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A Day in the Life

By: SurelySubtle



It was 8:15 p.m., and Josie fidgeted in her seat. The medium sized butt plug nestled snugly her rear wasn't exactly helping either. Her Master required her to wear it at all times, only to take it out to use the bathroom. It took her a few days to master sleeping with it in, but she eventually got the hang of it. At this time, she was anxiously waiting for her class to end so that she could race to her car to meet him. Her Master happened to be in town for the next few days. As the CEO of a shipping company, he traveled frequently so face to face training sessions only happened once every few weeks.

Keith glanced at the clock in his hotel room. 9:00 p.m. His slut should be on her way anytime now. He readied her leash, collar, blindfold, gag and cuffs, and propped open the door. She was quite a bit younger than he was accustomed to. 22 to his 42, but interestingly enough she had some experience despite her age, which was both a good and bad thing. Part of the fun of a new trainee is to guide and correct them; however, despite the occasional down turn of her lips when told to do something she didn't necessarily like, she was obedient and willing to please.

As soon as Josie entered the hotel lobby, she skipped over to the elevator. She kept repeating in her mind the instructions her Master gave her. She fidgeted nervously, consciously aware of how wet she was. She walked up to the correct room and took a deep breath, closed her eyes and entered, immediately falling to her knees.

She heard some rustling coming from within the room, and shortly her Master came up to her, systematically putting on a blindfold, collar, and leash. He wordlessly tugged on the leash, and she crawled toward the direction he pulled her until she felt him pulling up. She got up on her knees, and felt him rubbing his cock against her face. She instinctively opened her mouth, but he immediately pulled back and slapped her.

"So eager to suck cock, aren't you slut?"

"Yes, Master," she replied breathlessly.

"Sorry slut, you're gonna have to wait. Keep your mouth shut."

He noticed her lower lip protruding slightly and had to chuckle. He proceeded to slap her face with his cock until he stiffened to full mast, at which point smeared some developing precum over her upper lip. He then leaned forward and spat in her face, and pulled her up by her hair. He roughly bent her over a table, cuffed her ankles and wrists and tied her securely to it. She felt him pull out the butt plug, and made a cry of surprise as it popped out of her. She heard him move about, for a few moments before feeling him shoving what felt like 5 little balls into her aching asshole.

Moving toward her head, he said to her, "You're permitted to suck my cock now, cunt."

She opened her mouth and sucked on it gratefully. She felt his hand at the back of her head as he pushed his cock deeper to the back of her throat, and the other pinched her nose. He held her there until she started to pull back, and his grip tightened. He chucked again, and released her nose after 5 more seconds taking joy in hearing her panting, mouth still full of his cock. After fucking her throat for a bit, he moved away from her face and pressed a vibrator against her clit, causing her to jerk violently.

"Don't you dare cum, whore," he reprimanded as she whimpered pathetically.

He shoved it into her sopping wet pussy as she started trembling. He left it in her and stood back watching in amusement. When she started moaning and whimpering louder, he shoved the gag into her mouth, removed the vibrator and fucked her cunt until he came.

Satisfied, he pulled out of her, patted her on the head and said, "Good girl," while he removed the blindfold. She blinked a few times, getting accustomed to the light and looked at him pleadingly. He grabbed a tissue, wiped away at the drool pooling at the bottom of her lip, and released her of her bonds. He then guided her to her knees, and told her to fetch one of her shoes.

While she crawled towards her shoes, and picked up one of her little slippers and crawled her way back to him, Keith grabbed one of the clothes hangers provided by the hotel.

"You're in luck, slut. They have my favorite kind of clothes hangers here. Go ahead and drop that by my feet. Up on your knees."

Mouth still with gag, her whimpers came out muffled as he attached the clothes hanger clips to her protruding nipples. He then had her kneel on her hands and knees in front of the couch, placed her shoe on the hook, sat down, propped his feet on her back and pulled out his laptop to get some work done.

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A few moments later, he noticed his footrest fidgeting. Realizing her shoulders were probably giving in, he decided to have some mercy. Finishing up what little he started, he closed his laptop and allowed his slut to get up on her knees. She winced as the full weight of her shoe tugged at the clothes hanger with this motion before he tossed the shoe aside, and but the blindfold back on her. She made a pained expression and whined as he started pulling at the hanger and wiggling it around.

"I thought you liked it rough, pet," he teased before releasing her nipples making her grunt in agony. He then ruthlessly pinched and twisted them making her rock her head back and cry out in pain. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the hair and pushed her on her back pulled her legs apart and shoved two fingers inside her cunt, at the same time releasing the gag from her mouth. 

She swallowed hard and bit her lower lip, arched her back, and was visibly holding back the onset of orgasm. Rather than letting her finish, however, her Master merely pulled his hand away and shoved them into her mouth, and repeated this motion.

"Seems like you like the taste of your pussy, isn't that right, cunt?"

"Yes, Sir," she squeaked back at him, right before he twisted her body, one hand still holding her head down by the hair and roughly shoving his fingers into her ass.

She drew a sharp intake of breath, as he wiggled his finger inside of her. She grimaced when she felt him press them to her lips, but resolutely opened her mouth and tasted... chocolate? With the dawning realization that the balls he pushed in earlier were little of chocolate candy, she shuddered anew, and was glad that she was blindfolded. He repeated this motion until she had eaten all the chocolate that he could scoop up.

He then proceeded to secure her legs to a spreader bar about 2 feet apart. First, she heard the vibrator going at full speed, then the sound of ripping tape. Securing the vibrator firmly to her cunt, her Master then straddled her face and shoved his cock down her throat, while holding her wrists over her head.

Unable to hold back any longer, against her will she came violently, muffled sounds of defeat escaping from her cock filled mouth.

Her Master tisk tisked, and pulled away from her. Immediately she started apologizing, but he shoved the gag back into her mouth, saying "Don't speak out of turn, cunt. You came without my permission. Take your punishment with grace."

Turning off the vibrator and pulling the tape off, he ordered, "Hold your pussy lips apart, slut."

Whimpering, she did as he ordered, and immediately felt him flick her clit hard with his fingers, 3 times in succession.

When her squirming ceased, he used his crop on her, 10 strokes to her clit, 10 strokes to each still sensitive nipple, 25 to each inner thigh. When he was through, she breathed a sigh of relief, and he flicked her clit once more.

Now, uncuffing her ankles, taking off the blindfold, and pulling the gag out of her mouth, he turned her on her side and shoved his cock into her sore pussy and fucked her roughly until he saw her tense up, and allowed her to cum.

"Thank you, Master," she breathed when she was through.

"You're welcome, slut," he replied.

Then pulled out of her, and guided his cock gently into her mouth, allowing her to taste her cum and finish him off. He ejaculated onto her face, and had her kneel by the foot of the bed, and attached her leash to one of the legs. He passed over to her a pillow and an extra blanket, and ordered her on her hands and knees. After grabbing something from the bathroom, she felt him shove her butt plug back in.

"I think it's about time we both got some rest, slut," and patted her head.

"Yes, Master," she said, arranging her sleeping arrangements, "Goodnight, Sir."

"G'night, cunt."

A Day in the Life



Just an ordinary day; when lives intertwine and stuff happens...I hope you enjoy it! 

ColdCat xxx

(With many, many thanks to my travelling friend.)

A Day in the Life

Sam found herself waking early and for a while enjoyed the misty transfer from oblivion to consciousness. She flipped from her usual position flat on her tummy, and curved towards the sleepy body next to her, moulding herself comfortably into Nasri's back. She smiled when she heard the drowsy mumble and buried her face into her lover's luxurious soft curls. Sam's arm crept over Nasri's body and curled protectively around her middle. Life was good.

Nasreen Saadi stirred when she felt Sam snuggle up to her back and smiled sleepily as she felt a hand slide over and come to a rest on her tummy. She loved Sunday mornings, especially the ones where Sam wasn't rushing off to work, and today she was looking forward to a long restful lie in. The hand curled tenderly on her tummy tickled and as usual she felt the beginnings of desire start to tingle. She covered Sam's hand with her own and pulled it up to cover one of her own bountiful breasts, feeling her nipple harden as her lover's warm hand closed over her.

'Mmmmmmmmm, good morning beautiful.' Sam's words were muffled by Nasri's hair and her body pressed harder against her back as she felt the warm breast leap to life beneath her touch.

Nasreen didn't answer but her bum pushed back into Sam's hips as she once again took her lover's hand and this time brought the fingers to her lips, kissing them lightly before returning it to her breast. But she sighed as Sam caressed lightly, enjoying the familiarity of fingers tracing along her cleavage and the knowing possession of her nipples.

Sam could feel the sexual tension building in Nasri and decided to tease a little,

'Feeling sleepy darling?'

Again no words, but an almost unperceivable shake of the head and a sharp intake of breath as Sam rolled a slightly more engorged nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

'Shall I go and make you some coffee?' Sam asked helpfully, smiling when Nasri again grabbed her hand tightly and began to push it down to rest on the tight curls between her legs.

'Ohhh...well that clears that up,' Sam murmured, running her fingers thru tight pubic curls, pulling and teasing.

Sam's fingers explored slowly, tracing over Nasreen's inner thighs and plump mons. With a sigh Nas lifted her right leg slightly and hooked it backwards, resting her foot behind Sam's knee, leaving herself wide open to probing fingers; her invitation obvious. Sam needed no further encouragement and she delighted to feel how wet her lover had become as she stroked along her swollen lips. 

As she continued to fondle Nasri's delightfully slick pussy Sam wriggled her left arm under Nasreen so that when it emerged it was able to grasp her lovers breast, knowing that the double stimulation was always much appreciated. The response was immediate as she felt her companion begin to rock her hips, finally breaking her silence.

'God Sam, you make me feel so good...so good.'

Nasreen's voice, even thick with desire, was beautifully modulated. A rich chocolaty velvet voice formed in the best private schools and honed in court. It had captivated Sam when she had first heard it and still thrilled her. She began to rub a little faster and squeezed the rigid nipple a little harder; her secret delight was to hear Nasri's stunningly cultured voice cry out in excitement,

'Sam, oh fuck...oh fuck Sam, I'm coming...'

Nasreen exploded and bucked endlessly, crying out her pleasure and when she came back to planet earth, Sam held her tight.

'I want to touch you too,' Nasri whispered,

'Go back to sleep.'

'No.'

'Yes...later, I love you, go back to sleep.'

'Ok.'

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Later came as Sam was struggling to wake for a second time that morning. In her dream she was swimming in a warm pool; but the water was running over her, touching her, caressing her and she found herself desperately seeking source of the pleasure. She awoke and became aware, again on her tummy, seconds before her orgasm hit hard and strong. It was fabulous and shocking and totally unexpected and she found herself screaming out into the soft pillows.

Sam turned and saw Nasreen leaning over her, a wicked grin on her face.

'Wow darling, that was loud.'

'What did you do to me?'

'Something good I suspect, are you ok?'

'Yes...no...I don't know.'

And Sam didn't know; she felt edgy and wired with a pressure building up inside of her. She felt impossibly horny. That was it. She shrugged helplessly,

'Oh Nas, I think...I think I want more.'

Nasreen laughed her deep, glorious, sexy chuckle. 'Oh dear no, we can't have that, not in the state you're in.'

Sam watched with dismay as her lover climbed off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. She lay back, closed her eyes and breathed deeply; frustrated, almost confused as she listened to the water running in the adjoining room. The bed dipped slightly as Nasreen climbed back on, peeling the covers off and spreading Sam's legs.

'You're all messy my love, let me help you with that.'

The cloth was wet and very warm and Nasreen rubbed it carefully along Sam's inner thighs and gently wiped between her legs. The thrill was instant; the soothing warmth on her swollen excited flesh followed by a chill as the morning air quickly cooled the moisture on her skin

Sam shivered, not sure if it was the cold or her excitement, 'Nasri, that's cold.'

'I know darling, I'll warm you up don't worry.'

