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A Game

By: DemonicSymphony



She stood outside the pub for a moment, pondering whether or not she should go in. She murmured thoughtfully to herself before deciding 'what the hell' she was on vacation, why the hell not? She pulled the door open and entered the darkened pub. She made her way to the bar where a man asked her in a thick accent what he could get for her.

"Just a shot of tequila please darlin," Her own thick accent rolled off her tongue, but hers wasn't the same English accent the barkeep had. Hers was American, from the southern states.

He nodded and poured her the shot. She eyed it warily, it never failed, she and the first shot of tequila had a ten minute staring contest.

A man, who'd watched her come in, came and sat down beside her about 6 minutes into her staring contest with the tequila. He'd noticed her wearing the jeans and short t-shirt, the straps of her thongs peeking out over the waist of her jeans sometimes when she moved.

"Are you going to drink that or stare at it all night?"

She blinked and looked up to him blushing slightly. Before she said anything else she took the shot glass and winced as she swallowed the tequila. She gasped before she spoke and set the shot glass down hard.

"Sorry, I always have a staring contest with the first one..."

He grinned slightly and signaled the tender for another for her. She blushed again. They spoke for a few moments, exchanging pleasantries about where she was from and what she was doing in a tiny pub on the outskirts of London. Her second shot arrived and she winced looking at it.

"If you detest tequila so much, why do you drink it?"

"I actually adore the taste, hate the burn. By the 4th shot I'll be ok" she grinned at that thought. "Though... I once carried a near empty bottle around all night and cried when my friend tried to take it away. Promise me you'll not let me get that drunk here in a strange town tonight. I'm putting my trust in you."

"Giving me control of you hmm?"

She blushed red and didn't answer by taking the shot. He grinned and she looked back to him. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her blush returned. He got the attention of the tender and paid him for her two shots. She tried to protest and he shushed her. He stood and offered her an arm. She took it and he led her back out into the cool night air. Her body tingled just a tad with the tequila and she smiled.

He let her arm go and reached down. She thought he was going to take her hand, but he didn't. His slender fingers grasped her wrist and a shiver ran through her. He noticed and grinned to himself. He led her to a flat not far from the pub and led her inside, still grasping her wrist. 

She balked just inside the door. He let her wrist go and arched a brow as he tried to shut the door. She moved out of the way and he smiled.

As soon as the door shut he reached up and wound his fingers through her hair, he move as though to kiss her, pulling her hair enough to either make her wince and tell him to stop, or moan. She did the latter, he grinned wickedly.

"I thought as much." He pulled her by her hair to the couch none too gently and told her to kneel. She did. He sat in front of her on the couch, her hair mussed as she looked up at him.

"Look at you, a little slut, on your knees in a stranger's flat thousands of miles from home." She winced and looked down. She heard him struggle out of his pants from a sitting position. She blushed all over again.

He grabbed her hair again and she whimpered slightly. He pulled her to his lap and without question she let her tongue dart out and circle the head of his rapidly hardening cock. He moaned and tugged on her hair. She took him into his mouth and slowly let her head sink over him. She enjoyed the way he gasped as she did. She sucked as she pulled back up. He moaned again.

He guided her head up and down his shaft as she sucked and licked on him, her tongue ring caressed the underside of his cock beautifully as she moved. He felt himself harden fully and moaned as she continued sucking. He finally pulled her head off roughly and she whimpered loudly, both from the pain and the loss of his cock.

"Greedy little slut. Stand and undress, bend over the arm of the couch and wait till I get back."

He stood and pulled his pants back up carefully and went to his room. She did as she was told, neatly folding her clothes and moving them out of the way. She leaned her body over the couch and stretched her top out along it. He returned a few moments later and slipped a blindfold over her eyes and a ball gag in her mouth. She whimpered against it and a hand came down hard on her ass. She jumped and shrieked against the gag. He wrenched both her hands behind her back and cuffed them there with soft cuffs. She whimpered and he slapped her cheek slightly.

She quieted and he could smell her arousal. His fingers darted down and he grinned as he met wetness. Without a word her stood behind her and plunged into her. She moaned both in pleasure and pain. The sudden fullness made her whimper as well. He brought the cane down on her ass. She shrieked in pain and tried in vain to wriggle away. He took her cuffs in hand and used them as leverage as he began to thrust in and out of her.

She was in agony from the cane but in immense pleasure from him fucking her as well. Her body tingled and she squirmed against him. He moaned as he watched the bright red welt appear on her body. Careful not to hit himself he brought the cane down again while he thrust particularly hard, jarring her against the couch. She let out a scream against the ball gag and could see the tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. He moaned softly at the sight. She was soaking wet now. Even the pain was turning her on as intense as it was.

He thrust into her over and over her body clenching around him. He switched hands on the cuffs and brought the cane down three times in rapid succession against her other cheek. She screamed and fought against him, fucking back against him even as she tried to get away. He let her and the cane go, reaching down to grab her hips. Her ass was hot from the cane and he groaned as he plunged in and out of her. He dug his nails into her hips making her moan. One hand came up and started swatting the cane welts. She cried harder against the gag.

He came down with a final hard swat against her ass as he came hard, buried deep inside her. He steadied himself against her for a few minutes as he regained control of himself.

He pulled away from her and un-cuffed her gently. He removed the blind fold and the gag. He let himself fall onto the couch and motioned her to him. She obeyed resting her head on his leg. He smiled as he let his hand stroke her hair tenderly.

"You never tire of that game do you pet?"

She shook her head and nuzzled herself against him as she closed her eyes. 

A Game



Her senses were dulled by the blindfold over her eyes and the loud music playing in her ears. She couldn't tell how long she had been standing there, hands above her head tied with rope. Her shoulders didn't hurt as he treated her well and made sure that the rope wasn't too tight on her joints. For this she was grateful that he was considerate and kind.

Each time she breathed, her breasts jiggled a bit from the way she stood. The jiggling caused the nipple clamps to pull at her sensitive buds. Each time she moved, the slight tug from the delicate bead of metal that led down to her sex pulled at her clit, causing her to hiss as pleasure moved through her body.

In her canal, a vibe buzzed at random intervals, making her salivate as each time she approached an orgasm, it moved to a lower vibration. This was the only awareness that she had that he was somewhere near. Every so often, she would tighten her walls on the vibe and move to create a pleasurable friction between the nipple clamps, the clit clamp, and the vibe in her sex. She figured he was probably watching her do that to, as whenever she did it the vibe would shoot up high and she would almost orgasm.

She knew exactly what he wanted from her but she was stubborn and set in her ways. No man should be able to rule her body the way he was, the way he had. He wanted her to cave in, call him Sir or Master, and let him give her the ultimate pleasure. However, she wanted her body to be hers and that was that in her mind.

A small touch pulled the thin metal away from her body, moving simultaneously the nipple and the clit clamp. She arched upwards, the unexpected sensation causing her to moan out. Damn him, she cursed in her head. His hand trailed lightly at her skin, following the chain up to her breasts where he pulled at the clamps. She groaned out, louder as his lips touched and kissed all around her large orbs.

She felt one hand go down in between her thighs, pulling at the clamp and pushing the vibe in her deeper. A slight airy moan escaped her lips at the sensation he was providing her. Then, as soon as it had appeared, he disappeared and she shook with unbridled need.

She wasn't giving up her determination for her body to stay hers, but he was making it so hard with these random touches. Sometimes his mouth pressed against her throat, nipping and sucking at her sensitive skin. Sometimes he traced her ear with his tongue, knowing exactly where to touch to turn her on. Every once in a while, he put his finger in her mouth and she sucked it like it was his cock, wishing all the while it was.

It felt like forever that this was going on. She remembered coming home and him telling her he head a surprise. Next thing she knew, she was naked and he was grinning from ear to ear as he wrapped the blindfold around her eyes. Then the loud music from the ear buds rendered her deaf. Since then, she had been moved to stand like she was with his tormenting touches.

The vibe buzzed faster again and she arched as a long moan escaped her mouth. Cutting it halfway off, she could feel his laughter in the air. They had long discussed this point of her submitting her sexual desires completely to him. Now, he was showing her how much he controlled those desires that she thought was her own.

How much more could she stand? She had been on the edge of orgasm multiple times now and all he did was sit or stand there and watch her as he basically took away the need. She needed the freedom that going over the edge brought her. It was her high and he knew it. Just like he knew whenever she craved his hard throbbing cock inside her, mouth or sex. Just like he knew whenever she needed to be in control, though not as often.

He came back over and ran his hands over her body. Every curve he explored and when he smacked her ass, she jumped and cried out as she went forward into his body, pushing the vibe further in and pulling at the chain.

The vibe was removed from her sex and pushed into her mouth, the vibrations turned off for the moment. She tasted herself on it and started to suck the hard plastic like it was his dick. He moved it in and out of her mouth, pushing it far in until she gagged and chocked before pulling it back out. As she was focused on the vibe, she didn't feel his fingers move her wet outer lips until he plunged three fingers into her sex roughly. She moaned loudly around the fake cock as he thrust is fingers in her hard and fast.

Grinding her hips down onto his fingers, the movement caused the chain to pull at her nipples and clit. With all the sensations going on at once, she felt herself getting ready to fall over the edge. Without any warning, as she came hard around his fingers, he smacked her clit hard, sending her further as she screamed out his name.

The ear buds were removed and he tsked at her slightly.

"That's not my name, pet." He continued to move his fingers even as her walls clenched at them. She could barely stand, all her weight going onto the rope, as she rode her orgasm out on his fingers. He added a fourth before she was done and she cried out at the feeling of being filled with his hand.

"What's my name and I'll give you my cock." He moved them so slow that she whimpered. He pulled on the chain, causing her clit to spasm as it throbbed in need. "Come on pet; tell me my name so we can have some real fun."

He leaned closer to her, pressing his full length against her naked flesh. The feel of him naked sent shivers down her spin. His mouth attacked her neck, moving upwards towards her ear, where he whispered.

"Tell me my name pet and I will let you down. I will bend you over the table and fuck you so hard that you will scream when you come. I will put you on your hands and knees; let you suck my cock with all your juices on it, before going behind you and ramming into you. I'll go hard and fast, just like you like it. Smacking your ass and playing with those luscious cheeks. And when you come, I'm going to smack your clit hard as I keep ramming into you. Your hair will be wrapped in my hand and your body will be mine to control. And you will beg for me to cum inside you, you will beg for your Master to give you his cum in your tight pussy."

She moaned at his description, grinding her pelvis down into his hands as he talked to her about what he was going to do. He pulled his hand away from her sex. "Only good girls get to cum again." He kissed her jaw. "Are you a good girl pet?"

"Yes," she said without hesitation.

"Yes what?"

She didn't speak.

"Good girls give an answer, pet." He smacked her ass. "Yes what?"

"Yes Sir."

"That's not what I want and you know it." His hand went into her hair and pulled it lightly. "Yes what, pet, and this is your final try or we stop here."

She growled low in her throat and swallowed her pride. "Yes, M-master."

"Good girl. For that, I will give you what I described."

Her hands fell to her side in one movement as the rope came off. The blindfold was removed and she looked up into his happy eyes. He took her hand and led her to the table where she hurriedly got up on the surface. She spread her legs for him and watched as the lust he had come to his eyes. Without warning, he entered her quickly and started to pound into her hard. She cried out at the feeling of his thick dick filling her so well.

He didn't stop and the chain bounced, pulling at her nipples and her clit in two different directions. She cried as her body came closer and closer to her orgasm and she wrapped her legs around him, creating more friction. Grinding against him, she arched up and screamed loudly as her body shuddered with her second orgasm. She cried out Master and his name combined as her body trembled from the intensity of her orgasm.

He didn't spare a second as he cradled her to his body and moved them to their next position. With her on her hands and knees, she was a sight to behold. Moving in front of her, he placed his cock right before her lips and watched in slight amusement as she wasted no time in giving him head. He grabbed her hair and twisted it in his hands as he started to push her limits and pushed himself deeper into her mouth. Whenever she gagged, he stopped but didn't pull out. Only gave her enough room to catch her breath.

She didn't mind as she kept trying to deep throat him. But he was a well-endowed man and she was a small woman. Sucking him as she popped him out of her mouth, she started licking him from the base to the tip. Then she moved down and started to suck lightly on his balls.

He was groaning, his hands tightening in her hair, and she knew that he was close. Looking up at him, she said something that she never dreamed she would say to any guy.

"Please, Master, fuck my pussy. Fuck me hard and slap my ass. Give me your cum in my pussy. Please."

It didn't take long before the words where out of her mouth that he was behind her, ramming into her pussy with long, hard strokes. The faster he went, the more she cried out. The harder he went, the more she returned each thrust. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as one hand came down on her ass. She begged for more and he obliged, cracking her hard on the other cheek.

"What do you want, pet?"

"For you to cum inside me, Master."

"Whose are you?"

"Yours." He smacked her ass on the other cheek.

"Whose?"

"Yours Master."

"What are you?"

"Your pet. Your slut. Your partner. Please Master, I am so close."

He smacked her ass. "You don't cum until I tell you too."

He went even harder and she squealed out her delight as he fucked her thoroughly. He pulled at the chain that pulled at her tits and clits as he fucked her. And when he told her she could cum, he smacked her clit hard as she screamed out until her voice was gone. Her walls milking him sent him over the edge as he grunted and held still inside her.

When he was spent, he pulled out and told her to stay like she was. Looking at her from behind, he could see their juices leaking from her sex. It was a sight that pleased him. Going around, he brought her head to his limp cock and she wasted no time in cleaning him. He petted her hair as he gazed down at her lovingly before he picked her up off the floor and sat her in the tub. 

Turning on the water, he bathed her and kissed her all over. She moaned at the sensitivity of her skin but let him do what he pleased as she was well spent and could hardly move. After he bathed her thoroughly, he dried her off and moved them to the bed where he curled up behind her and watched her drift off to sleep.



A Game After Bedtime



You quietly creep into the room where I'm sleeping soundly, the room very faintly lit by the streetlight outside. Slipping off your shoes, you edge closer to the bed, sitting down and nudging me gently til I'm lying on my back, my breathing still deep and regular. Very carefully you tie a blindfold over my eyes before roughly pulling the sheets back, standing up and dragging my arms over my head, cuffing them to the headboard. I slowly wake up as you pull me about, binding my legs tight to the end of the bed. 

Whimpering softly in fright, I struggle a little, still more asleep than awake, crying out in panic when I realise the position I'm in. Before I start to get really loud though, you slap me roughly and rip off a piece of duct tape, sealing it firmly over my mouth. I whimper in fear as I suddenly feel cool metal pressed against me, a sharp point poking into my skin. The next few seconds or so are spent cutting my panties and nightshirt off me, ripping them away and tossing them on the floor before running your cold hands over my warm body.

Shuddering hard under you I try to recoil as best I can, struggling as hard as possible when I hear a belt unbuckle, followed by the sound of a zip being pulled down. Fully awake now my heart beating painfully hard in my chest; I start hyperventilating a little, almost on the verge of tears. Seeing that you've really scared me way more than you meant to, you soften slightly and touch my face, stroking my soft skin gently and reassuring me that its you, 'Sshhh its ok, I'm sorry baby, shh don't cry, its ok....' You murmur quietly to me and calm me down; all the tension goes out of me as I sigh deeply in relief, my breathing slowly returning to normal. 

You lay out beside me and stroke me soothingly all over, and as I become calmer and calmer, I start arching slightly to your touch, moaning very softly through my gag as you play with my nipples, trailing your hand down my tummy and over my lips lightly before sliding your hand back up to my tummy, lightly rimming my bellybutton with your fingertip.

You grin as I moan softly through my gag, sliding your hand down lower to play lightly over my lips again, barely just grazing my clit, not really touching me just yet. As time goes on and I get wetter, I start arching up harder to meet your hand, squirming to make it move where I want it to go. I try to speak despite my gag, just a muffled frustrated moan coming through despite my best efforts. You stop touching me completely and tilt my face towards you, murmuring in mock sympathy, 'Mmmm what's that fuckslut, you want the gag off?' To which I nod fervently, inching as close to the sound of your voice as I can, 'Hmmm then what's in it for me? How will you ever repay me?' 

I stop and think for a second, my hands clenched in the cuffs, growling low in my throat in frustration. Taking a hold of one of my nipples and twisting it, you continue, 'Since you obviously can't decide, I'm going to offer you an option, the gag comes off if you decide to be my fuckslave for all of this weekend, starting right now...do you still want the gag off?' I keep still a few seconds, weighing up the possibilities, and just to push me over in the decision you want you give me what I crave, sliding your fingertip over and around my swollen clit, slowly pushing back the hood, stroking me more. Moaning low in my throat and grinding against you, I flush slightly as you pull your hand away, grinning again as I growl in frustration. 'Sorry, what was that? Have you decided yet?' Pausing for a fraction of a second I nod my head, silently begging for the tape to be removed.

As soon as you peel off the tape I start whimpering and begging, dying for you to touch me again, 'mmm please Sir I need to cum, I want to ride your cock and cum all over your hard shaft, or fuck my mouth Sir please I want to taste your hot cum soon...' You quickly silence me by lightly pinching my clit, warning me not too get too insistent. After lightly pinching my clit once or twice, making me gasp and arch in pain and surprise, you slowly start circling your fingertips around it again. I can feel your weight shift beside me as you move about, your fingers temporarily breaking contact with my hard little clit. 

Shivering in anticipation, from what i can tell you've moved to kneel straight in front of my pussy, and as I stretch in my bonds, you confirm my suspicions by lightly blowing over my hot clit, watching me twitch. 'Mmm you like that do you?' you whisper, using your thumb to gently pull back the hood til only the most sensitive part is uncovered. Using only the tip of your tongue, you flick lightly at it, grinning as the hot pleasure rushes through me. Keeping my clit exposed, you start licking and biting my smooth lips, pulling gently before sliding your tongue deep into my fuckhole. 

The effect on me is electric and I can't stay quiet anymore, grinding as best I can against your face, I whimper quietly, 'Oh fuck yes Sir I love being tongue fucked, don't stop I'm so close, let me cum on your tongue Sir, please' Just as I start to shudder under you, you pull away, lightly blowing over my sensitive skin, letting me calm down just enough so you can keep going. You lazy lap up some of my fuckjuices before running your mouth up and down one of my lips. Sucking softly, your bottom lip gently nudging my still exposed clit you're quickly driving me crazy with need.

Loving the sounds of my moans and whimpers, you move to give my other lip the same treatment, very gently brushing against my clit again. 'Uhhmm yes Sir more, please!!' I murmur with a very definite edge of urgency to my voice, provoking you to pull away. 

'Hmm getting very demanding, aren't you?' You enquire, lightly pulling on my cunt lips, sliding your fingers deep inside me. 

'Mmmm I'm sorry, I'm trying to be good Sir...' I whimper softly, arching my back and pulsing hard around your fingers, as though trying to pull them deeper inside. Fingerfucking me hard and fast, you watch closely until I blush deeper, my mouth slightly open in dumb hope and pleasure. At the last moment you slowly, tantalizingly pull your fingers from me, bringing them up to smear my juices over my lips and face, chuckling a little as I near howl in disappointment and frustration, alternating between relaxing and pulling against my bonds in a vain attempt to fuck thin air.

Lightly stroking your now-throbbing cock, you straddle my tummy, moving a little higher until you're almost over my ribcage. You run your free hand over my tits, lightly teasing my nipples as I try hard to calm down, 'Since my little fuckslut is way too excited to ride, looks like I better make do with her tits...' With that you lay your hot hard cock between my soft firm tits, pushing them tighter together around you. As you start rocking your hips back and forth, I tilt my mouth down, hoping to taste you, finding that I'm occasionally able to flick my tongue over your head. The combination of your grunts and moans, coupled with your smell and taste is making my need to cum even worse. All I can think of is how much I wish you were fucking my hot wet pussy instead of my tits. 'Uhhmmm...I'm gonna cum all over your slut face, do you want that?' you groan as you fuck faster and harder, your voice breaking a little as you get close. 

Near dripping on the sheets, I whimper hungrily, 'Mmmm yes Sir, please cum for me, let me taste you....' still licking and sucking your head, stretching to slide more of you into my mouth. Pulling up from my tits you move higher, stroking hard and fast as you lift my head a little, forcing your cock deep into my eager mouth.

Bucking your hips hard into my face and holding onto the headboard, you force your cock deeper into my mouth, fucking hard until I feel your shaft start to swell, sucking you hard and deep until your cock jerks, blowing your hot load down my throat. I keep licking and sucking you all through your orgasm, trying desperately hard to please you as you go slightly weak over me, gripping the headboard tightly as you recover from your orgasm. As you catch your breath again you roll off my chest, lying out beside me, knowing I still need relief. 

Whispering quietly so as not to annoy you, I tilt my head in your general direction and timidly ask, 'Sir I need to cum, am I allowed cum yet?' 

I can hear the smirk in your voice as you pull off my blindfold, 'Not yet, no' Pulling lightly on the restraints, I give you a pleading look, asking if I can at least be released. In reply you slap my thigh lightly, warning me not to get too bold in my questioning, and murmur, closing your eyes, 'Mmm nope, knowing you I'd wake up to find you fucking yourself' Moving closer and pulling the covers over us, trailing your hand down to lightly stroke my tummy, occasionally rubbing your hand over my pussy, 'You're my fuckslave, to do what I want with. Any more resistance on your part and you'll be punished, understand?' 

'Yeah' I reply sulkily, wriggling a little in pure frustration. 

Without opening your eyes, you grope for one of my nipples, squeezing fucking hard once you get your fingertips around it, 'What was that?' you ask sharply. 

Moaning softly in pain I amend, 'Mmm yes Sir I understand, I'm sorry.' Satisfied you let go, moving your hand back to lightly stroke my tummy. Before long your breathing is deep and regular, and I'm lying awake, trying desperately hard to ignore the aching need in my cunt. 



A Game After Bedtime Ch. 02



Hey since this is the end of my first story on literotica I'd really appreciate any comments or tips that could help me improve my writing. Thanks in advance, hope you like it ;)

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After finally falling asleep in complete exhaustion on Friday night, I wake up to a dull ache in my wrists, whimpering softly in my sleep as I struggle against the cuffs. The reason I've been struggling so hard is beyond me until you flick your tongue lazily over my exposed clit again. Still half in the fog of sleep I drag my eyes open and glance down at you as you rub your thumb lightly over it, looking up at me as I wake, 'Morning Fuckslave, better mind your wrists there, you've been pulling quite a while' 

I look up at my wrists which are indeed quite raw, and try to reposition myself so they don't get rubbed so much. I'm doing quite well holding still against the onslaught of sensation until you reach over to get my vibe, holding it straight in front of my mouth, 'Suck it'. Eager to please you I take the vibe as deep as I can, sucking and licking it hungrily as you lightly stroke your hardening cock.

When its slick and shiny, and you're satisfied I've done a good job on it, you pull away and lie back between my legs, tracing the (still turned off) vibe around the tops of my thighs and over my lips, just barely brushing my swollen clit. 'Mmmm oh please Sir, fuck me with it' I moan softly, aching to feel any kind of pressure in my cunt, knowing it'll really only make the need worse. 

'Hmm?' You murmur, pretending you haven't heard me, forcing me to repeat it, the desperation you heard last night edging my voice again. 'Oh, you mean this' you say, sliding the vibe deep into my soaking cunt, rocking it back and forth gently. Keening softly in my throat, I rock slightly back against you as you turn it on, pulsing my cunt hard around it on every downstroke. 'Ah ah, don't get too excited slut, if you cum without my permission I'll cane your ass til its purple' You say, flicking your tongue lightly over my clit on the last word. 

I tense up hard under you as I get more excited, trying to concentrate on anything but the sensations you're giving me. A few strokes later I'm unable to control myself, my hips grinding in time to meet the vibe, struggling harder now as I beg you to stop, 'Mmmm Sir please, stop, mmm I'm so close, I can't stand it much longer, please....' But you just speed up as I plead you to stop, pushing me to the very edge til I'm almost hysterical trying to hold back, only then gradually slowing down and finally turning the toy off.

As I relax back on the bed, temporarily exhausted from trying so hard to hold back, I shudder as you pull the vibe from my well fucked hole, glancing down at you as you bring it up to my mouth. 'Don't stop til every last drop of your fuckjuices have been swallowed' you order, sliding the vibe deep into my mouth as I suck and lick just as eagerly as before, hungry for my own juices. 'Now Slut, I'm sure you're wondering when you'll be allowed cum.' Knowing better than to say anything, I just keep licking and sucking the vibe, glancing at you warily as you go on. "more often than not I won't want you to cum while I play with you this weekend, unless I decide to let you cum on a whim of course." A wicked grin spreads over your face as you continue, and I shiver in anticipation, 'But that doesn't neccessarily mean you won't get your chance.' 

Leaning up you release my wrists, rubbing them tenderly for a moment before rummaging around a bit, finally finding what you're looking for. 'Here's how its going to work, you get to fuck and grind on this pillow for exactly five minutes, and if you get to cum in the time alloted, I won't stop you' Gently clipping the collar around my neck as you speak, you lay back on the bed, wrapping the leash around your fist, 'But there's one rule, your hands have to be laced behind your head the whole time.' You reach into a drawer beside the bed and pull out a pair of padded cuffs, motioning for me to put my hands in place, cuffing them together again.

Helping me get the pillow in place, I squeeze my thighs around it gently, shivering a little as I'm almost sure that no matter what happens, I can definitely cum in five minutes. Sitting just in front of me, making sure everythings ready, you set the timer up and order me to go. I start grinding and fucking as best I can, but before long realise that because of my hands being cuffed behind my head, I can't fuck as hard or as fast as I want to. Bucking my hips rhythmically I gasp and shudder as I slowly edge closer to cumming, panicking as the seconds tick by and I realise I might not have time. You're having the time of your life though, a huge grin is spread across your face as you soak up my desperation, one hand loosely holding the leash, the other lazily stroking your rock hard cock. I shudder hard and start grinding my hips in tight circles, that familiar feeling of pure pleasure rising from the pit of my stomach. Positive now that despite my reservations I have enough time, I lose all inhibitions and start bucking harder and faster, smiling as I get closer. I'm dimly aware of you mumbling quietly, after which apparently without warning you push my hips from the pillow, holding me up away from it as my eyes open in dumb disappointment. Still grinding my hips gently I try to struggle against you a bit, hoping to find that last few seconds of pressure that would let me get off.

Rapidly getting rather pissed off at my resistance, you stand on the bed and grasp the leash just where it joins the collar, pulling me firmly and gently so I'm sitting on my heels, off the pillow and almost crying in disappointment. 'Now now, didn't I tell you you just had five minutes?' Wrapping your fingers around your shaft, still holding my leash with your other hand, you pull me up higher so I'm level with your cock 'I give you a fucking good chance to cum your brains out, and not only do you waste it, but you disobey my order too?' 

Looking down at me as I gaze up at you, a hungry expression crossing my tearstained features, you start rubbing your head and shaft over my soft face and lips. You rub your head tantilizingly slowly over my lips, grinning at my eager expression. Unsure of what you'd most like me to do I just watch you, looking for the slightest indication, the smallest hint of a moan escaping my throat as my desire to taste you almost gets the better of me. 'What was that? Speak up!' 

