snug against my pussy with one of the links firmly encircling my clit and attached either end of the chain to the one at my waist. The thicker chain really dug into my pussy, not painfully, but more like when Karl pinches me there teasingly, and the slightest movement caused the chain link to rub against my clit. I could easily cum from just wiggling around.

He moved his hand and started to pinch my nipples. I felt my pussy wanting to explode as I tried to wiggle myself discreetly against the chain link. His touch was suddenly the most incredible feeling my body had ever had. He was pinching softly, as I stifled a moan. He continued to pinch applying more pressure as he began to twist and tug on them, making them hurt with a passion but, feeling so wonderful. He continued to pinch my nipples pulling on them and then letting go. The pain was shooting through me every time he gripped down on them. I felt a desperate wanting in my pussy. As I wiggled against the chain again and wondered how I was going to get through this delicious agony, all I could think about was this was driving me insane.

He pulled out a set of nipple clamps from the green bag. I started to squirm, not really sure if I was ready for that much pain. "Its ok love," He said tenderly, "You'll be fine." He attached one to my right nipple. I bit down on my lower lip, knowing better than to cry out, although I felt my eyes moistening. The pain was pretty intense and I didn't think I could handle anymore as he grabbed my left nipple and attached the other clamp there, causing my eyes to really start welling up as one tear escaped and slid slowly down my cheek, yet at the same time, the sensation coursing through my body was most incredible. 

'How can this much pain cause so much pleasure?' I wondered to myself. I felt on the verge of a very intense orgasm and had to fight with everything I had not to let myself cum. Karl would not be pleased with me if I came without his permission again. 'How am I supposed to stop myself from cumming?' I wondered.

"Hmmm, I think you are enjoying this," he stated casually as he attached a little chain between the nipple clamps and attached that chain to the one around my waist, so now any movement that would stimulate my clit, would simultaneously tug at the clamps causing them to further bite into my tender nipples. This contraption along with the awkwardness of the plug in my ass was overwhelming as I was then sent to prepare our dinner… I blushed deeply as I imagined how silly I must have looked as I walked in such a way that someone might if they were walking barefoot on hot sand in the summertime.

I was in the middle of preparing our dinner when Karl came into the kitchen and slid his hands around my waist, kissing the back of my neck. He tugged gently on the chain stimulating my nipples, pussy and clit all at the same time. It did hurt my nipples as the clamps pinched and pulled again, but the combined sensations and the fact that the chain link had been rubbing against my clit for almost 30 minutes, stirred up quite an intense pleasure wave throughout my body. He reached around with one hand pressing gently on my mouth as he closed his hand around my lips as if to remind me of his imposed silence and with the other hand he pinched the end of one of the nipple clamps and released it. I was breathing in sharply through my nose as I tried desperately not to cry out while feeling the blood rush back into my nipple as it throbbed and burned with heat as it suddenly came back to life upon Karl's urging, as he manipulated and massaged it. Karl waited until I was calm again before repeating the process with the other nipple. I then leaned back into him as his arms encircled me and he was now massaging both nipples and breasts gently. 




A Day in the Life of Lexy Ch. 01



Karl slid his hands down and released the chains and carefully pulled the larger chain down away from my pussy and freed my clit which had been imprisoned that whole time. It too began to throb, but throbbed with a strong desire and great need for attention and friction. I began to squirm again as I leaned into him and continued to breathe deeply. He then spun me around to look me in the eye and said, "I am so pleased at how well you are doing… Why don't you go remove that plug and enjoy your bath and I will finish dinner." I was dumbfounded at his suggestion, but so very appreciative. Karl was a fantastic cook and really enjoyed it. He was very creative in the kitchen. I chuckled silently at my thought. Karl was creative at everything. 

When I went to the bathroom, I was surprised to see the room filled with lit candles and the tub already full and cascading with bubbles looking so inviting. Shortly after I slipped into the tub, Karl came in with a glass of wine for me, I just looked up at him with appreciation and love as I took the glass from his hand and he gave me a tender kiss…



A Day in the Life of Lexy Ch. 02



After I was finished with a long leisurely soak in the bath, I shaved carefully to make sure my skin was nice and smooth for Karl. It was so nice that he allowed me to enjoy that serenity on my own. I slipped on a thick terry cloth robe and headed to the bedroom where Karl was sitting on the edge of the bed with that little green gift bag in hand. I eyed the bag nervously as he chuckled and instructed me to lose the robe and lie face down on the bed. I did so immediately of course but with some trepidation.

As I lay there waiting and wondering, I could here Karl removing something from the bag and I stifled a moan as I wondered what he was going to do to me now. I suddenly felt something cool and wet being spilled all over my back and my legs and then Karl's hands began to massage me all over and the smell of Japanese cherry blossoms filled the room. I knew this scent as it was one of my favorites. He was so incredibly thoughtful, to not only remember that I loved that, but to go out and get it for me, and now massaging the lotion into my skin, smoothing it all over my legs and feet, and my back, pausing as he slowly and deeply rubbed the lotion into my ass cheeks and hips and finally my arms and hands, before having me roll over and smoothed the lotion over my breasts and tummy and sliding his hand over my freshly shaven pussy lips and my inner thighs.

Just as I began to squirm again, Karl told me to dress for dinner. I was a little frustrated knowing once again no relief was in site, but I did not complain in anyway. As I dressed and applied my makeup, I wondered what Karl might have in store for the evening. I suspected he had something up his sleeve with the way he had me so close to the edge the entire day, and how he had just been pampering me. Oh, I was quite sure he was up to something. My pussy again moistened at the thought.

Dinner was fabulous of course. I loved when Karl did the cooking, I didn't even care that he made such a mess when he did cook. It was worth all the cleaning up after. Following dinner, we sipped our wine for a little bit and Karl said he had to run to the office for an hour and instructed me to be naked on my knees in the living room when he returned. My pussy throbbed a little at his instruction, as it always did. When he left, I cleaned up the kitchen and did the dishes. I freshened up a little and noticed he was expected back in 10 minutes, so I proceeded to ready myself for him.

When Karl came through the door he smiled as he looked at me. Here I was completely naked, kneeling and resting back on my heels with my legs spread wide, exposing myself completely to him. Again I wondered what he had planned for the evening. Karl always created an air of mystery and wonder, I never knew what to expect, and every time I thought I did, I was proven wrong. The hairs on the back of my neck rose in anticipation, that sensation, along with the chill that travelled through me was probably the only familiar occurrence that I could predict with confidence. He slipped behind me and tightened a blindfold around my eyes as I inhaled slowly trying not to moan as my body responded to him.

I could hear him walking around the room as I tried to decipher the sounds around me and connect them to where he was and what he was doing. I could tell he was moving about the room lighting candles as I could hear the clicking of the lighter and I could smell the faint fragrance of lavender and vanilla. I felt him softly walking toward me until he was so close that I could smell the subtle scent of his cologne, and I could hear his breathing, calm and steady. I imagined him studying me; looking intently at my completely naked and exposed body. Familiar shivers traveled up my spine as I became even more aware of the sense of him watching me, I could almost feel his eyes sweeping across every part of me. I heard a sound I didn't recognize as I felt him approaching.

I was frightened, and the goose bumps raised all over the surface of my skin again, yet in spite of my fear, the excitement in me deepened with the anticipation, I felt a drop of moisture trickle down my thigh as my sex burned with need. As exposed as I was, I knew he was perfectly aware of my arousal and as always I was wet for him... soaking wet... and ready...

Karl took me by the elbow and instructed me to stand as he helped me up and directed me to the bedroom, where he instructed me to lay on my back, he didn't have to tell me to spread my legs, I knew that was expected of me. He propped several pillows under my back and head so I was semi-sitting comfortably. Then he slipped his cuffs on me and buckled them snug against my wrists and raised both hands above my head and secured them in such a way that my shoulders were pressing into and sealing my ears. I could still hear, but my hearing was different, it was more in my head, almost hollow and echoing like the way things sound when under water. It was very ethereal.

As my hearing was slightly impaired, I could not hear clearly what Karl was saying as he spoke very softly to me. His hands began to caress my skin; the sensation was heightened by the fact that my other senses were diminished. I simply sighed softly in response. He reached around and slipped a pillow under my bottom and then secured my ankles tighter than usual. My legs strained at being spread so wide.