Sam whimpered powerlessly as Nasri bent over her. The warmth of her mouth seemed to almost burn on Sam's chilled flesh; her hot tongue burrowed deeply inside her making her feel as though she were melting. Nasreen took her time, she always did. She had once told Sam that she was savouring her; Sam loved how that sounded and she adored how it felt...she was being savoured! This time she felt all of it; every lick and swipe of her lover's tongue, every suck of her lips. The build up was intense and Sam felt her thighs tremble as she allowed Nasri's mouth to tease and excite. 

Sam experienced a series of wild sensations; warm trembling shudders in her belly and legs and breasts. They built and built but soon the feelings started to coalesce; to focus down onto the part of her body claimed by Nasri's mouth. For a long moment nothing else in the world existed for her, a plateau of pleasure, before she lost control; back arching as heat burst inside of her. Clever Nasri, beautiful clever Nasri coaxed and cajoled more and more until she felt she could bear no more, but not bear it to stop. At last she felt herself released, and slumped, utterly sated back onto the bed.

Sam lay panting and gasping and trying to recover her fractured senses as Nasri kissed her way slowly up her body.

'I'm hungry, are you hungry? I feel like toast and fresh coffee, how does that sound?'

Sam could only nod her acquiescence and gave her sexy lopsided grin that Nasreen adored so much. She watched Nas settle into a robe and start out of the room before she leaned up on her elbows and spoke softly,

'Nasri, I love you.'

Nasreen turned and saw her lover propped up on the bed. Long and lean, with her short hair messy from sleep and her face happy and flushed; she felt her heart lurch. Quickly she crossed the room and kissed Samantha hard on the mouth before hugging her tightly.

'Wow, what did I say?'

'Just the right thing darling.'

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The two women shared a companionable breakfast in bed. Completely at ease with each other they cuddled and munched toast and planned their day.

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Nasreen Saadi was a first generation Englishwoman of Pakistani decent. Her father had taken British nationality in his mid 30's; he was wealthy and powerful in his field and had proudly given his four children the best education money could buy. Nasreen was the eldest and the only girl and her father had indulged her desire to practise Law in a way that belied his own strict upbringing. Her brothers, all doctors, had followed their father, had all married the 'right' girls and were all adept at toeing the line. But Nasreen had forged her own path. She was quite young when she had decided that men held no interest for her; she had politely declined to meet with the young men presented to her by her parents and had worked hard to overcome the prejudices set against her as a Asian woman in a world dominated by what might be defined as 'the old boys club'. She was a barrister; she worked hard and was good at what she did.

She was a gorgeous woman. Of medium height with pale skin inherited from her Iranian grandmother and glossy dark hair, she turned heads. She had a full figure, and in her expensive clothes she exuded a classy curvaceous elegance. With the wig and gown she wore on court days paired with a sombre suit, Nasreen Saadi was an imposing figure.

She had always been careful with the women she dated. She kept her private life strictly private. It pained her that her family and her father in particular struggled to accept her sexuality and so she maintained a tactful distance. But she wondered after a number of failed and disappointing relationships whether she would ever fall in love; and that all changed when she met Samantha Bentham.

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Sam Bentham had a completely different upbringing. Born in the North of England in a large working class family she had married young. She had given up work when her husband's construction business had taken off and was soon discreetly all but running the company. Babies followed quickly, a boy and a girl and before long her life was lost in a whirl of work and kids and finance. All safely negotiated from behind closed doors; the perfect backroom worker.

She was tall and naturally athletic and loved to run. The only moments of the day she felt completely herself were when she was pounding the roads around her neighbourhood plugged into her music or sitting quietly watching her children sleep. She was attractive although she didn't realise it and stuffed her long lovely figure into shapeless clothes, because no one seemed to care how she looked, and restlessly got on with her life.

Then one day she woke up to find that her children were grown and had left home to study at Uni and her husband of 25 years had left her for a younger model. Even worse, the business that had prospered due to her diligence behind the scenes was failing in an economic crisis that seemed endless.

She took 8 months to pull herself together. She asked for and was given a divorce and she took what money she could and started a new life. She took a look at herself and decided on a change; her hair was styled short and funky and her jeans became low cut to show off her great ass. She did these things for herself, no one else. Sam decided to study garden design part time and took a job at a nearby garden centre to gain experience and pay the bills; and that was where she met Nasri.

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Nasreen may have been a demon in the courts but she was lost amongst plants. The long straight rows of greenery were alien to her. Samantha saved her. Sam had seen her come in and was shocked to discover that she thought Nasri was the most gorgeous woman she had ever set eyes on. It wasn't just her looks or her voice, rich and lovely though it certainly was, but her whole persona; confident and sure.

It worked both ways. Nasreen was bowled over by the tall lithe woman in front of her, with her easy walk and funky look and that dazzling smile. She knew without doubt that this was a woman she wanted to get to know and was suddenly nervous as she wondered how to make it happen. Several weekends and many purchases later and she had finally plucked up the courage to ask her out for coffee. 

Sam had known immediately that she was being asked out on a date. She hadn't the slightest inclination to decline despite the fact that she had never even considered a relationship with another woman as remotely possible. 3 years had passed since then, and Sam had not regretted a single day.

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Nasreen and Sam had a Sunday habit. Regardless of the weather and, as long as Sam wasn't working, they would drive down to the local seaside town and take a stroll along the promenade. They had worn every conceivable mixture of clothing over the years to cope with varying weather; in fact dressing for the occasion was part of the delight.

Today was cold and windy but bright and the two were bundled up in coats and scarves and gloves as they walked. They did not hold hands exactly, they had some unwritten rule about that, but they could never walk without actually touching each other. With the wind blowing in from the sea the two women had linked arms and were walking leaning very close to each other, their heads touching, and every now and again Sam would feel Nasri's hair whip across her face.

As usual they always found something to talk about; the white tipped waves as far as the eye could see, the young sea bird flapping madly just to maintain a position, the old girl on her usual bench chatting to the pigeons. Both women enjoyed the familiarity of the walk and each other as well as the new sights they encountered each time.

Charlie Poulter watched as the two women approached. They were regular customers of his and he appreciated their routine especially in the low season when the prom was usually deserted. They always looked so comfortable in each other's company and he wondered what brought them together so often on a Sunday. Maybe their husbands played golf together, or the kids went to Sunday school nearby. In all his considerations he never once imagined the two women were lovers.

Charlie was sick. His heart was severely damaged and he was on a transplant list but didn't hold out much hope. He knew his life might be shortened and as such he let his imagination run riot occasionally. As the women approached he began to imagine which of the pair he would prefer to ask out; the glamorous Asian lady with all her thick wavy hair, or the tall sexy one with her never ending legs and lovely smile. Almost in the same thought he imagined his wife, the one true love of his life, busy at home preparing the family dinner and he smiled at his own foolishness.

'Morning ladies, two teas is it?'

'Yes please.'

'You're a brave pair, coming out in this weather.'

'We couldn't miss an opportunity to see you Charlie, you know that.'

Charlie beamed.

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Sam wasn't beaming later that day. Her guts were clenched and her nerves were pushing her pulse rate up.

'Samantha please relax, it's just dinner.'

'It's just dinner...with your parents!'

'But it will be fine, try and calm down, go and design a garden or something.'

Sam sighed, 'a garden is a thing of beauty; the only thing I could design right now would be post apocalyptic.'

'Oh very funny, funny girl.'

'I'll go for a run.'

Nasreen captured her lover's face between her hands, 'ok, be careful.'

Sam ran slowly, her thoughts on Nasri, who wasn't as calm as she pretended to be. But as she ran she began to relax and as she relaxed she began to think of her daughter.

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Grace Bentham flopped heavily onto her sofa, her exhaustion both physical and mental. She had just completed a double shift in the Accident and Emergency department, including the dreaded Saturday night 'run'. She could literally smell the heady mix of booze and puke lingering about her. It was time for a shower.

As Grace stood and allowed the water to beat down on her, washing away the tiredness, ache's and smells that seemed to go with being a junior doctor, she thought of her mum. She smiled to think of how nervous and edgy she became when she was about to play hostess to Nasreen's parents.

It had taken Grace many months to get over her father's infidelity; somehow she had felt her mother had deserved better. And yet, she had known he would go; her mum did nothing to make the best of herself, almost becoming lost against a background of work. She knew her parents loved both her and her brother, she was sad when they split up but she was totally shocked and horrified when she first realised her mother had started a relationship – with another woman!

Grace cringed slightly when she remembered her first immature handling of the situation; how she had rather selfishly panicked about what own friends might think about her 'gay' mother. Secretly she had rather envied her younger brothers carefree attitude, 'Whathefuck Gracie, if she's happy?!'

But Nasreen was lovely; attractive, confident, funny as hell and hard to dislike. Grace could see what had attracted her mum, and slowly her own self-centred attitude began to change. 

When Adam, her brother, had graduated it had become something of a family drama as to whether Nasreen would attend the ceremony. Her father and new step-mum were both going and Grace had known her mother would rather not cause any kind of a scene. It was she who had persuaded her mum that it would be fine. 

Grace had felt a strange kind of pride seeing the two women together. Her mother had changed; become much more confident about the way she looked. Even her walk had altered and she used her full height with a cocky self assurance. Sam had looked fantastic, classy and modern with her new short hair and long leather coat and Grace had been gratified to see Nasreen stand back somehow and allow her mum to take centre stage. Grace realised suddenly that her father had never offered her mum that kind of courtesy and her opinion of Nasreen had soared even higher.

Standing under the steaming water, Grace's thoughts turned to more domestic areas; she desperately needed a job, to find another junior doctor rotation for next month, and things weren't looking good.

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Nasri worked hard in her kitchen preparing a meal she knew her parents would like; lamb slowly cooked with a selection of spices until rich and tender. To keep Sam busy she had tasked her with making dessert and the tall woman had produced a wonderful chocolate torte, something her mother would adore. 

She hated the fact that Sam stressed over meeting up with her family. It was very much easier when they met with Samantha's kids and she even managed to hold her own against the ex-husband. Sam was a worrier and her father's rather brittle demeanour did little to help. But Nasri had already decided that change was in the air. It had been her father who had suggested dinner and her mother had cautiously advised her that lately he had begun to grumble that he didn't see his daughter enough. Maybe...just maybe.

With a last check that the dining table was set to her satisfaction she walked up to the bedroom and joined Sam in getting ready for her parents arrival.

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Omar Saadi was not a particularly happy man as he and his wife of 42 years pulled into his daughter's driveway later that day. He loved Nasreen. In her he saw the spirit and drive that had motivated him in his younger years. He thought, however, that he could never be comfortable with the way she had chosen to live her life.

Omar was a cardio-vascular surgeon. He has spent the majority of his life in the UK and considered himself an Englishman. He had maintained his Muslim faith but in a very liberal way, however Nasreen had pushed his limits on many occasions. And now it seemed she had settled down at last, but he found that just as he struggled to accept her sexuality so he struggled to accept her choice of partner.

Omar wondered what it was about him that found his daughter's homosexuality so difficult an issue after so many years. At work he was open-minded enough to accept a person's qualities regardless of gender or sexuality and felt himself a free thinker. On the odd occasion that he had slipped into court to watch his daughter at work he had been delighted at her skills and secretly pleased that she was such an attractive confident woman. Of course, others would think so too, he reminded himself.




A Day in the Life



And later sitting and eating a delicious meal in his daughters comfortable home he so wanted to be happy. He missed his daughter and found that he quite liked the woman she had chosen to spend her life with. Omar felt that it was his inability to accept them as a couple that was keeping the family from being complete. He had looked at Samantha, so obviously ill at ease in his presence and searched for a topic, anything that could make the evening run more smoothly.

'How is the garden design coming along Samantha?'

'It's going well thanks, I just have two more modules to complete, I'm enjoying it.'

'Perhaps you might come over and look at our extensive patch of weeds sometime, any advise would be gratefully received'

'Oh wow, yes...ok, I'd love to'

Omar decided that Sam looked as though she would rather be boiled in oil and was frantically searching for another subject when he was saved the trouble. 

'I'll go and check on dessert,' Sam announced before bolting from the table.

Omar looked at his daughter and raised his eyebrows. 'I am trying,' he thought, 'why can't this be easier?'