Tracing the tip of my tongue over my lips I murmur quietly, 'May i taste you Sir? I really need to....' Sighing shakily when you don't say anything, I lightly flick the tip of my tongue over your head, watching your reaction. Pushing your cock deeper into my mouth, pleased that I remembered to ask first, you sigh softly, letting go of my leash and entwining your fingers in my hair, 'mmmm thats right you dirty cocksucking whore, take all of it...' Taking you as deep as I can I slowly rock back and forth, sighing in pleasure as I feel your cock twitch, hungrily anticipating your sweet cum sliding down my throat. 

You grip my hair tighter, and I whimper as I feel you tensing up, licking and sucking every inch of your hot cock more hungrily, closing my eyes in bliss, moaning softly. 'mmmmmmmm.....' At the last possible moment you pull from my mouth, shooting your load all over my face and tits as you furiously jack your cock, growling hoarsely before wiping the rest of your cum off on my face. 

Panting softly you tilt my face up, well aware of how badly I wanted to swallow your cum, 'I'm gonna go get some breakfast now, don't you dare wipe your face Fuckslave, or I'll make your punishment worse. You don't want to displease me further do you?' I slowly shake my head no as you step off the bed, resolved to keep my place until you come back.

Deliberately, you leave me there for twenty minutes or so while you eat, creeping back quietly to look in on me from time to time, pleasently surprised to find I've complied totally, still straddling the pillow, my hands cuffed behind my head, arching my back slightly, and your cum still spattered across my body. Too worried about my impending punishment, I don't even chance a taste, I just wait patiently for you to come back. Eventually you pad back into the room, holding a plate with a sliced apple on it. As I eyeball you somewhat warily you kneel back on the bed, straight in front of me. 'You've done really well, I know you haven't moved at all since I left' you murmur, picking up a slice of apple and sliding the edge of it up my body, collecting your cum with the fruit and bringing it to my lips. 'I know you must've been tempted to at least try cumming while I was gone..' Motioning for me to open my mouth you feed me the first slice, finally letting me taste your fuckjuices. 

Grinning as I moan softly in pleasure, you pick up another slice, continuing to clean my body off slowly, 'You've been so good in fact that you'll definitely be allowed cum before the weekend is over' 

At this I perk up visibly, and tentatively ask between bites, 'Will I be allowed to soon Sir? I'm starting to ache....' Shushing me as you finish feeding me the apple, you reply that I'll come when you decide I deserve it. Offering me your fingers I suck the last of the apple juice from them, squirming involuntarily as you trace your other hand lightly over my tummy lowering it to tease the soft sensitive skin at the tops of my thighs.

'Hmm I have to go out now' you whisper softly as I keep squirming, trying hard to make contact with your fingers, 'But now I'm stuck on what to do with you, aren't I? If I leave you here alone you'll make yourself cum in no time, won't you?' Blushing slightly and smiling a little, I find I can't actually deny its true, instead just listening to see what your solution will be. 

Thinking out loud as you undo the cuffs, 'Hmmm I think its better if you come with me, I'm just getting something sorted with the car.....I'm sure we can think of something to keep you amused while we're at the garage.' You unclip the leash but leave the collar on, ordering me to stay put as you rummage around for something you need. 

Watching you meekly, I plead just a little, 'Sir can I cum soon, please? I need to so badly, if I'm good at the garage can I cum?' 

Grinning wickedly, you promise, 'Ok then, if you can get through this afternoon without begging me to cum, maybe that'll put me in a good enough mood to finish you off' tossing a little pair of panties at me you say, 'If you can resist making any noise or squirming or anything, then I'll definitely let you cum, how's that?' 

Nodding eagerly, I slip into the panties, moving about and getting ready to go, before stopping and turning to you, watching you suspiciously. 'What are you going to do to me though?'

Instantly warm pleasure rushes through me, my knees buckle under me as the crotch of the panties starts pulsing, teasing my already oversensitive clit. 'Oooohhhh fuck.....' You stop just as I slide to the floor, standing over me and helping me up.

'Every time someone says the trigger, I'm going to do that to you.' Kissing me softly, you grin wickedly and bound downstairs, calling back, 'Now hurry up or we'll be late!' 

Dragging on some clothes, I fix myself so that I'm at least presentable, calling down to you as I follow you down, 'Can I have a hint on what the word is?' Gently holding my hand and pulling me out the door, you shake your head and assure me its a surprise. Relaxing back into the car I buckle my seatbelt, absentmindedly letting my hand trail to the collar still around my neck, curling my fingers around it, wondering exactly what I've managed to get myself into. 

A few minutes later as you pull into the garage, you flick the switch on the panties for a few seconds, just to remind me how much is at stake before we head inside. While I'm standing there waiting for you, my mind starts to wander, clearly not held at all by your consultation about your car. Leaning slightly against the wall, my mind drifts to the last time you fucked me good and hard, making me cry out again and again as you drove your hard prick into my sopping cunt, pounding relentlessly against my g-spot as I wrapped my legs around you....

I'm jolted sharply out of my daydream by a massive wave of pleasure, my knees buckling again as I try desperately to control my reaction, barely managing to right myself and bite back a whimper, looking around to make sure no one noticed. Its over almost before it started and I curse myself for not paying attention, grinning despite myself at the slight smirk on your face. 

Standing up straight I move closer to you, listening more closely to whats going on, trying to catch the trigger. As the man walks off to sort out your details I move around to your front, curling my fingers around your belt and pulling you possessively close so our hips are touching, leaning up to kiss and lick at your neck, murmuring quiet enough that only you can hear, 'Alright then, you win, I just want you to take me home, drag my clothes off and fuck me hard and deep.....my swollen little clit has been throbbing for some proper attention since last night and I fucking need it now...' 

Taken aback a bit by my aggression it takes you a moment to react, a fact I take advantage of by subtly slipping a hand between us, teasingly tracing your hardening cock through your jeans, still barely whispering, 'I bet you'd love to sink this thick fucker into my tight hole right now wouldn't you? I'm so wet right now, my juices are dripping down my...' I break off suddenly as the man comes back, flashing a cheeky grin at you as I move away, letting you speak to the guy as you try to hide your hardon. I'm fucking delighted that its you losing your composure for once.

As you start chatting again you flick the switch to its highest setting, pretty determined to get me back even if I do end up cumming in the process. Without seeming too concerned about it I relax back against the wall, my feet planted so that my ass and shoulders are the only body parts resting against it. As the tiny toy resting against my clit jumps and vibrates my mind drifts back to my daydream and before I know it I'm there again, my head tilted back off the the edge of the bed, your hard throbbing cock buried in my tight cunt to the hilt, fucking me harder and deeper than I thought possible as I moan and writhe under you, on the edge, almost there, just about.......and then the sensations lessen again.

Snapping my eyes open to glare at you I almost grin at the frankly astonished look on your face. The man appears to have gone off somewhere and you grab me by the wrist, pulling me close enough to whisper, 'What the fuck were you doing!?' Still slightly dazed about the whole thing I shrug and that seems to piss you off more, 'You looked like you were fucking or cumming or something, I didn't think you'd take it that far!' 

Standing up properly to clear my head, I shake your hand off and murmur quietly, 'Thats cos I was a few seconds off from the best fucking orgasm of my life so far, and you stopped it again...whats your problem anyway? I thought you wanted everyone to see your slut for what she really is.' Finding one of your hands with mine I figure to hell with who's looking and guide it to the front of my jeans, my juices slowly soaking through the material. 'Now unless you want me to drag your clothes off and fuck you here and now, take me home.' All thoughts of talking to the mechanic appear to have completely left your mind as we rush back to the car, but it doesn't take long for you to reassert yourself. 

As soon as we're belted in you wrap your free hand in my hair, pulling my mouth down to your straining cock. 'Suck it now you fucking slut, I bet you wanted everyone in there to see you cum' Moaning my agreement I eagerly swallow your shaft, teasingly licking and tonguing your hot prick as you drive us home.

Before either of us can make out whats happened we're tearing the clothes off one another just inside the front door, slamming it shut behind us as I eagerly push you to the floor, far too desperate to cum now to risk you teasing me any further. Ripping off those tickling panties that tormented me so much before, I finally get to do what I need and straddle your hips. Trading kisses and rough caresses I grind my hips on yours, your throbbing shaft rubbing the length of my aching cunt, teasing my slippery hole until I can't take it anymore. 

Practically panting with desire I whisper anxiously, 'mmmm fucking hell slide into me now I need it fucking now!!' Tilting your hips and keeping a firm hold on mine you thrust hard up into me just as I sink down on your shaft, and its all I can do not to whimper in sheer pleasure. Rocking my hips gently at first I rapidly find my rhythm, urgency taking over as my pleasure builds quickly. The hours of teasing catch up with me as my clit throbs, every muscle in my body tensing and relaxing as my orgasm builds for the last time. Digging my nails gently into your chest and tummy my head tilts back, my eyes only half open as I murmur almost to myself, 'Mmmm fuck....deeper, harder....uungghh I love how you fill my slut cunt, you love fucking my tight hole, don't you....' Too content to really do much else you murmur your agreement and pull me down close to you, holding my wrists gently in your hands.

'Hold on a sec' you order quietly, pulling my hands up past your head so its harder for me to move without pulling away from your cock totally, grinning as I start whimpering and struggling against you. Almost laughing at my obvious distress you roll over so I'm on my back with you on top of me, kissing me reassuringly as you slide balls deep inside me again 'My slut said she wanted a good hard fucking, right?' Nodding on reflex I arch my back as you start pounding into me, grinding my hips back into the floor as the sensations get almost too intense for me to bear. Every thrust rubs along my clit just right, and before long I'm desperately clawing your back, every muscle tensed, my toes curling as my orgasm finally rips through me. Wave after wave of pleasure hits as I buck frantically under you, my body shuddering in deep primal moans of pleasure. Speeding up your thrusts to prolong my cum, my tight pussy clenching and releasing around you becomes too much and you flood my cunt with spurt after spurt of your creamy cum. Still moaning softly with every gasp for breath I relax under you, well fucked and satisfied (for the moment at least) holding you close as we sink into an afterglow stupor.

When I finally start coming back to the world I become dimly aware of your hand cradling the back of my head, and opening my eyes I find I'm more or less gazing into yours. 'Who's my slut?' you ask, as though you really need to hear the answer. Grinning dreamily I start gently rubbing your back, relaxing you into me all the more.



A Game Ch. 1



I stood nervously on the makeshift stage set back in the rather large field, owned by the “president” of the club, my eyes scanning the crowd before me. I was a slave; at least that was the game. They took five of us, dressed us in strips of loincloths wrapped around our chests and hips, and told us to wear no make up or hair spray. We were barefoot, and the auctioneer smiled wickedly at us, as we were up for sale. 

All of the men in the audience were dressed in regular clothing, however, most of whom I knew, but a few faces I did not recognize. Occasionally, we would play these games, some were sexual, some were not; this one was a little bit of both. I knew it had to be obvious that the whole thing aroused me; my hard nipples were very clearly visible through the thin cloth, and I noticed a few men staring at my legs and breasts. It was thrilling to be on display, watched and scrutinized like a piece of property. One of the rules of this game was to play that part for at least 48 hours, or more if we wanted to, but we had to obey whoever bought us as real slaves with a real master.

And although I had never met the man who had started this “club”, I knew that everyone was carefully screened for things like diseases and such, as I had gone through the same ordeal. After being around this group for only six months I knew that the women were generally treated better than the men.

We five were the youngest looking girls in the group, two looked fifteen, and I looked 18, but we were all over 20. Even though the game was supposed to be played as in history, the man who took us home, would make us do his laundry, cook his food, and clean his modern house. It was slightly unfair, but everyone in the group was single, had no children or live-in lovers, so most of the men probably needed someone to give their house a good scrubbing. 

Immediately before the auction, the auctioneer made it very clear to everyone that both the slaves and the masters must respect the code word. The word was in case of an emergency, or if something was going too far, etc. Almost immediately, he went into character, as did the crowd of about twenty men, armed with nothing but cash, ready to pay a high price for a personal two-day slave. The group was free for women, but things like this would always cost the men something; they had to make money somehow.
 He started with Cassie who was one year older than me, shackled by her hands, as we all were, and had a much larger chest than I could ever dream of. Quickly, everyone started bidding, falling over themselves, out bidding so fast I could not keep up. I noticed a few holding back; their eyes on another girl next to me, but none appeared to be ogling me just yet. After paying $200 for Cassie, they moved on to Sheila, also much prettier than I, and I let my gaze drift among the crowd, when I realized there was one man staring at me. I had never seen him before; he seemed older than me by at least a few years, stood straight and tall, his hair was dark brown, long, and pulled back, and he had a very thin goatee outlining his chin. He did not smile at me, but stared possessively, as if he already owned me. I bit hard into my bottom lip and blushed under his stare, fidgeting. He seemed to mouth words that even over the cries of the other men I heard his voice whisper; “I will own you.”

“Sold!” Trevor, the auctioneer yelled as Sheila was pulled away on a leash held by two drooling men.

I was next. A lump caught in my throat as he listed off phony assets of my talents around the house, as well as my virtuous innocence. Just as many hungry men jumped in with bids, however, the man in the back stayed silent, his arms folded as he watched the others fight over me with their money. It was down to $400 and three men, when he finally raised his voice.

“Five Hundred!” he bellowed, his voice deep and commanding, sending shivers through my loins.

“Well, well!” Trevor chided, “Quite a promise! Anyone care to challenge?”

“Five Fifty!” a challenger, seemingly drunk, raised the odds.

“Ah, sir?” Trevor turned back to the strange man, “What of you?”

“Seven Hundred.” he sounded firm, as everyone turned to look at him, surprised at the jump in bidding.

The bidders were silent for a few moments, and then Trevor yelled, “Sold!” making me jump a little.

My heart was beating madly; yet I could barely breathe as he stepped up to the stage, paid Trevor the large amount in hundreds, and took hold of my leash without a glance at my face. Now closer to him, I was able to get a better look; he wore black button up shirt under a black blazer, and black pants tucked into calf-high black boots. He seemed part punk, part alternative and part “S & M”. His facial features looked as though chiseled from stone, his jaw very steady and his eyes perfectly still in hiding any emotion as he barely looked at me while he pulled me behind him. I had to jog a little to keep up with his long legs, his height almost a foot above mine, and his frame large and intimidating. His steps were heavy as he pulled me to his car, then yanked the leash, making me stumble into the side of the car.

“Damn!” I cursed, but his glare made me drop my gaze to the ground.

“Understand, you are my slave, and will not speak unless I tell you to.” he opened the passenger door of a sporty car, then pushed the seat up, “You get in the back, slave.”

Once in the back, he got in and turned to me, a black cloth in his hand. Blindfolding me, he ordered me to lie down and be quiet, before starting the car to drive, presumably, to his home. The drive seemed to take forever; I was uncomfortable, tied up, blindfolded, and I did not even know this man or his name. Suddenly, away from the group and alone, I felt terrified, wanting reassurance that it was still just a game.

“Iconoclast!” I blurted the code phrase, hating that I felt I needed to use it so soon.

“What is it, slave?” he asked, and it sounded as if he pulled into a garage.

“I – I’m just a little scared.”

“Isn’t that the point of the game?”

“I know, but I don’t feel safe.”

He did not answer me, as my blood pounded in my ears; he got out of the car and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me out roughly. I was shaking, so he took off the blindfold, and once my eyes focused to the dim light, I found out that we were in a very clean, well-organized garage. Gently, he cupped my face and pulled me into a kiss; pressing my back against the car, I yielded to him, feeling very small by comparison. His lips were very strong as they devoured mine, his goatee brushing my skin as his tongue gently invaded my willing mouth. Slipping his hands behind me, he freed my wrists from their binds and we held each other for a moment, tasting each other. Pulling away from the kiss, he looked down at me with softened eyes, and did not appear as frightening.

“It is only a game, Elysia,” he whispered, still holding my face close to his, “I know that. Do not be afraid if I play the part of master too well.”

“Can I at least know your name?” 

“Not yet, pet. It adds to the drama, yes?”

“I am sorry, I have never done anything like this before.”

“I know, you are still quite young. Do not tell me how old you really are, I want you to be Seventeen, understand?”

“Okay.”

“Now, shall we continue? Do you feel a little better about this?”

“I guess.”

“Do not worry, pet. I am not some ogre out to hurt you. I like playing master and slave, but I do not want you to feel afraid of me.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Stepping back, he cleared his throat and his face changed quickly, almost like a shadow cast over him. Snatching at the leash, he pulled me to the door, then paused and turned to me.

“On your hands and knees, slave.” he ordered, “You will enter my house like the dog you are.”

I obeyed, crawling seductively behind him as he led me through the door, onto a beautiful plush green carpet. Stepping quickly down the hall, we entered the immaculate living room, decorated with a burgundy sofa, matching chairs, and a large entertainment system. Looking up at the vaulted ceilings, a simple white fan swirled above, while I still crawled following his step. Unable to take in the rest of the interior design as he led me down another hallway, I saw framed pictures above me along the walls, but was unable to determine what they were of.

“First, I suppose I should wash you. No telling where you’ve been.” releasing the leash, he knelt down to me, grasping my chin, “If I let you loose, you will not run free without my permission. If I have to tie you to the furniture, you will be punished severely.”

“Yes, master.” I answered, wanting him to kiss me again.

“Good girl.”

Crawling behind him, we went through a large bedroom with a king sized bed in the middle of the room, and a large dresser opposite it. Both were made of a dark red wood and the room was embellished with very little pictures or trinkets, the comforter on the bed a deep dark blue, accented with throw pillows. Opening two French doors, he revealed the lavish bathroom with a two-person shower and a jet-stream garden tub. The toilet was behind another door, and the mirror at the sink was shiny and clean, as was everything that sparkled and smelled of pine cleaner. It seemed to me that he needed no housekeeper.

I sat on the floor while he turned on the water in the tub, then started to strip himself as the bath filled slowly. I watched him from my place on the floor, admiring his chest and shoulders, slightly tanned and muscular, when he pulled his pants off and left his boxer shorts on. His legs and thighs were that of a runner, firm and strong; even his feet were attractive.

“Stand up, slave.” when I obeyed, he snatched off the cloth covering my breasts.

Out of reflex, I gasped and covered myself, but he did nothing, so I tried to relax while he continued to strip me naked. Sanding there in this stranger’s bathroom with the water running and his eyes roaming over my nakedness, I felt a tingle between my legs as my nipples stood on end. Once the bath was full, he gestured for me to get in, so I did, the water hot but soothing. I sat still, looking at him with unsure eyes, when I caught him smile and quickly turn away to hide it. Grabbing a bath sponge, he slipped out of his shorts, and I could not help but stare; even soft, his penis was obviously large. Nestled in a dark brown bush of pubic hair, it was wide and hung straight down, resting on soft, almost pink testicles. It was the first time I ever thought a man’s sex was beautiful. Slipping in next to me, he grabbed the soap and began washing me, but all the while, I was staring into the water at his groin. 

I started to wonder who was the slave as he started with my back and arms, then slowly, carefully, soaped my breasts with his bare hands. Rubbing and caressing more than cleaning, he continued, and I sighed, loving his touch as he moved down my belly, then skipped to my toes. He rubbed every inch of my body, then concentrated between my legs, so I leaned back and closed my eyes. Grunting, he shoved two fingers inside of me and I jumped, surprised, but he grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me closer to him. Holding me to his chest, he continued to move his fingers in and out of me, and I opened my legs wide for him, my hands gripping his forearms. After only a few short moments, he ended his manipulation as quickly as he had started and leaned back into the water.

“Now it is your turn to bathe your master.”

I was stunned at the abruptness of his movements, but obeyed, using the bath sponge on his chest and arms, first. I sat on my knees while he stretched out and rested his head back on the rim of the tub, allowing me to touch him everywhere as I became even more aroused. Gently, carefully, I washed him; he had very strong legs and arms, and thick, broad shoulders that I massaged while he moaned very slightly under the caress of my fingers. Having cleaned every inch of him, I ended with his penis, which astonished me that it was still soft and relaxed.

“May I wash your lovely penis, master?” I asked him, smiling.

However, when he opened his eyes and lifted his head, he glared down his nose at me, as if I had done wrong.

“I told you to wash me, slave.” he answered angrily, “Stroke it slowly, and make sure it is clean.”

With flushed cheeks, I bowed my head and obeyed him, taking care to be soft with him; I soaped my bare hands and slipped them under the water. As his penis began to grow from my touch, he moaned slightly, so I thought to stroke a little faster. All too quickly, he pushed me off of him, causing me to splash in the water, a little puzzled that he did not wish for me to continue.

“You do not have time for that, slave. You have to make my dinner.” he sneered as his immense erection left quickly, “Dry yourself off and get to it, slave. In the bedroom there is an outfit for you to wear and instructions in the kitchen. Leave me.”

I nodded my head and stepped out of the tub, wrapping myself in a towel while he watched me. I started to leave the room, but he would not let me go.

“You stay here so I can see that you are dry before you leave this room. I can’t have you dripping water all over my house.”

His hungry eyes were glued to me as I first rubbed the towel on my shoulders and back, patting my breasts softly, moving down my belly, then to my bottom. Propping one leg on the edge of the tub, I gave him a good view as I rubbed one leg, then the other dry. I looked into his eyes for approval when he lifted his hand to my shaved pussy, cupping it while inserting his middle finger. I sighed and tilted my hips toward him, but he quickly withdrew his hand, tasting his finger before he was going to dismiss me. Once he let me leave, I slipped into the tight black latex mini-skirt, black lace bra, matching garters, and black thigh high stockings, and uncomfortable high heels before I went to find the kitchen. 

Taking my time, I went from the bedroom, down the hall, through a rather large living room with a stylish entertainment system, and found the kitchen. It, too, was beautiful and immaculate; the appliances were all stainless steel, the colors were black, white, and green, and very beautiful French doors led into a very green and well-kept backyard. Nestled in a corner was the dinning room table, a rectangular oak table with four chairs and nothing on top of it but a clean surface. Forcing myself to stop being so awe-struck, I found the instructions for his meal on the stove and quickly began cooking exactly as it said to, not wanting to disappoint my master. Once everything was on the stove, it occurred to me that I did not even know his name, so I figured I had a little time to snoop a little while everything was simmering and he was safely in the bath. I opened a few kitchen drawers and cabinets looking for his mail, or any piece of paper, but found nothing.

Leaving the kitchen, I found that there was a computer desk in the living room with very little on it, so I tried the drawers. Finding them locked, I lost myself in trying to force them open when from out of nowhere my Master grabbed me from behind and pulled me down to the floor. Forcing me on my hands and knees, he lifted my skirt and smacked my cheeks hard with his hand, pausing before saying anything.

“I trust you and you go through my things?” he demanded, and I knew he was truly angry, “Tell me what you were doing!”

I could not answer, tears escaped my eyes, but he kept me still, then reached for something I quickly found out was a hard paddle. Two more smacks at my bottom made me cry out a little, and it surprised me that it was actually turning me on to be spanked. The meat on the stove started to sizzle loudly, so he stood me up, grabbing my arm to jerk me up quickly beside him. His grasp was tight and rough as his eyes glared at me and I wondered if I had gone too far.

“What were you looking for, slave?” he demanded again but I looked away.

“I wanted to know your name.” I admitted honestly, but his expression did not change.

“Did you not remember our conversation about this?”

“No, sir.” I suddenly felt like a child being scolded.

“You will know my name when I am ready to give it to you. Until then, you may call me Master and nothing else. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Now get in there before you burn my steak.”

One more smack to my red ass as I went to the kitchen and I felt chills of anticipation all over my skin as I continued my ordered task, feeling him watching me as I did. Strangely, I was even more aroused after being reprimanded, knowing that he really did not want to hurt me out of anger, and felt more like a servant to him. After the bath, he was even more handsome, wearing another black shirt and loose fitting black pants, his long hair unrestrained, playing at his neck and back. He wore no shoes, and I hated that I had to traipse around in silly high heels, but remained stepping slowly and carefully to keep my balance. Not knowing his name did make it more exciting, so I decided not to think about it for the next 48 hours, hoping that by that point, he would want me to know. Dinner was almost finished, and he grumbled as he entered the kitchen.

“Damn, slave, have you not set the table, yet?”

“I am sorry, master.”

I found two plates and set them side-by-side, but he grabbed my arm, stopping me.

“You will sit on the floor at my feet, not at my table. Do you think I would treat you like an equal?”

It was an unintentional mistake, so I nodded humbly and returned the plate to the cabinet. I set a goblet of wine by the plate as he sat down, and then turned to me, a mischievous smile on his sexy lips. Taking hold of my arm before I could walk away, he pulled me into his lap and lifted the glass to my mouth.

“Drink, slave.” he ordered, his arm holding me close to him, “Every drop of it, and fill my glass again for me.”

Biting my lip, I opened my mouth as he poured the sour liquid down my throat and I drank quickly to keep from spilling any until the glass was empty. Setting the goblet down carefully, he tilted my face toward his as if observing my features and I gave in to my desire and pressed my lips to his. Returning the kiss, his arms held me tightly, forceful, and I could feel his erection growing next to his thigh. Groaning, he released me, tugging at my hair to pull me from his mouth, and I whined, enjoying the taste of his tongue and lips.

“Do not ever do that again.” he ordered, though his tone was soft and tender, “I will be the one to kiss you, understand, slave?”

I nodded, and he motioned for me to stand and continue my task. Tingly and aroused, I spun around to bring him his dinner, an unavoidable smile on my face, my head a little light. After pouring him the wine once more, I started to think that I could not have been “bought” by a better Master. Once I had served him his food, he ordered me to my knees, so I knelt on the floor and looked up at him, feeling like a hungry dog, begging for table scraps. I had not eaten since that morning before the auction, and my stomach was being quite loud at the smell of food. After taking a few bites, he smiled down at me and patted my head.

“Good work, pet.” he spoke sweetly, then held out a piece of his steak, “You have done very well.”

He hand fed me part of his dinner while I sat on the floor, and the sun was setting, making my yawn. He smirked at me, but did not seem to mind as he got up from the table and went into the living room.

“You will wash the dishes and clean the kitchen before you are allowed in here with me, understand, pet?”

“Yes, master.”

I ate what was left and scrubbed the room spotless while he watched a dumb show on TV. It was now about nine o’clock and I was beginning to wonder where he would have me sleep, when I joined him in the other room. I stood beside him, my head bowed and my hands behind my back, waiting for him to notice me.




A Game Ch. 1



“On your knees and lay your head in my lap. I want to stroke your hair.”

Shivering, I knelt beside him and did as he ordered, while he kept his attention on the TV, but I had closed my eyes and ignored it. The feel of his strong hand petting me relaxed and excited me, when he eventually turned the idiot box off, but continued to rub my head. His hand roamed down my back as his bulge began to grow slowly near my cheek so he released his penis and started stroking it, but kept my head down on his thighs. So close to his sex, I felt a little afraid, but the rush turned me on as I could breathe in his scent, feeling his leg muscles tense beneath me. I could see how immense he was, fully erect and realized that at some point, he would make love to me with that large tool, and there was a good chance that it was going to hurt.

“Stand up.” he ordered after a few moments, “On my table.”

I obeyed, standing straight on the coffee table, looking down at him, feeling a little silly, but my eyes were fixed on his arousal. Admiring me as if I was a stature, he stroked his large penis, groaning while he merely stared at me. Fidgeting, from nervousness as his deep blue eyes scrutinized me, he grunted and bucked his hips slightly, then told me to squat and spread my legs so he could see my lips spread. Although I blushed from head to toe, I obeyed and he quickened his pace. I had just thought to myself that he could get the same pleasure at a strip club when he stood suddenly, grabbing my upper arm I almost fell from the table, landing firmly on my knees. When he faced me, his immense erection was against my cheek, pulsing its desire for me, and I took the initiative to take him in my mouth, caressing him with my lips. Even though he moaned and allowed me to move up and down for a few mere moments, he suddenly pulled away, though reluctant, and feigned a slap across my face. Gasping, I cowered before his hand reached me, and he chuckled.