I felt Karl's tongue on my mouth as he began to gently lick my lips, I opened to eagerly accept his kiss and he reached up with his hand and closed my mouth by placing his thumb on my chin and his fingers above my lip, I got the message that I was to keep my mouth closed. He continued with this teasing kiss long enough to stir up more need and desire deep inside me, and then he began to move south... His lips found my nipples already hard and heated and standing up to greet him. He barely brushed the tip of my nipple with his lips and I tried to raise my chest to him, trying to force my hard and protruding little nipple deeper into his mouth, he pressed a hand on my abdomen which in this position completely immobilized my chest, and he continued to tease my nipples.

Using his finger nails now, he began to drag them all over the surface of my skin. If I were able to move at all, I would have been writhing as he relentlessly continued to tease my nipples, my mouth and my flesh. He brought his lips just hovering over my one of my nipples again as I tried desperately to find a way to jut my breast out even more toward him, that only made him pull away. So I settled myself and just enjoyed the shivers and the goose bumps and the lovely sensations, until he started in on that nipple again. This time I groaned in defiance and was quickly put back in my place by a sharp nip of his teeth on my little craving nipple. I inhaled sharply and bit down on my lip so as not to make another sound remembering the threat of the gag.

Continuing his torture of my skin, he slid his nails across my belly and down to my legs, where he dug into the tender skin between my thighs just slightly harder and then softly down the outside of my thigh once again returning to the inside with a little more depth. The gooseflesh rose in a trail behind his nails as I inhaled three times sharply.

Slowly and teasingly, he slipped a single finger into my pussy. I'm quite sure he could feel just how wet I was and his finger was only serving to make me wetter. I felt a groan building deep in my throat, but I also knew I couldn't let it slip. Slipping another finger into my pussy to join the first, I bit down on my lip hard as those fingers quickly found my special spot. I felt his breath, hot on my cheek as his voice whispered close to my ear, I struggled to hear him, he said, "You may make noise, and speak, Love. I know you want to."

I merely nodded, and let out a sigh of relief as I felt his lips brush against my cheek and the waves of pleasure crashed their way through my body and I could hear the little noises his fingers were making as they moved in and out of me in a slow rhythm. My head fell back and I felt the groan building deep in my throat and I let it slip between my lips and I whispered softly,

"Oh Master! Yes! More... please!" 

The rest of my breath was expelled in a deep, long, soft sigh as I felt my wetness begin to increase and start to flow. I felt the gooseflesh rise on my thighs and a tingling sensation went down my legs to my feet and back up again as I felt my hips begin to respond to the movement of his fingers. I tried desperately to grind my hips up and into his fingers, but could not raise them more than a fraction of an inch. I was hovering on the edge and ready to explode with the pent up passion that had building in me all day. Then grasping my clit between his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed and stroked until I began to moan aloud... crying out for him to let me cum.

My insides cringed and I groaned in frustration when he quickly withdrew his fingers from inside my wetness...

I heard what sounded like a soft knock on the door, and those little hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention as I strained to listen. 'Was it a knock on the door? ...Could it have been Karl messing with me?' My thoughts were racing out of control as my breathing became more rapid.

Karl stroked the side of my cheek affectionately and left me alone.

Then distinctively I heard the door opening and what sounded like the clicking of heels on the floor in the kitchen, then Karl's voice speaking softly. I tried to lift my head away from my shoulder as I struggled to hear, but could only distinguish the sound of his voice, I couldn't make out any words, or hear another voice.

Then I heard Karl return to the room, I strained to hear any other sounds, but could hear only my own heart beat and anxious breathing as my body was rigid with tension and trepidation. Suddenly the room was filled with the soothing and melodic sounds of Enigma and I felt Karl's hands rest on my shoulders and I instantly calmed. I inhaled deeply and there it was... I could clearly smell woman's perfume, and it wasn't mine. My body instinctively stiffened in defiance.

Suddenly I felt Karl's breath on my throat as he began kissing me softly all over my neck and along my collar bones and up my throat and then tenderly on my lips, I hungrily accepted his kiss as his tongue found mine and thrust deeply into my mouth. His hand slipped up and cupped my throat, squeezing gently, I sighed loving that sensation and he then squeezed a little tighter turning my head slightly and breaking the seal from my shoulder to my ear so I could hear him clearly when he whispered, "Who's Bitch are you?"

I whispered back, "Yours Master."

"That's right bitch... mine... and what do you want?"

"Whatever pleases you Master." I said with some trepidation in my voice.

"Very good bitch... you know what would please me tonight?" I just whimpered softly because I knew where this was going.

"I would very much enjoy watching another bitch eating my pussy," he said as he possessively clutched my mound. "You really want to cum into another bitch's mouth don't you?"

I wanted desperately to please Karl, but I was so torn as to if I could actually do this for him, not like I had much choice in the matter considering my current position. 'I want... I don't want... I want... I don't want,' kept racing through my mind, but the longer I was left to ponder, the want became more prevalent. Then I decided if this is what pleased Karl, I was going to do everything within my power to make sure he was pleased. I nodded my head and he said, "No, Tell me!" This was so hard for me; it was one thing to actually agree to this, but to have to say the words... "Tell Me!" he said more commanding this time.

"Yes Master, I want to cum in her mouth for you," I said it and I could feel tears springing from my eyes, but thankfully they were concealed by the blindfold.

Then I felt her lips upon mine. They were very distinctively the lips of a woman, soft, warm and silky they caressed my lips, and I stiffened as my body tried to protest. I then felt Karl's warm loving breath on my cheek as he whispered words of encouragement and praise and I softened and relaxed just knowing he was close, and this was for him. His hands were gently caressing me up and down my arm and he kept his face close to mine as the woman's lips went back to work and her tongue slipped into my mouth coaxing my tongue into play by stroking it with her own, the contrast of cool air and warm breath, of moist tongue and soft lips was bringing me close to the edge already as I softly moaned in pleasure. Her tongue and lips worked on my mouth and her tongue dueled with mine. My mouth began to feel more erogenous than I had ever believed possible, and I delighted in the feel of her tongue sliding in and out, back and forth, and around in little circles. She gently sucked my lips and I hers, we sucked each others tongues; I found it hard to believe that I was finding being kissed by a woman so incredibly erotic. 

Drifting downward to my breasts, she began expertly kissing and sucking my nipples, her soft and gentle hands began caressing my breasts and my tummy and waist, then her hands started to roam downward, I instinctively panicked and protested with whimpering sounds while tugging on my restraints reminding me that I was confined in place, at her mercy for whatever she or rather Karl wanted. Karl spoke up, "I think she would prefer your mouth." At that, the woman slid down between my legs and her velvety tongue swept along the outside of my pussy, sliding up and down my slit, and brushing across my clit in quick circles before sliding back down and repeating the same again. The sensation was shooting through my body, coursing through my nervous system and landing deep in my sex. Realizing how wet I was made me very confused. 

I was so vulnerable, it felt awkward and wrong but deep inside I was truly aroused. I also felt somewhat humiliated, by the fact that this peculiar situation was turning me on so much and by the fact that Karl knew I was so turned on. I would have thought that feeling humiliated would have nullified any erotic effects this adventure was providing, but the truth seemed to be the opposite, it seemed to increase a sense of wanting inside me. I wanted so very much to please Karl and that was so much more prevalent than the mere humiliation of it all. This woman was now touching me in a way no woman ever had, and I was feeling very close to surrender. Somehow I was able to rationalize it all in my head because I knew my arousal stemmed from pleasing Karl. I was only in this position because Karl desired it. The fact that I was opening up intimately to another woman in front of him was justified in that there was no responsibility on my part. This rationalization actually helped me to relax.

The woman continued exploring my sex with her tongue. I responded with little groans of pleasure. "Tell me how good it feels," Karl demanded, forcing me to describe how much I liked the attention. I was trying to find the words I thought he would want to hear and I waited too long to reply. Karl squeezed my jaw, turning my face toward him, jolting me to reality. 

"Wonderful!" I exclaimed. "It feels so good." I was clearly feeling self conscious again after having admitted to Karl that I enjoyed it.

"Good girl," Karl Chuckled and he began to softly kiss my neck and his hand reached down and started in on my nipples again, stroking, pinching and rolling them in his fingers. I shuddered and cried out with soft moans as she ran her tongue slowly from my clit down and across my sex and back toward my anus pausing there for bit circling her tongue around that hole causing me to shudder again to my surprise while she continued moving it back and forth from one side to the other, giving me intense pleasure. She lifted my hips and placed another pillow under my ass, giving her added access. She then rolled her tongue and thrust it in and out of my very eager little hole while her fingers reached up and began to rub my clit. I frantically tried to thrust my hips and squirm, but was unable to move in my restraints. She slid her tongue back up to my clit as she slowly inserted a finger into my pussy.