Nasreen seemed to offer her father a sympathetic glance before starting to clear away the dinner plates and Omar noticed his wife keeping her usual silence, he would get no help from her.

From his seat in the dining room Omar could look directly into the kitchen. He saw his daughter put down the plates and walk to stand behind her girlfriend. She placed a hand on Sam's shoulder and Omar noticed that Sam covered it with one of her own and gave it a light squeeze. Feeling as though he were intruding on a personal moment Omar nearly turned away but he kept his gaze on Samantha as she spun to look at Nasreen. With a jolt of shock Omar realised he was looking at a look of complete and utter love.

It was a look he had seen recently, there could be no mistaking it. He had a patient; a very ill man, unlikely to live long unless a donor were found. Despite his issues, Charlie Poulter was cheerful and determined to keep working as long as possible and was joined at every appointment by his wife. Charlie and his wife looked at each other the way Samantha had just looked at his daughter. Omar glanced at his wife; their marriage had been an arranged one, and although he admired and respected her, even loved her in many ways, they were not in love. 

Omar suddenly realised he was unlikely to receive such a look and he found himself saddened. But just as he had envied Charlie Poulter sitting in his office less than a week ago, he now began to envy his daughter. With a smile he began to realise that he had no right to denounce any relationship that provided something he himself might have yearned for. To her astonishment he reached across to pat his wife's hand just as Nasreen and Samantha returned with dessert.

With his wife watching intently, Omar tried again.

'Nasreen tells me that your daughter is currently working in the Emergency Department.'

Sam relaxed obviously as she began to talk about Grace. About how hard she was working, how much she was enjoying it and how she was having some difficulties in finding her next rotation. Omar sympathised, remembering the start of his own career and suddenly felt as though he were being offered an opportunity. He reached into his shirt pocket and took out a couple of his business cards. Finding a pen he hastily scribbled his mobile number on the back.

'Ask her to give me a call, I will ask around, see if I can help out.'

Sam reached for the cards, holding them as if they were made of glass. She realised the gesture Nasri's father was making and a few layers of her barrier came down. Soon her smile widened into a radiant beam and as Omar caught a look at the expression on his wife and daughter's face he let out a bark of a laugh,

'Might as well keep it in the family, heh?'

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Nasreen hugged her father tightly as he prepared to leave and they promised to be in touch soon. Returning to the house she saw Sam leaning her long frame against the wall next to the stairs.

'What did you do to my Dad?'

Sam just shrugged, she honestly had no idea what had prompted the change but wasn't about to complain.

'God, I love you,' Nasri announced suddenly and the two women looked at each other for a while, the tension increasing between them.

Sam recognised the look Nas was giving her and she licked her lips as a wave of desire rocked thru her. Suddenly Nasri was next to her; stroking fingers were on her face, tracing her lips. She felt her nipples come to life as Nasri started to kiss her. This wasn't the sleepy, languid desire of their morning; it was urgent, a need building up quickly and Nasri was forceful, pushing Sam back against the wall and trapping her arms.

Nasreen couldn't help herself, she took control. She kissed her lover with a fierce passion, knowing instinctively that Sam's arousal would match her own. Her hands moved over Sam's body alternating soft caresses with firm presses until Sam was moaning quietly into her mouth,

'Oh Nas, do you know what you do to me?'

Nasreen stepped back a little, her dark pupils dilated with desire as she stared at Sam's flushed face.

'What I'm going to do to you my love,' she said in her beautifully cultivated courtroom voice that made Sam go weak at the knees, 'what I'm going to do is take you upstairs, take off all your clothes and fuck you'



A Day in the Life...



Ed sighed and straightened his tie, looking out over the used car lot. 

It had been a slow day. No sales -- which wasn't unusual -- but the few customers he'd seen had been the least promising kind: Just walking around between the cars, not looking for anything, not asking -- they probably weren't going to buy a car any day soon.

A slow day -- and hot, too. Even in his lightweight suit, he was sweating. On a day like this Ed wished he'd stayed at home with Rebecca, his wife. Tall, voluptuous, sexy Rebecca with her long, black hair. They could have spent all day in bed, making love. 

Thinking about her, he couldn't wait to get home. They could have sex tonight, instead -- maybe using the new sex toy he'd just bought. Even though they were both in their mid-thirties, they still enjoyed at bit of kinky sex. 

Ask any couple, Ed used to say, if the sex is good, odds are they'll stick together. He knew it wasn't that simple -- but there was some truth in it, nonetheless. He glanced at his watch. If nothing happened within the next few minutes, he'd call it a day and go home to Rebecca.

Except that's when he saw them: A young couple had entered the lot and now stood looking at a big sports car. That was a good sign. They knew what they were after, and couples tended to be more seriously interesting in buying.

Ed walked towards the couple. Okay, Rebecca would have to wait a few minutes longer. Kind of a drag, though -- he could hardly wait to try out that new sex toy. Oh well.

"Can I help you?" Ed asked.

The guy was medium height, stocky in a muscular way. He was dressed in black jeans, black t-shirt black sunglasses and his dark hair was cropped short.

His sexy girlfriend looked like -- well, she looked like a porn star. Ed thought that would be the best way to describe her. 

She was tall, slightly taller than her boyfriend, and her hair was peroxide blonde. She was dressed in a tight pink top and tight cut-off denim shorts. Her longs, shapely legs ended in a pair of white shoes with high stiletto heels. 

Her breasts were so huge, they almost tore the t-shirt apart. Implants, Ed thought, they didn't even look real. But to be honest, they turned him on all the same. 

We men are funny that way, he thought. We can sit around for hours talking about how we like natural breasts. But then a pair of ridiculous silicon balloons walk by, and we get hard instantly. It works! Must be some primeval instinct.

"Yeah," the guy said. "We were just looking at this one."

He slapped his hand on the hood of the sports car. It was an impressive car in a vulgar sort of way, but cheap. Ed wouldn't make much money off that sale.

"Okay," he said. "Maybe if you told me exactly what you're looking for."

"Oh sure," the guy said. "Candy and I like to... Oh sorry - this is Candy."

The girl shook Ed's hand. Her nails were long and painted a silvery white -- probably artificial, too.

"Hi," she said. She had a beautiful smile.

"And I'm Brad." Ed shook his hand, too. "But, er -- we just like to drive around. And we want to look cool doing it. You know?"

"Of course," Ed said. "And that one, is -- well, it's good value for money. But perhaps you'd like to look at something a little more luxurious?"

Brad grinned at his girlfriend.

"Sure," he said. "We like a bit of luxury, don't we, honey?"

"Yeah," Candy said.

"Who doesn't?" Ed said and walked over to another car, a huge, bright red sports car. "Now, tell me how you like this one?"

Candy loved it, he could tell. Eyes open wide, she looked from the car to Brad and back again.

"Wow," she said. "It's cool. Isn't it?"

"Mmm." Brad nodded. "It looks good. But we have to make sure you look good in it."

"Would you like to try it?" Ed asked.

"Nah," Brad said. "First, I think we should let Candy sit in it and see how that looks."

"Of course," Ed said and opened the door.

"Get in," Brad said, and Candy got into the passenger seat.

Brad walked around the car, peering in through the window.

"That looks okay, I guess," he said. "But I can't really see your legs."

Giggling, Candy turned around on the seat and dangled her legs out of the window. Ed liked the look of that, too.

"Yeah, well," Brad said. "I can't see much from here. You know what I mean."

"Oh, really..." Candy said, still giggling.

Ed didn't get it - not before it was too late. Candy had unzipped her shorts and threw them and her panties out of the window, where Brad caught them. Ed caught a glimpse of her clean-shaven labia and cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry," he said, "but I don't think..."

"Mmm, that's better," Brad said. "Don't you think?"

"I..." Ed said.

Surely, his boss wouldn't approve of women undressing in the car lot. But on the other hand: These people were customers -- and the customer is always right. Right?

More to the point: Ed found it increasingly hard to concentrate with that pretty little slut showing herself off in the car. He cleared his throat again. Like an idiot, he thought.

"So..." he said. "Is that the kind of car you're looking for?"

Brad hardly noticed him. By now, he was completely absorbed by the sight of his girlfriend writhing semi-naked on the backseat. And Ed couldn't say he blamed him.

"Don't she look great, huh?" Brad asked, touching his crotch.

"Oh yes," Ed said. "You are a very lucky man, sir. Now, about the car..."

"Come out here, honey," Brad called, "and let the nice salesman get a closer look at you."

"Sure, baby," Candy called back.

Gracefully, she slid out of the back seat and stood next to the car, unashamed. Ed's throat went dry as he stared at her long, slender legs and her fine, hairless pussy. God, this was embarrassing. But he could hardly take his eyes off her fleshy mound.

Candy giggled and stuck out her chest, her huge breasts almost ripping her tight t-shirt to shreds.

"N-now," Ed stuttered. "As for payment, we have a number of..."

"Yeah, yeah," Brad interrupted. "Don't worry: We'll buy the freakin' car. I was just hoping we could have a little fun first."

"Fun?" said Ed.

"Yeah, I know," Brad said. "Some guys are really jealous and all. But you know: I don't mind other men looking at Candy. Hell, what man in his right mind wouldn't like to look at her?"

"Yes, she's really something," Ed said. "You must..."

Ed fell silent. Candy was playfully pulling of her t-shirt, exposing her huge, perfectly rounded breasts. Then she threw the t-shirt at Ed. He caught it without thinking -- it had the sweet scent of young, female skin.

Candy was naked now, except for the high-heeled shoes. Completely unashamed, she just stood there smiling, exposing herself to the two men.

Nervously, Ed looked back towards the office. The boss had gone home, but his colleague, Rick, was still inside, doing some paperwork. Could he even see what was going on out here in the parking lot?

Brad went over to Candy and grabbed her arm.

"Come here," he said, and pulled the girl towards the hood of the car, making her bend over. 

Obediently, Candy rested her hands on the hood, her cute, shapely ass sticking up in the air. She spread her legs, offering the two men a perfect view of her cunt.

Brad stood beside Candy, stroking her fleshy buttocks. Playfully, she wriggled her ass at him.

"A pretty girl with her ass in the air," Brad said. "Isn't that the prettiest sight in the world?"

"Yeah..." Ed said hesitantly. "It's, ummm..."

"No, no, no," Brad said, shaking his head. "You need to take a closer look. Come over here."

Ed didn't move. He had absolutely no idea what to do. This was getting out of hand.

"I said, come over here," Brad said again.

Slowly, Ed walked over to the car and stood right next to Candy's naked ass.

"Good," Brad said, squatting down. "You know, you'll see better from down here."

Without even thinking, Ed squatted down, too. Moments later, he realized that his face was now right next to Candy's ass and pussy.

Brad slapped Candy's ass hard with his open hand: Smack! 

"Ooh!" she cooed with mock surprise.

Gently, Brad poked at her fleshy cunt with his middle finger. He licked his lips. 

"Mmm," he whispered. "Cute little pussy, isn't it?" 

Ed could tell he was completely obsessed with his girlfriend. And watching him, Ed felt himself lusting after her, too.

Brad's finger slowly worked its way in between her soft pink labia. Inch by inch, it entered her flesh. 

"Ohhh yeah," Candy gasped.

Brad pushed his finger deep into her cunt. Fascinated, he turned it around inside her, and then began moving it back and forth. Slowly, slowly. In and out, in and out. Looking at it, Ed found himself imagining what her pussy was like, how it would feel wrapped around his hardened cock.

But no: That was wrong! After all, he was a married man. And he loved his wife. So what was he doing, looking at some guy finger-fucking a girl that looked like a goddamn porn star? Still, he couldn't tear himself away. And to be honest, he hadn't done anything.

Yet.

Brad slid his finger in and out of Candy's slippery flesh. She wiggled her ass with pleasure, moaning quietly. Ed was breathing harder now, and he felt his cock swelling inside his pants.

"Yeah," Brad whispered. "She really likes this."

"Mmm yeah," Candy whimpered. "I love it. Keep going, baby."

Brad smiled at Ed, driving his finger into Candy's cunt a little faster, making tiny, wet sounds. Then, suddenly, he pulled out, his finger slick with her juice. Candy gave a little, dissatisfied moan. Brad looked over at Ed.