“You are too eager, my slave, to please me.” tucking himself away, he found the leash and slipped the collar around my neck, “Follow me, lovely.”

I crawled behind him as he led me not to the bedroom, but a door that I realized led down to the basement. My heart beat faster from fear as I tried to remind myself that he would never really hurt me, as he had reassured from the beginning. He allowed me to walk down the dark steps past the laundry to a door that was painted in red. Once he had unlocked it, he snatched my arm and pushed me in first, quickly following close behind and locking it from the inside while I sat on my knees. 

Even from the floor of this secret, hidden place, I was awed. The room had a red light giving it somewhat of a horror/pornographic feel with a large round bed in the middle of the room. The walls were soft, covered with an apparent red cloth and there was a small collection of sex toys in the far corner from the bed, displayed in a round black table. My heart was beating loudly in my chest and I wondered how many other girls had been down there with him and what, exactly, had he done to them. I was not given much more of an opportunity to wonder as he tugged harshly on the leash, pulling me up to stand. He roughly grabbed my elbows and pulled them behind my back, restraining them together, as well as my wrists. I opened my mouth to protest, but stopped, know I had to play along with this game.

Turning me around to face him, my chest heaved as my back was arched from the restraints and he gazed at my breasts as if deciding what exactly he wanted to do me. Stepping back, his eyes roamed up and down my body as he thought, then reached for my skirt, unzipping it. Kneeling, he tugged it down my hips, pausing to breathe in my scent between my thighs, then dropping it to the floor as he released me from those heels. With his hand gripping my shoulder, he led me to the bed, attaching my restraints to a short leash that hung on the wall behind the bed.

“On your knees in the middle of the bed.” his tone was cold and demanding, “I want to take a picture of you.”

“Hey, wait, that’s not what I agreed to.” I objected, slightly pulling away from him before he bound me to the wall.

The look on his face alarmed me as he clamped his hand on my throat, squeezing slightly. I could not move, my binds secure, he thrust two fingers inside of me, roughly until I moaned, enjoying his torture. I was wet already, so he stopped when my hips started swaying with him, releasing his grip on my neck and stepping back. Without a word, he retrieved a large black mask for my eyes with little slits so I could still see, and then pulled my bra down slightly to show my breasts. My nipples were so hard they almost ached when he stepped away, positioning a camera on a tripod in front of the bed.

“You are so hot...” he mumbled, looking through the lens, he adjusted his erection in his pants, “I will take these pictures of you, slave, because you are my property. I do not want to hear your fucking mouth again or I may not be so merciful.”

I did not move, terrified, trying to picture him a few hours ago when he reassured me that I was safe, only this man before me seemed like someone else. Pictures were definitely against the rules, especially with me tied up like a cheap whore. Then I remembered that I was definitely not cheap, at least to him. He had paid a high price for me, and now I figured it was so he could sell provocative photos of me and make money. Figuring I had been deceived, I tried to relax while the flash blinded me as he snapped one picture after another. It sickened me and I decided that when, and if, he released me, I was going to leave as this game was definitely over for me. But where was I? He had driven me there blindfolded so I had no idea where I was or how to get to get home. I was trapped, basically, until he was supposed to return me to the club in two days.

“Damn, why look so sad?” He asked, stepping away from the camera, “You’re supposed to be enjoying this.”

I opened my mouth but, again, said nothing, dropping my gaze to the floor, not wanting to look at him any more. Stepping away from the camera he sat on the bed and released me from the wall.

“Elysia, I thought I reassured you enough before,” he said out of character as he sat me gently in his lap.

“You’re not supposed to take pictures.” I mumbled shamefully, my arms still tied painfully behind my back.

His mouth was touching my ear as he whispered, “There’s no film in the camera, pet. It is only part of the game. Trust me, or this whole weekend will be a tug of war. You know the group would never put you in danger, right? They screen us guys more intensely than the army. But I’m tiring of having to coddle you every time you get a little apprehensive. Is this not what you want? Do you want to cancel the game?”

I felt stupid and childish. He was right. I was not in any danger and I did enjoy the idea of being a slave. I just did not know him and was having trouble accepting that he wanted to play Master as much as I wanted to play Slave. Instead of answering with words, I leaned in to kiss him so he held me tightly and let his tongue explore my mouth once more.

“I‘m sorry, I’m stupid.” I said once he pulled away.

“Maybe this is just too rough for you.” his hand played at my nipple as I sighed, “I thought you would like it though.”

“I did until you pulled out the camera.”

“Okay, I’ll put it away, but trust me from this point on. I’m not trying to take advantage of you. Call it a test to see if you really want to be my slave.”

He smiled then kissed me again, so sweetly and passionate, all I really wanted was for him to lay me on the bed and fuck me. Gently, he tied me to the wall again and stood, cupping my face.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” he mumbled, his thumb brushing over my lips, “It takes a lot of willpower not to throw you down and fuck the shit out of you.”

I smiled; it seemed that we shared the same strong feeling of desire. Stepping back, he slipped quickly back into character as he examined me, perhaps deciding what to do next. Pulling the mask from my eyes, he tossed it to the floor and knelt by the sex toys, running his right hand over them. Glancing up at me, he noticed that I was straining my head to watch him, so he found a black silk scarf and covered my eyes, blinding me.

“That is much better, slave.” he moaned and allowed his fingers to trace over my shoulder and down my back.

Hearing nothing but his breathing for a few moments, I felt warm and my skin tingled with anticipation, the ache from my binds forgotten. A sudden hum tickled at my ear and I knew it had to be a vibrator buzzing, his hand gently grasping my breast. I fought to keep from whimpering, needing so badly to know what pleasures he had for me, but my lips parted as he tickled my back with the vibrator. Sighing, he was very quiet; tracing the tip of it down my spine, to the base of my backbone, then back up again. His other hand was delicately massaging one breast, than the other, pinching slightly at my aching nipples to make me moan.

Long minutes passed, or so it seemed, as he continued this gentle torture, a growing wetness between my legs causing me to rock my hips slightly. I supposed he was trying to arouse me to the point of trusting his touch and his intentions. Dragging the tip of the plastic penis down the curve of my buttocks, he carefully slid it between my thighs from behind, the side of it vibrating both of my openings. Gasping suddenly, I pulled on my restraints, wanting, needing, to touch myself or have him touch me as he allowed the vibrator to linger at my lower lips.

“It feels good, doesn’t it, slave.” he whispered, his mouth so close to my throat, I could feel his hot breath on my skin, “You see, I can give you so much pleasure if you obey me.”

Removing the toy, he pulled away from me and I heard the rustle of clothes, hoping he was removing his pants, unable to keep the vision of his erection from my mind. With one hand on my hip, he knelt behind me in the bed, the released me from the leash, pushing my face down so my butt was high in the air, exposed to him. I had to be dripping wet by this point, as he held me down with one hand and positioned his head at my lips with the other. It was massive, throbbing, and I did feel afraid of the size, but wanted to have him inside of me more than anything.

“Are you going to be a good little girl and let me fuck you?” he moaned, rubbing the tip slightly along my slit.

“Yes, Master.” I whined, wanting to push my hips back toward him.

“How badly to you want your master to take your pussy?”

“Very much, Master. I am so wet for you.”

“You will not stop me, do you understand? I will not tolerate interruptions.”

“Yes, Master.” I spread my knees a little wider, hating, but loving, this torture.

“Beg me to fuck you. I can fuck my own hand, but I want to hear how much you need your Master to dominate your sex, as well as your life.”

I pleaded, promised, and cried for him to enter me, give me the whole fullness of him, pain and all, and without a word, he pushed his whole length into me. I squealed and wanted to move away, tensing even more as it seemed to tear into me, but his hands held me to him, strong and demanding, I knew I was in his power. I could hear him moaning how tight I was as he withdrew every thick, long inch of his manhood, then plunged into me even harder, his fingers grasping tightly at my arms. I know I must have moaned some words, but the memory of what was said was lost, feeling nothing, aware only of his hard sex invading me. 

“Good little slave.” he moaned, still moving at a slow, but forceful pace, “You take my cock so well.”

I gasped and groaned in response as his hips gained in rhythm slightly, our hips meeting with a slap of flesh as we both seemed possessed by an insistent desire to make this last forever. My skin felt on fire as it was hot and flushed, small beads of perspiration spreading to cool me. Each time the pace quickened, I screamed in pleasure, feeling him tear into me all over again until he was pounding me, with a maddening desire of acceleration. Touching me deeper inside than any man, I soon gave in to one orgasm after another until my body continued to shudder with each thrust, until he withdrew, suddenly, and threw me onto my back.

Giving me no time to think or act, he was inside me again, his hands pushing my knees to my chest. I moved my hips up to meet his demanding thrusts, and came again, my back arched both from the pleasure, and my restraints. Roughly, his thickness moved into me, even deeper now, and I must have been screaming when his mouth seized mine passionately as the room seemed quieter somehow. Our tongues demanding passage into each other’s mouths, our bodies molded together with sweat, saliva, and the juices from between my legs. Time had long ago ceased to exist; all that I was aware of was the sense that his immensity seemed even larger with each stroke, plunging deeper into my body. I tore my mouth from his, but he continued to kiss my throat, nibbling as he did, I screamed as another, more intense orgasm sent tremors from the inside out.

“Oh, God...” his moans started deep and low, and then rose quickly in volume when he abruptly withdrew.

Lifting with a tremendous gasp, he spilled his seed onto my stomach, some shooting as high as my breasts, the hot, smooth liquid spreading slowly across my abdomen. We were both gasping for air when he collapsed onto me, catching his breath for a short moment before he sat up, my legs still spread to him, covered in sex, my chest heaving.

“Very good, slave.” he was still slightly panting, “I am going up to sleep, but you will sleep here, drenched in our come.”

“Yes, Master.” I answered, hoping he would untie me and remove the blindfold.

At first, however, he left me down there without another word, and I heard his footsteps in the room above, then nothing. I started to struggle with the binds behind my back, to no avail. Deciding to try and rest on my side, I was surprised at how easy it was to find the comforts of sleep, the smell and feel of sex still very thick in the small room.

To Be Continued...



A Game Ch. 2



I was forced awake by the sudden feel of strong hands lifting me off the bed and over a bare shoulder, my ass high in the air. Still half asleep, I wondered if it was my Master that held me. Deciding to calm my fears I trusted that it was and relaxed to him. I was taken up the stairs, through a room or maybe two, then laid onto what felt like a very cold table, my butt hanging off the edge. 

Still saying nothing, he freed my arms from behind my back, then tied my wrists above my head in opposite corners of what felt like a table. I struggled slightly, but was glad to be tied more comfortably when he roughly pulled at my stockings, ripping them harshly from my legs. 

Once he had aggressively stripped me naked, what little clothing I wore now shreds as I trembled under his crude probing hands. Forcing my legs apart, he mounted me while fingering my clit, and once he had forced himself inside, I knew it was my Master. The feel of his sex was already familiar to me as his heavy body rested on top of mine and his pace was rough, hard, and demanding. I struggled against him, trying to close my legs, believing he wanted a mock rape, but I did not fight him much.

Although I did not cry for help, I could not stop the moans and gasps from his fullness inside of me, a little sore from a few hours ago. Clamping one hand to my throat, his hips pounded against mine and his grunts were against my ear, his chest crushing my breasts. When his fingers tightened slightly, I opened my mouth to scream for him to stop, but his hiss of words stopped me.

“You keep quiet, slut.” his tone was deep and raspy, and I fought to keep myself from panic, “You will say nothing of this, or I will kill you. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” I was able to squeeze out one word.

“Good little girl. Cunt feels so fucking good.”

He continued to moan vulgarities in the same tone, as my fear seemed to grow I was unable to enjoy it as I had in the basement. Still, his thrusts brought me to a screaming orgasm and he chuckled in my ear, knowing my body had betrayed me. Lifting slightly, he pinched adamantly at my nipples, pulling and twisting until I was begging for him to stop. Unseen tears soaked the blindfold as his hands found other parts of my body to hurt, slapping my thigh, pulling my hair, all the while moving faster and rougher within me.

“Please, God, please stop!”

I may have been screaming, but his mouth clamped suddenly over mine, almost biting with his intense kisses and forceful tongue. I moved my legs in attempt to kick at him, but his hips were so strong against mine, I could barely move, his slave, his toy. I tried not to think about how the fear was beginning to arouse me, but it was so hard as he forced his body crushing on top of mine over and over. My body gave in to another orgasm as I shuddered and began to kiss him back, maddened by his intensity. Without stopping, he untied my hands and held me even tighter, and all I could do was wrap my arms and legs around him, needing, suddenly, this perversion more than I thought possible. Moving his mouth to my ear, he gasped “Fuck!” again and again, and I knew he was about to come. Only, he stayed within me, and I could feel him swell as his seed shot deep, I pushed at his shoulders, even tried hitting his back, but he was immovable.

“Damn, I wish we could do that all night.”

That was all he said when he withdrew from me and left me laying there, stunned, shaken, cold from the emptiness around me. Was this what being violated felt like? I had played mock rape games before, but going in, you knew what to expect, where as this was all new to me. Sitting up, I threw the blindfold off my head and held my knees to my chest. Had I made a mistake in trusting him? I had always believed that I loved every aspect of sex – until that moment. I damned myself for enjoying being such a cheap fuck; I had played whore before, but never been used so seductively. My “Master” was much older, though I didn’t know how much, obviously had a lot of money to throw away, and was more perverse than I was. If I’d had any clothes, I would have put them on and left; found my way home. But I sat on the dining table, thinking too much to find a comfortable place to sleep.

I managed to pass out on the couch, having found a blanket in the hall closet, and was woken up by my Master rubbing me gently between my legs. Once I opened my eyes, he smiled, kneeling beside me as he pressed his lips to mine.

“You are a very lovely slave,” he whispered, “If I had more time with you, I would give this little toy a rest.” he motioned to my crotch, then inserted one soft finger, “But we only have one more full day together before I have to return you.”

I wanted to say something about the mock rape, needing to set my thoughts right but he kissed me so tenderly, I yielded to him as he removed my cover. I was very useable, I suppose, at least to the tempting of his touch. Standing, he lifted me and held me to him, wearing only a bathrobe, he pushed it open to feel me against his skin, then kissed my cheek.

“Now, my Slave, you will cook your master breakfast, clean up the table and the kitchen, bathe yourself, and retreat to the basement when you have finished.” His order stunned me as I expected more sex, “I will give you some clothes after your bath.”

Fighting the urge to oppose his command, I quietly obeyed, wanting so badly to talk to him out of character. I wanted to eat, however, and clean up before I approached him, as I was still nude and completely vulnerable. Without a glance or a response his way, I cleaned, cooked, and served his breakfast within the hour, which I was completely unaware of what time that was. Taking my place on the floor beside him as I had the night before, I could not bring myself to look up at him adoringly as I had, feeling a slight chill and wondering why I had agreed to this whole game.

“Are you not well, my pet?” his voice broke my lucid thought.

“I am fine, Master.” I answered without lifting my head.

“You will look at me when you speak.” he demanded.

“I’m sorry.” my eyes met with his and I was aware that they hurt to be open, so I quickly looked away again.

“You are not obeying me, slave. Shall I have you tied up?”

Taking a deep breath, I looked up at him, “Please forgive me, I have not recovered from our last fuck.”

Anger flashed over his face, “You will not use that word in my presence, slave. Go bathe. I want you out of my sight.”

Without question, I scurried away, and cried in the bathtub. What a child I was. Any woman his age would probably have taken it and wanted more. Being a slave was such a fantasy of mine, and I was so excited at the idea, but was I really mature enough to handle it? He probably thought I was some baby that wasn’t worthy of such a great lover. Truthfully, he was an amazing lover and even with the unavoidable tinge of fear, I was aroused just thinking about having him inside me once more. I could not sort things out, no matter how long I soaked in the bath, so I eventually got out and wrapped myself in a towel. He was a good man with a perversity that I once admired. In my mind, anyway.

“Are you better, my pet?” he had stepped into the bathroom without my being aware.

“Oh, um, yes, Master.” I was having trouble getting into character.

“Come to me.”

Clutching the towel to my chest, I approached him and he quickly removed it from my grasp before dropping his own robe to the floor. My eyes fixed on his face, I was close enough for his arousal to brush against my thigh and bit into my lip, forgetting any misgivings I may have had. Seizing my hips with his firm hands, he kissed my lips with a full and overpowering intensity, then moved his hands to cup my bare buttocks. Standing there, with our mouths together, he caressed me so gently, I wondered how many personalities this man had as his palms roamed my back, my belly, and up to my chest.

“You see, my pet, when you do well, I will reward you. And after last night, you deserve pleasure as you have pleasured me.”

Leading me slowly to his unmade bed, I lay with my back against a prop of pillows as he knelt between my thighs and carefully spread them apart. Lowering his mouth to my inner thigh, he kissed and teased, spread my lips with his fingers, then licked very slightly with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh, Master,” I moaned, raising my hips.

I lost myself in the desire as his slow, willing mouth sent me into spasms of one climax after another. While his lips and tongue made love to me, I kept my legs wide for him, my back arched, my head thrown back. Truly, no other man could ever send me into such a whirlwind of delight. It felt as though hours passed, as he did nothing more than gratify me, before he finally lifted from me, his face drenched in my juices and smiled up into my flushed face.

“Oh, my pet, you were made for me.”

I gave in to him, heart and soul, dismissing any hesitation as I gave my body to him, willingly and completely. I was ordered to clean naked while he bathed, and I did so with a new anticipation and a smile. I allowed myself to believe he owned me, and anything he did to my body was complete pleasure. I came to terms with my enjoyment of the mock rape, as I continued to think what a silly fool I was not to trust him this completely from the beginning. To make it seem real, however, I lost all track of time and even forgot that I was to be returned to the club eventually.

I was finishing my cleaning, bent over, when his hand appeared out of thin air, forcing all four fingers inside of me. I gasped and spread my legs while his other hand forced my head to the counter, holding it down. Moving his fingers within me, I gave in to the sensual feel of the pain and rocked my hips with his thrusts.

“Yes, you want to be my whore, don’t you?” his voice was low and raspy, “Good little girl.”

Replacing his fingers quickly with his demanding sex, he took hold of my right leg and lifted it up in the air, out of his way, still holding me down with his strong hand. I was soaking wet as he forced his full, thickness into me, finding it hard to keep my balance as he pounded into me when he suddenly lifted me completely off the floor, holding my thighs to his hips. I was moaning as he possessed me once more, and I came within seconds, followed by more and more earth shattering orgasms. At this point, it seemed, our passion could do nothing but surpass the last time.

“You enjoy being raped, don’t you, slave?” he asked, but I could find no voice to answer him, “Tell me you love me raping you!”

“Oh, yes!” was all I could say, lost in the rapture of his forceful thrusts and touch.

“Good, slave.” he chortled, “Shall I invite my friends over to have their way with you?” I could hear his words, but not understand their meaning; “I’ll tie you in the basement and send them in one after another. Fucking you, raping your sweet pussy. And you will do it because I am your master.”

I trusted him, and knew these were just words. At least, I hoped they were.

“Oh, but I will have to watch every single cock disappear into you, every slap, every pinch, every little look of fear on your young face. You will beg for mercy, but I will let them all have you, slave, do you understand?”

I could do nothing but moan as my body trembled with another climax; so turned on by his words at that moment, I might have done anything he asked.

“Fuck yes, you will. I’ll give two or three a turn at once. Have a dick in your mouth,” he pounded harder into me as he spoke, “One in your ass,” he grabbed my hair and pulled hard on it, “And one in this tight pussy. Fucking you, using you for the whore you are.”

So soon after the last one, I shuddered again as he stopped talking, groaning, his voice rising to almost a yell. Withdrawing, he shot his seed all over my backside, moaning low and long as he did. Reaching his hands around me, he seized my breasts, cupping them with a rough grasp as he pulled me to a stand. Saying nothing, he bit hard into my neck and I yelped, but relaxed against his hot, moist body while he pinched and teased my nipples. After two more long, angry bites, he held the back of my neck, pushing me in front of him, down to the basement.

I was masked again, although I could still see, and my wrists were tied down at opposite ends of the bed. Coming back to my senses after many overpowering orgasms, I felt my heart pounding in my chest and head as I watched his stern face. Was he serious? I didn’t want to be the whole neighborhood’s slave, only his. Taking a long, deep breath, I decided to trust him in this play, not wanting him to think me a child again. I decided not to let the game continue if any other man entered that room.

I was left alone, still bound to the bed for quite some time, so long in fact, I had dozed off for a bit when the door opened, and woke me. Through sleepy eyes I saw two figures enter the room, wearing black leather hoods with slits at the eyes and mouth, and nothing covering their male bodies save boxer shorts. I gasped and instinctively struggled with my binds, knowing it would not free me, but confused and afraid just the same. The first figure was slightly smaller, thinner than the second, my Master, as they stood on opposite sides of the bed and glared down at me, intimidating. No words were spoken, and although my heart beat so loudly in my chest I was sure they could hear it, I made myself trust the unknown as I relaxed in wait of what they were going to do with me.

The younger man stepped out of his shorts and moved slightly back, his erection long and thin as he stroked it; I glanced back to my Master who moved to the foot of the bed, pushing my legs apart. I gasped at his cold fingers, but closed my eyes and tried to remember the kind face of my Master, wanting to please him, needing to please him.

“Such a lovely cunt,” his voice was raspy and disguised, “Begging to be fucked by a real man.”

I still said nothing and made no protests as he knelt between my thighs, now naked, stroking himself. Yes, it would only be my Master inside of me, I decided with relief, only his penis looking so thick and hard and delicious. I still struggled, but he ordered me to be still as his hands manipulated my bare skin and sent chills all over my body. With the tip of his raging erection just touching my lower lips, he teased me, touching my thighs, my hips, his breath hot on my chest. Lifting up, his mouth seized and lingered at one breast, then the other, teasing both erect nipples until I was almost whining, writhing under his sensual touch.

“Look at him,” he ordered abruptly, as I had forgotten anyone else was in the room, “See him jacking off, watching me fuck you.”

I obeyed, turning my head to him and realized he was right next to the bed, now, his throbbing head close to my face while he continued to stroke himself in slow, rhythmic movements. I gasped and my Master chuckled at my surprise, kissing up my neck while one hand rubbed harshly between my legs. Without warning, he pushing himself roughly into me and I yelped at his hard motion, but welcomed it just the same as I closed my eyes for a moment. Grunting vulgarities in my ear, his hips pounded against mine hard and fast, forcing my breath from my lungs while his teeth nicked at my neck and breast. It did not take long for my body to shudder with orgasm, and he slowed just a little, lifting slightly to look down at my flushed face, while I moaned and yelled in pleasure.

“You are so beautiful.” he cupped my face with one hand, still rocking within me, “Open you mouth a little.”

Drugged with desire, I obeyed as his thumb brushed along my lips, his sweat dripping onto my skin as I moaned, then glanced over at the voyeur. His thin fingers were moving faster now, his skin slightly flushed glowing with perspiration, when I realized that his free hand was fondling my breast. With my Master inside of me, I was too aroused to care.

“Oh, good girl.” I heard him moan.

With little effort, he forced my head toward the young man, who was lowering the tip of his throbbing erection toward me!

Scared, I struggled, but his hand was too strong, and he lowered his mouth to my ear, “It would turn me on so to see his dick in your mouth while I’m fucking you. Come on, open those lips,“ his thumb gently forced my lips apart while his thrusts sent me further into passion, “Suck his cock, slave.”

I moaned, my eyes closed, my whole body shaking as I neared climaxed, “Yes, Master.” I whispered, and felt him lift slightly from me while the younger man’s penis carefully slid into my mouth.

From that point on, I was possessed by both men; loving the taste of one, and the pleasure of the other. Moans from both men mingled into one breath in my mind as I raised my hips and my head for these men, pleasuring them as they pleasured me. Hands roamed my skin, pinched, touched, fondled, and I rocked with one orgasm after another, unable to hold or touch anyone with my hands bound. After what felt like hours, the stiff shaft in my mouth was suddenly withdrawn and I watched him stroke and spill his seed onto the floor, sighing, breathless, his shoulders slumped. Without a word, he retrieved his shorts, and left us alone, my Master’s grunts angry and harsh.

“You liked that, didn’t you, slave?”

Biting my lip, I did not want to answer, “Yes, Master.”

“Whore.”

Once alone, our sex became violent, rough, while he pulled, slapped and pounded me into the bed before withdrawing and shooting his seaman all over my chest, and stomach. Both trying to catch our breaths, he stayed, kneeling between my legs and took the mask from my face, and the hood from his. Throwing them both to the floor, he stared at me, and I felt as if I had done something wrong. Looking as if he wanted to say something, he remained quiet, and lay himself comfortably on top of me to kiss my mouth and face.

“So beautiful…” he mumbled, “And you would do anything for me?”

“Yes Master.” I answered quietly, honestly, wanting to hold him to me.

“Love me,” his voice almost cracked as he said those words, then cursed after saying them, “Love me like my whore,” he corrected, his voice different as if not wanting to say “love” at all.

“I do love you, Master.”

What was I saying? Were these words from the slave, or from my own heart? How could I possibly feel anything for him but sexual attraction? Frustrated, it seemed, he quickly left me alone, and, again, I felt like I had done wrong.

He returned after bathing and dressing, smiling down at me as he silently removed my restraints, his eyes stared at my nakedness. Pulling me to a stand, our eyes met and he kissed me, quite gently, before motioning for me to follow him. A bath had been filled for me and I eagerly slipped in, the sky dark outside, but no hint of real time. Sitting on the edge of the tub, he watched me, a mischievous look on his face, so I smiled back, wishing he would talk.

“It is close to morning.” he eventually said, “Would you like to sleep in my bed, pet? You have done very well.”

“Yes, Master, thank you.”

Once clean, he wrapped me in a towel, lovingly drying my wet skin before pulling back the covers from his bed and “tucking” me in. Removing his shorts and shirt, he slipped into the bed next to me after turning out the lights and shutting the curtains. What tomorrow held was on my mind, but I said nothing, wanting so badly to live this fantasy forever, almost. His strong arms held me to him, his body powerful, yet soft as he turned my back to his chest. We melded together as he simply held me, his mouth against the back of my neck, and his arms wrapped protectively around me. I sighed, loving this as much as making love to him, wishing that I knew what I was feeling and could tell him exactly what was going through my mind.




A Game Ch. 2



I was awakened with a gentle touch and kisses along my skin, the room still faintly dark from the thick curtains. I sighed and entangled my fingers in his hair, wanting his mouth on mine.

“I am going to hate giving you up.” his words were mumbled as he kissed my throat.

“Me, too, Master.” I replied, closing my eyes.

“I may never find another lover as wonderful as you.”

“Won’t I ever see you again?” the thought of losing him had not crossed my mind.

“Elysia, if we do, we’ll be breaking the rules and get kicked out of the club.” our masks seemed to have dropped with the tenderness of the morning.

I pulled away from him and sat up, “So what?” I yelled, “I’m sick of it, anyway. I could never go back again and let another man between my legs! No one else can ever do to me what you have done. If you want to go back, I suppose you will never see me again.”