I almost shouted out as the thought raged in my mind, 'Oh yesss, that's so good! ... Oh, please.' After a few minutes more of teasing, she placed her pursed mouth on my clit and sucked it. Her simultaneous tongue motions on my clit provided intense pleasure and I cried out with a series of moans and whimpering sounds as Karl continued a little harder on my nipples, again rolling and squeezing them causing me to cry out over and over. The woman had now worked her way up to three fingers into my wanting pussy. I shouted, "More! ...Please More!"  She then put all four of her finger tips into me and worked them around, in and out as she pushed them in deeper and I repeated, "More!" along with some other incoherent sounds. She managed to get all four of her fingers and the palm of her hand up to the base of her thumb into my pussy as she thrust and turned her hand. I almost passed out as she continued to suck and tongue my clit. 

With the combined sensations of Karl's breath on my cheek again as he whispered hypnotically words I couldn't hear, and his attention to my nipples along with the woman's fingers thrusting into me as she sucked my clit firmly, my body became a participant in this erotic frenzy. As if it wasn't obvious, I shouted out forcefully, "Oh, Master I'm coming for you! I'm coming!" Hers and Karl's hands and mouths became my obsession, as she continued with faster and harder thrusts, her pursed lips not letting up on my clit. Karl's hands were squeezing the soft tender flesh on the underside of my arm as he continued chanting in my ear those unknown words that sounded so beautiful. The tension that had been building in me all day was suddenly rushing out of me as the orgasm overpowered my very being and consumed me like fire. My entire body was engulfed in the intense orgasmic waves as I cried out over and over until I shivered and quaked in the aftermath of the intensity of this deliriously immense orgasm.

Karl released my wrists and let my arms drop as she released my ankles and then snuggled in under one arm beside me and Karl was holding me from the other side in the most comforting and peaceful embrace. His hands were caressing both of us and I felt surrounded by love, even from this woman who was a stranger to me, whom I had never seen, yet somehow I felt we were all connected...



A Day in the Life of Lexy Ch. 03



Karl removed my blindfold and after taking just a brief moment to adjust my eyes, I turned to look at the mystery woman and the first thing I noticed was that she was quite beautiful. She was very petite in comparison to my somewhat rubenesque figure. I observed how dark her skin was in stark contrast to my very ivory skin as her leg rested on top of my thigh. She had wide golden amber colored eyes giving her an appearance of innocence as her long lashes fluttered and she smiled at me for the first time. I smiled back noticing her full pouty lips and how perfectly angled her high cheek bones were. Karl sat up on the bed and said, "Lexy, I would like you to meet Pania." 

Smiling again she said, "Most of my friends call me Penny... It is a pleasure to meet you finally Lexy, I have heard much about you." She had a delightful accent, it sounded almost Australian.

I looked inquisitively to Karl as he explained, "Pania belongs to my very good friend Alex, and he was so kind as to lend her to me for this evening." Penny giggled innocently and blushed slightly at Karl's statement. I couldn't even imagine that. I don't know what I would do if Karl commanded me to serve somebody other than him. I'm sure I could never do that, Karl was my life and he is the only one I wish to serve.

Karl left the room and returned with some wine for us and suggested we have some girl talk while he retired to the den to take care of something. He leaned in to kiss my cheek, and whispered quietly in my ear, "It will be nice for you to have a girlfriend to talk to."

As soon as Karl left the room, Penny sat up cross legged and started giggling like a teenager at a slumber party. We started chatting and after a short while it was like we had been friends forever. I asked her about her accent and she explained that she grew up in New Zealand. I commented on her name as it was quite unique. She said that Pania meant 'beautiful woman in a myth.' I thought that to be so enchanting.

We chatted and exchanged stories and I found her to be fascinating as she told me more about herself, she was an artist and as it turned out, my very favorite painting that Karl had given me for my last birthday was her work. We spoke of her experiences with Alex, whom she has been with for seven years. They had met on line with more than an ocean between them and in spite of that their bond was undeniable. After only eleven months and three meetings, Pania packed her bags and moved over seas to be with her one and only Master. Her life has been the heaven she always dreamed about ever since.

I asked her how could she so easily be shared, or serve another Master. She again giggled innocently and said, "That's easy... I know it pleases my Master, and that is what is important to me," She could see that I was still a little confused as she continued. "You see Lexy, sometimes the things our Masters ask of us, may seem confusing or unreasonable, but these things always have a purpose, and are for our own development and to better our own lives... Does that make sense?"

"I suppose it does, a little." I said still looking somewhat confused.

Continuing, she said, "You will understand as things unfold... You will notice many changes in your life and your creativity will blossom." I certainly believed that, as her paintings where very indicative of an extraordinarily creative mind.

I was glad to have a friend who understood, whom I could confide in, unlike my other girlfriends who I could never discuss these things with. I suddenly felt such a closeness to Pania, and in spite of the bizarre way in which we became acquainted, I was grateful for my new friend.

Karl returned just then and asked if we were having fun. We both giggled at that point and nodded. Karl sat on the edge of the bed as I moved in next to him; I noticed Penny had done the same. Karl was caressing us both tenderly and attentively. I snuggled into him feeling somewhat giddy and childish. He seemed to be examining me as he leaned back with a raised eyebrow and a questioning look in his eye.

"Nothing," I said, "It is just nice to have a like minded friend... Thank You." 

At that Karl reached behind grabbing Penny firmly by the neck bringing her to her knees where she effortlessly slipped into position. I had an ever so slight feeling of envy mixed with admiration at the sight of her looking so perfectly postured and artistically submissive. With his fingers under her chin, Karl lifted her lowered head to look at him and said firmly, "Tell me, bitch ... tell me who you are and what you want."

"I am Pania, I belong to Master Alex, and by his instruction I want whatever pleases you Master Karl." Karl shot me a look, as if to make sure I was paying attention.

Karl instructed Penny up on the bed, and looked at me with a deep passion in his eyes as he said, "Tell me what you want."

"I want whatever pleases you of course," was my automatic response, although I was overwhelmed with anxiety about where this was going again.

Karl took hold of my chin and said very slowly, "What would really please me... what I really want is to watch you to taste this little bitch." He said averting his eyes toward Pania and grasping her pussy hard as she gasped out loud. "I expect you to eat her pussy as if you were sucking my cock, and you are not to stop until I say, no matter what... understand"

My reaction to his suggestion was absolute shock. I just stared at him dumbfounded; surely he wasn't actually going to make me do that, he couldn't be serious. It was one thing to have that done to me as I was bound and blindfolded and didn't have a choice, but to have to reciprocate of my own volition... All of the awkwardness and humiliation rushed back and presented itself in my hesitation. When he felt my hesitation and saw my reaction to his instruction he reached over and grabbed my hair very hard. Turning my head sharply to face him he said, "Look at me bitch...What would you deny me?" 


I looked into his gorgeous face and could not help noticing that his dark eyes were glazed with a look of passion I had not seen before then. A shiver ran through me as I fed off of his passion. I thought about his question for a moment and considered the absolute trust I had for him, and how pleasing him was so important to me, I responded confidently, "I would deny you nothing Master." He looked so obviously pleased with my answer; he didn't need to say anything for me to know I had his approval. I loved that so much, the feeling of his approval was paramount to me. 

I gave him a look indicating how hard this was for me, and he responded with a firm nod indicating for me to get started, and added, "Don't disappoint me!"

I tried to summon up some kind of rationale to help me exude some level of confidence in my upcoming performance in which I had no skill, or experience. I rewound in my mind to the incredible pleasures I had just experienced and tried to think only of that and of reciprocating the same height of intensity to this most deserving new friend of mine, remembering and repeating in my head her words, "That's easy... I know it pleases my Master, and that is what is important to me."

I leaned my body into hers and began to caress her cheek while I closed my eyes as my lips tentatively reached for hers. I tried to imagine it was Karl I was about to kiss, and Karl spoke up and said, "No... you are to keep your eyes open, Look at her." That made it so much harder for me, to have to look into her feminine and innocent eyes and try to be passionate while feeling so awkward and unnatural. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I placed my lips upon hers. Her lips opened in response and at feeling her warmth and softness once again, I unwound a bit and let my tongue slip into her mouth as hers found mine.