"Now you try," he said.

Ed gasped. No. No, he couldn't. It wouldn't be right. It just wouldn't.

Candy was beside herself with lust.

"Please," she cried. "Touch me. Play with my pussy."

"No, I'm sorry," Ed said. "I'm a married man."

"Hey, come on," Brad said, slightly annoyed. "It's not like we're asking you to fuck her or anything. Just touch her. Feel how nice her pussy feels."

"Yeah," Candy whimpered. "Do it to me. Please."

In a daze, Ed let his middle finger brush across her hairless labia. She shivered at his touch. Slowly, he found her opening and dipped the tip of his finger into her wetness. She moaned. Gently, he massaged the flesh at the entry to her cunt, slowly rubbing the moist folds with little, careful movements.

Candy gasped, writhing impatiently. Ed could smell her excitement. His cock was growing harder, pushing uncomfortably against the fabric of his pants.

Ed sensed that she wanted him to go faster, to slip his finger all the way in. But he kept teasing the mouth of her sex, rhythmically kneading her hot, wet flesh.

And then she screamed.

"Fuck!" she yelled. "I'm coming! Aaah!"

As Candy's orgasm hit her, Ed pushed his finger all the way into her slippery cunt. He felt her love muscles clenching around his finger, as Candy kept crying out in ecstasy. 

He looked over at Brad. But he just sat there smiling, as if he, too, achieved some form of satisfaction from watching his girlfriend orgasm at the hands of a stranger.

"Yeah," he whispered. "That's it."

Slowly, Ed slid his finger, wet and glistening, out of Candy's slit. He put the finger to his mouth, tasting the sweet, spicy juice of young flesh. God, that was good. He felt the urge to lick her, drink the wetness from her excited cunt. 

Ed forced himself to stand up. As he did, he felt the painful stiffness of his cock, poking at the insides of his pants. And there, right in front of him, sexy young Candy lay sprawled across the hood of the car, wriggling her cute, naked ass at him, her pussy wet and tender from her orgasm.

God, he could fuck her right here, right now. But no... Back home, Rebecca sat waiting for him. His wife, Rebecca, his beautiful, sexy wife, whom he loved deeply. What he felt for Candy, he told himself, was just animal lust. Nothing else.

(But it felt damn good!)

"Won't you fuck me now?" Candy asked in that sweet porn star voice of hers. "Please?"

"Yeah," Brad said, grinning. "Go ahead. It's okay."

"No!" Ed said. "It's not okay! I told you: I'm a married man. For chrissakes, why are you doing this to me?"

There was a brief silence. Candy turned around and sat on the hood of the car, cupping her breasts in her hands, as though she was suddenly shy. Her naked body was perfect, Ed thought. His cock twitched with excitement as he looked at her.

"Brad," Candy said quietly. "I'm going to tell him."

Brad nodded.

"You see," she said, "Brad has a kind of a problem. He can't get it up. Not unless he's watching me having sex with someone else. Like, basically, he can't fuck me, unless someone else fucks me first. So -- we just drive around looking for men who will fuck me. Otherwise, me and Brad would never be able to do it. You see?"

Ed's cock had swelled even more, as he listened to Candy's explanation. He knew what would come next -- and just the thought of Candy asking him to fuck her turned him on. He felt his cock throbbing, hard and thick inside his pants.

"I'm sorry," Candy said, looking over at Brad. 

He didn't answer. Then she addressed Ed again. 

"Look, we understand that you're married and all that. But your wife will never know. And we would be really grateful. Really, really grateful."

She stood up, showing off her naked body to Ed -- her perfect body with those huge tits. Ed's head was spinning.

"Please?" she said. Then she went back to the car and bent forwards over the hood again, sticking her ass out invitingly.

"Please," she whispered. "Come over here and fuck me."

Now Ed couldn't control himself anymore. He just wanted to fuck her. In a daze, he felt himself opening his belt and unzipping his pants. He pulled down pants and shorts, freeing his rigid, excited cock. Then he assumed the position behind Candy.

Ed looked down at his cock. It was incredibly hard, its bluish head swelling madly as he guided it towards Candy's cunt.

"Oooh," she purred, as she felt him slowly entering her pussy.

"Yeah," Ed grunted, feeling her wetness around his cock. "Is that what you want?"

"Oh yes," she whispered. "It's so good."

Ed grabbed her hips and pushed forwards, impaling her on his stiff tool.

"Aaah," she cried. Ed cock was way above average length, and he made Candy feel every inch of his hard shaft.

Brad had joined them by the car. He watched intently, as Ed buried his cock inside Candy's pussy.

"Yeah," Brad said. "Fuck her. Fuck her hard!"

Ed pulled back and thrust forwards, back and forth, back and forth. His long, bone-hard cock slid in and out of Candy's moist crevice like a well-oiled piston.

Her slick, velvet pussy felt wonderful around his cock. She clenched her love muscles around his tool in time with his strokes, moaning helplessly as he fucked her.

"You like that?" Ed said. "You like to feel my cock?"

"Oh yes," she gasped. "It's so big and strong. Please: Fuck me harder!"

Ed let out a roar of animal lust and thrust into her cunt again and again with deep, powerful strokes.

Candy screamed, as another orgasm hit her.

"Aaah!" she cried. "Ohmigod, I'm coming. Aaah!"

She threw herself about on the car, but Ed showed her no mercy. He was too excited to even slow down. He just kept pumping his cock into her moist, quivering flesh, all the way in with every thrust.

Brad was still watching it all, his eyes gleaming with lust. He, too, had opened his pants and was now masturbating at the sight. Ed noticed that Brad had a powerful erection. Obviously, the sight of a stranger fucking his girlfriend had had the desired effect.

Brad's cock wasn't quite as long as Ed's, but still somewhat above average, and remarkably thick. Clear drops of fluid dripped onto the asphalt as he stroked himself.

Ed felt the pressure of his semen rising inside his excited cock. Soon he wouldn't be able to hold it back any longer. Still, he grabbed hold of Candy's ass and kept banging away at her soft, wet pussy, making her squeal and squirm.

"Fuck," he gasped. "I'm gonna come..."

Not wanting to ejaculate inside Candy, Ed pulled out and grabbed his cock hard. He orgasmed immediately, his jerking cock shooting long white spurts of semen across her shapely ass.

"Unhhh," he yelled. "Yeah..."

He kept masturbating, emptying himself, his white-hot sperm spattering Candy's flushed skin. Breathing deeply, he finally felt his climax subsiding.

"Okay," Brad said. "Let me have her."

Ed stepped aside, allowing Brad to assume the position behind Candy. Then, grinning fiendishly, Brad shoved his bulging tool all the way into his girlfriend's excited cunt in one smooth stroke. 

Ed saw her pussy stretching, yielding to the girth of her lover's tool, his own semen still glistening on her ass and her back.

"Ahhh..." Candy gasped.

"Yeah," Brad groaned. "That's it."

Ed watched, as Brad began fucking her. With every stroke, he slid the shaft all the way out of Candy's slippery cunt, only to bury it inside her with a deep, hard motion. Then out, then back in, again and again, in a relentless, pumping rhythm.

Candy was out of her mind with lust. Mouth wide open, she gasped for breath, throwing herself about on the hood of the car. Ed saw her hands desperately grasping for support, as she struggled to remain upright.

"Oh God," she moaned. "I can't stand it."

"Oh yes, you can," Brad sneered. "You little whore. You fuck with strangers, you gonna pay the price."

Candy screamed as Brad increased his pace, fucking her like a madman. Ed heard the rhythmic sound of Brad's body slapping against her ass, as his cock kept pounding into her slit.

"Yes," he yelled in time with his strokes, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Until suddenly, he buried his cock deep inside Candy's velvet cunt and froze, his body tense with anticipation.

"Fuck!" he yelled. "Here I come, baby!"

Shaking all over, Brad ejaculated inside his girlfriend's pussy. He grunted like a beast as his cock pumped her full of his pent-up sperm.

"Oooh," Candy whispered. "Oooh."

She closed her eyes, savoring the sexy feeling of her boyfriend's semen exploding into her cunt.

Brad's climax seemed to subside, and they stood like that for some time. Suddenly, Ed noticed he hadn't even bothered to zip up. He did now. 

As Brad pulled out of Candy's pussy, his juices dribbled down the insides of her thigh, as she wiggled her ass sexily at him. Then he, too, zipped up.

"Okay," Ed said. "I'm glad I could be of assistance."

Brad just looked down at the ground and muttered something unintelligible.

"I'm sorry?" Ed said.

What was wrong, he wondered. He would at least have expected Brad to be grateful.

"I mean, I did what you asked me to," he said. "And it worked for you. Right?"

"Fuck," Brad sneered, glowering at his girlfriend.

Candy quietly sat down on the asphalt next to the car with a guilty look on her face.

"What?" Ed asked, confused.

"You dumb slut!" Brad exploded. "Why do you have to lie all the time?"

"Lie?" Ed said. "You mean...?"

Brad nodded.

"But... I really wanted him to fuck me," Candy whimpered. "And he wasn't going to. You heard him."

"And that gives you the right to lie?" Brad asked.

Candy's eyed opened wide.

"Hey!" she yelled furiously. "You liked it when I fucked him. You loved it! Didn't you?"

"Aw, fuck," Brad said. "That's not the point. The point is, you're a fucking liar. What the hell am I gonna do with you?"

Ed just stood there as the truth dawned on him: He had indeed been unfaithful to Rebecca. And, lie or no lie, the situation hadn't really changed: He had cheated on his wife. Whatever reasons some stupid porn bitch had given, that would never be an excuse. 

Ed was angry -- angry with Candy, angry with himself. But he realized one other thing: It was too late to change it now. The question was -- now what?




A Day in the Life...



Brad looked at him, smiling fiendishly.

"Maybe we should punish her," he said. "Teach her a lesson."

"You fuck!" Candy hissed.

Ed looked at the naked girl, crouching next to the car. She still looked astonishingly sexy. A hot, little porn star babe she was.

Revenge, he pondered. He couldn't think clearly anymore. This day had already gone way out of control. All he could think was: Why not?

"Yeah," he said. "Let's do it."

Brad pulled Candy to her feet.

"Come here," he said.

"Don't touch me," she hissed.

Both men grinned.

"Touch you?" Brad said. "I'm afraid we'll do a whole lot worse than that..." 

Candy struggled, as he pulled her onto the roof of the car. But Brad seemed to be more than a match for her.

"Look," Ed said, "I'll just go and get something. Is that okay?"

Brad had placed Candy on her back on the roof. He looked back at Ed, sweating and grinning.

"Sure," he panted. "I can handle her."

"Back in a second," Ed said. 

Then he turned around and walked towards the office. He could her them struggling and cursing behind his back.

He secretly wished that Candy would escape -- that Brad would give up. He wished that he would return and find them both gone.

Then, on the other hand...

In the office, he found Rick, still absorbed in his paperwork. Had he really missed everything? He would have to be both deaf and blind. Maybe he was.

"It's okay, Rick," Ed said. "You can go home now."

Rick looked up at him through his thick glasses.

"Sure?" he asked. "You going home, too?"

"Nah," Ed said. "I have some unfinished business."

As he looked through the window out at the lot, he realized that Rick would have had a perfect view of the action from his desk. And to his amazement, he saw that Brad had already managed to tie Candy's hands and feet to the car with ropes.

Suddenly, Rick noticed it too. His eyes opened wide, huge behind the glasses, as the saw the beautiful naked girl tied to a car in the company lot.

"What..." he stuttered. "What the hell is going on?"

"Rick," Ed said, opening the drawer of his own desk. "I think it's best for all of us, if we pretend that this never happened."

"I..." Rick gasped.

Ed found the package he was looking for: The sex toy. He would have waited until he got home, but now Candy was going to be first to try it. 

Rick cleared his desk and shut down his computer. He didn't even ask what was in the package.

"See you tomorrow, then," he muttered, as he got up and left.

"Yeah," Ed said. "See you."

Ed walked out across the lot, holding the package.