I tried to get up, but he grabbed my upper arm and forced me back down to sit on the edge of the bed.

“You forget, slave, that you are mine until I return you to the group.”

“Spare me!”

I jerked my arm away from him and managed to make it to the door, but jumping in front of me, he took hold of my shoulders and threw me to his bed and held me down. His heavy body on top of mine, he kissed my face and neck, raising his hips to stroke himself to arousal.

“You made a mistake in falling for me.” he whispered, positioning his now throbbing head between my lower lips, “I am driven by sex in a way you can never imagine.”

“Please, I can give you anything you want! Am I not a good lover to you?”

“Oh, yes, you have been the best lover so far.” he eased into me, making me gasp, my wrists held above my head by one strong hand, “So submissive, so easily trained. You let me fuck you like a whore and a wife. But if I had you in my bed every night, everyday, you would change, and it would never be the same. It would never be like this again.”

Even though his words stung, he once more possessed me, spreading my thighs to his thrusts I had come to love and hate. The immense pleasure sent tremors through my body and time stood still, once more, as it had our first time. Taking him, giving to him everything I had, my legs wrapped around his waist while I moaned, “I love you, Master.” Over and over. Kissing my mouth to quiet me, he suddenly changed his pace and it was almost like magic; my body gave in to an orgasm that took me right out of my body. I knew I had screamed something, followed quickly by a whine as he had lifted himself from me and made me cold.

“On your hands and knees slave!” he ordered with such fury in his tone.

I barely thought about what he said, offering my backside to him, my legs spread wide enough to let him know that I wanted him. Only it was not his intent to take me just yet. Barking abrupt instructions to use my own fingers on myself, I obliged quickly, so hot at that moment I would have done anything. I did exactly as he commanded, at the pace he wanted, the way he wanted. With his left hand at my hip and his right assisting my own hand, I came within seconds, it seemed, moaning and fighting to stay up in position. Before the wave of my orgasm subsided, I felt his tongue licking at me as his hands forced my cheeks apart to allow his tongue access there. I could not help but jerk away at the sudden sensation, followed quickly by a rough slap to my exposed bottom.

“You will stay still or be tied up, Slave!”

“Yes, Master, I am sorry.” I whined, shivering a little.

Although I scrambled to get back into position, he spanked me again before returning his attention to licking me slowly and deliberately. I was moaning, our hands at my clit once more when I begged him not to stop and he did, immediately lifting from me.


“Don’t move, just relax.”

I had no idea what he was about to do. Concentrating on my fingers at my own pleasure, I moved them faster as I started to come when I felt him. Hard and pressing against my anus as if trying to force himself into me, slowly, painfully. I opened my mouth to protest, but my body took control, shuddering in another orgasm that relaxed and subdued me. Dropping my head onto a pillow, I bit into it, feeling pain like never before, and loving it. Tearing slowly into me I screamed “No” and moaned all in the same breath.

“Do not stop touching yourself.”

I did not see how I could move any part of my body; I felt weak everywhere, all of my senses on what he was doing, and how to react to it. Once his erection filled me, he paused as if allowing me to feel each pulse of blood though him before withdrawing just as slowly. I could hear him groan, his hands squeezing at my buttocks as he kept the pace slow, though only for a short time. Moving slightly faster now - my entire body hot, my knees trembling - he spoke to me.

“Can you take this, Slave? Every day I will have complete access to whatever part of your body I desire. Can you give that to me?”

“Yes!” I wondered if he could hear me through the pillow.

In response, however, he thrust into me roughly, deeply, then withdrew quickening the pace. Grabbing my arm, he forced it behind my back, holding it tightly.

“You will address me as Master, slave!”

My Master now forced his hips into me with demand, my screaming caught in the pillow. With his free hand he felt between my legs, soaking wet, and slipped his middle finger into me, using his thumb on my clit. Grunting, he told me he was going to make me come one more time.

“So tight…” he began to moan and I could feel him swell inside of me.

Releasing my arm, he grabbed a handful of hair, jerking my head up as his hips rocked faster, tearing into me more as I screamed. Tears streamed my face, yet I raised my hips to meet each thrust.

“I’m going to take you back and you will never see me again.” He jeered into my ear; teeth clenched, ”I will never give you these pleasures again, never be your Master to be obeyed.” I could say nothing, so over whelmed by him, “Beg me to let you stay. Convince me you will be a good slave.”

I tried, but could not make out any words, only grunts and moans as he pushed into me, then slapped my buttocks for not answering. Our bodies interrupted the scenario, however, and we lost ourselves in the growing pleasure leading us both to climax. I could feel him grow inside of me seconds before he released my hair and I collapsed onto the pillow. We seemed to come at the same moment as he withdrew and allowed his juices to ooze onto my back and bottom. Gasping, we could say nothing as he collapsed beside me, holding me close, my head on his chest as he kissed my hair.

“Tonight,” he sighed, holding me tightly, “You will go back.” My heart fell until he went on, “And we will tell Trevor that you want to be my slave permanently.”

I hugged him tighter, although my limbs ached and the future was suddenly so unclear, and kissed his chest, taking in his scent.

“Master Xavier, “he continued in an authoritative voice, “I what you may call me from now on Elysia.”

Snuggling comfortably in his embrace, I smiled and we fell asleep that way, peacefully, lovingly.



A Game for Kelly



Kelly received the note earlier in the day. It was short and unsigned, yet she knew that Michael sent it. He loved playing naughty games with her and she had to admit that she loved them too. When they first started seeing each other, she wasn't sure about his kinky nature, but that quickly changed after their first meeting. Damn, if he didn't know how to tease her until she came so hard, each time turning her into a moaning begging slut. 

The note simply instructed her to go to the Grove Inn, room number 115 right after work and that more instructions would follow once she arrived at the room. 

Kelly couldn't contain her smile all night at work as she pondered and fantasized about the naughty surprises that might be in store for her. As usual, the anticipation of what was (or wasn't) waiting for her left her pussy wet all through her shift.

Kelly arrived just after 11pm. When she got to the room, she found the door unlocked and another note waiting for her on the bed, next to a small box. 

The note read: 

Dear my pretty slut, Kelly, I hope you are looking forward to tonight. Inside the box is an outfit I'd like you to wear. There is also a blindfold. You are to change into the outfit at once, put on the blindfold and wait for me in the chair that is in the middle of the room. Make sure to sit up straight and at attention. If I find you otherwise, your pussy will be left needy and without orgasm.  Kelly felt that familiar chill again run through her body, as her pussy clenched at the thought of sitting alone in this room...blindfolded and not knowing what could happen or who might walk in. 

She carefully opened the box and smiled to herself at the contents. He is so predictable, she laughed to herself. Actually Kelly wasn't at all surprised to see the contents that awaited her...a white blouse so sheer that she knew it would be virtually see-through, a short pleated red plaid skirt, white knee socks, shiny black leather shoes and to top it off, a pink satin thong. 

Kelly smiled upon seeing the thong, quite the slutty departure for such an innocent schoolgirl, she again mused to herself. 

She also noticed there was no bra and knew her nipples would be both hard and visible as they rubbed against the sheer material of the blouse. 

As instructed, Kelly changed into the schoolgirl outfit, taking care to tie the blouse just under her breasts and above her navel for added effect. Checking herself in the mirror, she knew Mike's cock would be instantly hard upon seeing her...hopefully that might make tonight a bit easier on her. 

Kelly sat in the chair, as instructed, put on the blindfold and sat up straight with her hands nervously folded in her lap. Then she waited as the tingling in her pussy continued to remind her of how horny she was and how much she looked forward to his games. A short while later, she heard the door open and knew that Mike finally arrived.

Mike's cock was in fact already rock hard and dripping pre-cum when he walked through the door. He had spent the last half hour waiting for her to arrive and then giving her the necessary time to prepare for him. He did in fact love Kelly...everything about her in fact. Lately his thoughts seemed endlessly focused on her...teasing her and making her cum. He loved that at times, they could be so wicked together and then simply make slow love. Right now though, he was going to have his way with Kelly, his slut...he was feeling horny and wanted to use her for his pleasure.

Mike entered the room and walked to where Kelly was sitting. He stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. Leaning in close to her ear, he quietly whispered, "Hello darling." 

Upon greeting her, Mike placed his finger at Kelly's mouth, indicating to her that he didn't want her to reply, "Shhh love...don't say a word, just concentrate on how you feel; how I make you feel". 

Kelly trembled, but did not reply.

She heard him walk around her a couple times, wondering if he was enjoying how hot she looked in the outfit. And while Mike's cock was already aching for release, he knew that his patience would result in a very hot session. As he walked around her, he commented on how she looked, knowing that Kelly was one to be aroused by all her senses, touch, smell, sight and hearing, You look so fucking hot and naughty sitting there...just waiting for me to play with you...I'm going to have so much fun playing with you baby...teasing you.... and perhaps if you're a good girl, I'll allow you to cum all over me". 

She loved when they talked dirty like this and it made her want him even more. He ran his hands through her hair as he spoke; over her face...his fingers traced her lips. She opened her mouth to take his finger, but he merely traced the outline of her lips. 

Then, kneeling in front of his pretty toy, he leaned in and slowly, gently brushed his lips against hers...a kiss so light and soft that it was torturous, causing Kelly to intake a sharp breath of air.

Kelly's pussy began to leak as his lips teased her mouth and Mike was almost certain he heard more of the tiny moans escape her mouth, as his tongue tasted hers. He continued this kissing torture and lightly traced his fingers around Kelly's breast...feeling her nipples harden through the blouse...pulling them...rubbing them...making them ache. Kelly responded by thrusting her breasts toward him...hoping for more serious stimulation...but it was not yet to be. 

"Open your legs for me," Mike suddenly spoke as he moved away and broke the kiss. Kelly obeyed and spread her legs wide...she knew that the skirt was so short that he would have easy access to her panties. Mike loved her obedience and Kelly loved being this way for him...she thought for sure that he must be able to see the wet spot on her panties. Mike did notice and actually loved seeing how wet she could get for him...he loved looking at her like this...loved both her beauty and the naughtiness she conveyed to him. 

"Your panties are wet darling...oh such a poor baby," he whispered as he lightly ran his fingers over the front of her panties. Kelly moaned as he caressed her pussy through the thin material. 

Mike felt the wetness spreading into the panties. "Do you like me rubbing your pussy Kelly?" 

It was a direct question so Kelly replied, "Yes Sir, can you feel how wet I am?" 

Mike responded by pulling the front of her panties to the side and sliding his fingers directly over her wet pussy...lightly entering her lips and then pulling upward to stroke her clit. "I wish you could see how hot you look Kelly...sitting here looking so slutty, with your skirt pulled up and my hand just playing with your pussy." 

As he said this, he pushed his fingers further into her pussy and Kelly moaned and pushed herself forward on the chair, lifting her waist into the air to further accommodate his fingers in her pussy. 

"Don't get too excited yet my pet. You wouldn't want to cum without permission, would you darling?" Mike asked. 

"No Sir, I won't cum" Kelly breathlessly replied, although fear ran through her mind, as she wondered if she would in fact be able to stave off an orgasm. It would be a hard task, especially if he continued rubbing her pussy this way. The more she thought about not cumming and how Mike would punish her if she did, the closer she came to creaming all over his hand. Just then Kelly felt the slap on her pussy and cried out. 

"Ouch!"

Mike started to rhythmically spank her pussy...something that Kelly loved and hated all at the same time, coaxing her as he did so, "Easy sweetheart...you can take this and I know you need it to help you obey," said Mike, as he continued to lightly spank her stimulated clit and pussy.

With each slap, Kelly cried out in a combination of pain and pleasure and deep in her mind, she knew this punishment would only serve to push her closer to obedience...closer to the edge...but not quite...just to the point where she would beg him to take her...to ravish her...where she would submit to whatever perversion he wanted. 

Just as long as he allows me to cum, she thought. 

And of course, there was always that fear that this could be one of those sessions in which he did not grant permission. Where she would be left frustrated and wet...with no orgasm at all. She dreaded those times and because of them, always did her best to obey and be as much of a slut as he wanted.

"Stand up for me Kelly," Mike said, helping her to her feet and moving her around so that she was standing directly behind the chair. He guided each of her hands to the sides of the chair near the seat, positioning her in such a manner that the chair supported her midsection with her body bent slightly over it. 

Taking a length of rope, Mike tied one, then the other of her hands to the sides of the chair, keeping her bent over for him. He then took two more lengths of rope and tied her legs to those of the chair. She was now secure and presented for his approval. 

Kelly felt prone, vulnerable and a bit scared. Not to mention severely aroused. Her pussy was leaking freely and her stomach fluttered with excitement.

Mike walked behind her and ran his hands over her ass through the skirt...As he felt her ass, he moved his body closer to hers and reached around to cup her breasts from behind...he pressed his cock into her ass and Kelly pushed back as much as she could to feel him. Kelly suddenly realized that Mike was already undressed...funny, she didn't even notice until now. 

"Do you like how my cock feels?" he asked quietly. 

"Yessssss," she half moaned to him, continuing to push her ass back against him. 

"Do you want my cock love?" he continued.

"Yes, I want it in my pussy Michael," she replied huskily. 

Mike stepped back for a moment before kneeling behind her. Kelly waited patiently, hoping he would take her soon. Instead, he gently stroked her legs with his hands...admiring how sexy she was. He started at her feet and continued to rub up and down her legs for a few moments before finally ending up at the hem of her skirt. 

When he reached her skirt, he kept one hand on her ass while reaching the other around her to the front of her panties...feeling her shaved, aroused pussy through the wetness of her now soaked panties. He loved rubbing Kelly through her panties...loved feeling her hot pussy through the flimsy material and loved the smoothness of her tight ass. He particularly enjoyed seeing her in this position...teasing her, taking his time with her...his fucktoy.

Mike stood up behind her and lifted her skirt so that it rested on the small of her back, keeping her ass exposed for him. 

Kelly was still blindfolded and very turned on, as she wasn't sure what to expect next. More teasing? Pleasure? Would he just fuck her right there? 

Please let him fuck me like this now, she hoped to herself.

Kelly got her answer when she felt the hard sting of his belt hit her left ass cheek. Kelly cried out in shock and before she could say anything, she felt the belt strike her other cheek. 

"Do you like me spanking you Kelly?" Michael asked, a wicked grin on his face.

"Yes Michael...you know I do" she replied. 

"Yes you do what slut?" he asked in a taunting voice.

"Yes I do Master!" she cried out, as the belt came down again. 

"Yes you do what Slut?" he repeated, this time emphasizing each word for her to carefully consider. 

"Yes I like you spanking me Master!" Kelly moaned as the belt continued to punish her sexy exposed ass, turning it a pretty shade of pink.

Mike repeated himself again, slowly, and with each word brought the belt down on her ass, "Yes" spank, "You" spank, "Do" spank, "What?" Spank. 

"Yes Master, I love you spanking my ass, YOUR ass" she cried out loud, as the belt swatted her again and again.

Mike was pleased and simply replied, "Very good my pet, I love spanking you as well."

The belt struck her one more time and Mike stopped to enjoy the shade of pink that arose on her beautiful ass cheeks. He knelt down again and ran his fingers over her panties from behind...rubbing her pussy through the wet material. 

Kelly was now soaked and she loved how he was working her pussy into frenzy. The spanking, while a bit painful, only added to her arousal...her sluttiness. He teased her clit...rubbing her hard with one hand, while his other lovingly caressed her hot ass cheeks. He pulled the panties aside again and entered her pussy from behind with two fingers. They slid in easily and she moaned as he finger fucked her hard. 

"You'd better tell me if you are going to cum Kelly...don't you dare cum without my permission." Mike ordered his toy.

"Do you want me to cum for you Master?" she asked optimistically, hoping he would bring her to orgasm...she was so close and wanted, no she needed to cum on his hand so much. 

"Perhaps baby. Do you want to cum Kelly?" he teased in a soft voice.

"Yes, I want to cum Sir." she whispered.

"But do you need to cum Kelly?" he asked emphasizing the word, "need". 

Because of her excitement, she was somewhat annoyed at his playfulness, but responded nonetheless, "Yes Master, I really need to cum. You know I do." 

Mike didn't reply, but continued to finger fuck her pussy while rubbing her wetness over her clit. "Make sure to tell me when you are close Kelly," he reminded her.

Kelly moaned and pushed her pussy back towards his fingers, desperately needing to cum, building toward her awaited orgasm. A moment later, Kelly's breathing increased and she cried out, "I'm close, I'm going to cum for you! Please Sir, let me cum for you" she begged. 

"No slut, you may not cum." he said, denying her need.

Mike stopped playing with her pussy and Kelly moaned out in frustration. Dammit, she thought, he's going to torment me more.

That was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to make her wait to cum so he could get her to that point...that point where she would do anything for him...where she would be reduced to his begging, wanton, slutty, fucktoy. He knew she wanted this and he was right. She needed this. 

Mike watched her for a moment, enjoying how frustrated she looked while wearing the little schoolgirl outfit. He marveled at how hot and needy she looked bent over and tied for him, hopelessly struggling in her bonds with her reddened ass thrust out just waiting for him. 

He enjoyed her presentation for a few more moments before untying her, allowing her a respite to stretch and relax her muscles. 

Once she had relaxed a bit, Mike resumed his instructions, "Kelly, I want you on your knees on the bed, face down, ass in the air. Do it now please darling." 

Kelly obeyed and with Mike's help (she was still blindfolded) walked to the bed where she proceeded to get on her knees. She put her head down, spread her legs and raised her ass in the air, doing her best to keep it high and presented for his use. 

Kelly was hot, very hot from the earlier play. It didn't help matters that this position, one of her favorites excited her even further. She loved the feeling of being presented like a toy...so slutty...so vulnerable...her ass and pussy open for whatever desires Michael had. 

And she still needed to cum, which only served to encourage her obedience, despite the humiliation she knew she'd feel when she begged him once again. 

Mike got on the bed behind Kelly once more and lifted her skirt. "You look lovely darling," he whispered as he spanked her ass again...this time with his bare hand. 

Slowly, he eased her wet panties down her thighs, but not all the way off...leaving her ass and pussy exposed to him, but with the panties left just above her knees. 

"You look like such a naughty little school slut Kelly," Mike teased, "I love having you as my fucktoy, my whoreslut." 

Kelly was a little taken back by his course language, but as always, extremely turned on by it by being treated in this humiliating manner. She knew that the change in his demeanor only gave away his excitement and soon perhaps, he would finish her off.

Kelly waited quietly in her position.... on the bed, blindfolded, on her knees, panties pulled down around her thighs with her pussy and ass exposed to Mike.

She felt him move off the bed and then heard the familiar click of his camera, accompanied by the bright flash through her blindfold. He was taking pictures of her again. How this terrified her and excited her all at once. 

While she always feared him taking these pictures, she loved imagining how he might stroke his hard cock while looking at them. She fantasized that he would cum all over himself as he masturbated to her image. And the feat that he might show them to others? Let them see what a whore she was? That turned her on even more.

Michael put the camera down, "Kelly, we are going to try something new, ok?" 

"Yes, ok" was all she could manage to reply, her throat and mouth feeling very dry.

"I hope you like this dear. I'm almost certain you will, but if you don't just tell me when to stop" he assured her. 

Kelly trusted him and knew he wanted to test her limits. So far, she'd never complained about his "tests", in fact they usually resulted in her cumming like a crazy slut for him, but he seem to test her more and more each time they met and that thought alone was enough to further her arousal, as well as the excitement of not knowing. 

Mike took a bottle of liquid lubricant, the very kind he often used to tease her pussy with and poured it over her ass and pussy...she loved the wet and slightly cold feeling as the liquid dripped from the crack of her ass, down to her already soaked pussy. As he poured it, Mike gently ran his fingers over her exposed ass and pussy...rubbing the lubricant into her, once again teasing her. Kelly was ready to explode at any minute and his fingers working in her pussy had her lathered up good once more.

"Now Kelly, I have a present for you." Mike smiled to himself.

Taking a vibrator he purchased earlier in the day, Mike rubbed it over her pussy. He turned it on the lowest setting and just teased the opening of her cunt...occasionally rubbing the vibrating tip over her clit. 

"Kelly, I want you to take this in your pussy." He directed, holding it to the entrance of her pussy, "Push back on it Kelly...fuck yourself onto it...take it in your pussy like you need it, but remember, if you cum, it will be your last orgasm for quite a while." 

Kelly pushed herself back on the dildo, as Mike held it still, amazed by her state of arousal and how she was willing to behave in such a wanton way for him. With hardly any resistant at all, Kelly took the whole dildo into her pussy...fucking her ass backwards just like she'd been taught.

Mike was not surprised at the ease in which the vibrator slid into her and he made sure to give it an extra push, getting it all the way inside her. Kelly was sweating and moaning at this point, a whimpering mass of flesh. She tried to push herself up from the bed to fuck herself onto the toy, but Mike placed a firm hand on the small of her back, holding her down, "Stay still love...I'm not through with you yet." 

Kelly submitted to his wish and waited in agony as the dildo gently vibrated deep inside her aching pussy. Mike pulled it out and then pushed it back in all the way. He fucked her slowly and gently with deep strokes before saying, "Don't you dare cum Kelly". 

"No Michael, I won't cum." 

He fucked her with the dildo for a few more strokes before pushing it back inside her and leaving it there, "Kelly, I want you to hold this in your pussy...don't let it fall out and don't cum!" 

Kelly thought this would be near impossible as all she wanted to do was fuck her pussy down on the dildo until she came, but she wanted to please Mike so she did her best to obey. 




A Game for Kelly



Again, the clicking of the camera shutter captured her erotic image as Kelly struggled to hold still and keep the vibrating cock deep in her already over teased and over sensitive pussy. Between the lube and her own arousal, her pussy was thoroughly soaked and the slightest movement would let the vibrator escape her needy pussy. 

"I have one more surprise for you Kelly," Mike said, "Try to be still for me."

He took more of the liquid gel and poured it over her ass. Suddenly she felt it. Something small and cold pressing against the entrance to her ass! 

He's going to use me there! She thought with an alarming fright.

Mike had brought a small set of anal beads with him. Kelly knew he'd wanted to use these for some time and was always afraid, each time putting him off. To date, he had respected this limit of hers, but still reminded her that eventually she would be tested. 

Kelly's body stiffened and Mike, sensing her fear calmed her, "Just relax darling, I would never do anything to hurt you. I think you want this. Trust me." 

Kelly trembled in frustration and fear...lust and desire. She did her best to remain still and silent as Mike rubbed the beads over her ass...sliding the length of them slowly over her exposed crack...teasing her...all the while she was going crazy, trying desperately to hold the vibrating dildo still in her pussy. 

Then she felt it...he gently and slowly pushed the first of the five small beads into her ass. She felt her ass being opened and stretched, then entered. She moaned when her sensitive bud closed down around the first bead. Surprisingly though, it didn't hurt! 

Hell, this actually feels good, she thought, as a new wave of arousal overcame her. 

Once the first bead was in, Mike gently pushed on the vibrator, sending additional shivers through Kelly's pussy. He then went back to work on her hot ass...pushing the second bead into her...allowing her to savor the feeling of her ass being opened and filled for him. Again playing with the dildo in her pussy...then the third bead...then more play with her pussy, then the fourth and so on until all five beads were buried inside Kelly's hot little slut ass. 

Kelly was beside herself at this point...the vibrator had her on the brink of an extremely strong orgasm and the beads in her ass made her feel so wicked and so full...so naughty for him and all she wanted was to cum for him. Mike teased her by pulling on the string that held the beads. 

"Do you want to cum Kelly?" he asked. 

"Oh yes, please Michael, let me cum", Kelly panted, "I'm going crazy!" 

"I will allow it darling, but first I think you need to show me your appreciation, wouldn't you agree?" he asked.

"Yes whatever you want Sir. Anything you want if you please let me cum," Kelly pleaded.

Mike left the beads in Kelly's ass and the dildo in her pussy and walked to the side of the bed near her head. He rubbed his cock on her face teasing her lips with it, "Do you like my cock Kelly? Would you like to taste it?" 

"Yes Michael! Give me your cock! Whatever you want!" Kelly moaned, craving his hardness as he teased her mouth with it.

"Take it Kelly," he commanded, "Take my cock and suck it like the little schoolgirl whore you are!" he shouted, his voice trembling with his own arousal.

She answered by opening her mouth and taking him between her lips...she sucked him deep and enjoyed how he fucked her mouth...all the while listening to him tell her what a good slut she was, "You feel so great baby...that's a good girl...taste my cock...taste my cum." 

Fucking his hard cock in and out of Kelly's soft wet mouth and making her gag slightly from time to time, Mike was now beside himself and so lost in the moment that he hardly knew what he was saying. He needed to cum as well and while he loved cumming in her mouth, he knew he wanted to fuck her hard and reward his naughty little slave for being so obedient during this session. 

Mike pulled away from Kelly and without warning got on the bed behind her...wasting no time he pulled the dildo out of her sopping wet pussy. Kelly moaned as the dildo slid out and then moaned louder when she felt Mike's hard cock rub up and down her slit. 

Mike rubbed his shaft over her pussy for just a moment before sliding all the way into her...burying himself deep inside her. As he slid into her, both moaned out loud and Kelly thrust back hard to take all of his cock into her pussy. 

Kelly's body began to shake uncontrollably as he fucked her hard, "You may now cum Kelly. Cum like a slut for me darling. Do it now!"

Almost as soon as he entered her, Kelly began to cum. Her first orgasm hit her fast and hard, causing her to cry out and moan just like Mike loved to hear, "Yes Master, fuck your slut. Fuck me hard and let me cum for you Master!" 

Mike pounded her deep and hard...relentlessly fucking his prize, as he tugged at the beads that were still filling her tight ass.

Kelly's orgasm subsided, but Mike kept fucking her hard, slowing his pace just a bit and doing his best to maintain a steady rhythm. The entire time, he continued to pull on the string holding the beads in her ass and Kelly would moan as the full feeling of the beads moving inside her edged her closer to another orgasm. 

"I need to cum again," Kelly asked Mike, "Please may I cum again for you?" 

"Yes Kelly, cum all you want my pretty little slut," Mike replied excitedly.

"I'm so close Master...I'm going to cum again...I'm gonna cum all over your cock again!" Kelly shouted, her voice taking on an almost girl-like quality.

Kelly cried out as her orgasm washed over her. Just as she began to cum again, Mike pulled on the string and slowly pulled the beads out of her ass, one by one. Kelly was not expecting this at all and when she realized the pleasure that it was creating, came all over again...and again.

Once Mike removed the last bead from Kelly's ass, he flipped her over onto her back and slid his cock deep into her pussy again...this time wasting no time, he fucked her in a missionary position...hard and fast until he himself was ready to burst, "I'm going to cum for you now Kelly...do you want my cum?" he asked. 

"Yes, please cum for me...I want you to cum," she begged of him.

Mike pulled out of Kelly's spent pussy and aimed his cock at her mouth. Kelly obediently lifted her head upwards and opened her mouth, readying herself for his cum. 

Mike groaned as his cock tightened and his balls contracted, watching the release of his cum as he pumped his cock into his schoolgirl's pretty mouth...filling her with his cum and once again, loving how wanton she had been for him. 

"Lick it clean Kelly," he instructed her as he continued to feed his cock to her, "clean my cum as well as yours bitch."

Kelly was lost in her own subspace, licking and sucking every drop of Mike's cock until they both fell back exhausted.