As I began to relax somewhat, I thought about how selfish I was just moments ago. Penny had given Karl the unquestioning gift of herself in which he allowed me to be the object of pleasure by her. I suddenly wanted desperately to return that pleasure to both of them. I wanted to please Karl by making him proud of me and I wanted to give Penny what she had given me.

I began to kiss Penny deeper and more passionately and found myself very aroused by her pleasure sounds as she moaned in response. I reached down and tweaked one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I saw her eyes close and her neck arch as she threw her head back. I was beginning to understand why Karl insisted that I keep my eyes open. It was a wonderful thing to watch her arousal unfolding. It began to fuel me as I placed warm kisses on her neck and throat and nibbled softly on her ear as I slowly exhaled the heat from my breath into her ear. I looked at her skin and could see the goose bumps rising and as I nibbled on her earlobe and played with her nipple I could see her nipples hardening.

I caressed my nails softly over her smooth skin and watched in fascination as the gooseflesh trailed behind my fingers and the little hairs stood at attention as I swept over them. She was so responsive that I found myself feeling confident that I would be able to pleasure her simply by following her cues. I looked up at Karl who was watching me intently. He smiled and nodded for me to continue.

Karl removed his clothes and then snuggled in close next to both of us, and as I leaned down to take her nipples into my mouth one at a time, he slipped his fingers into her pussy. She let out a long moan and arched her back. I continued kissing and sucking on her nipples as my hands caressed her all over. I moved down and began to stroke her thighs and I kissed Karl's hand as his fingers continued thrusting in and out of her pussy. Being so close, I could hear the sounds his fingers were making as they swished against her juices. He reached behind me with his other hand and squeezed my neck slightly before reaching up for a handful of my hair, pulling my head just slightly back as he removed his fingers from Penny's Pussy and placed them in front of my face. He first slid his fingers across my lips so I could feel the slickness of her juices. Then he held his fingers under my nose so I could smell her scent, and then he placed his fingers in my mouth so I could taste her for the first time.

She tasted so different from me. She had the sweetness of honey mixed with a slight tanginess like from an exotic fruit. Karl asked, "Do you like that bitch?" I nodded and licked my lips looking intently at Karl who still had a hold of my hair and then pushed my face straight into her pussy. He pushed my face so hard into her that I couldn't breathe at first, and when he let go, I felt her wetness all over my nose and lips and chin.

I slowly slid my tongue along her slit, tasting her and feeling her velvety softness. I could feel her lips puffing in response to my tongue. Karl was caressing my back and encouraging me as I let my tongue explore her pussy all over, her lips, her clit and around her opening as I listened to her sounds and became aware of her body language letting those sounds and movements become my guide.

I continued working on her pussy as Karl started to caress my ass. He then slightly penetrated my ass with his finger and I squirmed into his finger and moaned out loud as my tongue put more pressure on her clit causing her hips to slowly thrust toward my mouth. Taking the cue, Karl gently fingered my ass to her rhythm. As her hip thrusting increased, he increased his finger's penetration and eventually worked in a second finger, as she and I both became lost in the pleasure of the whole experience. Karl suddenly removed his fingers from my ass and started to lube his cock, pressing it against my cheeks it felt as hard as I could ever remember it being. I moaned in anticipation as he placed his cock against my asshole, rubbing the head around my puckered opening, whilst I continued with my tongue on her clit. 

Penny was grinding her hips into my mouth as I made tight, fast circles around her clit with my tongue and reached my hand up and pinched her inner thigh before sliding my fingers into her pussy, which was so wet and hot. I angled my fingers in just the right way and I listened for her reaction knowing I was hitting her g-spot right on.

I began to rock back on Karl's cock, trying desperately with each push to get it past the tight opening. Finally, I just pushed my ass back into him, and with a pop more felt than heard, the head of his cock was inside my warm ass. We both froze momentarily, savoring the new dimension of this adventure, as I pressed my fingers deeper into her.

Penny suddenly became quite vocal and I could feel her pussy squeezing my fingers as a minor orgasm trembled through her muscles, and she let out tight-panted little cries. Karl said firmly, "Don't stop." I switched to a broad tonguing, soothing her for a few moments, and then I once again dove in hard and fast, flicking my tongue firmly over her clit. She jerked her hips and gasped as her minor climax jumped instantly to a larger one.

I was pushing my ass onto Karl's cock in progressively deeper strokes until all of his cock was inside me, then my tempo quickened and I lost all control. He was fucking my ass hard now and as I concentrated on Penny's pussy he was thrusting in and out of my ass and I was crying out with pleasure as I tried desperately to keep focused on Penny.

My teeth nipped at her soft flesh as she bucked and tried to close her legs, then I sucked gently on her clit, making her gasp and cry out, bucking her hips again. I thought I was going to lose it as Karl continued pounding into my ass, I leaned my head back to cry out and he took my hair again and pushed my face back into her instructing once again for me not to stop until he tells me to.

I wedged my shoulders firmly between her legs and pinned her down with one arm stretched over the top of her right thigh, and Karl held down her left, while my tongue and fingers invaded her further, lapping and stroking with nonstop determination.

A third wave, as large as the second one, appeared to sweep through Penny's body. Moaning, she tipped her head back, as the climax tore through her. I could feel her pussy muscles gripping tightly as it pulsed around my fingers. 

Karl reached around and began to rub my clit as he fucked my ass; I was surprised at how quickly I responded to his touch. Moaning, I tried to catch my breath as the pleasure waves tore through me in shudders that raced out from deep in my belly; into my limbs and out of my mouth in a bellowing cry. At the same time, Penny was shivering and jerking her body uncontrollably as she had yet another orgasm. 

I was pushing myself violently hard against Karl's cock and he started thrusting to meet me and soon released his load inside my ass. I cried out again and began to spasm in my own orgasm, my tight little asshole convulsing around his cock and coaxing another spurt from him. 

With Karl's slowly softening cock still buried in my ass. I sensed how sensitive poor Penny must be now but Karl had not instructed me to stop yet, so I began to milk her gently with my tongue, I softened my strokes, switching to more soothing, flat strokes across her thoroughly aroused flesh. Mini-orgasms shuddered through her body in aftershocks, some larger, some smaller, as I kept at it.

Finally, Karl lifted my mouth from her as he pulled out of me. My face was soaking wet and glistening with her juices. I could see the rise and fall of her chest as she desperately tried to regain her normal breathing. I could see how glazed over her eyes were as she looked at me. Now totally spent; all three of us simultaneously collapsed onto the bed with our arms and legs tangled into one another. Our breathing was harmonious and soothing to the ear. 

Once again my feelings of awkwardness, fear and inadequacy were replaced with feelings of love, acceptance and belonging. I knew I had made my Master proud and for that I was truly proud of myself. I felt like I had taken another big step in my development as a submissive, of course that would never have happened without Karl's guidance and encouragement. Karl and Penny had already fallen asleep and as I drifted I contemplated my feelings for Karl, I found myself loving him even more if that were even possible.

The next morning as I was showering and getting ready for work, it suddenly occurred to me that I wasn't stressed in the least about a large presentation I had to deal with later this morning and wasn't yet prepared for. I somehow felt very sure of myself and my abilities to perform well under pressure and knew instinctively that it was going to be a very good day...



A Day in the Life of Me



I don't know why he even crossed my mind. It had been over three months since we had called it quits yet when she woke this morning that jerk was in my head. What the heck she thought to herself. 

All of a sudden, I looked at the clock and realized that I had a half hour before she had to be at work and I was not even washed and dressed. "Oh shit," I said and raced into the bathroom. I quickly showered and raced back into my bedroom. Quickly throwing on some clothes, I raced for the door. 

Thank God I only live five minutes from work otherwise I would seriously be late I thought to myself as I pulled into the parking lot. Locking the car door I ran inside. After clocking in, I went to find my manager. 

"What do you need me to do?"

"Take the boat over there and refill the seltzer."

"Okay." I slowly pushed the boat out to the aisle. It was always a surprise to my customers when they saw the size of the person pushing the heavy boat. I love the look on their faces when they see me behind the boat. Never underestimate me. Just because I am small does not mean that I can't do something. I reach the aisle and position the boat about halfway down it. This way it is easier for me to put stuff on either end of the aisle. 

After spending about twenty minutes filling up the seltzer, I begin to push the boat back into the backroom.

"Watch where you are pushing that thing you almost knocked my whole boat over," someone yelled. 