Candy lay there, naked, tied to the car, spread-eagled. Brad stood next to her, enjoying the sight. As Ed approached them, Candy tried lifting her head.

"I brought something along," Ed said.

Briskly, he unwrapped the package and held up the sex toy. Brad stared in amazement, and Candy pulled at her ropes in vain.

"No!" she cried. "No! You bastards!"

"What the fuck is that?" Brad asked.

The toy was shaped like a hollow metal vibrator, open at one end, and big enough for a man to have his erect penis inside it. For that purpose, the inside was padded with a soft latex-like substance. There was even a hole at the tip, allowing the man to ejaculate.

The outside, which was somewhat wider than an ordinary male member, was covered with small, rounded metal studs, giving it a rough, uneven surface.

Attached to the base of the device with a thin wire was a battery pack with not one, but two controllers. The device had two separate vibrator functions: One for the outside and one for the inside. This way, the person holding the controller was able to stimulate either participant at any time.

Ed had liked the toy as soon as he saw it in the sex shop, and looking at it now he felt his dick growing hard with anticipation.

"Hold this," he said, handing the toy to Brad.

Brad took it, grinning. He seemed to be slowly realizing that Ed was actually going to fuck his girlfriend with the thing.

"That's cool," Brad said, looking over at Candy. "Right, honey?"

Candy just whimpered, pulling helplessly at the ropes.

Ed opened his pants and pulled out his semi-erect cock. He hesitated for a moment, then he stripped completely naked, neatly folding up his clothes and placing them on the hood of another car. Then he stood in front of Candy, slowly masturbating as he watched her, naked, yanking at the ropes.

He felt his cock grow and harden. This really turned him on: A pretty girl, tied up and helpless. He had tied up Rebecca a number of times and they had both enjoyed the game. But this was different: He would be using a weird sex toy on a strange, young, beautiful girl -- and she was actually tied up against her will.

Or was she?

Ed's cock was as hard as bone. He was ready.

"I'll take it now," he said to Brad, who handed him the device.

Ed slipped the thing over his erect cock, holding the battery pack in his right hand. The soft inside of the thing fit snugly around it. It felt somehow organic, not as good as a pussy, but quite pleasant. He turned on the inside vibrator for a second, and the buzzing sensation made his cock swell even more.

Ed crawled onto the hood of the car, pointing the shiny device at Candy.

"No!" she protested. "Please!"

"Shut up!" Brad shouted.

Ed touched her labia with his fingers. She was wet, deliciously wet. He slid a finger into her pussy, moving it back and forth. Her cunt felt moist and soft. She was ready.

"Look at me," he said.

And Candy looked up at him. But her gaze wandered off to the bizarre device, shining in the late afternoon sun.

Ed assumed the position between her legs, guiding the steel toy in between her pussy lips with one hand, holding the battery pack in the other

"No..." she whispered

Ed pushed forward, watching intently, as her pussy opened, allowing the thing to enter her. Candy bit her lip, as he slowly forced the rough metal device into her tight cunt.

"Relax," he whispered to her.

"Oh God," she whimpered. 

But Ed felt her sex muscles relaxing, letting him bury the entire length of the toy inside her pussy. She gasped. Brad came over and stood right next to them, his gaze fixed on her pussy.

"Yeah," he said. "Now fuck her."

Ed smiled. Actually, he wouldn't even have to fuck her. He held still inside her and turned on the outside vibrator. As he heard the electric buzzing sound from deep inside Candy's cunt, he watched her face to see her reaction.

Moaning, she opened her mouth wide, as the toy vibrated inside her. Her whole body started trembling, and she let out little squeals of pleasure. Brad's face was red with excitement.

"Are you coming?" he asked her. "Tell me. Are you coming?"

"Yes!" Candy screamed. "Oh fuck! I'm coming! Aaah!"

Ed held still inside her, leaving the vibrator on for several minutes. Candy writhed on the roof of the car, pulling at her ropes, her huge breasts bouncing and quivering. As one orgasm subsided, she seemed to be immediately overpowered by the next one. Crying out in ecstasy, Candy came again and again.

Brad was out of his mind with excitement. Quickly, he stripped naked and climbed onto the car. His cock was stiff, its bluish head swollen with lust. Facing Ed, he straddled Candy's face, guiding his erect cock into her mouth.

"Suck it," he whispered.

Obediently, Candy began sucking at the thick, erect cock. Brad began moving up and down, sliding the head in and out between her lips. Her saliva made the fat shaft glisten as he fucked her mouth.

"Yeah," he groaned.

Ed turned off the vibrator and began fucking Candy instead. He pushed forwards and pulled back, over and over, sliding the rough, wet metal device in and out of her tender cunt.

"Mmm!" she yelled, he mouth filled with Brad's cock.

It was a strange sensation -- Ed was fucking Candy, but could not feel the insides of her pussy. It was a little disappointing, but on the other hand: This way he felt sure he could last longer without coming. He would be able to fuck Candy for hours.

Brad was pumping his cock in and out of Candy's mouth, while she sucked it vigorously. He was sweating from the excitement.

"Ahhh," he panted. "Make her come again!"

"Mmm!" Candy protested. 

But to no avail. Ed promptly switched on the outside vibrator. Candy immediately arched her back, shaking violently in a powerful orgasm.

"Mmm!" she screamed. "Mmm!"

She seemed to be in some sort of hyper-excited state, Ed thought. The slightest stimulation was enough to bring her over the edge.

"Yeah," Brad said, increasing his pace, fucking his girlfriend's mouth in a fast, relentless rhythm. "That's it, baby. Come for me."

Ed turned on the inside vibrator, too. Mmm, that felt good -- the soft insides of the toy gently throbbing around his swollen cock. This could make him come -- really hard.

"Oh fuck!" Brad yelled, pulling out of Candy's mouth. "Here I come!"

"Yeah, baby," Candy whispered. "Give it to me."

Brad grabbed his jerking cock in his fist as it began spurting. 

"Unnnh!" he cried. "Unnnh!"

Sperm burst out of his pulsating cock, spattering Candy's face and breasts with hot white cream. His pumping tool sprayed long, white jets of semen across her lips, her cheeks, her chin. 

As Brad masturbated, draining himself of his come, Candy licked her lips, savoring the spicy taste.

Ed, too, felt his climax approaching. He kept the inside vibrator running as he pulled out of Candy's cunt. His cock swelled inside the device, stimulated by the irresistible vibrations.

"Look at me!" he commanded. "Look at my cock when I come!"

As Brad shook the last drops from his cock, Candy lifted her head to watch. The silver toy stood straight up, trembling as Ed's cock trembled inside it. Curiously, she fixed her eyes on the opening at the tip of the thing. And in the next moment, it happened.

"Aaah!" Ed yelled as he came.

Inside the device, his cock contracted rhythmically, the tight-fitting insides vibrating around it as he ejaculated.

The first long, spurt of come shot from Ed's cock out of the tip of the device, landing hot and slimy on Candy's belly. Then another spurt. And another -- long powerful jets of sperm pumping out of the cock inside the toy, spattering her cunt and her thighs with warm semen.

"Fuck!" she whispered, impressed.

Ed thought the device had made him come harder than he ever had before. His head was spinning.

"I think we showed her," Brad said. "Huh, honey? You gonna be a good girl now?"

"Yes," Candy whispered.

Smiling amiably, Brad began untying her, carefully rolling up every piece of rope as he did so. When Candy was freed, he slowly put his clothes on.

Ed dressed too, but when Candy reached for her panties, Brad stopped her.

"No, no, honey," he said. "You're filthy. See? You're covered in cum. You don't get dressed until we get home. Okay?"

Candy smiled. The idea of going home naked obviously appealed to her.

"Now," Brad said. "Where can we go to finish the paperwork?"

"Paperwork?" Ed asked, zipping up.

"Yeah," Brad said. "We're gonna buy the car!"

"Oh," Ed laughed. "Of course. Step into my office."

Brad followed him towards the office.

"You stay here!" Brad said to Candy.

Candy obeyed, sitting down on the hood of the car. As Ed looked back at her, she seemed to be masturbating.

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Minutes later, they were on their way. Candy and Brad in their new used car (Candy naked, of course) and Ed on his way back home to Rebecca.

After another day in the life of a used car salesman.



A Day in the Life



Many thanks to Penny Jones for her able editing! 

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Mama always said you can love a rich man as easy as you can love a poor man. She also said I was sitting on a gold mine, and it took some years to figure that one out but I eventually did. A lot of miners have dug around in my mine but no one has hit the mother-load yet. 

My name is Sarah England and I'm a single woman and a nymphomaniac. Variety is the spice of life and I like my life very spicy. This is how I had the best hour of my life so far. 

I was sitting at my desk typing and in he walked. Six foot four inches of burning love with dark brown, bedroom eyes, muscles bulging and an ass to die for. I wish mine was half as firm. It was one of those pinch-able asses that make you just want to reach out and grab a handful. You know the sort I'm talking about?

I work for a big construction firm called Beasley Construction. We build paper mills all over the country. Turning wood chips into paper is a complex process, and requiring various machines and storage facilities. Beasley Construction constructs those facilities and gets these mills up and going. 

I am the project manager's secretary. Bill Hagar is his name and he's an occasional miner in my gold mine. This has been going on since I was a fresh new addition to the secretarial pool.

I like to think I am getting older and wiser. I am thirty now and you would think a girl would learn something about men in all those years since I left home. Not me, never let it be said about me!

My job description says I'm an executive secretary. This basically means that I handle whatever comes through the door and whatever my boss doesn't get around to. That might mean entertaining the owner of the company or flying out to hand deliver a bid on a job.

That day Alex came through the door and boy oh boy I wanted to handle him. Once I reeled my tongue back in my mouth and gathered my wits about me I asked, "can I help you?"

Alex walked over and leaned on my desk with a grin. "I'm here to see Bill Hagar. I'm the new iron worker foreman. I just arrived here to start setting up the lay down yard. Personnel told me to check in with him before I start working on a set of plans and getting an order in for the iron."

I couldn't help noticing that Alex had no wedding ring on his finger. I flashed a megawatt smile at Alex and asked him to take a seat in the waiting area. His eyes traveled down the top of my dress to my cleavage and stayed there for a minute before meeting my gaze again. Grinning at me again he said, "sure" and took a seat across the room from me.

I pretended to be busy as Alex sat there looking at me. I could tell he was interested. A girl just knows these things. I make sure of it by dressing as slutty as the company dress code allows. Low cut blouses, short skirts, and fuck me heels.

I offered him some coffee or a soda as an excuse to spend more time talking to him and because, well, that's just part of what I do. I wanted to see that nice ass just once more so I told him to help himself to whatever was in the office refrigerator. He smiled again and said, "I would rather have your phone number."

Wow! He was a fast worker. That's another thing I like about a man, confidence. Alex had it in spades. 

Our company has a fraternization policy. No dating among coworkers. Far be it for me to break the rules. Heck who am I fooling? He would have my number before the day was out. I am never one to let grass grow under my feet.

I have a tried and true way of getting my phone number in the hands of any man who catches my eye. Remember I am the executive secretary after all. That means I have contact with local area people who help with rental properties and things of that nature for the workers who transfer in to work for the company. I facilitate contact between those workers and area services, and if I just happen to facilitate contact between myself and them, so much the better.

I opened my desk drawer and took out the company phone directory. I went over to the copy machine and made a copy for Alex. I also took a highlighter and highlighted my office and personal phone numbers.

I walked over to where Alex was leaning back in a chair and, bending over so that he could see lots of cleavage, I passed him the copy. Leaning down in front of him I pointed out the highlights on the page and told him if he needed anything at all to be sure to get in touch with me. I could feel my nipples getting hard as he stared down my blouse. It always gets my excited knowing a man is interested and I could tell he was by the nice package I could see in the front of his jeans. I took just a moment to check it out and then, licking my lips, lifted my eyes back to his. He just smiled at me and said, "I will, no worries."

I walked back to my desk, hips swinging, my panties sopping wet. I love it when a man looks at me like he wants to just grab me, toss my skirt up and fuck the hell out of me. What girl doesn't?