After both came back down to Earth, they lay there for a moment, simply kissing and holding one another, each enjoying the post-orgasmic bliss that surrounded them.

"You really are such a good little slut Kelly." Mike said with a smile and kiss, before adding, "but I have another surprise for you." 

"What else could there be?" asked Kelly with a little chuckle. 

Mike pointed towards the closet door, "Notice how the closet door? See how it's slightly ajar?" 

Kelly looked towards the door and did in fact notice that it was semi-open. Strange, she hadn't noticed it open earlier. 

"I hope you're still hungry darling," Mike said with an evil smile, "You still have some eating to do."

Kelly sat up with a terrified start, the color draining out of her.

It was then she saw Marie, walking out of the closet, holding the video camera...with a very wicked smile on her face.

End.



A Game gamble



Note: This is a story written in competition with my wife, who is also a member here. We are seeing who can get the best rating, so feel free to take a moment to leave a rating or any feedback. There are stakes in play here people! Cheers



Emily felt a tingle of excitement as her mobile phone vibrated on her desk. She had been swapping messages with her new boyfriend, Henry, for a couple of hours. They had been seeing each other for a couple of months and the sex had been fantastic. Frequent, filthy and, above all, imaginative. They took a great deal of pleasure in each other and both found a certain thrill in trying things neither had ever done before. They had experimented with bondage, dialled up the dirty talk and started sending each other suggestive material whenever they could.

Today was Henry's turn to set the program and he had been toying with her all afternoon, making references to the tricks she was going to have to perform. Her desk job required a quite strictly professional appearance and sitting there in her buttoned blouse and dark rimmed glasses covered the ache in her breasts and slippery feeling in her damp pussy as she thought wildly about the possibilities every time the phone vibrated.

Slowly, she slipped the phone below the level of her table, spread her legs and hiked her skirt up, then took a photo and sent it off with the question, "How much do you want this?' She then made a respectable effort to pretend she was doing some work, flicking her eyes to the phone every few seconds to check for the telltale flash. After what seemed like an eternity, the vibrate sounded and she snatched up the phone and brought up her message. The answer read, "I want it. I want to own it. And I want to pay for it!"

She moved, and felt an almost unbearable urge to push her hips into anything that would resist her. They had played role-plays before and it drove them both wild. Schoolgirls, policemen, strippers and taxi drivers had all featured. The combination of submission and control in playing a whore made her want to rush into the role.

"Yeah Baby? You want to take a turn? I think I could find you some time. I'm in demand you know." She gave up all pretence of working and just sat staring at her phone until the response came.

"That's what the guys who recommended you to me said. You fucked three of my mates at a buck's night last month and they gave me your mobile number." The answer came. The smallest moan actually escaped her lips as she read it and imagined the scene he had described. She desperately wanted to respond immediately but just then a co-worker dropped by her desk to ask her about some mind numbingly boring report. This happened a lot. There was quite a group of young staff in the office and her blonde hair and full round breasts meant a decent proportion of them spent the day passing her by and trying desperately to flirt with her. She didn't discourage it. It did make the day go faster and she enjoyed the way they would hover abover her and pretend to be looking anywhere but at her cleavage, pushing out of her slightly undersized top.

Now, however, she had games to play and just wanted a moment. If anything, her breathless flush clearly added to her drawing power and it was several minutes before she could muster a stern enough look to send her admirer scampering. When she looked back at her phone there was another message waiting. "This is how it's going to work Emily. If you want to do this, it's going to be real. The next message I send will be to my hooker. You can negotiate however you want. I'm sure these girls have their own rules! But whatever rules you set will be genuine and I WILL be paying you whatever we agree. Let's be clear, I want to fuck you for money and I want you to be in it for the money. And I want you to go straight from work to buy an appropriate outfit from scratch and be ready for our meeting tonight. Remember, the cheaper you look, the more you earn. On top of your earnings tonight, I will pay you tomorrow for anything you spend. The only rule I'm setting is you can't break character. If you do, you get paid nothing, and I'll still use you like a hooker. So, if you don't want that, just say so and I'll happily take you home and fuck your brains out as usual. But, if you do, just text me back the name you want me to call you tonight."

Emily couldn't possibly stay at her desk to process this, so she snatched her phone off the table and made her way to the women's toilets. Once there she rushed into a stall and locked the door behind her. Then she sat on the seat and slowly read through the message again. Almost automatically, she stood and pushed her pencil skirt down past her knees, letting it drop to the floor and kicked it off one foot so that she could sit and start to spread her legs a little. Then she lifted her arse just enough to slip her stockings down along with her knickers. Leaning back, she held the phone up and began to read the message again, slowly, as she started to stroke her clean shaven, moist pussy with her right hand. Soon her hips started moving as her fingers got faster. She closed her eyes and began imagining the scene henry had described. She imagined herself dressed as a slutty hooker standing on a street corner and waiting for him to drive past. She dreamt of the conversation as she leant through his window and told him the things he could do to her and how much each would cost. Almost dropping the phone to the floor, she clutched at her left breast and began massaging it hard, no time to stop and unbutton the blouse. She grabbed at her nipple and tried to pinch it as hard as she could, picturing being fucked hard at the side of the road and walking away with smeared make-up and holding some crumpled cash. Pounding waves of orgasm began to crash through her and she braced herself against the left wall and stretched her head back and tried to dampen the moans escaping from her throat. Slowly, she came back to consciousness and looked down at the phone still clutched in her damp left hand. She licked her lips, pushed some stray starnds of hair out of her face and typed the word "Jamie-Lynn" and hit send.

After leaving her cubicle, she spent some time in the mirror trying to look slightly less like someone who has just had a mind numbing orgasm, before leaving and heading back to her desk. She slowly managed to get her day going again, even spending a few minutes concentrating on her job, before the phone buzzed again.

"Hi Jamie-Lynn, my name's Henry. I was given your number by a few friends who saw you last week. I'm in town tonight and was wondering if you might be free to see me?"

After thinking about her response for a while. She tapped out, " Sure Henry. I have a few appointments but can meet you about 9pm. Your friends weren't lying, I'm worth waiting for."

"I bet you are, my friends have talked about you non-stop since seeing you. I have a room booked at the Grand Chancellor Hotel. Can you meet me in the hotel bar? How much money should I bring?"

This made her smirk. It might be his game but she wasn't going to make it that easy for him. " Sure, I'll meet you there at 9 Honey. We can talk about arrangements when we meet. Sorry, two guys have just arrived and I'm going to be busy for a while. You just think about what you'd like when we meet."

She then slipped the phone back onto her desk and tried to get some work done. Her mind kept slipping back to the evening's plans though. However, when a couple of messages came though from Henry she studiously ignored them. After all, if she was in role he could hardly expect her to be answering messages while sucking off strangers!

Finally, the day ended and Emily grabbed her things and headed out from the office. She worked quite close to the city centre and knew there would be no issue with finding stores open to browse for just the right costume. She decided to start with the easy things first and walked into a pharmacy to buy some make-up. She had plenty at home but liked the idea of browsing with the object of buying whatever looked the most whorish. Soon she had settled on just the right shade of red lipstick and some matching nail polish. Then she chose some dark mascara and at the last moment decide to add some long and delightfully curled false lashes.

Next was a trip to a costume jewellery shop. She removed her own small ear studs and bought a big pair of gold hoops. Big enough that she could easily slip her hand through them, and then a bundle of cheap bangles. Mostly gold, but a few brighter colours as well. Once she had at least a dozen on each wrist she practised moving them in front of her face. She liked the sound they made and giggled, thinking about the possible distraction once she started giving Henry a hand job with them.

Finally she took a deep breath and wandered into a clothes shop. It was a typical young person's fashion store, which seemed to stock everything from denim through to latex and faux feathers. The prices were quite cheap and the actual work probably left a fair bit to be desired, perfectly in keeping with the goal here she suspected. Emily began browsing through the racks trying to decide exactly the look she was going for. The shop attendants, like most of the customers, appeared to be between 17 and their very early twenties. At 27, they probably viewed Emily as something of a dinosaur. But she didn't mind that, confident that when she dressed to turn a man on, she would have them all beaten. The question of price gave her a thoughtful pause. It was no seceret between them that Henry made a lot more money than she did. Not that she was on the poverty line. But since starting to date hime she had gone to restaurants and shows which she would never have been able to afford yourself. Tonight he seemed determined to pay to make the experience more 'real', and since she knew that she would be up for anything he suggested anyway, she certainly wasn't going to refuse to accept the money on principle. In fact, the idea of being paid somehow made the whole thing even more of a thrill for her. On the one hand it made her the professional and so some sort of authority. On the other hand she then became an employee and would 'have' to do what she was paid for, she had plenty of experience of that at work!

So, how did that affect her wardrobe? Does an expensive whore dress differently to a cheap one? And which did she want to be? There was no denying there were a lot of unpaid bills sitting on her desk at home. And yet, somehow, the idea of doing all sorts of unspeakable things and only charging 50$ seemed to turn her on more than charging 500$!

A perky 18 year old red head bobbed up behind Emily and broke her reverie by asking if there was anything she could help with. Emily was about to brush her off with a polite shake of the head when she couldn't resist the urge to prove that fun didn't wither away and die at the stroke of 24. "Actually, maybe you can," she mused, "I'm attending a surprise for my partner and I want something a little but special for him."

The girl nodded with a smile and said, "Something a bit sexy, then?"

"Sort of," Emily replied, and became a bit stuck. She hadn't really thought through how far she was going to go in explaining. "really, it's a kind of dress-up costume that I need."

"Ok," the girl responded and smiled again, "what will you be going as?" 

Now or never Emily thought. And after all, I'll probably never see this person again. "A hooker!" She stated bluntly and tried to soften it with a smile, matching the bubbly little thing grinning back at her and wearing a name badge that said Erin. Erin didn't stop smiling but had that momentary pause which told Emily she was having the same trouble in deciding on the best response. Somehow, starting had opened the flood gates for Emily though and suddenly she felt that she could see the fun in the situation. "It's like this," she continued, "my partner and I are playing a little game. It's his birthday (she lied) and I'm going to surprise him with a little role play. And since I'm normally always dressed quite conservatively, I just thought that tonight I would do something a bit unusual. So, I want to dress up like a prostitute for him and give him a thrill."

Whether it was just time, the greater explanation, or just the friendlier tone was unclear, but Erin immediately relaxed and her grin somehow managed to get even wider. "Cool!" she said and this time it seemed like something more than an automatic response she gave 25 times a day while staring at her phone. " Let's start looking." She almost grabbed Emily by the hand and started taking her around the store. Inevitably, a couple of her bored colleagues eventually noticed that this was more than a standard job of direct-the-customer, and when one with beautiful olive skin and dark hair wandered closer Erin couldn't resist filling her in and suddenly the group became three young women, eagerly seeking out the sluttiest combination the store could offer. After twenty minutes they all retired to the change rooms with a few armfuls of options. For an awakward moment Emily wondered if they were going to try and push into the change rooms with her. Instead, they managed to block off the area and bundle her into a curtained-off room while shouting out advice on which combination to use. After each change Emily would pop out and do a twirl, accompanied by wildly encouraging remarks and some suggestions. It was turning into something resembling a bizarre hen's night.

Eventually they all agreed on a combination. She was wearing quite a tight white tank top with thin straps and a low cut scoop neck. This allowed her boobs to leap quite alarmingly from the top. Their beautiful white skin spilled up to the point where it seemd nipples must follow. And at Erin's insistence she had also chosen a red bra with a high frilly cup so it was plainly visible under the straps of the tank top and all the way along the top of the cups. It was even visible under the shirt itself. The tank top was short enough to leave her pierced belly button on display. Under that she wore a black faux leather skirt with severel chunky looking zips and studs. She was definitely very much the hooker that Motley crue would allow on the bus.

Under the skirt was a red gstring to match her bra and some very dark stocking she had intentionally put a couple rents in. And finally some high heeled stilletos made her feel that her legs were on display and her arse pushed up in the air. Her new friends all gushed about the look and how she could add to it with accessories. When she admitted that she had already bought some they flat out insisted that she duck back into the change room and complete the look for their approval. When she finally came back out, the transformation seemed complete. If her glasses still made her look bookish, she looked like the most bookish hooker in town. As a final touch the girls added a dark black handbag for 'professional essentials' and a heavy stone necklace designed to make sure her top stayed pulled down between her breasts. This last was a cheap item and the grils tried to insist that Emily accept it as a gift from them until she explained that Henry was paying for everything anyway. They laughingly agreed that he was going to get more than his money's worth and could foot the bill. As she tucked her credit card, keys and phone into her new bag the girls asked if she minded if they had their photo taken with her. "Sure," she smiled and struck a few poses with her boobs and ass stuck out at improbable angles. As she waved goodbye, Erin went to tag her photo and called out, "I never asked you your name." Emily, flicked her red coated finger tips in a wave and said "Jamie-Lynn" over her shoulder.

It was now about 8.30 pm and she was about ten minutes walk from the hotel. As she strode from the store she knew that most of them women she passed and all of the men gave her a second look. She figured a good proportion figured her as exactly what she was 'meant' to be. What the others must have thought she had no idea. The problem she had not anticipated was what do with with her regualr clothes, shoes and bag, which were all now stuffed into a couple of shopping bags. She lived far too far away to make a trip home, and she figured taking a bag of day clothes probably counted as breaking character.

The only option was to quickly run her bag up to her office. It was only a block away and there should be no-one left at this time. Would any of them even recognise her in this outfit? She tottered to her building, occasionally catching sight of herself in windows and uable to resist checking herself out. Provocative yes, but there was no denying that the only word to describe her appearance was sexual. Even if you didn't want it, the whole look from top to toe screamed sex. And she was beginning to feel her chest push even further out every time she caught someone staring at her boobs from the corner of their eye.

She reached her building and sighed with relief as she made her way across the empty lobby and caught an elevator up to her floor. From there she made her way through the door of her company and quickly stuffed her bag beneath her own desk where it would be fine until Monday. She spun and made her way back through the maze of desks. Half way there she froze as she saw a door open and a man, with his head down make his way towards her. Unable to move she recognised the wavy hair of James, one of the friendly young things that found a reason each day to spend at least ten minutes hanging over her desk. Becoming aware of someone else in the destered room he stopped abruptly and looked up. It was clear he did not at first even recognise her and simply wondered who the hell had managed to find their way in here late at night. Meeting her eyes at last she saw the jolt of recognition.

Before he could say a thing she stammered, "You're here late." Nothing like the bleeding obvious to break the ice.

"Umm yes, I am," he added, obviously agreeing with the sentiment. "Are you out... with friends?" he gulped.

"Not really," she answered, but then suddenly realised that that probably left her needing to offer an alternative. "I'm about to meet someone, for an appointment." She finished weakly, slowly letting the possibilities of that statement sink into her own mind.

James did not seem to reach any definite conclusion but after staring so long at her breasts there was a real danger of him falling into a coma he seemed to remember this was a girl her knew and found his voice. "Anyway, I, um, have to go now, was just leaving anyway.." and he stepped back in the direction he had just come. As much as she knew he had said that to allow himself an escape, Emily now had no real choice but to follow. She could hardly claim that she had been on her way to sit at her desk and work. So they walked in silence out to the elevator. Then he pressed the down arrow and they stood umconfortably until the elevator arrived. Emily nervously pushed her hair back from her face and was painfully conscious of the dozen bangles clattering on her arm. It also reminded her of the heavy stones sitting between her prominent breasts and pulling her top into her body.

When the elevator finally opened, James entered first and stood at the back of the small space until Emily entered and turned and stood in front of him. Once the doors slid shut, the smooth metal surface was reflective enough that she could clearly see him behind her ogling her arse and legs. At least he was confortable enough now he felt he wasn't being watched. Emily found that not having to meet his eyes meant that she could now actually enjoy the obvious effect her appearance was having. She ran her hand back through her hair and flicked it free down her back. Then she let her hand sit on her hip so she could show off her nails at the same time as making sure her arse was accentuated. When they finally reached the floor she stepped out and threw a smile back over her shoulder, "So, I'll see you Monday." She told him with a smile and a wink.




A Game Goes Too Far



Our married life has always been like any other family. We spend our weekends at soccer games and our evenings supporting our children with their homework. We have sex when we can and occasionally go out to dinner. Who would have expected that a couple like us could have such a lurid dirty story to tell? 

My wife Bridgid is a 5 foot 6 inch tall, very sexy, soccer mom with a drop dead gorgeous smile. She keeps her dark brown hair short and bouncy. Her natural 38C tits are round, firm and seem to have constant erect nipples. But, Bridgid's legs are my favorite. I always try to get her to wear short skirts to show the world just how beautiful her legs are. I get so excited when I see other men checking her out. She doesn't believe she is anything special, even though I keep telling her how much she turns me on. Bridgid usually dresses very conservatively with mid-calf skirts or baggy slacks and loose blouses.

I often try to introduce new sexual fantasies into our relationship. Bridgid goes along with most ideas for my benefit. There are times when Bridgid really gets into the fantasy, though. Fondling her while she drives, mild public exhibitionism, sensual touches below the table in restaurants, and erotic photography. We have also played a few role playing games. For the past few years, our sex life has been declining. Having children has made it harder and harder to have romantic or highly charged experiences. Sex has been relegated to the Saturday morning shower before the kids wake up.

I like to shoot digital pictures of Bridgid in various sexual positions and cheesecake shots. I told her that they allow me to masturbate when she's too tired or isn't interested. We've made some great photos. Bridgid even has remarked how good she looks in some of the pictures. I soon started to modify the photos in Photoshop, by pasting Bridgid into orgy photos from the internet. My favorite fake pictures are of Bridgid sucking other men. I always wondered what it would be like to bring someone else into our sex life.

I had been trying for years to get Bridgid to agree to a role playing game suggested by a television sex therapist. We would go out to a bar separately and make believe to meet for the first time. What happens next would be up to us. Sounds good, right?

Well, finally Bridgid agreed to this exciting role playing game. We dropped the kids off at Grandma's house and headed back to our house to get ready. I helped Bridgid find a sexy outfit. I felt she should look like she was looking to get picked up, without being to sluttish. She put on her black silk panties and wrapped her beautiful round ass in her patchwork suede mini skirt. A black lace blouse over her sexiest black bra, sheer suspender style pantyhose and black leather go-go boots, finished off the look. She looked amazing. 

I made sure that I took some photos of her getting into her sexy clothes. I was already pretty excited. The whole time getting ready we would rub and kiss each other. My cock was straining to get out. I could see her nipples pushing against the material of her bra. 

I dressed in gray boxer briefs, polo shirt, and Dockers, Bridgid removed our wedding rings and we headed down-town. I started to rub Bridgid's round full tits as she drove us to the city. She slowly spread her soft porcelain white thighs as her skirt slid up exposing her panties. I slid my hand down to her leg and slowly massaged my way up to her moist panties. Bridgid moaned quietly. I had to taste her passion fruit. I slowly slid two fingers around her panty and into her tender wet pussy. She moaned quietly as I gathered as much juice as possible on my two fingers. I brought my fingers to my mouth and tasted and smelled her aromatic elixir. Ooh, I love that taste. Bridgid was really having an issue driving. She finally pushed me off and told me to save it for later. I was ready to go. I started to think we should just do it and forget the bar scene, but Bridgid wanted to do a little dancing first. 

We entered the club separately and settled into seats at opposite ends of the bar. Bridgid ordered a drink. I could see that she was having a "White Russian". I also started with a good stiff martini. We only drink liquor on special occasions and this was starting to look pretty special. Bridgid looked hot. She sat at a table opposite the dance floor, and started to toy with me. She would spread her legs for me to see her panties from across the room. I started to notice that other men were also getting a show. Bridgid noticed at almost the same time. She suddenly looked embarrassed and blushed quite red. She stopped for only a minute, then smiled and continued her amorous movements. Crossing and uncrossing her beautiful legs she started to look around the bar to see who was noticing. She became bolder as she seemed to relax with the idea of having an audience.

It didn't take long for someone to ask Bridgid to dance. He was about 6'5" and a very muscular black man. She looked over to me and I nodded for her to go for it. He was a giant next to her. The two of them started to dance as he leaned down to talk to her. He kept touching her shoulders and hips while the two talked and danced. I was getting a little uncomfortable with what I was seeing, but I also was very excited seeing her being handled by this giant of a man. They danced for two or three songs and returned to her table. She looked very pleased with herself and I could see her confidence growing by the minute. I seldom take her dancing and there is nothing she likes better (or so I thought!).

I was starting to feel pretty buzzed after a few martinis, so I decided to start drinking beer to keep from getting too hammered. Drinks started to show up for Bridgid, delivered by young healthy men asking for a dance. Although I was supposed to approach her for a dance, I enjoyed watching her dancing with the young attentive men. Bridgid was also having a blast and getting very drunk. She continued her flirtatious moves, but now she was doing it for the other men in the bar, not me.

Bridgid danced for quite a long time with a young guy with long blond hair tied in a pony-tail. They danced very close and he kept rubbing and squeezing her ass. She made no attempt to stop his lewd advances. The dirty dancing continued through a slow dance number and they started to grind into each other, a little too much for my comfort. I noticed Bridgid a few times reaching down to rub his manhood through his slacks. Bridgid glanced over to see my reaction with what was going on. I didn't want her to see that I was uncomfortable so I just responded with a smile. After about 15 minutes of this I was getting extremely angry as well as aroused. I wanted to put a stop to this but I could barely stand up as my cock was straining against my pants. Finally the two of them started to leave the dance floor. Bridgid's new friend leaned over and said something into her ear while lightly touching her breast with his arm. The two of them started to head for the door. She looked over at me and gave a defiant look. I was in shock.

I was pretty twisted about what I just witnessed. I couldn't believe she just left. It seemed that this game was going wrong quickly. A million possibilities went through my head. I ordered a double martini and sucked it down. I soon concluded that Bridgid was not the kind to do anything crazy. Maybe she knew the guy and I figured she was probably just going out to smoke some weed in the parking lot. My mind wouldn't let me believe she would smoke any other kind of stick. I ordered another martini and started to look around the club. 

I hadn't really noticed that the place was full of beautiful young women as I was pretty occupied watching Bridgid. I began to focus on the other hot women in the club, and started to lose track of time. Bridgid finally returned with her escort, and glanced around to find me. I was dancing with a young brown haired 30 something named Terry. Bridgid looked slightly disheveled and very guilty until she saw me with Terry. Her face changed to anger as she excused herself from her new friend and went to the ladies room. When she returned she looked much more composed, but she didn't look my way. 

I was still very pissed off about what Bridgid may or may not have done outside with pony boy. I figured I would get her back for worrying me and started to kiss my young ladies neck and ears. Terry was a petite hottie with ass length brown hair and small pert tits. She was wearing a spaghetti strap stretch white mini dress, high heels and not much else. Terry responded by pushing her body closer to me. I could feel her tiny breasts rubbing against my chest. My cock started pulsating. I knew that I could cum any minute, I was so excited! I started fantasizing about having sex with this beautiful woman and making Bridgid watch. 

I decided I had better dance with Bridgid before our marriage was destroyed. I excused myself from Terry ordered another martini for me and a white Russian for Bridgid and headed over to ask the beauty in the suede mini for a dance. I had to walk between four big guys who were at Bridgid's table to ask her for a dance. While we were on the dance floor I told Bridgid I thought it would be best for us to leave. She said she would only leave if she could bring one of her new friends home with her. 

I was shocked. My first emotion was anger. I soon realized she was just trying to get me back for kissing Terry's neck. I knew there was no way she would do something like that. I told her I didn't believe she would go through with it. She immediately went over to her evenings first dance partner stood on her toes and spoke into his ear. Bridgid returned with her prize, to say "James wants to come to the party at your house, too". 

Well, two can play at this game. I left the two of them and went back to Terry, who was at the bar getting herself another beer. I ordered two shots of Sambuca for us and asked her if she would like to come back to my house for a little party with my two friends, pointing to Bridgid and James. Terry checked out Bridgid and James and immediately said "sure why not".

Chapter two A party at my house

The four of us left the club. The night air had a slight chill. Terry snuggled in close to stay warm. Bridgid immediately grabbed James and gave him a big deep wet kiss. I was all confused but continued on, as I was also very excited. We decided that I would ride with Terry, James and Bridgid would follow in her car. I followed Terry to her small hatchback and I watched James and Bridgid head to the family wagon. James was holding Bridgid in his huge hands. I started to wonder just how big this guys dick could be and how far Bridgid was willing to go with him. Was this all about revenge or was there another point Bridgid was trying to make? Bridgid snuggled into him as they neared the wagon.

On the way home I started nibbling on Terry's neck and lightly touching her thighs and the sides of her breast. I loved seeing her hair all around her ass on the seat. She was so beautiful. I started wondering what got into Bridgid. I never expected her to do something like this. I started worrying about our destructing marriage when Terry reached over and unzipped my fly. I kept lightly touching the sides of her breasts while gently sucking and kissing her ears and neck. Terry reached into my pants and freed my engorged cock. She slowly started to stroke my rock-hard shaft. I was so excited I couldn't stop what happened next. Come started flowing out of the tip and I was helpless to stop it, as waves of ecstasy shot through my gushing cock.

After attempting to clean the mess, we arrived at my house. James and Bridgid looked very excited when they got out of our car. Bridgid looked so stoned and horny; I couldn't believe what I saw in her eyes. She was gone! James had a huge bulge to prove his approval. 

We all went in and I supplied everyone with drinks. Bridgid sucked her drink down in one gulp. She then turned her attention back to James. I felt the need to explain the family oriented house we were in. I told our guests that I was separated from my wife and my children were with their mother. James and Bridgid seemed to be in their own world. Terry was very aware of the sexual tension in the room and seemed to like the atmosphere. 

I went to the kitchen to retrieve a few more beers and Terry followed. She came up behind me while I was in the fridge and slid her hand around to touch my bulge. She asked if I had recovered. I responded with a long soft wet kiss. We started rubbing each other all over while we passionately kissed in the kitchen. I soon realized I was still holding the beers in my hands and we decided to return to the party.

I put on the R&B channel on cable and settled in to Terry's arms as Bridgid and James started to really kiss and touch each other. Terry and I sat and watched the action while lightly fondling each other. Bridgid was rubbing James cock through his pants and James was all over her breasts. I was amazed at how bold Bridgid was being with this guy. Soon Bridgid's shirt came off; her breasts heaving to her hard excited breathing. James face was deep within her cleavage. I had never seen Bridgid so out of control. My quiet pretty soccer mom was now a complete sex crazed whore, and doing it right in front of me. She had no interest in anything but what James had to give her.

Terry reached over and started to massage my shoulder as my hand started to slide between her deeply tanned thighs. I slowly moved my hand closer to her pussy as Terry's massaging increased in speed and intensity. I pulled her panties aside and my fingers found their way to her swollen wet labia. She removed her hands from me and started squeezing her nipples and moaning. I wanted to eat her pussy but I also wanted to watch Bridgid and James.

Terry started for my zipper, as she lowered her head to my lap. She released my throbbing dick and slowly licked my come flavored cock. She opened her beautiful mouth and pushed her face down until her nose was in my pubic hair. The feeling of my cock passing through her throat was almost too much to handle. My eyes closed and I was floating. 