I came out from behind my boat to see who I had almost hit and came face to face with my worst nightmare. Standing in front of me was the ex-boyfriend that had somehow crept into my subconscious. "Why the heck did he had have to show up today?" I asked myself. This could get any more uncomfortable. Maybe if I get back behind my boat and keep going he won't even say another word to me. I turned around and started to back my boat.

"Hey, don't you think you should apologize."

I turned around fast and marched towards him. "What should I apologize for? I didn't actually hit you."

"That is no thanks to you. You are so lucky that I can stop this thing on a dime." He glared at me. 

"I'm sorry that you had to stop it so quickly but you don't have be so snippy about it."

"I was not being snippy. I was just calling it as I saw it. You always were the sensitive one."

" I don't want to argue with you especially while I am at work. I have get things done." I got back behind my boat and began pushing it back into the backroom. When I got back there, I almost ran into my manager. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," he said.

"I feel a bit distracted today."

"No problem. You didn't actually hit me. You can finish up the boat of paper products." He then exited the backroom.

After he left, I sat down on the cement steps and held my head in my hands. Get a hold of yourself. He is only a guy. It is not as if he should have any control over you. I found the boat and headed back out onto the floor. 

The rest of my shift was rather uneventful. After I clocked out, I checked my cell phone to see if there were any messages. There were two.

" Hey honey, it's mom. Can you please pick up a container of milk?"

The second one almost made my heart stop. It was from him. "I know I was rude but I had to call and tell you it was great to see you today. If you want to talk or hang out give me a call."

"Yeah, I'll hurry up and call you," I said sarcastically as I deleted the message. I grabbed the milk and headed home. 

When I got home, my mom asked, "How was work?"

"Work was work. It was a little annoying though."

"How so?"

"I ran into that jackass I broke up with a few months ago. Let's just say that he reminded me why we broke up. I wanted to shove my boat up his ass. Then he had the nerve to call my phone and tell me that if I wanted to hang out I should call him. Arghhh! I just wanted to scream really loud."

"It's okay just put that idiot out of your head. He is not worth the aggravation you are giving yourself."

"I know I just thought after that day I would not see his face ever again and there he was today and it brought back all the anger and hurt that I was sure I had buried. Well I guess I didn't bury it quite deep enough."

"It definitely isn't easy to get over someone when they work at the same place you do. I warned you of that didn't I?"

"Yes, you did. In this case mother did know best."

My mom came over to me and held me in her arms. " I desperately wished that I was wrong." They sat down and ate dinner. "I know that this is difficult but you know that you two breaking up was the best thing for everyone involved."

"Yeah I know. We were poison to each other." After dinner, we watched television. At ten thirty, I decided to head off to bed. 



A Day In The Life Of Natasha



My name is Natasha. I'm a normal female. I'm not ugly and not gorgeous. My body isn't like that of a supermodel, but it seems to work. Certainly, my body doesn't seem to repel guys; an added bonus, especially in my line of business. I'll get to that in a moment.

I work as an English teacher at a high school. That means 5 days a week of 7 hours a day of having to deal with horny teen-age boys that are trying to look down my shirt when I bend down, watching me cross and uncross my legs for a glimpse of thighs and perhaps something more. It's rather demeaning, but hey, a girl's gotta make a living, no?

After school is over, I have a special job. Yup, you got it. I'm a prostitute slash whore or whatever you want to call it. In other words, I have sex and I get paid for it. At a certain point in my life I realized that guys paid money to take me out in order to bed me. Why couldn't I just save time by just fucking the guy and have it over with, earning money in the process?

Don't get me wrong. I'm not a cynical gal. I do believe in love. I just don't believe it's about to happen to me. I'm sure there are real people that live happily ever after. On the other hand, sometimes a couple fight and break up and I don't need that kind of complication in my life. My family, as strange as they are, loves me. That's all the love I'm ever going to need.

My story starts on a day like other days. There was one sun in the sky. Birds were chirping. My laundry was piling up. The usual.

I arrived at the school on time. My classes were full of mostly students who didn't want to learn anything. A few kids who actually wanted to learn something were the quiet types. Thus, most of the lessons were chaotic. I taught what needed to be taught, though I doubt most of the kids heard anything I said.

Then, off to fucking males who were: a) desperate because they couldn't find a girl and needed any girl to satisfy their needs b) desperate because they had a girl but weren't "getting any" or c) just plain desperate without any particular reason.

My first customer was 50 years old. He looked old and very desperate. He confided me that his wife was always tired and he rarely had sex and never received oral sex now adays. Boo hoo. I wasn't at all sympathetic. But then, my job depended on people like him.

"I'll make everything better sweetheart. Let me make all of your problems go away," I spoke softly, in my "sexy voice" that always seems to have an effect on the desperate ones.

Yuck. That is all I have to say. I have no problem with people older than I am. I just don't like having sex with them. He was my father's age! Besides, he kissed like he was trying to suck my insides out.

My second sex encounter was with a guy about 18. He boasted about all the girls he had had sex with. He was just going through a rough patch. Yeah right! Can you spell v-i-r-g-i-n? 

Okay, he was really cute, if a little nerdy. I have a thing about stripping boys of their virginity. I know that sounds perverted... but I'll be the girl he always remembers. I'll make an impression that could last a lifetime. Okay, so maybe he'll never remember me. It's still pretty cool.

His problem was that when I gave him head, when he was close to his first orgasm done by a female, he lost control and pushed my head down. My mouth had all of his nine inches in it. He wouldn't let my head go and I almost barfed. He thrusted back and forth against the roof of my mouth. Then, shaking all over, he shot load after load of sperm into my mouth, leaving a bitter after taste.

You shouldn't do that to other girls little, inexperienced one. You have too much of a cock for it to be in a girl's mouth for any length of time. Anyone less experienced than me would have puked. Believe me, it is rather embarrassing when that happens.

99% of guys and a few girls think that the bigger the dick, the better. It isn't true. A dick that's quite small is maybe a problem because the girl barely feels him. 

Girls though, have a hard time fitting normal cocks down their throats. Cocks bigger than 6-7 inches are unpleasant to put in all the way because the girl will feel like she's about to choke and the barfing instinct kicks in. And getting a guy that's 8-9 inches inside of some pussies can be painful for the girl. 

Blessed guys can be a curse on their woman. Believe on this one. I may not be all-rounded, but on this subject I'm an expert.

My third and last client was a regular. He's about 30, with a wife and kids. He maybe immoral, but as I said before, guys like him help me make a living.

All his jeans have really thick buttons and it's very hard to unbutton them. Even with my practiced fingers, it takes me a minute to unbutton his pants.

In movies sex is almost always romantic and there is never an imperfect moment. In the real world, people have problems taking each others' clothes off. On TV it takes seconds to get ready to fuck each other. In real life people are really horny and they are so into each other, then in the midst of everything, someone has a problem with buttons or bra straps. Cest la vie. Deal with it.

So he makes me get on all fours (this guy gets really turned on by girls acting just like he thinks they are; sex maniacs and sluts that want to be humiliated). His dick reaches his puny 4.5 inches and he starts slamming in to me like a dog in heat. 

"You're such a bitch," he whispers into my ear. " I bet you've been aching to feel my cock inside of your sweet cunt all day."

(Hey, I'm a whore, not a bitch. If you insist on calling me names, at least get the right one. Anyway, what's with that "cunt" buisness? Sounds rather rude to me.)

"I bet you just want me to cover your body in sperm like the slut you are. Say it."

"S-say what?"

"Say you're a horny bitch that just wants to get laid!"

"I-I'm not!" I let an "involuntary" groan excapes my lips and I arch my back a little.

"Say it!" His hands pull my hair.

"I'm a horny bitch," I say in a low voice.

"Louder!" He yells threateningly. 

"I'm a horny bitch!" I moan again.

"That's better," his breath is warm against my ear. When I feel him about to climax, I scream and hold him tight. He proceeds to take his manhood out of my tight hole and sprays sperm all over me (yuck).

Guys are proud creatures and they are certain that a girl has never faked it with them. Well, I've got news for you boys. You wouldn't be able to tell. I've been with every guy imaginable and not one of them could tell I was faking it. Just make your girl happy and you will have less reason to worry.

Then home at last to read a book., shower (to get all the sperm off of my body *shudders*) and pleasure my body, since no other managed to succeed in satisfying me and making me cum today. 