I had notified Bill that Alex was waiting and he came out, shook hands with him and they went into his office. After about twenty minutes Bill walked out and asked me to order some lunch. As he started back towards his office he turned and said, "Oh get some for yourself also, put the 'out to lunch' sign up, lock up and join us."

This usually is a signal that Bill wants to fuck me. I was a little puzzled since this was the first time he had asked me to join him and another man for lunch. He is usually very discrete. I have been his personal secretary and taking care of his voracious sexual appetite for three years now. I would slip into his office when the urge struck him and give him a quick blow job or hand job depending on the time we had available. We had sex often in a variety of places and in all sorts of ways. I got a tidy bonus every three months for doing a good job of keeping Bill happy and satisfied when we were away from home on business. I considered it one of the perks of my job.

I called up a local restaurant and placed a delivery order for three lunches. It would take about fifteen minutes for it to arrive and I used that time to freshen up in the restroom. I learned long ago that personal hygiene is of the utmost importance. I kept on hand items needed to protect myself from sexually transmitted diseases and from getting knocked up. When you are a nymphomaniac you just never know who will catch your eye or when a chance for some really great sex will happen. 'Be prepared' is my motto.

Lunch arrived a short time later and I paid for it out of petty cash. The delivery guy was sort of cute and I was tempted to pass him my number, but with my boss and Alex waiting I decided against it. After he left, I locked the door and put the sign up, grabbed the box with the lunches in it and headed to Bill's office. 

I could tell when I walked in that this would be an interesting lunch hour since both of them paused to look me up and down. I walked over to the big conference table where we have weekly meetings with all the various department heads and sat the lunch box down. 

Bill and Alex watched me and continued to talk about the start up of the project we were working on as I laid out napkins and placed packages of condiments and forks by the lunches. When I finished I interrupted to tell them lunch was ready and they came to the table to eat. Alex held my chair when I sat down and I knew he was looking down my blouse again. This had more tingles traveling south to my panties. While we ate Bill and Alex continued to talk about the project but I was seated between them and both of them were horny. I could tell by the way they kept brushing their legs against mine.

Alex finished eating and asked, "do you have dessert for me?" I hadn't thought to order any dessert since Bill and I usually eat a quick bite and then eat each other for dessert. While asking me that Alex had stood up and walked behind my chair, making me glance up and back to see him when I answered. I opened my mouth to say that we usually didn't order dessert and before I could get a word out Alex reached down inside my blouse and began fondling my breast.

I was already aroused from the looks out by my desk. I moaned and leaned back to give him better access to me. There is nothing more exciting that being grabbed from behind by a man when you're not expecting it. I glanced at Bill to see how he was reacting to what Alex was doing to me and he was smiling and rubbing his crotch. I knew this would be a lunch hour I wouldn't soon forget.

Alex pulled his hands out of my blouse and slid my chair out from the table. Bill got down on his knees between my legs and, spreading them wide, he began to massage my clitoris. I was moaning and leaning back as far as I could to allow Alex to reach for my breast again when he pulled my blouse over my head and quickly reached between my breasts and unhooked my bra. My breasts are very large and very sensitive. I love to have them touched, sucked, and fucked. I can have an orgasm just by having my breast touched. 

Alex took my nipples between his fingers and began to tug on and twist them. I was so turned on I couldn't get my legs wide enough for Bill. Alex gave me a nudge and I stood up so he could unzip my skirt. I let it drop to the floor and Bill tossed it on top of the table. I slid my arms out of my bra and threw it on the table with my skirt. This left me wearing a pair of thong panties which didn't stop Bill at all. Hooking his fingers in the side of them he ripped them off me and stuffed them in his pocket. There I stood, naked and horny as hell, my pussy dripping wet and my nipples aching to be sucked.

Alex lifted me, laid me across the table and walked to the other side. Bill pulled my chair around and spread my legs as wide as he could, beginning to suck and lick my pussy. I was thrashing around and lifting my hips to help him. Alex leaned over me and began to suck and lick my nipples. I could see he had a hard on in those jeans and I wanted it bad. I raised my arms, unzipped his jeans and a huge cock sprang out right in my face. I grabbed hold with both hands and began to lick it from one end to the other, stopping now and then to suck the head. 

Alex guided me to the edge of the table where he could get his big cock in my mouth and he started sliding it in and out. I love to give a man head. I love the taste of spunk. I opened my throat wide and let him cram his meat as far into my throat as I could. 

Bill stood across the table where my pussy hung and slapped his cock against my opening. He began to talk to me as he did this. "You want this cock, don't you baby? You want to ride my big cock, don't you?" Usually Bill and I are very verbal during sex but I couldn't answer with Alex's cock crammed down my throat. Alex pulled out and I began to suck on his balls. Men love to have their balls sucked as long as you're gentle. I sucked and slurped his cock and balls and talked dirty with Bill in between.

"Give me that big cock baby," I said to Bill. "Fuck me hard. I need it!" Bill rammed his hard cock into me. I loved it and sucked Alex that much harder.

"Damn fuck that bitch hard Bill," Alex said. "She is sucking me so good when you do."

Bill continued to drive his cock into me hard and fast just like I liked it. "Pull her hair while you're fucking that hot mouth. She likes it that way," he told Alex.

Alex grabbed my hair and continued to ram his cock in and out of my mouth. After about five minutes of sucking cock and getting fucked hard Bill tapped me on my thigh and told me to turn over. Once I turned over he began to smack me on the ass hard. Alex grabbed my hair again and rammed his cock in and out of my mouth.

"Suck me baby," Alex said. Leaning back some, he crammed his cock deep into my throat and moaned.

Bill continued to spank me hard but pulled his cock out and began to lick me on the ass. He knew this was something else I really got off on. He would slap my ass then french it. I was lifting it up and pushing back against his tongue every time. He reamed me good with his tongue then, after pausing to put a condom on, shoved it up my ass. I love anal sex! He pulled all the way out and shoved back in again and again. Alex pulled out of my mouth and said, "I need to fuck that pussy." He walked around the table and they turned me up on my side, each holding a leg to support me. 

Bill was still in my ass and ramming away. He stopped,they pulled me up and Alex got onto the table, his cock sticking up and his feet on the floor. "Climb on!" he told me and Bill helped me step from a chair onto the table where I sank down on Alex's cock. 

Bill pulled me towards the edge of the table until he could fit his cock in my ass again and they began to move one at a time. I was stuffed with cock, ramming in and out of me again and again. They seem to be having a contest to see who could fuck me the hardest. I was in heaven.

Alex was pulling and tugging my nipples while Bill continued to slam into me and slap my ass.

Finally I came and, as I did, Alex and Bill both drove into me hard and shot off in me. I was soaking with spunk and my own juices. I was feeling loose, limber and relaxed. I dressed and went to the restroom to freshen up again. I didn't bother with panties. Why would I? Bill and Alex had fastened their pants and straightened the office while I was fixing myself up a little.

I was sitting at my desk like a prim and proper secretary when Alex finally walked out of Bill's office. He stopped by my desk grabbed the back of my head and gave me a hot french kiss. "I'll be in town about six months," he told me. "I'll be in touch. I like the way you serve dessert."

Now I have lunch with Bill a couple of days a week but I take a couple of lunch hours each week with Alex also. I haven't managed to get them both in one place again since that day but believe me, if I get the chance, I won't hesitate.



A Day in the Life



i woke up as usual and started to do my daily rituals, brushed up my sindoor and worshipped my Owner V's feet. A little smile escaped my face as i thought of the previous night's romps with my Owner as i began to clean.

my Owner had introduced me to the new strap-on which she had bought recently. In fact i was made to anticipate the night for a long time, as Mistress was mentioning to introduce a new companion who is going to enjoy exploring her slut's pussy. Just the thought of Mistress ploughing my ass made my little teeny microscopic clit twitch and all wet.

i looked down at my clit which had long ceased to exist as a cock and i had accepted it happily that it was meant to be a clit as sluts don't possess cocks as my Owner had made it clear to me time and again.

i was told by my Owner to relax and not worry too much about the pussy being plundered that night. Mistress ordered me to wear a new saree with blouse and other accessories. Mistress always made sure that her slut had a fresh hankie always tucked into her waist. the slut, being me, would be punished badly if i was found not to be in possession of a hankie.

i was constantly reminded time and again that i was a hankie slut and my clit was as usual locked up with a chastity device. The key Mistress wore about her neck as a sign of her Ownership and to remind everyone that She Owned her slut fully whether in private or public.

i was kept busy with domestic work, cleaning, dusting, laundry, etc. in the morning. i was supposed to attend kneeling by my Owner when she had her lunch and then have it later like a dutiful wife.

As evening approached Mistress took me on a walk to the park nearby where both the Mistress and i wore sarees and walked around. Of course the hankie always was tucked in slut's saree or I had to hold it in my hand and many ladies looked in amusement at a slut dressed in saree led by a Sexy looking Female Owner around.

All these activities made me wet and hard and Mistress enjoyed my dilemma and embarrassment knowing that it excites Her and her slut more.

She also made me kneel publicly a couple of times just for the amusement of the people passing by.

When it was time we returned to Her place and i was instructed to prepare for Owners very hot bubble bath. Before that dinner was served to my Owner by her slut and Mistress began to tease me about what slut's pussy will be getting tonight. Mistress also briefly took hold of the hankie and rubbed it over my clit and crotch and made sure i was more and more excited.

i was kept in a state of constant arousal by her words and/or fondled my clit outside my saree with the hankie.

i was also punished with 20 sit-ups holding ears and then kneeling for fifteen minutes holding ears with nose to the wall 

All this had me totally aroused and my clit dripping like crazy. i was made to bathe Mistress properly waiting at her with a towel and properly drying Mistress after she had a relaxing time at the tub.

i was instructed to finish my bath and other chores while Mistress waited for me in our bedroom.

i was told to dress in all finery and come to the bedroom. Mistress's property carried a glass of milk which is the tradition of a wedding night and slowly came into the room with eyes lowered. Mistress looked at her property and slut and a smile escaped across her lips thinking of the time she is going to enjoy ravishing her property.

Mistress drank half the glass and offered the other half to her wife (me). i drank thanking my Owner for her kindness and worshiped my Owner's feet. i was ordered to lick for a few minutes. After that Mistress slowly removed my saree looking deeply at my eyes. Mistress V ordered Her alpa to remove the petticoat and i was then left in sexy black panties feeling totally slutty. Mistress put on her 9-inch strap-on all the while teasing me. "Kneel. Kiss it. Suck it, slut." Looking at Her cock with some fear I fell to my knees. i was ordered to suck and admonished when i did not suck properly like a slut. Mistress held my hair and made to suck properly. After the dildo was sufficiently wet and slut shown her place, i was ordered on all fours like the bitch I am.

Mistress slowly lowered my panties exposing my pussy and just teased at the outer rim with the dildo. The feeling of lube being applied to my pussy and slowly rubbed about and into my rosebud excited me so much my clit was dripping almost continuously. i was ordered to lick all her drops that were dripping. Mistress also hit the clit few times with a belt as it was on the verge of misbehaving. i was told to behave slowly realized the strap-on was pushing at my pussy .i couldn't believe that i was being now being penetrated and fucked like a slut. "Relax and take it like the true slut you are, alpa." I heard my Owner say as she fucked me deeper and deeper. Mistress then spanked my ass while penetrating me totally faster, then faster. i could feel my pussy being ploughed and felt happy that it was my Owner who was enjoying fucking me. i also began to like it like a true slut . i was fucked like this for 20 minutes thrice during the night. The last time Mistress allowed me to spill. Of course I was required to lick up every drop. 

That was a night of fulfillment. i was extremely indebted to my Owner who owned me and made me a wife, caring and training to be her perfect slut. 

i began to dress , wearing a new saree and putting on a pair of fresh panties glancing on the strap-on lying on the bedside and my Owner who was resting on the bed. i have so much work to do to please Mistress V. It's another day in the life of a happy slut.