I opened my eyes to the most incredibly erotic scene I have ever seen. Bridgid pulled James snake-like penis from his trousers. She looked as though she were in a trance as she lowered her face to lick the bottom of his massive brown cock. I could see James hand move up under her skirt to slide a long thick finger into her reddening pussy lips. I watched as Bridgid's body tensed as he added another finger and slid them in and out of her wet slit. My cock was pulsing as Terry stroked me with her throat. 

It was Terry's turn to get some sucking, so I turned and lowered myself to the floor and started to remove her panties. I was now looking at a beautiful wet pussy with a small triangle of hair adorning it. I couldn't wait to taste her. I slowly started to suck and lick her wonderful pink pussy. Terry let out a slow quiet moan as I rubbed my lips against her clitoris. I slid my tongue into her small slit to retrieve some of her cum. I gently slid two fingers deep into her wet pussy. Terry whimpered as my tongue and lips continued to keep her pussy moist and swollen. She responded to every movement my fingers made in her sweet tender pussy with a slow writhing of her hips. I couldn't believe this was happening.

I suddenly noticed James coming over to us with his huge dick swinging as he walked. He stopped in front of Terry and pushed his cock into her face. Terry grabbed onto his dick and slid it into her mouth. She couldn't swallow his massive cock as she had mine, but he seemed to enjoy her technique as much as I had. The sight of his giant dick being sucked and rubbed by this beautiful blond was incredible. I had forgotten about Bridgid completely until I felt a moist sensation on my cock. I looked down to see Bridgid licking me with more enthusiasm than I have ever seen as she rubbed her sopping wet clit feverishly.

I decided that I wanted to see Bridgid eat some pussy. I pushed her head off my dick and forced her to Terry's pulsing wet cunt. Bridgid started to lick and suck Terry off with all the talent of a true lesbian. What a site as I rammed my hard cock into Bridgid's pussy from behind. Here I was fucking Bridgid while she was sucking a beautiful young stranger's pussy. Terry could only fit the tip of James cock in her mouth as she moaned from Bridgid's enthusiastic attention.

I was glad at this point I had already cum. I was so excited! I decided it was time to switch places with James. I wanted to see if Bridgid would let him fuck her. I wanted him to fuck her hard. I wanted to see her take his massive brown cock deep into her gorgeous pussy. I said "let's trade places" to James. I slid out of Bridgid and went to my desk to retrieve my digital camera. I took a few pictures of the girls writhing together on the edge of the couch as James tried to push his cock into Bridgid.

I kissed Terry deeply tasting James cock juice on her lips. I stood up and let my cock float in front of her pretty face. Terry obliged by licking the tip of my swollen prick. She then grabbed hold and started to jerk me off in her mouth. I again started snapping pictures of this unbelievable event. 

James was very gentle to Bridgid with his huge cock. He had only half his 12 inch monster in her. Bridgid was starting to move and writhe to his slow even strokes. She looked at me as she closed her eyes in ecstasy. I could see she was going to come. She stopped sucking Terry so I moved down to take over. Terry and I were doing 69 on the couch, while James was screwing Bridgid doggy style on the floor. I slid my fingers into Terry and started to focus on making her come. All of us were now hitting a rhythm that only the R&B station could match. 

James started first. I could see all the muscles in his neck start to tighten. Bridgid seemed to take his cue and started to convulse furiously. She reached back and pulled James ass as they both started coming. James now was ramming almost his whole 12 inches into my wife. Terry started to jerk me faster, a sign of her impending orgasm. I worked my tongue and lips on her wet swollen lips and clitoris, as I slid my fingers in her tight young pussy. Sure enough Terry started to moan loudly as Bridgid and James started to fall into a heap on the floor. Terry's now loud cries were wonderful to hear. She came in waves as I continued to suck her pussy. 

As the three of them started to recover, Bridgid noticed that I had yet to come. She knelt in front of me and proceeded to give me the best blow job of my life, while James and Terry watched. I came in huge waves of cum into Bridgid's mouth and face.

After everyone was able to recover, Bridgid explained to our new friends that we were actually married and she explained how this whole event came about. We all laughed as we realized the game was better than we had ever imagined. Bridgid suggested that we have our new friends over again sometime. Life is good! 



A Game Gone Wrong



We are a twenty-nine year old couple that has been married for just five years. We met during our studies in the MBA program of a major university in the south and got married shortly after graduation. 

Sarah is a beautiful brunette 5'6" in height and weighing 122 pounds with perfect C cup breasts that sit high on her chest. Her hair is coal black and has a deep luster that accents perfectly her dark brown eyes and creamy complexion. Because she works out religiously, her body is extremely toned with hardly an ounce of fat. In addition to her looks, she is also very intelligent having graduated near the top of our class and now works in the finance department of a large multi-national corporation.

How I landed her has always been a pleasant mystery to me. My name is Chris and I certainly don't equal her looks. I view myself as average with a build of 5"11" and 180 pounds. I work in sales for a nicely growing regional company and between our two incomes and our decision to put off children we are able to enjoy a pretty nice life with a home in a good neighborhood and the ability to dine and travel without a huge need to watch costs. 

Another good thing about our relationship is an active and fulfilling sex life that is highly communicative. In addition, we both enjoy talking about our fantasies and seeking out ways to expand our sexual horizons. What makes it even more fulfilling is the fact that Sarah and I only had limited sexual involvement before we started dating. Sarah had been with one man prior to me which was a long term relationship during her undergraduate college days and I had been with five women starting with a girlfriend in high school. Thus, most of our explorations are first time experiences for both of us.

Like I said, we enjoy seeking out ways to expand our horizons and the situation I'm about to describe started out as one of these events. Sarah and I had recently been to one of those erotic stores and purchased some clothing for her that I had her wear around the house for fun. Her outfit included a 12" fake leather miniskirt and a sheer pullover top that I had her wear without a bra so that her small nipples showed through the fabric. To finish off the look, she had 4" pink platform shoes that raised her and accented her taut butt. 

For the next several weeks, on at least one day I would have her wear the outfit in the evening around the house. She would parade around and tease me finding reasons to walk back and forth and bend over until I couldn't take it anymore. As I undressed her and ravished her body I always found that she was turned on and very excited too. 

One Friday night in early May when Sarah was wearing the outfit we were in an especially playful and antsy mood and I convinced her, with little effort, that we should drive around the city and see what was going on. While the idea excited her she quickly informed me not to get any ideas about going in anywhere because she was not about to be seen in public in the slutty clothing. I assured her she was safe and so at around 10:00 PM we poured ourselves two glasses of wine in plastic tumblers and set out in her Lexus SUV.

Of course, I had to play some games like driving next to trucks and turning on the interior lights at stoplights pretending to be looking for something. She took it in good spirits and we were thoroughly enjoying our little game when an idea flashed through me head. I guided the car towards the south end of downtown where the flash of the city gave way to a more industrial and seedier feel. There, I knew, were several streets that were notorious for dive bars, run down motels and streetwalking prostitutes. 

Sarah and I were bantering back and forth so much that she didn't catch on to my intent until we were already in the area. When she understood where we were, she just gave me one of her withering stares then rolled her eyes without saying anything. We cruised back and forth with the windows down just getting the feel of the street and talking about the sights and characters we came across. After several circuits, we got a sense of the flow of things, such as spotting men on the prowl and how the street corners used by the prostitutes were determined by the proximity to the sleazy motels. There were also the run down bars but these seemed to operate separately from the sexual aspect of the area.

During one long red light, we watched a young and attractive prostitute at close distance talk to a man in a late model Explorer. It was apparent that they had successfully concluded negotiations when she opened the door and climbed into the vehicle. Sarah was very quiet watching this scene unfold and when the young lady entered I saw her chest rise with an intake of breath and I swear her nipples also hardened. 

"Did watching that excite you?" I asked bluntly. 

"It hit me when she got in his car that she is going to have sex with a complete stranger." Sarah replied while looking at me with a confused expression.

We drove around for several more minutes in silence watching more of the erotic scene play out around us. My thoughts were racing and I was about to explode from sexual tension.

"Sarah, I want to pick you up." I blurted out as quickly as possible to overcome my nervousness.

"What do you mean?" She replied. By her look, I knew she understood full well what I meant but wanted me to describe it to her.

"I want to drive up to you on the street corner and pick you up like that man picked up that girl." I explained.

"Chris, we can't do that. What if someone sees me like this that knows us?" She asked. But, knowing her as I did, I knew she really wanted to be convinced it was okay.

"It will go quickly. No one will see us. I'll drop you off on the side street and you can walk to the corner and I will be there when you get there." I spat out quickly.

Sarah never responded and just leaned back into the seat back and stared straight ahead. I turned off the main street sharply and took several side streets to get into a position where Sarah had only to walk about fifty yards to reach a street corner that was currently deserted. 

Without saying a word she opened the door and stepped out. I watched her incredible ass in the tiny mini move down the sidewalk towards the corner before doing a U-turn and taking the street I knew would lead me down the street where she would be standing. I wanted to pull-up so that she could lean in the passenger window while we negotiated like the young woman we watched had done.

It could not have been two minutes from the time I dropped her off until I was approaching the corner where she would be standing. As I drove up, I was stunned to see a car stopped at the curb next to her with another car waiting twenty yards behind hoping, I assumed, that a deal would not be made and he would have a chance. 

My wife was standing far back from the car but I could see that a conversation was taking place. It was easily two or three minutes before that car finally moved away and the car in front of me pulled up next to her. This car was fairly run down and from what I could tell was driven by an older man with a beard. This conversation went on even longer and I noticed that Sarah was not standing as far back as she had with the first car. Finally, the car in front eased forward and I pulled up quickly next to Sarah and rolled down the passenger window. 

"Hey baby, are you available?" I asked with my cock almost bursting in my pants.

"What are you looking for?" she replied in a manner that belied her innocence.

"How about a suck and a fuck?" I answered crudely.

Sarah was now leaning into the window when she responded, "I can do that sweetie but its going to cost you $300."

"Okay." I answered. I thought about more verbal jousting but I wanted her so badly at that point I cut it off.

Sarah climbed into the car with a half smile staying in character as I gunned the engine and drove swiftly to the closest motel I could find. It was pretty run down with a cashiers window instead of a lobby and, with my hands shaking, I used my credit card to get a room. Sarah was quiet as I pulled the SUV in front of the first floor room and together we exited the vehicle and went inside. She had to notice my hands trembling as I inserted the key and opened the door.

Once inside any pretense of character disappeared and our hands flew trying to take each other clothes off before collapsing naked on the bed in a deep kiss.

"Don't say a word, just do it." Sarah demanded as we broke the kiss.

My cock felt two inches longer than normal as I drove it deeply inside her soaking wet opening. On about the tenth stroke her body got rigid and she screamed in passion in full orgasm while I felt her pussy spasm around my cock. I lasted only moments longer before I exploded inside her and felt my entire life energy exit my body through my cock and enter her. 

We lay there entwined for ten minutes panting, fondling and kissing before I felt her hips move and we began a slower lover's coupling. I was kissing her, sucking her nipples, ear lobes and neck as we moved together. Our passions were rising when suddenly there were voices on the walkway outside the room.

"Can I have one of those cigarettes honey?" A female voice said. 

There was no response but a male voice said. "How much more if we add anal to the hour?"

"Fifty dollars more sweetie. You want to do that?" The female voice questioned.

"Yeah, I do." The unseen man replied.

The bed in our small room was only a couple feet from the window and we realized that the prostitute and her customer must be standing right outside smoking before they began their time. 

"Oh, baby. How much more do I have to pay to get your ass?" I asked Sarah dropping back into character.

"Its one hundred dollars honey." Sarah said trying to use a street sound similar to the woman outside.

We never got to the anal sex. I started fucking her harder, aroused by the talk outside and the situation, and I soon started cumming but was able to hold on just long enough for Sarah to join as well.

We dressed quickly after that and got in the car and headed towards home but at every traffic light along the way we would kiss and fondle each other preparing for a long night of love making. Once home we rushed to bed and attacked each other all over again until we both fell asleep completely exhausted.

We talked about that evening the next day and agreed it had been intensely arousing for both of us. I asked Sarah what the men in the cars in front of me had asked and she said that were very bold and direct asking her the price for blow jobs and intercourse. After some prodding, she admitted that it had been something of a turn on to be looked at as a sex object and to be blatantly and openly desired by men in that situation.

Unfortunately, shortly thereafter, the summer became a busy time for both of us and our sex life definitely took a hit especially, the time we used to have to explore our sexual fantasies and boundaries. The sex outfit disappeared from sight as we barely had time for normal love making once a week. 

Finally, at the beginning of September, work began to ease up for both of us and we had more time to devote to each other. We were like newlyweds again spending every free moment in bed. It was also at that time that I ran across the slutty outfit in one of the dresser drawers. That was on a Wednesday and I didn't say a word but on the following Friday, I had it laid out on the bed where Sarah would find it when she got home from work.

God how I love my wife. She never said a word, just walked out to the living room dressed in the outfit with just a bit too much make up and lipstick on. We started drinking wine and soon we were feeling no pain having downed a bottle and a half. 

I had her in my arms and was nibbling on her ear when I said "Sarah, I want you to be a hooker for me again."

Her body shivered momentarily and she replied "You want to pick me up off the street and take me to a cheap motel?"

I took her hand and put it on my hard cock straining through my pants and asked her, "What does this say?"

Thirty minutes later we were driving in the same part of town checking out the same scene that we had fours months before. Nothing really had changed that we could tell. There were the same corners being worked, the same motels and the same seedy feel to the streets. This time, we picked one of the more sleazy motels and got a room beforehand. I gave the key card to Sarah telling her with a smile that it was her business address for the evening. 

The corner we picked was about two hundred yards diagonal to the motel across a four lane road. We pulled down a side street from the corner and started making out. It almost got so carried away that we were ready to just return to the motel but with a last gasp effort I forced us break our embrace to allow Sarah to go to her spot. Before she got out of the car, I reached under her skirt and pulled her tiny thong down her perfect legs which she accepted without protest. My luscious wife was now about to go out onto a public street in a short mini with no panties, a sheer pull over blouse with no bra and 4" shoes for the second time. She looked like the definition of sex with her long slender legs emerging from the brief skirt and her nipples straining at the thin material of her top. She didn't say a word, just gave me one last deep kiss before opening the door and stepping out.

I watched her walk towards the corner and when she was in good light I started the car and began moving towards the road to pick her up. Several turns later I was sitting on a narrow and dark side street where a right turn and about one hundred yards separated me from my wife. I was about to make the turn when I noticed that there was already a car pulling up next to her on the corner. It was like flies to honey. The horny men, looking for women on the street, must have been able to sense her beauty and freshness from the others and moved quickly to the opportunity. 

For some reason that I can't explain, I decided to watch her for a while. I knew I would pay dearly for this later but there was something so erotic about watching her as the focus of other men's desire that I couldn't help myself. It wasn't like she didn't attract attention in real life. But, in those cases which were frequent, she was treated with the respect and dignity. 

The car that had pulled up stayed there for a minute with her maintaining ten foot separation before it finally moved away. I noticed her looking up and down the street searching for signs of our car but another car quickly pulled over. This car eventually moved on as well and I saw this same scene play out multiple times as I watched for fifteen minutes. 

Sarah continued to stay back from the curb hesitant without sight of our vehicle. As another car got frustrated and left, I saw two hookers walking down the street from the other direction. Rather than risk any kind of confrontation, I decided that it was time to collect Sarah and take her to the motel. I moved out onto the larger street and reached Sarah at the same time the two hookers arrived.

Sarah had seen me approaching and was near the curb when I pulled up. Despite my lateness and the hookers now only several yards away, she stayed in character and we had a negotiation through the open passenger window. In the background, I could hear the hookers, one white blonde and one black, making scathing comments about Sarah.

"Who the fuck is this bitch?" One said. By the sound of her voice I sensed it was the black woman.

"She standing there with her pussy hanging out on our street." The other quickly replied.

Sarah was getting tense from the discussion but I purposely made her continue the negotiation before we finally settled on $200 for an hour. The hookers continued to talk as Sarah opened the door to get inside.

"Bitch, what the fuck are you doing here? You gonna get your ass kicked for selling that pussy on this street." The black woman yelled in a threatening manner.

Sarah slammed the door behind her and we drove the short way to the sleazy motel. We pulled up in front of the room at the far end of the building and went inside. My cock was aching inside my pants while Sarah stayed in character and moved around the room acting like she was getting her bearings. I actually positioned myself to try and steal glimpses of her pussy from beneath the short skirt.

Sarah saw what I was trying to do and would move away to thwart my looks. With some frustration, I said to her "Baby, I want you to do a striptease for me."

"It's your money." she replied nonchalantly.

I sat on the end of the bed and Sarah stood several feet in front of me and started moving her body to a rhythm only she could hear. She began running her hands over her breasts and abdomen and down her thighs causing her nipples to visibly harden through the thin top. Sarah stepped forward and ran her hands over my head and neck and then unbuttoned my shirt half-way down before stepping back again. She then lifted her top up causing her beautiful breasts to spill out with her small nipples clearly aroused.

At that moment the door suddenly crashed open and there in the opening stood three black men. As I leapt up Sarah screamed, pulled her top down and stepped quickly towards the bathroom. Unfortunately, neither of us moved fast enough. One of the men hit me on the side of the head causing me to fall over the bed and into the small area next to the wall. When I got back to my knees one of the other men had an arm around Sarah's waist and had her hair in his other hand causing her head to tilt backwards.

The black man that had struck me acted as the leader. He appeared younger than us possibly in his mid-20s and was around 6 feet tall lean but with a certain raw power. His head was shaved and he had a scraggly goatee and tattoos appearing from beneath his shirt sleeves and running down his arms to his wrists. When he spoke you could see his mouth was full of dingy and crooked teeth with one of the front badly chipped. The most striking thing about his appearance was a scar that ran from high on his check to near his ear and looked like the remnant of some old battle. He stepped towards Sarah with a knife in his hand and yelled at her. "Who the fuck you think you are working my street? You think you can bring that pussy here and take my money? " 

Sarah's eyes grew large looking at the knife and I said quickly, "She is my wife. We are just playing a game."

"Bullshit asshole my girls saw her selling that pussy on the street." He immediately shot back. 

"No it's true. We can prove it. Let us show you our ID." Sarah countered. Thinking fast despite the situation.

With that, the leader's demeanor calmed somewhat. I think he could tell that Sarah did not have the roughness of a streetwalker and that something strange indeed was happening.

"Show me the ID motherfucker." He shot out quickly.

I pulled my billfold from my back pocket and got my drivers license out while the man holding Sarah allowed her to pick up her small handbag from the table and do the same. We handed the cards to the leader and he took them and looked them over for several seconds before turning back. Sarah was very nervous and was using her hands to pull down the edges of her skirt, which only seemed to attract their stares.

"You two are some sick motherfuckers." He said with a strange smile.

"We are just playing a game." Sarah replied meekly incorrectly assuming that he was seeking any kind of reply.

"Well baby here's the problem. This how I make my money. The way I see it you cost me some fucking money. My girls tell me you were turning away all these cars wanting your pussy. Course now I know why but it don't matter. Those are my customers and if they can't get what they want they go somewhere else." He said with a thick accent while staring straight at her.




A Game Gone Wrong



I wanted this over as quickly as possible so I said. "How much do you want?"

He stopped and looked at me for a moment then smiling he replied. "Well money is important but it ain't just money. It's about customers. I need them to be happy - to be satisfied."

I was becoming very concerned with the direction of the conversation although I don't think Sarah had yet grasped the significance of his words. 

"Here's the deal. My bitches bring in about $600 a night. Now I have to give them some of that and since your new I'll let you off with $400." He said with any hint of a smile now gone.

"I have over $200 in my billfold and if you follow us to an ATM we can get the rest right now. This will be over and we will be gone and out of the way." I spoke quickly trying to gain some control.

"You see that may solve the money thing but it doesn't help my customers. My customers need to be taken care of. Your pretty wife is going to go back out there on the street and make me some money and make my customers happy." He said flatly.

It dawned on Sarah what he was saying and she stood there stunned and I could see a shiver run through her. Her eyes looked straight at me pleading for me to get her out of this mess. I was quiet for a moment trying to think before saying "We'll give you $1,000 to let us go." 

"Fuck your money asshole. Fuck you! Your wife is going to make some money for me and I'll like that a lot more. First thing though I'm going to try some of this pussy myself. I never send a new girl out with out seeing first hand how she fucks." He said looking towards Sarah.

A panic swept over me and I leapt from my position on the side of the bed towards the leader. One of his men was able to shove me in the shoulder before I got there causing me to lose my balance and hit the floor where all three kicked me in the head and stomach until I was only semi-conscious. In the background I could hear Sarah screaming and pleading with the men to stop.

Sarah bent down to check on me and as we made eye contact I could see she was deeply frightened. Before she could speak, one of the men grabbed her and made her stand. 

"Give her some of that shit to help her relax." I heard the leader order.

I was able to see one of his men reach into his pocket and pull out a small vial. He grabbed Sarah by the neck and as she struggled, he forced her mouth open and emptied its contents inside. The man forced her mouth closed and massaged her throat making her swallow the liquid. Sarah was now whimpering and shaking in total terror. I had to try and protect her so I used all my strength to try and get up. The last thing I remember was a sneaker covered foot coming straight for my head.

I don't know how long I was out but when I awoke I was laying in the room at the foot of the bed in a fetal position. One of the men had left and the other was standing near the damaged door with his attention drawn to the bed. He was well over 6 foot tall and heavy, probably pushing 270 pounds.

From my position on the floor, all I could see on the bed was the naked calves and feet of a black man as they hung partially off the end. All the sound in the room centered on the part of the bed I couldn't see and filled in any missing information.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh...that's good pussy" came out in a steady rhythm from the black leader as the bed shook.

I could hear Sarah in low whisper saying "Stop. Please stop"

My beautiful darling Sarah was being raped before me and I didn't have the strength to do anything about it.

The black man continued his incessant jackhammer assault on my wife. I was able to roll slightly to one side so that my view now included seeing his ass raising and falling into Sarah and his arms under her knees pushing her legs up almost to her chest.

He raised up on his knees and grabbed Sarah around her waist and started pulling her into his cock. In this position, I could see his entire back which, like his arms, was covered in tattoos. He took her like this for several minutes before falling back on top of her so that I no longer could see his torso. 

His sexual assault never slowed. He was like a marathon runner who had set a pace and was going to keep it during the entire event. It was a deliberate and relentless motion that continued on longer than I would have expected. I could hear him whispering to her in almost a chant like voice that matched the rhythm of the noise of the bedsprings but could not make out what was being said.

Another sound began to emerge from the coupling as I lay there listening. It was the sound a pussy makes during sex when it is very wet. I wondered whether her body was betraying her or whether the drug they had given her was causing her to lose control. I could also hear her breathing getting deeper and her pleadings slowed and then stopped altogether. 

"Damn this pussy is getting hot!" The leader blurted out to no one. He followed it up by telling her. "You like this big cock don't you bitch? Squeeze your pussy around my cock. Yeah that's it, milk it good"

"Fuck her good, Will." The man at the door said encouraging his boss as he squeezed his cock through his pants.

My god I thought. What is she doing? What did they give her to make her so far gone?

And then very faintly, over the other sounds came an "Uhhh..."

Soon her soft pants were matching pace with his own louder grunts. I noticed his hands were no longer under her knees but she kept her legs raised giving him deep and full access to her body. Will continued to whisper to her and whatever was being said caused her moans and sighs to increase in frequency and volume.

We all knew before her orgasm hit her what was going to happen. Sarah's legs were pointed straight at the ceilings and her sounds took on an urgent tone. When she did cum it was deep and long. I could see her feet kicking in the air and over and over she pleaded "Don't stop, don't stop" as she sobbed oblivious to the others in the room witnessing the spectacle. I found myself completely numb on the floor knowing that our relationship would never be the same.

Will fucked her through her orgasm and kept hammering into her without slowing. It was only a short while before he had flamed her arousal again and she was fucking him back.

"Damn baby you are a good fuck. These nipples are so hard they are going to cut my chest." He told her then added. "You are going to be a good whore for me and make me some good money" 

Soon Will's thrusting became more urgent and as I lay there I saw his ass clench and a roar come from him as he emptied himself into my wife. Hearing Sarah's moans and grunts it was clear she had climaxed as well.

For several minutes after, the room was quiet save for the deep breathing coming from the bed. Suddenly, Will spoke and said "Dante go get Natalie and have her come here."

Moments later, he rose from the bed and I could see his now flaccid cock hanging between his legs. It was maybe an inch or so longer than mine but much fatter and a string of fluid dripped from the tip before finally separating and falling to the floor. He reached down and grabbed Sarah by the arm and pulled her to a standing position. I could see her eyes were glazed, which I assumed was from the drug, and there were love bites all over her breasts and neck. Her pussy was red and swollen and very wet with a small trickle of their juices running down the inside of her thigh. She glanced at me then quickly looked away. Was is disgust at me for not protecting her or was it her own shame for cumming at the hands of this black man I wondered?

"Bitch gets your ass in the bathroom and clean yourself up. Its time to make some money.' He told her coldly. Any of the feelings that seemed to be there during the coupling were now gone.

Sarah tried to talk her way out saying "Please. I don't want to do this. Haven't we done enough already?"

His response surprised me. I had expected him to get angry and maybe even hit her. Instead, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to him, put his hand on her naked ass and gave her a deep soulful kiss. Sarah didn't actively return the kiss but nor did she fight it. When they broke, he said "Baby you know what you promised me now don't make me angry. Do what you said."

Sarah walked quietly to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Will saw me looking up from the floor and bent down and taunted "How you doing there? You see your wife cum on my cock? She's a good fuck."

He could see the anger in my eyes but showed no care as he continued laughing. "You know she told me if I let her cum she would do the whoring and make me some money. I think she wants to be a whore. Maybe this ain't no game after all" 

The door opened and Dante stood there with the black hooker from the street corner we had seen earlier. She was wearing a minidress that looked out of place on her plump body which was thirty pounds overweight. Natalie looked down at me without any particular concern and then looked at Will who spoke "Baby, that slut that was on your corner is going to work for me. She's in the bathroom cleaning up from the fucking I gave her. I want you to take her on the street and break her out. Get her the room next door. We'll stay here and hang out for a while to make sure it goes okay.'

Sarah came out of the bathroom dressed and walked to Will who said "You owe me money. I don't care how you get it. You can do it in one trick or fifty but you ain't leaving till I get it if it takes a month. Go with Natalie here and do what she say."

Sarah looked like she would burst into tears as she stepped around me and left with Natalie. Will turned on the old beat up TV and sat down flipping channels. After a moment he said to Dante "Get him up and in a chair in front of the window. I want him to see who his wife is spreadin for. Turn out the lights and open the curtains so we can see out but they can't see in."

Dante helped me into a chair and then moved it in front of the window, turned out the lights and opened the curtain. I could see the parking lot and part of the street where the girls worked but not the corner.

"Let me tell you this won't take long. Your wife is going to get lots of attention." He laughed.

Sure enough, it was only fifteen minutes later that we saw a beat up old dodge trailing smoke pull into the parking lot and stop in front of the next room. Sarah stepped out of the passenger side and a forty something overweight bald man got out of the drivers side. He was wearing a t-shirt shirt and dirty jeans with his belly rolling over the top. I cringed at the though of my beautiful Sarah beneath this dirty older man. 

The black men had peeked out to see as well and Will spoke as if reading my mind. "Bet your wife never thought she would have an dick like that in her sweet pussy."

They entered the room and we couldn't hear any sounds for a long time. Again, as if reading my mind Will spoke. "She's probably sucking him. We'll hear it soon."