I'm not cynical. I'm just a normal female with a strange sense of humor. I believe in passion. My first time was passionate and romantic, although I'm realistic too. Most times sex is just sex. A guy shoving his dick back and forth inside a pussy until he orgasms. Sex is only pleasurable for the female if the guy goes out of his way to make sure she enjoys herself. That's all there is to it.

So now you've seen what a day in my life is like. Are you shocked? Amused? Indifferent? Either way, this is my life. Maybe not much in your eyes, but I can live with it. Sometimes it can be quite hilarious. 

*Writer's note: Comments are appreciated. Any criticism that will help me be a better writer is always welcome. 



A Day In The Life Of Peggy



Matthew pressed the call button on his cell phone and felt his life ebb into the receiver and zap out into space. He was a dead man. What stood at his end of the phone was a shell, a husk. His life was officially over. The woman at the insurance company had been pleasant enough, of course, she was going to live a long and happy life. The sum of his claim was that the insurance company would have to send a claim rep out to review the accident. Matthew hung up the phone deflated and defeated, his shoulders hung as he watched a wisp of smoke curl up from under the hood of his fathers former Ferrari and dissipate into the hot summer air. There was still the ticking of cooling engine and the crackle of safety glass under his feet. 

160.

He had been going nearly 160 mph. Without the sophisticated brake system he would have been killed instantly which, under the circumstances, would have been a blessing. Amazingly, he slowed the car down enough before impact to let the roll cage keep him intact. The car however was not so lucky. He looked out behind him and saw two black lines of rubber stretch out for a good hundred feet. He was no expert but he was fairly certain that there was no way to fast talk his way out of this one. He was at fault and he would pay the ultimate price for it. 

Matthew leaned against the jersey barrier and waited for whatever portly, brown suit wearing, cigar chomping claims rep they were sending. He heard a car approach and slowly stood and turned to face the music. What he faced was not quite what he had expected. 

She was 5’3”, slim, with a body to die for. Her shoulder length brown hair shone in the sun and her suit clung to her hips most distractingly. She was exquisite, exquisitely 20 years older than he was. 

She held out a dainty hand and he took it softly. She said: “My name is Peggy” and he was hooked. He had to have her, at any cost he needed to be inside this woman his loins burned with desire for her. It surprised him how taken he was. Normally he was a slow moving guy, he had a reputation for not moving too fast, he enjoyed dating and never cheated. Wholly, he was a decent guy. As she surveyed the wreck he surveyed her. He watched her hips and stayed a half a step behind so he could steal glances at her perfect ass. 

How naïve he was. Peggy was completely aware of what he was thinking, the sexual energy between them was almost palpable. The air surrounding him cackled with young, pent up, animalistic, sexual power. She could hear his ragged breathing and loved the fact she could not only arouse men half her age but drive them crazy. Little did he know she was watching him as much as watching the wreck. He was striking, tall, over six feet so he towered over her. He was broad shouldered and wore his dark hair short, but long enough to get your fingers in. On the outside, she was all business but on the inside she was grinning at what she had done to this boy. She stopped and bent way over a section of the fender. He stopped behind her his breath catching audibly in his throat as he stared at her beautiful posterior. She could feel him behind her, his heat, his lust, she knew that at any moment he could take her. She could almost feel his hands on her, roaming all over her body, his bulge in her ass as he leaned in to kiss her ear and fondle her breasts, then dropping to undo her pants his strong hands pulling them and her panties down. The air on her exposed ass and pussy, all those cars driving by just feet away. She could just imagine his hands on her hips as he lined the throbbing head of his young cock up with her dripping center, then the shuffle of his feet as he positioned himself, the pause at her entrance, the anticipation of penetration, then in one powerful thrust of his hips…

“Well Matthew, you are a very lucky young man to walk away from this accident, how fast did you say you were going?”

He stared into her eyes for a long time silently, “I’m sorry?”

“How fast were you going?”

“Oh ahh 160” he said in a far off voice.

“A hun… a hundred and sixty?” She exclaimed.

“Oh, I mean 60,” he took a step toward her. They were close now, he looked down at her. “Peggy?”

“Yes?” she breathed.

He said nothing just stared at her before his eyes wandered boldly all over her body. She stood there and let him survey her. When his eyes fell on her crotch he stopped. She looked into his young face, he was so handsome, she watched him stared at her pussy a rush of heat building under his gaze. He snaked his tongue out over his bottom lip. The thought of his young, hard, muscular body crouched between her legs, his smooth boyish face looking up at her as his tongue worked her hard clit was too much, and she knew that was exactly what he was thinking about. He wanted to taste her.

She cleared her throat. 

“I’m going to have to ask you to come to my hotel room, I will need to ask you some more questions and ask you to fill something in. Come to this address at seven.” With that she handed him a card and stepped away from him. 

She was going to do it, she had invited this boy back to her hotel room and she was going to let him do what ever he wanted to her for as long as he wanted. She looked down at what she had done to him, his pants tented obscenely in front of him. He made no attempt to hide it. She wanted to touch him, to rub her palm over his cock, to take him in her mouth. She wanted him to take her there, on the hood of her car, her heaving breasts free, cars honking as they slowed to get a better look of this stud half her age pounding her wet pussy. She imagined some men stopping and leaving their cars in the street and coming to wait their turn as Matthew fucked her. Some would pull out their cocks and let her suck them off. Others she would jack off while she was getting tit fucked or face fucked. She imagined the massive traffic jam and her in the middle, beautiful gorgeous Peggy and all those dicks, hard for her.

Her panties were thoroughly soaked through by the time she buckled her seat belt and pulled away. She watched as Matthew got into a taxi and also pulled away. The accident, her job, everything was gone. She just needed to get back, freshen up and put on something sexy to await her new young lover’s arrival. When she returned to her hotel room the sun was starting to sink. The red sky shown through the curtains of her balcony and she opened them all the way. Then undressing, she stepped into the shower the desire to touch herself was almost overwhelming. She imagined her young lover in the shower with her, his big hands on her body, his body a tight, tense, ball of lust. Lust for her. She imagined his raging hard on protruding from his strong loins. She could feel his weight pinning her to the shower wall, their frantic kisses the feel of his teeth gently on her nipples as he sucked and licked her breasts. She shut off the water and dried herself, then she hung the towel and walked, naked, through her room past the balcony. The cooler evening air blew through the open doors of the balcony and cooled her wet skin. Peggy felt the familiar butterflies in her stomach. She looked out the doors then at the clock on the night stand: it was 7. She walked out onto the balcony and surveyed the busy scene below her. All those unsuspecting people below and around her turned her on even more as she boldly stood in the open, her naked body for anyone to see that was lucky enough to look in her direction. She knew how she would meet Matthew.

Young Matthew stood in the elevator willing it to move faster. He was smitten with this woman. How old she was never really occurred to him. Racing through his mind were all the things he wanted to do to her and with her. The elevator doors opened and he hurried to her door where he knew she awaited. He knocked and a sultry voice told him to enter.

The thick hotel door swung open silently. The room was dark and is slowly stepped in and shut and locked himself into her world. He stopped, his breath caught in his throat. She stood before him so nearly revealed. She wore a black silk teddy that clung to her curves. She stood in the doorway to the balcony her arms out stretched to the door frame on either side of her. 

He was frozen in time. He stared at her, burning her image into his brain so that he would never forget. He looked into her eyes, they begged him to take her. He walked to her quickly his stride revealed his need. She stopped him with an out stretched hand. 

“Take your clothes off, Matthew.” She said in a near whisper.

Her sultry voice drove him crazy, it carried her lust through the air and into his brain, already her words and his mind were entangled in passion. 

He was wearing a button down shirt and he pulled it from where is was tucked in his pants. Then he moved to the top button and began to reveal himself. Light shone from the apartment building behind Peggy and dimly illuminated the young, hard chest before her. She gasped and could wait no longer. She walked to him her hands reaching for his flat stomach. Slowly, looking up at him she wrapped herself around him and melted into his body. He lowered his head to hers and they kissed. She couldn’t help but moan gently as their passion mounted. His lips were soft but demanding, soon his tongue was in her mouth. They stood for a long time like this. Her hands roamed his muscular back and down over his ass. She could feel his erection pressing into her stomach and she ground against it, feeling its pressure sliding her silk teddy over her body. 

He pushed her away suddenly. He could wait no longer. He took her teddy and before she could think he wisked it over her head and threw it behind him. She was naked before him. She grinned at him, confident in her nakedness. She felt the night air blowing over her body as she stood in his gaze. 