A Day in the Life



At precisely 6 AM my eyes snapped open, fueled by my inner psychic alarm clock to wake at the time that I had been instructed. After blinking rapidly several times to drive away any last vestiges of sleep I quickly rolled off the thin mattress on the floor of the small bare bones room in which I slept and stood up before that first minute had passed. It would not do to disobey, even in such a small unobserved way, at the very beginning of my day. 

It was still dark in the room at that hour and I groped to find and turn on the light switch on the wall. The ceiling bulb above flared to life throwing off a harsh sudden glare. I made my way out and down the hall to the downstairs bathroom. After taking care of my morning necessities I got into the shower where I quickly washed and thoroughly scrubbed and was out after just a few minutes. Rapidly drying off I then took care of my shaving and teeth needs, and I was soon ready for my early morning duties. 

Except for the device which encased my privates I was naked, and would remain so most of the time. For my first order of business however I went to the hallway closet where I was allowed to put on an old tattered robe and some worn slippers, and proceeded down the long quarter mile tree lined driveway to its end, to retrieve and bring back the delivered morning paper. Once back up and inside I shed the robe and slippers and scurried down to the kitchen to begin preparations for my Owner's breakfast. 

It being a Saturday, my Wife liked to sleep in a bit later than usual so I was able to take my time to carefully get things ready. I set the table for her, plate, coffee mug, napkin and silverware, and placed the unopened newspaper down next to it all. I freshly ground the beans for the several cups of coffee she likes to drink in the morning and got it ready to brew in the coffee maker. Going to the refrigerator I took out and sliced some fresh strawberries and mixed them in with some blueberries and raspberries and some melon and pineapple which I also freshly cut up, to make a fruit cocktail for her. I took out and broke open two eggs and whisked them in with some milk and cinnamon, then slicing two thick slabs of cholla bread to soak in it for her favorite french toast. Finally I placed four pieces of bacon between paper towels and put them in the microwave to be ready to cook just before she came down. As I was finishing this it was fast approaching 8 o'clock, the time I had been instructed to wake her. 

After one final glance around to assure myself that everything was in place to be quickly ready for her when she arrived, I hurried up the stairs to her closed bedroom door, getting there just before the directed time. I took a deep breath to calm myself and then quietly opened the door and entered. There was enough light now coming through her curtained windows to see, and I knew not to turn on any lights until she was fully awake. I softly approached her bedside, and as the digital clock on her side table flashed 8:00 I gently placed my hand on her shoulder. 

"It's 8 o'clock Ma'am." 

She barely stirred. 

After a moment I applied slightly more pressure. "Ma'am, it's 8 o'clock." I repeated. "When you wanted me to wake you." 

A bit more movement, but without opening her eyes she answered. "Fifteen more minutes." 

"Yes Ma'am." I replied. 

I removed my hand and backed away into the corner so I wouldn't be hovering over her. I stood there silently and still, watching the clock intently although I couldn't help casting occasional long, longing looks at her lovely form lying on her side under the covers. When the clock finally registered 8:15 I returned and put my hand once again on her shoulder. 

"Eight fifteen, Ma'am." 

This time she blinked her eyes open sleepily and shifted onto her back as I took off my hand. After another minute she pushed her covers off, raised her arms above her head and stretched languidly, and my heart thumped and I felt an encumbered stirring in my groin as I drank in with my eyes the heavenly sight before me. 

Yawning contentedly she sat up on the side of the bed without any acknowledgment. I went down to my knees before her and took her bedside slippers and carefully placed them on her feet. She stood and I helped her into her white satin morning robe. She then began walking toward her bedroom en-suite. 

"I'll bathe later after I work out." she said over her shoulder as she went. "I'll be down in ten minutes." she concluded as she closed the en-suite door behind her. 

Given that time frame I hustled down the stairs and back into the kitchen. I could only pray that I would indeed have the full ten minutes to get everything ready. I started by turning on the coffee to brew. From the refrigerator I filled her bowl with the fresh fruit salad and took out two oranges to squeeze for a glass of fresh orange juice, then placing them at her setting at the table. Finally I brought the soaked bread to the skillet to begin to cook her french toast, and turned on the microwave to sizzle her bacon. 

Twenty minutes later she came down the stairs and glided into the room like the royalty that she is. As she approached the dining table I hurried over to pull out her chair. After she sat I picked up the pot and poured her first cup of coffee, adding the precise amount of cream that I knew she liked. When she had finished with her fruit I brought over to her the two pieces of french toast with a carafe of her favorite maple syrup, and the newly cooked bacon on the side. I then retreated to the background to watch intently for any of her further needs. 

She leisurely alternated fork fulls of her french toast, bites of her bacon and sips of her coffee, scanning the newspaper as she did so. About fifteen minutes into her meal, without looking back she held out her mug and I rushed forth to refill it with her second cup of coffee, topping it off once again with the right amount of cream. She continued to slowly dine and read the paper, occasionally chuckling and once even offering an outright laugh as she did so. After forty five minutes and finishing the third cup of coffee I had poured for her, she stood up. 

"I'm going into the den to go through my emails." she announced as she turned to go. "After you clean up in here you can go to start your other chores." 

"Yes Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am." I responded. 

After her departure I went to the table, refolded the paper and cleared the setting. There was about a third of a piece of french toast, a few chunks of fruit, and a half a cup of coffee left which I was allowed to consume for my breakfast. Finishing those quickly I then washed the dishes, pans, silverware and glasses, dried them and put them all away. After wiping down the table, counter tops and stove and cleaning the coffee maker, I went back upstairs to make the bed and lay out the shorts, sports bra, tank top, socks and running shoes she would change into to exercise. That accomplished, I ventured into the en-suite to clean and polish everything within before proceeding on to my next order of business in the corner... the hamper full of laundry. 

Lifting out the full bag I carried it down to the laundry room in the basement. There I separated the whites from the colors from the delicate intimates, the latter of which I hand washed while the other two loads were machine washing and drying. Just as I was finishing the ironing and folding of the last article of cleaned clothing I felt a jolt around my testicles. 

My chastity cage is equipped with a remote controlled electronic stimulator with a range that covers the entirety of the house and most of the property. It has three levels, the first which I had just felt is a mild buzz that signals an immediate summons. The second level, much more uncomfortable, indicates annoyance and a need for greater urgency. The third, which mercifully I've experienced only once, is more prolonged and most unpleasant, having buckled my knees and doubled me over that one time. It is meant to express extreme displeasure and serve as a first step corrective and ever available prod one to dance to the proper tune. I can readily attest to its effectiveness in this regard. 

Having received this initial electronic call I rushed up and out of the basement into the first floor den. She was not there. Maybe she was upstairs dressing, I reasoned, and needed me to get something for her. I bounded up the stairs to the second floor and entered the bedroom. It too was empty. I was beginning to panic. 

I then was treated to a second, far more stinging bolt to my bound balls. I cast my eyes around the room wildly before finally noting that the clothes I had laid out for her on the bed were gone. Hoping that this was the clue I so desperately needed I burst down the ball to the exercise room and thankfully found her there standing at the edge of the treadmill, the remote poised in her hand. 

"It's about time you got here." she said. "What took you so long?" 

"I'm so sorry Ma'am." I panted, eying the remote nervously. "I didn't know where you were." 

"I told you that I was going to work out." she snapped. "You're going to have to learn to get your act together." 

"Yes Ma'am. Please forgive me Ma'am." I practically whimpered. 

She sighed in exasperation, and then to my everlasting gratitude she put down the remote and stepped onto the treadmill. 

"I'm going to run for fifty minutes." she declared. "When there's ten minutes left, go and start filling my bath." 

"Yes Ma'am." I replied as she set the treadmill controls for time and speed and put her earphones in from her iPod to listen to her music. She then stepped on the rolling track to begin her run. I retreated into a back corner to silently watch and wait. 

I stood there transfixed as I gazed at her lithe form flow so effortlessly upon the machine. She has always been very athletic and fit, and works diligently to remain so. Her long dark gorgeous auburn hair was pulled back by a band into a ponytail that bobbed up and down delightfully with each of her strides. But I couldn't help but let my eyes wander down her back, past her pumping arms, down to her perfectly proportioned derriere as each cheek alternated so seductively to and fro. I fantasized having my face buried between them, as she sometimes allows me for her pleasure. Once again though such thoughts only served to produce for me a very irritating tightening within my cage, and I strove to pull my gaze away from her and fix it upon the digital timer that would eventually mark for me the moment of my charge. This proved very difficult to maintain however, given the enchanting visual temptation that was ever within my view and the duration of time that I still had to endure. Finally though, the timer wound down to 10:00, releasing me from my throes as I staggered out of the room to attend to her ordered bath. 

Entering the bedroom en-suite I began to draw her bath in the large whirlpool tub. I turned on hot water only, praying that by the time she arrived and submerged herself within it would have cooled enough to the temperature she required. I added in a liberal amount of her favorite scented bath oil, and when the water was several inches from the rim I shut it off and turned on the jets to be ready for her. 

As I returned to the bedroom she was already there, sitting on the edge of the bed, having finished her run. She lifted one of her legs straight out and I fell to my knees before her and quickly untied and removed her running shoe and the sock beneath. She put that foot down and raised her other and I took that shoe and sock off as well. She kept that foot up. 

"Rub" she commanded succinctly. 

Her always soft foot was moist and warm from her recent exertions as I took it into my hands. With my thumbs I began to slowly and deeply knead, first her toes, then her sole and arch, before massaging around her heel and finally up her calf. Once she was satisfied she put that leg down and offered up her other for the same service. After more than a few minutes of this she abruptly pulled her foot away, stood up and walked into the en-suite as I dutifully followed behind. 

Inside she casually unbanded her hair and took off her top, bra, shorts and panties, carelessly tossing them to me to deposit in the now empty hamper. After testing the water with her hand she stepped into the tub and settled in. By her contented breath I could tell that the temperature was to her satisfaction and I silently breathed my own sigh of relief. I retreated into the background, unobtrusive and unregarded, as with her eyes closed she leaned her head back and let the surging water cascade around her, soothing away her aches and cares. 

After an extended and uncounted time relaxing as such she suddenly slipped her head below the water, holding it there for a number of long seconds before resurfacing. Water streaming down from her hair she casually raised one of her legs 45 degrees upward out of the bath, and without looking in my direction simply said "Bathe me." 

I quickly collected her loofa and body wash and knelt at the side of the tub. Pouring a generous amount of the latter on the former I gently began to scrub, starting at the bottom of her foot, up and around the top and her ankle, continuing with her calf and shin, back and front of her knee and around her entire thigh, going into the water with my arm to finish there. She let that leg down, and after I applied more body wash she lifted her other leg for me to repeat the process. Reaching the top of that thigh I pushed the loofa between her legs and softly rubbed, and was rewarded with a sigh and a smile and a quick tightening of her legs together before I moved up over her pubis and began to buff her belly. 

When finished there I added yet more wash and slowly wound my way around her breasts before traversing under her arms as she lifted first one and then the other. Leaning forward she then allowed me to scrub her neck and back, and as I completed that task she offered forth her next 'request'. 

"Hair" she intoned softly. 

I vigorously massaged in first her conditioner, and after rinsing that out thoroughly I proceeded to richly lather in her shampoo. Once that was fully rinsed out as well she shook her head to shake off excess water, spraying much of her immediate surroundings, including me. She then rose up and I quickly sponged off any remaining soap or suds, and as she stepped out of the tub I helped her into her terrycloth robe and handed her a towel which she wrapped around her wet hair, and with another towel, once again dropping to my knees, I patted dry her lower legs and feet. After I placed on her bathroom slippers she strode out into the bedroom as I scrambled up and behind. 

Without a word she sat down in front of her mirrored vanity table. She unwrapped the towel from her head and let her wet tresses flow down over her shoulders. As I stood behind her she handed me back the portable hair dryer and a wide toothed comb. I began to blow dry her hair, carefully combing out any snarls as I did so. When that was fully done I was given a soft brush to further enhance the sheen of her luxurious hair. 

After a considerable number of long slow strokes I risked a glance into the mirror where I saw her looking back up at me, a hint of a satisfied smile gracing her lips. I quickly averted my gaze back to my task at hand. It was not my place to look even into her reflected eyes. Several more minutes later she finally spoke. 