Five minutes later came the unmistakable sound of a headboard slapping the intervening wall. These motel walls must have been paper thin because we could hear the man's grunts as he fucked Sarah. He didn't last long and I never heard a sound from Sarah during the sex. Five minutes after the sounds ended, the door to the room opened and the man stepped out got into his car and drove away. Shortly after that, Sarah exited and then knocked on our door.

As soon as she entered Will said. "Give me the money bitch."

She looked ragged with her makeup partly smeared and her hair somewhat disheveled. Also, there looked to be a sheen of sweat on her arms, neck and legs. Sarah handed over $150 to which Will said. "Bitch you're selling your pussy too cheap. What the fuck is this?"

Sarah replied. "It's all he had and Natalie said I had to."

That seemed to satisfy him and he called Natalie to come get Sarah and walk her back to the corner. In addition, he warned her that I would be "fucked up" if she tried to run or do anything stupid. We made eye contact as she waited and I could see that the drug was having an effect as her eyes were glazed and she seemed dazed. She looked at me with a resigned stare which made me feel useless. Natalie arrived before long and once again they left together to return to the corner.

As we sat there waiting, Will decided to taunt me some more "Hey motherfucker, you ever get your wife to cum like that? Ya know once she got going she was squeezing my cock with her pussy and telling me how good it felt."

"Damn." Dante replied as I sat there dumbfounded at this revelation.

"It's the damn drugs you gave her!" I yelled at them to which they both just laughed.

"Ain't the juice asshole. Bitch got her first good fuck." He answered in a condescending voice.

Twenty minutes went by and then a Ford F-150 pickup pulled in front of the room and once again Sarah got out from the passenger side. This time her customer was a tall skinny cowboy type. Dante looked at me and laughed. "Gotta be careful with the skinny white boys. They's the ones with big dicks."

Again, there was silence for a while and then the bed began banging. We could hear the man grunting as before but this time Sarah's sounds could be heard too which elicited the response from Dante. "Yep, that white boy got a big dick."

The cowboy lasted about five minutes before we heard him cum. I expected to see him exit but a further ten minutes went by and then we heard the bed banging again. Will turned to us and said. "I guess he paid for a full hour."

The cowboy's previous climax must have given him some staying power because they fucked for a long time. This time Sarah was actually louder than her customer and as we sat there we listened as she moaned through an orgasm. This must have excited him as he came shortly after her.

I sat there thoroughly humiliated as silence again enveloped the next room. As before, the man left and Sarah came over soon with the same glazed look in her eyes and handed over $250 this time. 

Will took the money and then took Sarah by the hand and led her away from Dante and I to the far end of the room. He pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard as he used his hands to raise her top above her breasts and then fondle them.

"Sarah, stop!" I screamed at her and I saw her body flinch but he kept his hold on her refusing to let her break away. When he ended the kiss she was flushed and panting. He took something from his pocket and put it in her mouth then moved his head next to hers and began whispering into her ear at a level that neither Dante or I could hear.

"Alright, we went through this bullshit and you got your money, its time for us to go." I demanded to the room.

"You can go soon asshole, just one more thing to do before you leave." Will answered. 

"What the hell is that?" I asked fearing the answer before it came.

"All my ladies have my mark. Your wife needs to get her mark now." He announced sending a shiver through me.

Will told Dante to go to the car and get the kit and then told Sarah to take her clothes off and lay on the bed. I said to her. "Sarah don't do this. They can't make you and we need to go." 

Sarah looked at me and replied with a sigh. "Let's just get it over."

Will instructed Sarah to strip. She was lying on the bed naked when Dante came in with a small leather kit that he placed on the table and opened. He pulled out a pair of forceps and a long needle along with a small ring with a tassel attached.

Will leaned down and took her left nipple into his mouth and sucked and nibbled on it causing Sarah's back to arch and a groan to come from her mouth. His fingers from his right hand began to gently massage Sarah's pussy. Over the next ten minutes, Will's attention brought my wife to a higher and higher state of arousal. He began forcibly finger fucking her with first two and then three fingers and then concentrated on her clit circling it slowly with a light touch. As she approached an orgasm, Will quit sucking on her nipple so that Dante could move in close and prepare. He locked her nipple into the forceps which made her yelp but the pain was overcome by the pleasure her pussy was feeling from Will's fingers. 

At the moment her orgasm hit, Dante extended her nipple with the forceps and drove the needle through the soft flesh. Will held her down by her shoulders and Dante snaked the ring through her nipple. Sarah's orgasm was so strong that she began ejaculating onto his hand and through his fingers onto the bed. To my knowledge, Sarah had never squirted before so the sight before me was truly intense. When Will pulled his hand away we could see Sarah's shaved pussy spasm with the look of a fish's mouth gasping for air. 

Sarah was still panting and moaning in her post orgasmic world when Will lifted her head and kissed her hard. This time, Sarah fully returned the kiss and I felt like an outsider guiltily watching two lovers together.

When he finished, Will went to Sarah's purse and took her drivers license and put it in his pocket then opened her cell phone and wrote down the number. Then, he turned back and said "Get the fuck out of here."

I slowly stood and helped Sarah get dressed as best I could. We struggled to the car together and drove silently back to the house. We quickly showered in separate bathrooms and then met and tumbled exhausted into bed. I held her but refrained from speaking as I was unsure where to start. I think Sarah was grateful for the silence and soon we were both asleep.

When we awoke the next morning I immediately tried to remove the nipple ring from Sarah. However, after fumbling with it she pushed my hand away declaring that she was too sore to be touched. I brewed a cup of tea and brought it to her in bed and lay next to her quietly as she sipped. I could sense the tenseness in her body and when I looked into her eyes there was, at the same time, a look of confusion and shame. I tried to talk with her about what had transpired but she took my hand and asked if we could discuss it later.

The rest of the day we stumbled about the house trying to stay busy but not really doing anything. It was awkward as I had many questions to ask and had to force back my impatience. During the afternoon, as I walked down the hall I glanced in the bathroom and through the reflection of the mirror I could see Sarah examining the ring and tassel. I was able to watch unnoticed and then backed down the hall so I would not be detected.

Finally, the darkness of evening arrived and I poured each of us a large glass of wine and brought them to the living room where she sat reading. 

"Sarah, I really think we need to discuss what happened." I stated to her in a calm measured voice as I handed her the glass.

"Okay, let's talk." Sarah responded as she took a sip of the wine.

"Sweetheart I am so sorry for what happened. I'm ashamed I wasn't able to protect you and stop what happened." I apologized fighting back tears.

"There was nothing you could have done. There was nothing either of us could have done. It just happened." She replied in a tone that left me wondering if she was sincere.

"Well sweetheart talk to me. Tell me how are you feeling and what I can do to help you." I asked pleadingly.

Sarah took a deep breath and slowly exhaled and then said "Why don't you ask me what you really want to know?"

"What do you mean." I replied almost stuttering but knowing exactly what she meant.

"You want to ask me how could I possibly have had an orgasm with a black pimp." she said as she looked directly into my eyes.

"No, that's not what I was thinking. I know the situation was out of control." I lied.

"Chris, stop it. I saw how you looked at me." She said starting to cry softly.

"Sarah, when I came to he was already raping you. Why don't you just tell me what happened." I asked thinking is was a non-confrontational way of getting her to open up.




A Game Gone Wrong



"Chris, after they kicked you I tried to come to you and help but Will held me back. I was kicking at him and screaming for him to let me go but he took me over to the bed and threw me on it." She began and then paused.

"Go on." I said.

"He pulled all my clothes off then left me lying there while he got undressed. He lay down next to me and began using his hands on my body and then pushed my head down to his crotch and made me take him in my mouth." She explained while she stared at my face.

"I'm so sorry." I said again. Even though it wasn't near enough, it was all I could think of to say.

Without responding to my apology, she continued but quickly lost control. "And then he pushed me back and put it inside and...and he started doing it and I wanted it over but it wouldn't end and then he started saying all kinds of nasty things and it started feeling good and I couldn't fight it. My God I feel so dirty!"

"Honey you were drugged. It's not your fault." I said taking my crying wife into my arms.

"Oh Chris he put his semen in me. How can you ever want me again?" She forced out between choked sobs.

I guided her to the bedroom and stripped her then myself while she continued to cry then we climbed beneath the sheets and I held her close and stroked her hair while she sobbed. I thought about asking her about the cowboy making her orgasm and the squirting but decided that was best left for later.



A Game Of 20 Questions #1-4



One of my friends was bored, and so decided to play a game of "20 Questions". We both figured that because I am a virgin (at least that’s what I told him), that it would be boring for me to answer them truthfully. So I decided to answer 5 out of those 20 questions with just a tad bit of my imagination. Here's numbers 1 through 4...

1) Ever have sex with someone you just met?

Yes, I was young and naive, and so I listened to my body rather than my mind. He was the uncle of my niece's friends. Very cute, charming, and had a very big dick; a very dangerous combination for a young thing like me. One night he hit me with a kiss and I was instantly his. The kids were outside, so we headed straight to the big comfy bed and Boy could he entertain! He knew just how to kiss, where to kiss, and how to nibble his way into my wet kitty. Once that big stick slid inside my pussy, all of my plans of love and marriage flew out the window straight to hell and never came back for a long time. First, it was just a little bump and grind. But with his every bump, my no's became yes! & With his every grind my protests became moans of pure delight. 

2) Ever have group sex?

I was walking home from band practice, late one night, when a group of maybe 3 or 4 guys came up to me out of nowhere. One of them covered my mouth with tape where I couldn't scream, while another bonded my feet and hands together. Then they pulled me into the back of the van, and it felt like we rode around for hours before we finally ended up at a house that was very beautiful inside with more than enough to "play" in. Throughout the whole mess I tried to get away, but of course, I could've saved all of my energy since they were much stronger and visibly had no intensions of letting me escape so easily, especially not anytime soon. In the van, they gave me a pretty good idea of what they wanted with me, touching my virgin body in a rough manor, kissing me, saying some very derogatory things to me that sent chills running up and down my spine. One of the guys, whom I later learned was Scott, was very cute with his baby blue eyes, black hair, had a muscular about 6'2 frame, and seemed to be the leader of the pack. 

He wedged himself in between my legs, leaned over me until his nose was only a breath away from mine, looked me dead in my eyes which were filled with fear and tears, ran his hands up and down my body pausing to kneed and caress my breast and then to finger my twat. My heart was beating a mile a minute while I thought to myself, "This couldn't possibly be happening. I'm dreaming. Oh no worse, I'm having a nightmare and pretty soon I'll wake up and this will all be over". But even as I was thinking it I knew there was no hope. He was still molesting me, pumping my twat, and holding me in such a way that made me want to scream louder than humanly possible. My screaming seemed to be giving him more energy. Because the louder I screamed, the harder he pumped. It was as though it didn't matter that I screamed so much, so loud. We must have been pretty far away from humanity, because I just know that I was yelling loud enough for about two or three houses to hear me. Next came, John.... 

3) Do you masturbate?

Yes, Every time I'm in the bathtub. Once I decided to have a little fun. I slid a toothbrush; head first, in and out of my pussy. The bristles felt good sliding against the skin of my sensitive pussy, but the hard head of the brush was awful. So I turned it around to use the other end, which didn’t feel too good because even sliding two of them in at a time, they weren’t thick enough to "fill" me. So I’m still "experimenting", trying to find something just the right size with some ridges or some kind of a rough (but safe) surface that will give me the feeling that I’m longing for.

4) Have you ever primped for an after noon or evening (or both) devoted exclusively for a masturbation session?

Primped? No, I’ve never well *smiles* actually I have, spent a whole day (several) afternoons actually, but not consecutively, squeezing, twitching, rubbing, and twisting my nipples while daydreaming about every possible totally wild and vivid scenario one could think of. & I most definitely take care of my needs every single evening. I could’ve made millions of movies by now based on these dreams and "sessions" of mine, and I’m not exaggerating.



A Game Of 20 Questions #5



5) Have you ever had sex with more than one person in one day, but not at the same time? 

Yes...

My friend and I were on our way to the park one morning when this very handsome guy came up to us. After beating around the bush with small conversation, he was able to convince us that it was ok to go to his apartment with him. He was smart, seemed harmless, and had the most mesmerizing eyes that I have ever seen. He hailed a taxi, and my friend and I continued to melt in his charm along the way to his place.

After sitting on the couch waiting on our drinks (me some wine cooler, Alyssa some sprite, and he some root beer), we were checking out his nice crib: the pictures of what looks to be family, friends, and etc, when another guy comes in from the back of the apartment completely naked, casually squats on the floor in front of the TV, his back to us paying us no attention, not even so much as a "hello, how do ya do". While my friend and I were still in shock of his blunt nudity, in comes cute guy James with our drinks. He sits on my right, and the three of us gets into a conversation that has nothing to do with sex, and all the while he lays his hand in his lap. He eventually started a slow massage through his slacks, eventually maneuvering his zipper down. Watching my gaze, still keeping up with his end of the conversation, he worked his fingers into his pants, pulled out his beautiful rod and started "playing" with it. I was speechless... and wet. Meanwhile his gorgeous friend starts in on his own rod, turning around to face my friend who looks like she's watching the ball of a ping-pong match, her head going back and forth between cute guy #1's show and gorgeous guy #2's.

I don't know when James’s words stopped flowing and his lips captured mine, but somehow his tongue ended up in my mouth teasing and caressing my tongue. I don’t know if there was something in those drinks or not, but mine and my friend’s pussy were "itching" for some satisfaction, and we weren't going to stop trying to rub our cunts into the couch until we got it. Seeing this, the guys went into immediate action. Mr. Gorgeous Bobby slid over to Alyssa and without warning, lifted her skirt, moved her panties to the side, and went straight to her crouch. From the looks of it, he expertly ate her out, making her buckle and scream loud enough for the dead to hear. 

James worked his butterfly kisses down to my nipples, working his magic there while fingering, squeezing, twisting, pinching, and pulling my pussy. After bringing my friend and I to an orgasm, they took turns "experimenting" with our bodies, minus the fucking, until Alyssa and I collapsed. We woke up in separate rooms, in separate beds. I can only imagine what Gorgeous Bobby is doing to Alyssa right now. James soon turned my imagination into reality with his kisses and massages. I smiled sheepishly saying, "Mmm, will you marry me". He just grinned at me and continued to work his magic, descending for yet another mind-boggling kiss. I gasped as he started bumping, rocking, and grinding his rock hard cock into my soft petals. Mmm I didn't know I could moan as loud as I did. This continued for a few hrs, James bringing me to yet another orgasm, while he slowly slid his still rock hard penis into my soaking, cum scented twat. It took some effort, but he finally buried all 9 solid inches into my deliciously sore pussy. Then he started the age-old rhythm of pumping me: in and out around and about, gently bursting my cherry in the process. He paused to kiss my cries of pain away, and then continued the dance: thrusting around and about in and out. After our orgasms I was going to offer to return the favor, but he put his finger to my mouth, gently shushing me, and again kissed me senseless and started rocking my world all over again...

I'll tell you about Alyssa and Mr. Bobby another time...

Later on that day -yes, I was actually able to talk James into letting me go, can you believe it- after walking Alyssa home, a family friend drove up next to me and I accepted his offer of a ride home. After a while of making pleasant conversation he said he needed to make a detour stop along the way, and without thinking I okayed it, and we ended up at this beautiful two-story house. There were a lot of cars parked out front and music blasting. Sensing it was a party and this was only suppose to be a short stop, I declined his invitation to join him inside, and waited for him in the car. 

After about 15 minutes turned into about half an hr, still smelling like sex I decided to go in after him. The guy at the door was cute, but I wasn't interested in his wicked smile or his look of deep approval: I wanted him to fetch Meikal (pronounced Michael) so that we could haul tail up out of there and get the hell home. And in a different choice of words I politely told him so. He stepped aside and there was Meikal, deep in conversation with a few of his buddies. I walked over to him ignoring everyone's curious gaze and with a casual smile asked him if he was ready to go. After looking into my eyes for a while he let his gaze wonder over me, grabbed my right hand and said "c'mere", and pulled me down, into his lap, wrapping his arms around me. I was in total shock, but he smelled so good that I really didn't put up too much of a fight when he started nibbling on my ear, my neck, and my lips. 

When he opened his mouth for a really deep kiss, I thought to myself "Whoa way a minute. This is my family friend kissing me this way" and so started to pull away. But he would have none of that. He held me tighter with one arm snaked around me and the other holding my chin in just the right position, trying to make me surrender myself to him by merely kissing me with a hell of a lot of passion which, I admit, was almost working. I'm not really ready to give myself to him in front of a crowd of people that I don't know...am I? I sensed he could've continued for forever, but instead finally decided to come up for some air, wanting to see the expression on my face as he whispered "I want you" with more emotion than before, while nudging and nibbling on my neck. When he brought his lips back to mine for another kiss, I mentally kicked myself for not using those few free seconds to try to end it all right then and there. But damn it I couldn't believe that this was our sweet, innocent Meikal.

We stood up, he said his goodbyes, and I thought he was finally getting around to that ride home, but at one of the traffic lights he took my hand and started a sensual massage with his thumb that reeked total havoc with my brain. All thoughts of common sense just went "poof!" & he pulled me over to him, kissed me, and a look in his eyes told me this is far from over.

When we arrived at his place all hell broke loose. There was no turning back now...



A Game of Cards



There was a quiver in Willow's body as she stood before the bedroom of David and Sally. She's never gone as deep as this before. This was daring and erotic in a way that she had never felt.

She looked down and realised that she could risk exposing her body a little more. Slowly she opened her robe even further until the slit down her front revealed most of her caramel coloured breasts and abdomen. Enough to give David a massive hard on but covered up so that Willow could control his excitement.

She knocked on the door. There was no answer. Willow was about to try again when she decided that there was no point waiting and she opened the door. What met her eyes astounded her. David was dressed in a robe, similar to her own. At that moment he was kissing Sally on the neck, his hands round her body which was clothed in a dressing gown. One of David's hands was between her legs, almost as if he was trying to find a way through the silk to Sally's hot pussy. His eyes met Willow's gaze and held it for a second before he broke the kiss on Sally's neck and roughly pushed her away. Sally looked disappointed.

"I was beginning to enjoy that." she said.

"Our guest is here." replied David "I couldn't fuck you while she was in the room, could I?"

"Why not? It isn't the first time she's seen both of us naked." said Sally.

Willow looked round the room, lit only with a multitude of scented candles. The bed looked soft, warm and inviting with its sheets and a brass bed stead like a cage. She could just imagine her hands clamped around the struts as David or Sally went down on her. Beside the bed on the floor was a bottle of Champagne in an ice bucket. Next to that was some scented massage oil and what in the darkness looked like a vibrator although Willow couldn't be sure. There was also a comfortable chair next to the bed.

Sally walked over and looked Willow up and down.

"You look good, Willow." said Sally, her eyes blazing with impudent pleasure "it covers your tits well."

Willow smiled and opened her gown wide, letting Sally feast her gaze on her well developed breasts. The nipples were still hard from Willow's time in the shower. Sally kissed her on the lips, a deep, passionate kiss. Sally slowly felt down Willow's cleavage before tweaking her nipples.

David stepped between them, forcing them apart.

"Later, ladies. First we will play cards."

"And then?" asked Sally.

"And then we will play for real." he paused. "The prize is Sally."

"I'm the prize" whispered Sally. "What's the game?"

"The game is pontoon. Willow and I will play. Whoever wins each round will choose which garment you will remove. For example, the first round will see you remove your gown. What ever is beneath, and belive me I know what Sally's wearing, will be removed by our choice. Is everyone clear on the rules?" There was silence.

"Then we will begin."

Willow and David sat down whilst Sally stood in the centre of the room, a big smile on her face.

"What happens when I'm naked?" asked Sally.

"Then whoever wins the final round gets to fuck you in whatever position they like. You are our play thing and will do what ever we ask."

The cards were dealt and Willow picked them up.

In her hand was the three and ace of clubs. Willow counted the Ace as one and took the first card off the deck. A three of hearts. She repeated this two times. First there were a six of hearts and then a King of diamonds which made 23. She had busted.

David laid his cards on the floor, an Ace of diamonds & 5 of hearts. The next card he drew was the King of hearts. He decided to stick, thus winning the first round.

”Take off your night gown,” David commanded. With a look of erotic pleasure in her eye, Sally pulled the cord at her waist and opened the gown before letting the silk garment slide to the floor. Underneath she was wearing a black slip which showed off all her curves. With a rustle the gown fell to the discarded to the floor.

David collected the cards and dealt again.

This time Willow had the ten of spades and the nine of hearts. She decided to stick.

David had the King of clubs and the seven of diamonds. He decided to risk it drew another card from the deck. This turned out to be the nine of spades which busted him.

Willow took in a long breath and smiled at Sally in the centre of the room, standing alone, almost quivering with excitement.

"Can't I help her take her clothes off?" asked Willow.

"Not for the moment." said David.

"When can I?"

"When I say so."

Willow sighed in mock disappointment. She longed to help Sally take off her clothes, enjoying the slow erotic movements and the touch of the other woman's naked skin beneath hers.

"Very well," said Willow, "remove your nightdress."

Sally needed no further encouragement and her hands were immediately at her shoulders, slowly pulling the spaghetti straps down and easing the garment to the floor. Willow had expected Sally to be if not totally naked by now at least to be naked from the waist up. Instead, Sally had a half cut bra and French knickers on as well as stockings and suspenders. More cards were dealt and Willow realised that the game would continue for a few more rounds yet.

She picked up her cards and saw that this time she had the six of spades and the four of hearts. Willow reached over and took the nine of diamonds. She decided to stick.

David had the Jack of spades and the six of diamonds. He took another card which was the three of diamonds and decided to stick.

"I haven't decided what to do in the event of a drawn round."

"Then you do something for me." said Sally, "You take off both your gowns."

Willow realised that whilst sitting on the floor, her gown was open even further and her breasts were almost totally on show. 'What the hell,' she thought, 'it's not the first time both of them have seen my tits.' She stood up and peeled off her gown, enjoying the admiring gazes of both David and Sally as she stood there naked except for skimpy black panties which were already soaked with her wetness. David too stood up and removed his gown although he kept the cord and gestured for Willow to surrender hers. Underneath his gown, David wore nothing more than a pair of boxer shorts but his manhood was straining hard against the material.

"Very nice." said Sally, "now play some more. I want to be naked before the night is out!"

Willow's fourth hand consisted of the Jack of diamonds and the two of spades. Two more twists revealed the two of diamonds but she went bust as the second twist was the Jack of hearts.

David revealed his hand as the ace of spades and the Queen of hearts. A straight pontoon.

Sally unclipped her suspenders and pulled off her tights.

David took the sash from Willow's gown and took Sally by the hand. Roughly, he pushed Sally onto the bed tied her hands to the railings of the bed. He then took his own sash and tied a blindfold around Sally's eyes.

"Comfortable?" he enquired.

"Fuck you." said Sally jokingly.

"We'll take that as yes." said Willow, enjoying the spectacle of Sally spread before her on the bed.

Rapidly, David delivered more cards.

Willow now had the seven of clubs and the Queen of spades. She chose to stick.

David revealed his hand as the ten and eight of clubs.

He walked over to the bed and looked down at sally's submissive form. David lowered himself to the floor and kissed Sally's stomach, gently flicking her navel with his tongue. Sally's breasts heaved up and down, slowly, as her breathing became ragged.

"God, I'm almost ready to cum. Who is that?" gasped Sally.

"It's me," replied David

Slowly, with deliberate and calculated movements, he unclipped the bra at the front and bared her breasts to the night. Her nipples stood proud and true, aching to be pinched and tweaked, sucked and flicked with someone's tongue. David almost allowed his hand to invade her most intimate area when he remembered that the game was completely finished yet. He sat down on the floor and gestured for Willow to come over and to bring the pack of cards over for the final round.

For the first time in the game, Willow dealt. Willow had the nine and Queen of clubs. She decided to stick. David flipped his cards over, showing the seven of spades and the ace of hearts. He took a card which was the eight of diamonds. A final card was the ten of hearts.

"You have won the game." David said. "Claim your prize."

They both stood and gazed into each other eyes. Willow nodded and David reach out his hand to touch her bare nipple which was as hard as rock.

"You both deserve a prize." said Sally "Do with me what you will."

David sat down next to the chair as Willow climbed onto the bed and began to pull off Sally's French knickers. Sally arched her back and they came free with a short, sharp tug. Willow enjoyed the freedom of being able to feast her eyes on Sally's beautiful, delicate, naked form. She so wanted to make love to this woman but first she would extract as much pleasure as she could from the other woman.

Willow reached down from the bed and picked up the bottle of scented oil. Taking off the top, she poured a little onto her hands and began to massage it into Sally's breasts with gentle movements. Sally convulsed in pleasure as Willow moved up and down her body before moving to her sex. Willow realised that Sally was completely defenceless, lying on the bed naked, her arms bound securely above her head. Willow poured some more oil onto her hands and began to massage Sally’s tits, gently manipulating them with her thumbs.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum!” gasped Sally from between her teeth.

“Do you like that?” asked Willow

“Of course I do.” Willow bent her head and bit Sally hard on the nipple. Sally yelped, a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“I’m going to take off my panties,” whispered Willow as she pushed her hand into her knickers, finding the whisp of curls around her cunt and began to rub herself with smooth, easy movements. She could feel her juices leaking around her fingers.

"What are you doing?" asked Sally.

"I'm masturbating." breathed Willow "I've got my hand inside my panties right now and I'm rubbing my pussy for all it's worth." Willow removed her panties, letting David see her in all her naked glory.

"I wish I could see you." said Sally.

Willow climbed onto Sally, her legs around the other woman's head.

"Sally, I want you to eat my pussy out." commanded Willow.

Sally did as she was told, despite her blindness. Willow thrust her cunt into Sally's face and then let Sally's tongue pleasure her clitoris until Willow could hold back no longer and she climaxed explosively all over Sally's face.

Willow then knelt down on the bed and slowly traced around Sally's lips with her fingers before letting Sally gently taste Willow's cum on her fingers. She then kissed Sally again, her face moving down, nuzzling her breasts until she eased Sally's legs apart and licked around the wet, inviting cunt, enjoying the soft fuzzy mound around the pubic area.

Moans of pleasure escaped from Sally's mouth as Willow gently grazed her clitoris with her teeth, the moans increasing until Sally erupted, releasing all the pent up orgasmic juices that had been building all night. When Sally's climaxes had subsided, Willow stopped licking.

Willow heard a buzz from behind. She glanced back and saw David, now naked, his cock erect, advancing on them with a vibrator in his hand. Willow nodded and spread Sally's legs wide and invitingly. He turned the vibrator up to it's maximum setting and slammed it hard into Sally's waiting pussy. Sally's back arched and she screamed in orgasmic pleasure as it shook her too her very being. As she climaxed again, Willow took the vibrator from David and pulled it out, before pushing it in again. Sally thrashed about on the bed, her body climaxing again and again, expecting the vibrator to pleasure her some more when she felt David's rock hard manhood slam into her pussy, her body accepting smoothly.

"Oh God," Sally screamed "Yes, Yes YESSSSSS! Argh!"

Sally's pussy squeezed hard on his cock, forcing him deeper and deeper until finally he shot his load into her, in shuddering bursts, filling her hot, sticky interior with his cum. Willow sucked the other woman's nipples, increasing the pleasure until Sally's orgasms had finished and she lay on the bed, gasping for air.