Matthew was speechless. Her body, her hair, her legs. In print, person, or pixel, he had never seen a more perfect pair of legs. He could no longer resist. He removed his shoes, socks, and his pants. She watched him strip glad he left his boxer briefs on for her to remove. He walked to her. Peggy giggled at his intensity and backed away from him. He followed her out onto the balcony. She backed into the railing and stopped, leaning back on it. At any moment someone could look out their window and see them, or even walk out onto one of the adjacent balconies around them. 

“Now what are you going to do?” Peggy said coyly. 

He kissed her hard on the mouth. He traced the kiss down her jaw to her slender neck. He was firm but gentle as he followed her neck to her ear. She tilted her head back and was lost in his attentions. He sucked her earlobe and tickled her ear with his tongue before descending her neck to her collarbone. He kissed her shoulder and then the tops of her breasts. Her nipples ached, hard in the night air. She gasped when his warm wet mouth stopped to encase each rosebud. She held his head, winding her fingers through his hair as he sucked and nibbled gently. Her crotch flooded with wetness and she willed him further. Tonight there would be no disappointments. He knelt before her, her nipples hardening even further with the cool air blowing on their wetness. He kissed her stomach and licked along the line of her ribs to her side and down to her hipbone. He traced his tongue along her hip and down her leg. He took a leg in his hand and raised it. He kissed and sucked his way down the top of her thigh and down her calf. He kissed the top and side of her foot looking up at her. Then he ascended to the inside of her thigh. He tickled the tender flesh with his tongue and she spread her legs as his head pushed toward her center. 

She was ready. Her sex glistened in the subtle light. His tongue snaked from his mouth and touched her so gently she jumped with surprise. Then more firmly with his broad, flat, wet, tongue he traced a line up one lip, starting low and slowly moving up to her pubic mound. She sighed loud and closed her eyes. He repeated on the other side. He kissed and sucked the tendon on the inside of her leg moving inward until he sucked one of her tender lips into his mouth. He teased it with his tongue and Peggy gasped, he loved hearing her enjoy him. She could take no more. She held his head and mewed at him, he understood and quickly pierced her liquid center with his not tongue. She held his head tightly as she felt his tongue invade her. He twirled his tongue inside her before licked up and over her hard clit. She shrieked, uncaring as to who heard her. Peggy was locked in the throes of passion, her young lover’s tongue worked magic over her aching clit, flicking it to and fro sending bolts of sexual energy through her body. Her hips bucked on his face as he worked her steadily toward an orgasm. She was moaning loud into the night air, her fingers writhing in his hair she flew toward inevitability. 

Suddenly there was a noise to her right. She looked at the balcony next door. A woman was poking her head out to see what the noise was about. She walked out onto her balcony in her bathrobe. At first she didn’t see but when her eyes adjusted she gasped and dodged back toward the door, watching. Peggy gestured with her finger for her to come and look. Matthew ate happily unaware at her center whilst the young woman walked to the edge of the balcony and stared with wide-eyed wonderment. Peggy put on a show for her. She held Matthews head away from her so only his tongue was on her so the woman could see her dripping pussy. She moaned louder than normal and talked Matthew to her impending orgasm.

“Oh, that’s it baby. Oh, don’t stop, don’t stop licking me. Suck my clit baby, lick it.”

Peggy looked to see the woman, probably in her mid twenties, with her hand under her robe gently circling her clit with her middle finger. The sight of this woman fingering herself watching Peggy get eaten was too much and her orgasm was upon her. She clamped his face to her gushing pussy with her hands and exploded in a white hot climax. Her muscles tensed and release in rhythm as she exploded on her young lover. When it was over she pushed him away gasping. He stood still unaware of the woman next to him. 

Peggy kissed Matthew on the mouth letting the stranger watch as she licked her juice from his lips and chin. Then she knelt before him. She turned him so that the woman would get a side profile of what she was about to do. Peggy hooked the elastic band of his boxer briefs and pulled them out and down. He stepped out of them and his erection bounced up to her face. She took him in her hand, her fingers wrapping around him and, looking directly at the woman, gestured for her to take off her robe. The woman smiled embarrassed and shook her head no. Peggy was insistent and the woman finally opened her robe looking around, then reluctantly the let it drop. She was tall, her dirty blond hair was long and straight. Her breasts were small but looked terrific on her slender frame. She was completely shaved and her dainty hand went back to work on herself. Satisfied, Peggy turned and gently began stuffing the hard cock in her hand into her mouth.

Matthew moaned, a delight to Peggy’s ears, as he felt his length encased in his lover’s warm wet mouth. She sucked him gently but urgently, her fist following behind her lips as she pumped her head on his dick. The woman was franticly fingering herself now. One hand mauled her small, perfect breasts, while the other wildly frigged her clit. Her eyes never moved from Peggy’s face watching as his cock disappeared and reappeared in the sultry brunette’s mouth. Every time his cock pushed deep in her mouth the blond would push her fingers into her dripping hole. When Peggy withdrew her head she would pull her fingers from her sucking sex. She was imagining Matthew fucking her, her pussy was Peggy’s mouth over and over the blond penetrated herself until Peggy watched as the blond came. Her eyes squinted and she bit one fist as her hand brought her further and further into her orgasm. Peggy wished she was there to help her come but she was content to watch and suck the young cock in her mouth. When the young woman was done she smiled and waved weakly, walking back into her room on shaky legs. 

Matthew reached down and took Peggy roughly by the shoulders standing her up. He ran his tongue where his cock just was and then turned her and pushed her to the balcony. She gripped the cold steal in her hands and waited for him to enter her. Matthew took her by the hips and held her body steady he thrust forward a few times lining himself up, then in one long slow motion he entered her burning tunnel. He pushed forward and listened as a slow moan built in Peggy’s throat as he began long strokes into her body. Matthew loved the view of the perfect ass before him tapering to her slender waist and his cock plunging deep into her tight hole. He savored how she gripped his length trying to impede his retreat from her. He leaned over her back and Peggy looked back over her shoulder, they kissed and Matthew pulled playfully on Peggy’s shining brunette mane as he fucked her steady. Peggy’s breasts swung free under her body as Matthew picked up speed working himself more urgently in and out of her now. 

She looked across the way and saw the hundreds of lights of the apartment building. Suddenly she caught a lit room with a silhouette of a man, he was waving. Was he waving at her? She watched as he brought a pair of binoculars to his eyes. Matthew was pounding her harder and harder and her orgasm was rushing up on her, she moaned loud into the night air and pushed back on him to make him bottom out in her harder. She was now acutely aware of how this man must be looking at a close-up of her face in his high-powered binoculars. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the thorough fucking she was getting at the hands of her new, virile, young lover. She squeezed down on his cock as it pounding in and out of her slender frame. When she opened her eyes she was looking in another window. There was a couple. The man stood in the door to their balcony while the woman knelt at his feet and sucked him, he was looking at Peggy’s balcony. Soon she saw two women, they were watching intently and turning to each other saying something and watching more. They began feeling each other’s bodies, then they kissed, breaking only so they could watch Peggy get fucked up on her hotel room balcony. When they could take no more they retreated to their bed to satisfy the urge that Peggy planted with her brazen public display. All over the building people watched her and masturbated to her getting ravaged by Matthew, or got their partners and watched together. Some stood on their own balconies and fucked. 

Peggy was close now, she looked back at her man, feeling his hands all over her back and ass. He slapped her cheeks as he worked her hard. She loved being taken, and Matthew was definitely taking her. He pulled her onto him and thrust hard into her pussy. She gushed on his length and the wet, sloppy, slapping sounds of sex filled her brain. She moaned and felt her orgasm rushing to fruition. She cried his name and he hers. They screamed together and she felt him swell and harden in her. She held her breath for a second as her young lover pulled back on her hair. She felt the first rush of his seed inside her and it pushed her over the edge. Peggy’s ragged breathing was broken by intermittent screams of passion as he rode her to ecstasy. Her vagina pulsed on his cock as he pounded her with all he had. Her orgasm tore through her body fulfilling her desires. He pumped stream after stream into her until he was spent. He collapsed over her back and again they kissed. They stood and she felt him fall from her, she regretted her sudden emptiness and felt him running down her leg as they moved slowly into the room. She left the door open as he got her a towel to clean herself. 