"I think I'd like to sun bathe in the back yard a bit now. Go down and get everything ready for me." 

"Yes Ma'am." I replied and rapidly made my way down and out to the yard. 

The house is situated within a heavily wooded and secluded four acres. The spacious back yard is surrounded by head high hedges with a canopy of large trees beyond them. In the interior there are a number of small, eccentrically placed, carefully tended flower gardens all surrounded by a well manicured lawn which extends out from a huge flagstone patio. When outside there I am allowed to don some old sneakers, but nothing else. The chances of being observed by unwanted eyes is negligible, but naturally I'm always in fear of the possibility. My only recourse for this of course is nervous obedience. To begin the ordered preparations I moved one of the cushioned chaise lounges from the patio out onto the lawn where it would currently be in the sun, but only I judged for another 30 to 40 minutes or so, before the shade crept over it. I knew that she wouldn't want, and it wouldn't be healthy for her to be exposed to the bright rays any longer than that. 

Some minutes later she emerged through the back French doors wearing a wide brimmed sun hat, sleek sunglasses, and a jaw dropping, shimmering black swimsuit. Walking on her three inch heeled open toed pumps she strolled over to the chaise, and placed an oversized embroidered bag she was carrying on the small table I had set next to the lounger. She reached inside, took out and handed me a bottle of sun screen, then sat down on the side of the chaise, slipped off her pumps and raised her legs up. Filling my hands with a generous amount of lotion I started applying it to one foot and worked my way up her entire leg before doing the same for the other. Finishing there I proceeded to her upper chest, shoulders, neck and back. Once done I capped the bottle and handed it back to her. She put it back, placed the bag on the ground and then lay back on the chaise. 

"It appears that the hedges need some trimming" she observed. "Make yourself useful while I relax and soak up some sun." 

"Yes Ma'am." I answered once again and retreated over to the shed at the far end of the yard where I took out the manual hedge clippers and set about my latest directed chore. Fortunately the hedges were tended regularly and there were only a few errant branches and uneven areas as I made my way around. Within thirty minutes I had completed the entire circuit and just as I was finishing I once more felt the summoning tingle around my testicles. Putting the shears down immediately I rushed over to the chaise, which except for the lower part of her legs was now covered by the leafy shade. 

"Ma'am?" I inquired as I arrived 

"I would like a glass of wine and my book" she informed me. 

"Right away Ma'am." I responded. 

Inside almost instantly I went first to the den. It is important that I am always aware of what book she is currently reading, so it was easy for me to pick it out from among the stack on her desk. Back in the kitchen I filled a goblet with her favorite chilled Riesling, and in less that three minutes from when I had departed I was back at her side carrying both. 

I first handed her the glass of wine. She took a sip and then set it on the side table after which I gave her the book. She opened it to her book marked place and began to read. I remained standing, uncertain of whether she might have further requirements of me. Several minutes later she looked up from her book, snapped her fingers and pointed to the end of the chaise. I understood and stepped over to kneel on the grass at her feet, to wait and be ever ready for any other of her needs. 

By this time it was only her feet that still shone in the sunlight, although my position remained completely exposed. After my previous exertions I was already covered with a thin sheen of sweat, and as it was a warm day, in the bright light I continued to perspire. 

Earlier, when I was bathing her, tending to her hair, and applying her sun block, the necessary strict attention to detail that I had to pay to those activities at least partially countered the discomfort of my own physical excitement as I performed them. Now however, with nothing to occupy my concentration as I stared down at her captivating soft and slender feet, with her perfectly pedicured toes, I achingly endured the exquisite torment as my manhood strained and squashed itself within the hard confines of its plastic prison, suffering my ongoing enchantment. I understood that the primary purpose of being kept so caged was not just to prevent any unpermitted fulfillment of my continual yearnings, but rather to more fully focus and heighten my striving to serve, to meet any and all of her wants, needs and desires to the utmost of my abilities and more. And I knew that being allowed to be of such service is, in itself, my ultimate reward. Still, as I continued to gaze down at that which was such an integral part of my enthrallment, I couldn't help but hope. 




A Day in the Life



And so, as the afternoon wore on, just as she was finishing her goblet of wine and the shade had slowly crept across to finally fully encompass me, she paused from her reading and glanced down at me. After several long moments she raised her foot slightly off the chaise and said casually "You may worship" before letting it fall back onto the cushion and returning her attention to her book. 

Despite now being out of the direct heat I almost swooned. After taking a few seconds to collect myself I slowly bent down and pressed my face flush with the bottom of her foot. Remaining a minute there as such, fully savoring its enrapturing scent, I then moved to softly bring my lips to the upper part of her sole. I let them linger there as well for a short time before moving them slowly down to her heel and then up through her arch to the bottoms of each of her toes, proceeding to their tips and then their tops and finally over the rest of her foot. 

Taking great care not to profane, I only touched with my face and lips as I reverently continued my veneration back and forth between both of her feet. As I did I was transported to a wholly different realm, where the only thing that I wanted, the only thing that mattered, was to completely and totally surrender my being to hers. And there was a deep, deep stirring within my soul that overwhelmed and embraced the sweet, sweet agony that accompanied my continued physical stirring below. I lost all track of time and space as my adoration proceeded unabated, and unconcerned with anything else in the universe until, with her foot that I wasn't currently worshiping she tapped me firmly on the top of my head. 

"Enough." She Spoke. And I immediately and wrenchingly ceased. 

"I'm starting to get hungry." she announced. "Start making my dinner while I change into something more comfortable for the evening." 

"Yes Ma'am." I croaked hoarsely, barely able to speak as she rose and made her way back inside, leaving me behind on my knees. I staggered to my feet, collected her book and empty glass, and on unsteady legs returned to the house and into the kitchen. 

I had prepared the greater part of her main course for the evening, Chicken Kiev, earlier in the morning, and all I now had to do was bake it and saute the accompanying broccoli rabe in olive oil and shaved garlic. I would also make a salad as the Kiev cooked. I always made somewhat more than two servings of each, hoping that after she was finished and I was cleaning up I would be allowed for my own supper to have more than just what was left on her plate, but also any left untouched on the serving platters as well. This was not always a given. 

The dining room table had to be set as well and her dinner wine selected, and I did all of this between the various steps of the food preparation. After much practice I had this down to practically a science, and everything was ready to be served almost to the minute that she came down the steps and entered the dining room. 

She had indeed dressed more comfortably. She had changed from her breath stealing black swimsuit into a vice-like phallus tightening, mid thigh length sheer black negligee, which fortunately for my beleaguered member was mostly covered by her black silk robe. A pair of moderately heeled black slippers completed the ensemble. 

I pulled out her chair for her and she sat. I poured her a glass of white Bordeaux then presented her salad as a first course. Standing several paces behind I waited attentively. When she had finished about two thirds of the salad she pushed it aside and I stepped forward to fill her main plate with a healthy portion of the Chicken Kiev and broccoli rabe. At a very leisurely pace she finished all of that, and I stepped forward again to add a second helping of each. At an even slower rate she only ate half of that and finally indicated that I could have all of what was left. 

"... and while you're cleaning up, bring me a cup of tea in the living room." she added. 

As I was washing, drying and putting away all of the dinner pots, pans and dishes I also hurriedly gobbled down the remains of her meal, and I finished it all just as the tea kettle began to whistle. I prepared her tea with lemon as she liked it, and brought it to her on a tray with several of her favorite chocolate mints, placing it on the table next to the couch on which she was sitting. She picked up the cup, sipped it and then said simply "Down". I knew what was required and placed myself on all fours before her, as she lifted her legs up and laid them to rest on my back. 

As she continued to drink her tea and sample the chocolates she took out her cell phone and called an old friend with whom she hadn't been in touch for some while. After exchanging the usual initial pleasantries they started to laugh and joke and catch up extensively on recent times. A goodly bit later her friend apparently asked about me, and the response was that I was well and very happy in my current position, which was more true, both literally and in every other way, than anyone could ever possibly imagine. She then added my training could at times be hard, to which I also silently but heartily concurred. There was a good deal more small talk before she insisted that they had to get together, and she invited her friend to visit, remarking that she had a number of new and very exciting things she just had to show her. After arranging for a time and date she ended the call. 

Done with her phone conversation she picked up the remote and turned on the large flat screen TV. She scrolled through the channels, finally settling on a steamy, just short of x-rated movie romance. From my place I could obviously hear, but I knew that I was forbidden to turn my head to watch. While the film proceeded on, I drew within myself to more fully contemplate my state. My arms and knees were clearly beginning to feel the strain, but in the space that I had entered this was more than offset by my joy and satisfaction in providing her such comfort. And I knew and understood completely, that at that moment in time I had no greater purpose or reason to exist. 

As the movie neared its climax I felt her reach over to retrieve something from the drawer of the side table. She momentarily lifted her legs off my back, and then set just her heels, widely spaced, back upon me. What followed was a familiar hum. Her vibrator. The sound began to undulate, muffled, then louder, then muffled again, as her heels seemed to make small rotating movements. When the movie ended she clicked off the TV but I could still hear heavy breathing, only now it was coming not from the film but from above, as her heels dug more firmly into me. 

Abruptly the vibrator was turned off and she stood up. "Come." she commanded urgently, and briskly strode away. I lurched to my feet stiffly, and unsteadily scrambled as well as I was able to follow. By the time I reached the bedroom door she was already lying on the bed, her legs spread and dangling off the side. 

"You know what to do, pet." 

And I did. In an instant I was on my knees before her, my face buried between her legs. I could smell the delectable musk of her excitement, and a moment later I tasted it as well as my tongue gently darted into every nook and crevice of her glorious orifice. After a thorough search I finally alighted upon her precious jewel, which I ever so lovingly lavished, bringing forth soft moans from above. Her inner thighs opened and closed upon my ears and her bottom swayed as I continued my probes. When my tongue grew more bold and insistent her moans became groans and her sways became thrashes as I strove to delve deeper and deeper within. 

Suddenly she sat up, pushed me away and bid me stand up before her. Pulling the thin gold chain with the small key attached up over her head she deftly unlocked me. As my cage was cast away my manhood burst forth, upright and rigid in joyous supplication. 

"Get on the bed and on your back, boy" she decreed, and I rushed to comply. She climbed up upon me and glared down with a steely hunger. "Make me happy, toy." And then she mounted me. 

We both gasped simultaneously as I fully entered her. As she was already well on her way she started me out at a brisk pace. She rocked back and forth smoothly as I thrust upward time after time under her total guidance and control. She rode me harder and faster, and before long had me at a full gallop as I strove mightily to meet her need. 

"Yes... YES... YES..." She exclaimed throwing her head back, and I prayed that she was close as I knew that I couldn't hold on much longer. 

"Now, boy, NOW!!" She cried, and gave me full rein. Spurred on by her shouted whip I bucked and bucked and bucked again, before giving one final massive heave upwards, and as she ground down to meet it we were both swept away in an all consuming combined cataclysm. 

Our screams joined together on the outside as our liquid essences surged forth, swirled and merged together into a oneness within. And we both drove on and on, giving all and more, with a wild abandon almost beyond endurance, until both drained yet thoroughly sated she finally slid off me and lay pressed to my side. 

******** 

After some time, when we had both gathered and come back into ourselves, she nestled in closer to me. 

"You're quite the stud, my love." 

I beamed with prideful joy as we then shared a soul stirring kiss. 

"Thank you Sweetheart." I replied with my own fervent love as our lips parted. "You're not too bad yourself." 

I thrilled at her throaty chuckle. 

On Sundays we do any of a variety of things, hike, bike, go to concerts or shows, go out with, visit or entertain friends, or sometimes just relax together at home. During the work week... she is a noted fashion designer and I'm the Chief Operations Director of a large management training firm... at nights we still frequently partake of more sedate, yet very pleasurable, vanilla lovemaking. Sometimes we even switch. But still... 

"I can't wait for next Saturday." she murmured dreamily as she snuggled even closer. 

"Neither can I" I sighed in total agreement as we both drifted off into a contented sleep, entwined in each others arms. "Neither can I."