A Day In The Life Of Peggy



They fell onto the bed and kissed like lovers. The night was fast, it passed like a night of passion will. He would hold her from behind and the seconds would slip away until she felt him lengthen behind her, his swelling hardness at her ass. She would smile contently; elated at his tirelessness, then she would hold him in her hand as she rolled onto him slipping him easily inside her. They would gasp at the sudden contact of their sexes as he would fill her and she would ride him to another of many orgasms of the night. 

In the morning they lingered, even if awkwardly. He wanted her and she wanted him but their time was over, for now, and he parted with only a kiss leaving her with a feeling of content. Peggy packed and dressed and prepared her departure. She held her bag and left the room behind her. When she closed door she sensed someone beside her. It was the blond from the balcony. Sudden recognition washed over them and Peggy smiled at her. The blond blushed and looked away. Perhaps this story continues…



A Day In The Life Of Ron Jeremy



OK, before I start I want to make one thing clear – I am a big Ron Jeremy fan. I think he is a true artist and a great ambassador for the adult entertainment industry. He has also enjoyed a career most of us only dream of - fucking some of the most beautiful and talented women in porn, Traci Lords and Ginger Lyn spring to mind.

Ron 'The Hedgehog' Jeremy walked into his LA apartment, threw his keys on the kitchen bench and reached into the fridge for a beer. He was exhausted having been on set all day although not the whole day was spent in front of the camera.

He had arrived early to oversee the scene set up and run through some last minute instructions with Herschel Savage the movies director. Then his co-star had arrived and there followed the obligatory introductions. Although they had never met she was obviously aware of Ron's work and said that she was looking forward to working with him. Ron was happy, she had a very pretty face and huge tits, and he liked working with black girls as his cum looked good glistening on ebony skin.

Then it was into costume and makeup. The plot was loosely based on one of the Star Trek spin-offs so he was dressed in a tight red shirt and a pair of tight black pants which showed off his cock nicely. Then there was the obligatory wait while the crew did the final set up and prepared the shoot. After a lengthy wait and a few jokes with the crew he had heard the call, and his co star had appeared wearing a sparkling bikini and some flashing antenna. Going through his lines one last time as they took up their positions the director called 'Lights, Camera… and Action.'

After some corny dialog about the space virgin being curious about earth men and how they reproduce he took out his penis and told her to get down on her knees. She had sucked his dick for all she was worth and soon had the massive member standing at full erection. He then stripped her and lifted her onto a control consul and ate her pussy out, making her cum. Standing up he had impaled her on his monster meat and pumped till he was ready to blow, paused and eased himself out of her spasming cunt. He turned her around, bent her over and entered her from behind, again pumping her quim until he was ready to squirt and then withdrawing - this time aiming his tool at her asshole. He vigorously buggered her, his heavy balls slapping against her clit, until he heard Herschel cry out 'OK time for the Money Shot.' Ron pulled out and she turned around, dropping to her knees He jerked spurt after spurt of jism over her face and into her open mouth. The camera panned in to focus on the white sperm dripping onto her heavy breasts and she took hold of his now drooping prick and used the cock head to rub his spunk into her tits, especially her nipples. 

'Cut, nice job you two,' the director had said, and with that Ron and his well fucked co star had shaken hands and gone off to get dressed. But Ron had stayed around to watch the next scene being filmed. It was to be a threesome and he had been giving the young male stud a few pointers on doing two women at once when the time came for action. He watched as the two women had sucked cock and been fucked in turn, with more than a little lesbian cunt licking and fingering to keep the action hot. Despite emptying his nuts only an hour earlier Ron felt his cock stirring in his pants and he excused himself from the set to go and find the fluffer he had seen working the young mans dick earlier. He had found her in the makeup trailer and had talked her onto her knees in two minutes flat. She had slowly wrapped her lips around his shaft and sucked him with all the passion of a lover and all the skill of a hooker, giving him the sloppy, slutty blowjob most men only dream of. The fact that it was off camera and for pleasure not profit, and yet was as dirty as any porn film, got him off quicker than normal, and his spooge soon surged up the length of his wang, through the head of his cock, and dribbled down her chin.

After giving the fluffer a thank you cunt lapping, nearly losing his ears when she had come moaning and yelping from the intense tongue work, he went off in search of the stills guy. 

The stills guy was the photographer who took snaps of the sex scenes for sale to hard core magazines, and Ron wanted to approve the sheets of pictures from the last three days filming. 

Sitting in a quiet office at the side of the set, flicking through pictures of himself having sex with several women, and in particular an orgy scene with a total of eight people which had been extremely hot to film, Ron found that his unstoppable dick was stirring again. He was already squeezing his tool through his pants when he arrived at the cumshot sequence from the group fuck scene. He and another man had knelt beside a beautiful blonde and had blown their loads over her tits, while another man had jacked his load over her nicely trimmed pubes. Ron was half looking at the pictures and half remembering the moment when he gripped his meat hard and came into his pants.

Happily spent, he was just about to leave when Herschel had come up to him and asked if he was interested in casting a new redhead for an upcoming film. Grinning, the big man said simply 'Lead on buddy' and followed the director to an adjoining set. There was harsh studio lighting illuminating a stage with only a sofa for furniture. Reclining on the sofa was a naked redhead with a pretty 'girl next door' face and a lovely, heavy pair of tits. She was gently rubbing her clit, and as the two men started to strip in front of her she lifted her finger to her mouth and tasted her own sex juice. They had stood in front of her and she had sucked and stroked them both to maximum stiffness. Ron had then moved to her pussy and for the third time that day began to probe her fleshy folds, making her shudder with raw lust. 

By the time he had licked her to orgasm Herschel had already spunked his nuts over her face, his first load of the day. He was standing wanking himself back to erection as Ron placed the blunt head of his cock against the girls opening and thrust inch after inch of stiff fuckmeat into her body. By the time his heavy balls were resting against the soft curve of her ass her cunny was squeezing as another orgasm shuddered through her body. He pulled his long, veiny penis almost entirely out of her slippery slit then thrust it slowly back up to the hilt. She moaned, lost in a rolling multiple orgasm. 'Gimmie some of that cunt' Herschel grunted, his prick now hard again and jutting out in front of him. Ron laid down on the sofa on his back, the redhead then lay down on him face up and Herschel positioned himself between her legs, still jacking his pecker. Herschel slid his meat into her stretched opening and she ground her pussy back, with Ron's dick resting between her ass cheeks, and his hands wrapped around her pendulous boobs. 

'How about some dirty talk, baby' suggested Herschel as he frantically fucked her. Moaning and whimpering she'd started to say 'fuck me harder, yeah, are you gonna put that big dick in my ass? There's a big hard cock in my cunt, fucking me, making me cum, ah, you going to fuck that cock up my virgin ass?, ooh yeah fuck me.'

Ron had rubbed the head of his dick against her puckered little asshole and felt her stiffen in anticipation, but then put his cock up against the base of Savage's shaft and firmly pushed his dick into her fuck hole. She had given a long, low grunt and then stayed silent, only able to focus on the two cocks reaming her flange. The two men had fucked her with gusto, knowing she would soon be spent and wanting to finish themselves before she made them stop, or she passed out from the intensity of her own orgasms. Pumping her slippery hole simultaneously had got both men quickly to the point of cumming and with a yell of 'Oh, fuck yeah, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!' Savage withdrew and vigorously pumped his dick squirting jet after jet of white sperm over the girls chest, belly and pubes. With globs of spunk still dripping from the head of his softening cock Savage had moved up to the girls head, bent down and kissed her and then placed the head of his penis into her mouth. Then it had been Ron's turn and he withdrew his already spurting cock and pushed it up between her legs. His semen splashed all over her trimmed pubic hair and ran like a river down her belly. Showing considerable skill she had reached down gently and massaged the last few drips of cum from his still engorged fuck tube while sucking Savages dark dick, and licking his empty balls. 

Ron had dressed quickly while the other two had stayed on the couch kissing and cuddling. 'You aren't going to fuck her again are ya?' he asked as Herschel's cock began to twitch back into life. 'I do believe no one has fucked this young lady up the ass yet' had come the reply, and b fore his own desires could get the better of him he wished the aspiring porn star good luck with the upcoming movie, and said his goodbyes.

On the way home he had stopped at his local adult bookstore and picked up a copy of an old movie he had made, one of the first. Now he sat on his own sofa, beer in hand and the video remote beside him. He had slid the tape into the VCR and was fast forwarding to about where his scene was. Pressing play an image flickered into life on the giant TV screen. Ron, twenty years younger, was slipping his cock into Aunt Peg, and smiling to himself he took a swig of beer, reached down and unzipped his pant...