David and Willow slowly untied Sally and took off her blindfold. Sally kissed them both, wrapping her arms around them as all three collapsed onto the bed, exhausted but happy. The last thing that Willow heard before sleep took her, was Sally gently kissing her on the lips and nipples. When morning came, they would still be naked in each others arms.



A Game of Cards



I was on a plane bound for Germany for the first time since Julia and I split up just less than three years ago. In that time we had not seen each other again though we had been in contact via email. As we slowly drifted over the clouds I flicked through some old photos that I'd transferred back to my camera. My head filled with past memories and what we would talk about: the principle topic being the possibility of us getting back together. After we had broken-up on that bitterly cold New Year's Eve morning we parted on excellent terms. Nevertheless, it was a highly emotional time for us both. At first it was all tears and devastation. In order to overcome this we soon developed a particularly black sense of humour to make light of the situation. I had teased her that it was inevitable that we would have 'break-up sex' that night but she had convincingly dismissed any such notion. I had known that it was renowned for being especially intense and highly-charged and so had considered it to be something that, given the circumstances, I wanted to experience and would allow me to temporarily forget my misery.

That evening we struggled to eat at all. The turmoil had killed our appetites and my throat was simply too dry and choked with emotion to accept much food. I had just pushed my plate to one side when I caught sight of a fierce intensity in Julia's eyes. We leapt at one another, feeding ferociously on each other's lips and necks. Until that moment we had typically favoured prolonged passion that teased, delighted and gradually built up to a massive mutual crescendo. However on that night neither of us had any interest in developed foreplay: we simply needed an outlet for our anger, grief and inner turbulence. We tore the clothes of each other in a manner possessed, as our kisses became increasingly aggressive. Julia flung herself onto the kitchen table regardless of the unwashed plates and crockery nearby. She lay back, spread her legs wide and beckoned me forth. I plunged deep into her sopping wet pussy with my throbbing erection and began a sustained attack on her pleasure spot with my thumb, slick with her lubricant that spilled onto her thighs. Every thrust I made forced the table to bang against the wall, causing the pots and plates to leap about and add to the tremendous noise. Through all the sounds her moans of joy swept over me, inducing me to increase the speed even further, until we reached a breathless wild frenzy. Moments later our giant emotional eruption came powerfully and simultaneously.

The next day we could not keep our hands off each other. I had never wanted to break-up but living in distant, different countries had proved insurmountable. Thus, we had separated without there being a fundamental problem in the relationship itself. We even discussed the possibility of getting back together in the future after she graduated. It was with all these thoughts in mind that I was travelling to Germany to see her for the first time again, after so long. I had decided that I must guard against appearing too keen as I didn't want her to think that she could just have me at the drop of a hat, though in my heart I knew she probably could.

After having made my way through security I passed through the final door out into the main entrance area of the airport. I scanned the surrounding faces in search of hers but all I could see were loads of guys holding up pieces of paper with various unknown names. I went beyond this horde and it was then that I saw her. For a few seconds she didn't see me, which permitted me the luxury of taking in her beautiful long locks and slender body. She turned towards me and her face lit up as our eyes met. Her features seemed even more striking than I remembered; her pale blue eyes sparkled, her cute little nose lightly twitched and her deliciously pink lips parted into a wide smile. When we embraced I couldn't help but contemplate what might lie ahead.

We arrived at Julia's flat, the very same one in which we had broken up three years earlier. All that had changed since then was that Julia had moved into one of the larger bedrooms and that her former flatmates had been replaced with a girl called Suzannah and a guy who had gone home for the weekend. We had just come in through the door when a colourfully dressed girl burst out of the door at the end of the hall.

"Hi, you must be Daniel," she said, smiling.

"And I guess you must be Suzannah. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise. Please, call me Suzy. By the way, I like your camera; what model is it?"

"It's a 40D. I got it last year. Are you into photography too?"

"I dabble a bit when I have the time. I must confess I've been looking forward to meeting you for a while now."

"Oh really, why's that?"

"Well, judging by the way Julia has talked about you it sounds like you are one of the world's most popular ex-boyfriends."

"That's nice to hear," I grinned.

"I would struggle to find even a few kind words to describe my last boyfriend but Julia here simply never has a bad word to say about you."

My heart was warming on hearing this, though if either of them knew how much trouble I was having trying to avert my gaze from Suzy's ample chest then maybe they would have changed their minds. I looked to Julia who was understandably a little embarrassed and blushing at Suzy's revelations.

"Well, yes. Thanks for that Suzy. Why don't you make yourself useful and go and put the kettle on," said Julia, regaining her composure.

"You mean before I tell him any more?"

"Something like that. Anyway I know he could do with a cup of tea."

"You know me too well. I just need to unpack a few things first though, if that's OK?"

"Yeah, sure. This is my room now," she said, gesturing to the spacious room on her right.

I swiftly took my bags inside, took out what I needed, and headed into the kitchen. When I got there the two girls were already sitting down at the table, with three mugs of tea on it. The sight of the table caused my mind to return to that scene in my head of us frantically 'consummating' our break-up. On seeing me standing motionless in the doorway the girls broke off their conversation.

"Are you OK?" asked Suzy.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"You seemed to be in a world of your own for a moment there."

"I was just...umm...yeah, thinking about something," I spluttered, fearing that Julia would immediately guess what had occupied my mind.

On the flight I had repeatedly reminded myself to avoid indulging in too much nostalgia around Julia for fear of appearing to have not moved on at all in life -- something that I thought she would find unattractive.

"So, what are your plans for the evening?" asked Suzy.

"I don't know. We'll probably go out for some dinner and maybe watch a film or something," said Julia. "How about you?"

"Well, I have something already planned so I won't be able to join you unfortunately. Though I'm sure you have a lot to catch up on so I wouldn't want to intrude on your romantic evening."

Both Julia and I were a little stung by this overt insinuation as the potential rekindling of our romance was something unspoken, which neither of us wished to prematurely bring into the open. Thankfully, Julia appeared to share my feeling that if either of us were to protest it would only serve to strengthen Suzy's assumptions.

"What are you up to then?" I probed, eager to deflect the attention away from our evening.

"I'm just going out for a few drinks with friends from my course. I'll try not to disturb you too much when I come in."

"That's alright. We'll probably be awake anyway," said Julia.

"Doing what, I wonder?"

"Watching the film. Weren't you listening earlier?" I said in jest, relishing this battle of wits.

"Yes, I was listening. I just thought that the film will have finished by the time I come home and that you may be doing something else," she said with a knowing smile.

"Like sleeping," I suggested.

"But Julia just said you'd probably be still awake. Perhaps she has something else planned for you tonight?"

"Or perhaps we'll still be watching the film," I countered.

"Yeah, that is possible. If that is the case perhaps I'll pop in to watch the end of the 'film', if that's OK?" she said sarcastically.

"Yes, you'd be more than welcome," smiled Julia, shaking her head slightly at Suzy's continued onslaught. "Do you fancy going for a walk to escape this inquisition?" she asked, turning to me.

"Yeah, that sounds good."

"Aww, have I scared you away so soon after arriving? How nasty of me!" said Suzy.

"Don't worry, you haven't scared me away. Anyway, you know what they say about people, who enjoy nosing about in the private lives of others, don't you?"

"No. Tell me, what do they say?"

"It's a sign that the person isn't getting enough themselves."

"Enough what?" she said, feigning innocence and trying to coax the word out of me.

"C'mon, you're a clever girl. Use your imagination."

She laughed a little and smiled at my response. She saw that she was not the only one who was able to tease verbally. Julia and I got up to go and prepare ourselves for our walk. As we did so Suzy appropriately found the opportunity to have the final word.

"Enjoy your walk and dinner. Perhaps I will see the two of you later, whether the film has finished or not."

We had a pleasant walk and dinner, both of which involved some reminiscing as well as sharing several stories from our lives during the past few years. When we returned home it was already dark and getting rather cold. Over dinner we had enjoyed several glasses of wine and were already feeling light-headed so I was slightly surprised when Julia opted to break open another bottle when we arrived home. As we headed to her room I wondered whether her taste in films had changed at all. The last time we had watched together had been on New Year's Day, the day after we had split-up, when we had watched a film about two very passionate and promiscuous famous Latin American artists. As the film had gone on showing the tribulations of the artists regularly interspersed with scenes of wild lovemaking I became increasingly certain of what would follow the film: our own interpretation of their prolonged, emotionally-charged romps. Sure enough, my expectations had not only been fulfilled but surpassed: the sex that day was tear-inducingly blissful and without doubt the most erotic of my life.

Not long after sitting down it became clear that both of us had more interest in talking further rather than watching a film. Julia asked after the well-being of two of my friends, whom she had met twice during our time together.

"They are both fine; though I haven't spoken to either of them in a while."

"Do you remember that time we stayed at their place in London?"

"Yeah. We stayed in their spare room with that really uncomfortable mattress."

"That's right. I will never forget those springs digging into my back. Do you remember that card game we played where the loser got spanked with a tea-towel? I kept losing and having to take punishment hits from you all. Everyone took pity on me and went gently except for you, who simply couldn't help but show off your skills with a tea-towel in hand."

"Haha, yes, I do remember that. You know what I'm like when I'm faced with a test of skill: it's impossible for me not to try and perform to the best of my ability."

"Yeah, but it was whipping with a tea-towel! How can you take that seriously?" she laughed.

"I just enjoy the action so much that I can't resist the temptation. It's so satisfying to hear that sharp snap and to know that your technique was perfect."

"You're weird," she said in jest. "Anyway, tonight I want to play a different card game with you."

"Oh aye. What's that then?"

"I've always wanted to play it but never had the chance until now."

"C'mon, tell me what is it?"

"OK. I want you to play strip poker with me."

I gasped a little out of surprise. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, totally."

"Alright, but what rules do we use?" I asked, with a traceable hint of excitement in my voice.

"Well, I confess that I looked on the internet and the best rules seem to be simple five-card draw, with the loser of each hand losing an item of clothing."

"And can you remember the poker hand rankings I taught you?"

"Yes. I did check them again online but I was surprised at how well I remembered them. You must have taught me well."

"And what happens to the first person to get naked? Do we have to do dares or something until the other person is also naked?"

"Yeah, we can do that if you want. Are you sure you want to play?", she asked hesitantly.

"Yes of course I'm sure. How many items of clothing do you have? I only have four if you count socks as one."

"If socks are one, then I have six. If I take my jacket off now though, I'll be down to five."

"That still leaves me at a disadvantage though."

"But c'mon, you are a more experienced poker player than I am and I think you should start with an item less as punishment for the tea-towel spankings."

"OK. I suppose that's kind of fair. How about some extra rules? I mean, when my friends and I play drinking games we have a 'no celebration' rule. Any hint of celebration results in a punishment."

"Yeah, that sounds fun. I assume that the punishment means losing an item of clothing, yes?"

"Yeah, that works fine. Where are your cards?"

"I'll just go and get them."

As she stood, I couldn't take my eyes off her figure, knowing that soon she would be naked. I allowed my imagination to drift a little further, considering what dares I could use if I were to win the game.

"Found them. OK, so let's play," she declared, sitting down and then shuffling the cards. "How about we have a 'no swearing' rule as well? So that when you lose a hand you have to restrain yourself as well."

"Go on then. Though I think it'll help you more than it'll help me."

"That's the idea!" she said, with a wide smile.

She swiftly dealt the cards and I was left staring at a pair of sixes and little else. I really did not want to lose the first hand and give her a two-piece advantage. I peered over my cards at her; her expression revealed scant information. I took three cards, she took two. I nervously showed my two sixes and looked straight to her reaction. I could tell she had lost before she threw down her pair of threes.

"Yes!" I exclaimed, relieved to have won the first hand. I sat back content.

"Ah, was that not a celebration just there, mister?"

I let out a deep sigh of frustration, realising that it was pointless arguing: although modest, it was clearly a celebratory reaction. We both removed our socks, both visibly a little too eager to get on with the game. I cursed myself for having suggested the additional rule. The wine was making it difficult to restrain myself and I had been so transfixed on winning that I'd forgotten not to celebrate.

"My deal," I announced.

This time I got a three-flush and an ace. Julia drew three cards, making me think she already had a pair. Another two hearts to complete my flush was highly unlikely so I cast them away along with the fourth card in search of pairing the ace. Luckily I hit. Julia seemed relatively pleased with her hand and quickly displayed her two kings. I feigned a defeated look before flipping over my aces.

"Scheiße! I thought I'd won that one," she cried.

"Wuh-hay!" I cheered, on account of the swear word.

It was only then she realised what she had said.

"Nooo! Does that mean I have to take off two things?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Surely your jeering counts as a celebration as well though?"

I reproached myself once again for my incautious reaction, though thankfully managed to avoid swearing. Her outburst had taken me completely by surprise as she very rarely swore. Clearly the alcohol and the tense nature of events were getting to her. I took a moment to consider whether to first remove my jeans or my t-shirt, before opting to lose the t-shirt. I stood up, lifted my top over my head and performed a silly little bow, hoping to lighten the mood in preparation for Julia's double whammy.

"You're turn!" I said.

She got to her feet, paused, and then followed suit by haltingly lifting her top up over her breasts, shoulders and head. Her breasts had never been the largest but they were delightfully formed. For the moment though her black lacy bra hugged them tightly, revealing only a fraction of their shapeliness. Nevertheless, they held my attention, which she clearly noticed.

"Now for my jeans, I suppose?" she ventured.

"Either that or your bra," I retorted.

"Haha, very funny. No, I think you'll have to wait a bit longer for that," she said as she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.

Again, she paused momentarily to observe my reaction. She began to ease them down but again paused when only the top half of her panties was showing. She checked again to ensure that she had my attention but this time her gaze penetrated a little further. After a few seconds holding me spellbound, she resumed her task. Once her jeans had fallen past her hips I was able to admire the outlines of her sex under her surprisingly risqué choice of underwear. Previously she had not been a big fan of overtly provocative clothing but she had patently developed a taste for it since we had split up. Her matching bra and panty ensemble couldn't fail to set my pulse racing.

"That's quite an outfit!"

"Thanks, I hoped you would appreciate it."

"Yeah, it's very nice. But I know that what lies underneath is even more beautiful."

She smiled back at me. We were down to two pieces each. Neither of us could afford any more silly mistakes if we were to win. As she dealt the next hand we were silent, in determined concentration. The game had evidently stirred our highly competitive natures. I knew that if I lost this hand I would have to reveal the exact state of my excitement. Two Queens stared me in the face. I discarded the other three cards but my draw missed completely. Julia drew one and swiftly laid down a straight. I chucked away my hand and exhaled deeply.

"Your turn to strip, I believe?" she said.

"No need to look quite so smug about it."

I decided to imitate the way she removed her trousers by pausing to gauge her reaction. The first time I stopped I managed to catch her looking at my crotch but the second time I paused to look, she feigned utter disinterest in my stripping. I stepped closer, trying to induce her attention, when suddenly she leaped forward like a cat, playfully snapping shut her jaw as if trying to bite me. I responded in fashion by jumping back and guarding my swollen package with my hands.

"Take your hands away then. Covering yourself is strictly not allowed."

I relented, allowed my hands to fall to my sides, and exposed the full extent of my arousal.

"I'm pleased to see you're enjoying the game so much."

I nodded. "It's actually more difficult than I had imagined."

"Yes, it's surprisingly embarrassing considering we've seen each other naked before. I suppose it's been such a long time that it feels quite new," she replied.

"That's true. I don't think we've ever stripped for each other in such a direct way either. Presenting yourself like this makes you feel quite vulnerable."

"It does, doesn't it? I mean, we are not even naked yet and already I feel strangely exposed.

"Best not lose the next hand then," I said with a wink.

This time the cards looked to be stacked against me. My first five cards were all weak and unconnected. I desperately didn't want to lose, to be naked first, nor to perform the first dare. Yet with these cards I looked to be doomed to that fate. I gambled by changing all five cards but didn't look to see what the draw had given me. Julia had taken two and now laid down her hand of two Jacks.




A Game of Cards



"Not bad," I said. "Let's have a look at what I've got."

I decided to draw out the hand a little by turning over my cards one by one.

The first card: Ace of clubs! My eyes went to Julia, who already looked a touch concerned.

Second card: 5 of hearts. I still needed to pair my ace.

Third card: 2 of spades; again no help to me. Given the renewed expression of hope on her face Julia looked to be readying herself to the prospect of watching me get naked. My only hope was that if I lost, she at least celebrated. By revealing one card at a time I hoped to increase her tension and tease out a celebration.

Fourth card: 4 of diamonds.

"Seems like somebody desperately needs an ace to avoid defeat, and I know much you hate to lose," she exclaimed.

"That's OK. I don't think I'm going to get an ace somehow."

"Let's hope not. C'mon then, turn it over."

My hand was shaking noticeably as I reached for my single remaining face-down card. The outcome of this hand felt as if it was as important as if I were playing for real money online. The room was silent except for Julia's quiet chanting, "don't be an ace, don't be an ace". I took the card between finger and thumb and slowly rotated it. Julia saw the card before I did and instantly exploded with joy.

Amidst her laughter she managed to say, "I don't care about my punishment for celebrating because you have lost, boy!"

I looked at the card for myself and sure enough it wasn't an ace. I had practically given up hope on winning the hand and hence been more intent on watching Julia's reaction to make sure that I would spot even the faintest sign of celebration. As it turned out my careful observation was unnecessary. I remained seated, taking in each delicate curve of her body.

"What are you waiting for? You have to lose your boxer shorts," she said.

"Unfortunately, I don't. Take another look at the cards."

The cool confidence in my voice registered instantly in her expression. Her alluring, pale blue eyes narrowed to examine the cards more closely.

"Ach, du Schwein!" she screamed at me, as she realised that my final card, the 3 of spades, had given me a very fortuitous straight.

I brought my hand to my bare chest and breathed out theatrically with relief.

"You wouldn't believe how difficult it was for me to stop myself celebrating that hand. I only noticed the possibility of a straight after the fourth card."

"I thought I had won the game," she lamented.

"But now, instead, you have lost. How cruel!" I said, a little too gloatingly.

"Lost? No, I've just lost the hand, not the game."

"Yeah, you lost the hand. Plus you had that enthusiastic celebration, remember?"

"That can't count surely. I mean, I didn't even win the hand!"

"But it was still a celebration and a rather big one at that. I believe there was even an insult in there that came close to swearing."

"What did I call you? A 'schwein'? Nah, that is definitely not a swear word."

"I'll let you off with that one, seeing as you are going to have to get naked anyway."

This caused her to wince slightly: her pretty little nose twitched uncomfortably and she held her tongue between her lips. I thought I'd best not comment further as I didn't want to add to her visible discomfort. She slowly stood up and reached behind her back. I couldn't wait to see her again in all her glory. Quietly, she unclasped her bra and slipped it over her shoulders, revealing her pert breasts with their deliciously pink nipples, which appeared to be ever so slightly aroused.

"Satisfied?" she asked.

"Not yet. But I will be in a minute once you have finished undressing and my victory is complete."

"Just you wait until we get to the dares; you'll regret your gloating then."

"What have you got in mind?"

"Wouldn't you like to know? I guess I have to lose them first though," she said flirtatiously, indicating her knickers.

As she bent over to remove her panties, her breasts hung down making them appear more fulsome and even more enticing. I was sure that she was well aware of the sight that she was presenting to me. In a flash she whipped down her underwear, stood naked for a fraction of a second, and sat back down on the sofa. Just to be sure she crossed her legs.

"Hey, that's not fair!" I cried.

"I did what I had to do. Now let's get on with the next hand so I can even things up."

I would have dearly loved to have been able to get her to perform a dare even before I was fully undressed but it was not to be: parity was to be quickly restored. I stood before her, enjoying her intent gaze on my body. I tucked both thumbs into the waistband of the shorts and eased them down over my hard-on. As I did so, Julia cheered and clapped, trying to embarrass me.

"Very nice," she cooed.

Once finished, I sat back down and crossed my legs, mocking the way she had done so.

"OK. I suppose the next one is a dare," she declared.

"Indeed it is."

On account of this I was very determined to win this next hand. A pair of twos to start with was not bad and became even better when I paired a Queen in the draw. My two-pair easily beat her pair of tens. When I laid down my hand she already looked apprehensive.

"Seems like I won. So, for your first dare I want you to present yourself to me."

"How do you mean?" she asked tentatively.

"Well, seeing as you hid yourself so well when you took off your panties, now I want to see all of you up close without your legs crossed. I want you to stand with your back to me and take a wide stance. Then I want you to bend over and touch the floor and hold the position."

"You're so mean. Just you wait until you lose."

"I'm actually looking forward to seeing what you have in mind for me."

"So, you want me to stand like this," she asked, standing about a metre in front of me, with her beautiful bottom right directly before my eyes.

I desperately wanted to reach out and squeeze her buttocks, fondle and stroke them but I knew that unpermitted touching was not really in the spirit of the game. Furthermore, I feared a punishment if I did.

"Yes, just stand with your feet a little further apart, please."

"Is that far enough for you?"

"Yes, I'm sure that'll be fine. Now, bend over."

"You do realise that this is probably the most humiliating position a girl could adopt and yet you choose it for my very first dare!" she protested.

"You shouldn't have lost the hand then, should you?"

"I'll have my revenge, don't you worry."

Once the banter was over she began to gently lean forward gradually revealing more and more of her intimate area to me. By the time her hands touched the floor I was presented with a magnificent sight. The lips of her pussy glistened invitingly and with her legs spread so far apart, they had parted slightly allowing me to gaze into her. With her buttocks stretched tightly her other hole was also fully exposed. I wished that I could photograph this truly erotic sight in order to preserve it forever. I had never had anal sex but, gazing at this display, my head filled with the idea. At that moment we heard a jangling of keys followed by the opening of the front door. Julia seemed frozen to the spot but bolted upright as soon as Suzy proudly announced that she was home. I wondered whether Suzy may even be brazen enough to carry out her earlier threat of knocking on the door or worse still, entering suddenly. From the look on her face Julia clearly shared my fear. It was hence with a shared sense of relief that we listened to her walking past along the hall and into her own room.

"Show over," declared Julia. "Take that silly grin off your face and deal the cards. I want my revenge fast; I already know what I'm going to make you do."

"You never know, I might like it," I teased back.

"Haha, I don't think so."

She dealt and again I started with a pair: this time, kings. The draw was not kind to me and so I was somewhat hesitant when I laid down my hand. Immediately though, I was reassured by the looks of resignation and then frustration that consumed Julia's face. Her features appeared even more alluring when she was angry.

"I can't believe I lost again! Whose idea was it to play this stupid game anyway?" she said sarcastically. "What's my dare to be this time?"

"This one is very easy: I want you to go next door and ask Suzy if you can borrow a pen," I said.

"I can't go next door like this!" she protested, her cheeks beginning to flush slightly.

"Yes you can, it's simple," I assured her.

"But I'm naked!" she cried.

"Well yeah. That's the whole point. I mean, if you were fully-clothed, it would be the lamest dare ever."

"But she's never seen me naked before."

"Well, that will be a treat for her then, won't it?" I teased.

As she headed for the door, she turned to give me an evil look. I remained seated, pondering what other dares I could use. Minutes later, a sheepish-looking Julia returned with a pen in her hand.

"Here you are," she said as she handed me the pen. "It's my deal, isn't it?"

"Yes, but I am more interested in whether Suzy enjoyed your little show?"

"You'll have to ask her that, won't you."

The cards were dealt. I got an ace and a king, but nothing more than just that. Julia took two cards; I took three hoping to pair up. I missed, but clung to the hope that if she had missed too my ace-king might be enough. It wasn't, and I was dreading the consequences.

"Now," she said composing herself, "seeing as you are so keen to know what Suzy thought of my performance I dare you to go and ask her."

"But I'm..." I stammered, taken aback at her proposal.

"Exactly!"

"But it's not the same thing, I'm a guy," I insisted, trying to think of any excuse that would get me out of the situation.

"Well, go and show her that then. I'm sure she'll prefer having a naked guy to ogle," she said, smiling flirtatiously.

As I stood naked before Suzy's slightly ajar door those words of Julia's were racing around my head. My heart was thumping at a terrific speed. I knew I was going to feel utterly vulnerable just standing there, completely exposed for her to look at. A girl like Suzy would make mincemeat out of me if I just went in there with no defence, I thought. I mentally told myself that I needed to take a more pro-active approach in order to put her on the back-foot. Just as in poker, if someone decides to play a hand it pays to seize the initiative and project confidence: allowing others to dictate the tempo is rarely the best strategy. Thus, I concluded: either I go in there with a more aggressive game-plan or I don't go in there at all. Moments passed as my mind wrestled with the dilemma. I needed to set her a challenge from the outset that would test her daring and possibly get something out of the situation for me, or else I would leave her room having comprehensively lost the battle. With my palms sweating, I raised my hand to tap the door, all the while trying to summon up the courage to go through with my idea.





A Game of Cards



"Actually, before you start, how about you do them on the bed instead?" I asked.

"You can't do press-ups on a bed! The springs in the mattress compress making it impossible to do a real press-up."

"OK. Well how about you do ten on the floor and ten on the bed? That way you at least get to do some real press-ups to show me your strength," I said, thinking the compromise would appeal to him.

He thought it over for a moment. "Alright then. Shall I start?"

"Yeah. Make sure they are nice and slow."

"I'll try my best."

Whilst he performed the first ten I got the chance to admire his honed ass for the first time. I tried to peek at what was going on underneath but he was too low for me to see that much and I didn't want to make it too obvious. Nevertheless, watching the motion of his body and his tensed buttocks was enough to set off my imagination. When he came to perform the second set I could see I was in for a real treat. In this position, I had a clear view of his dick, which had swelled noticeably during the exercise as the blood pulsed around his body. I could also see the difficulty he was having each time he lowered himself, with his erection getting in the way. He plunged and rose, plunged and rose, five times over, during which I continued to admire his physique and fantasise about the pleasure I'd be having if I were lying underneath him on the receiving end of every thrust. His relief on finishing was evident. His torture was over but I could tell that certain parts of him had enjoyed it.





A Game of Cards



"Yeah, that makes sense. Anyway, I think it'd be too embarrassing to specifically ask someone to do something for me," said Julia.

"And I guess if the winner is not involved they are in a better position to judge whether the dare has been done properly or not," I added.

"Exactly!" said Suzy. "Now that's settled I'll explain precisely what I want you to do to him. I want you to massage him in such a way that you stimulate every part of his body and leave him yearning for his dick to be stimulated in the same way. You have to use your tits, as well as that cute little ass of yours to massage him. As I said, I want him to be tortured; in order to do that I need to use you. I mean it's not as if I can get him to massage himself, is it?"

"You're obscene!" cried Julia, as Suzy's turn of phrase sparked a fire in my imagination for obtaining my revenge. "Here we were playing a nice innocent game of cards and then the very first dare you get to give involves a full body massage."

"As if you wouldn't have done that anyway. All day I have been able to tell what you had planned for tonight. I'm just helping you along the way," replied Suzy.

Led front-down on the bed I sensed Julia blush at Suzy's apparently accurate reading of her intentions.

"Where do you want me to start then?" said Julia as she sat down on my bottom, straddling my waist with her knees.

"Anywhere you like. Just make sure you torment him within an inch of his life."

"I'll try my best," she replied as she oiled up her palms.

She habitually began by massaging my back and shoulders but Suzy quickly insisted that she move on.

"Concentrate on the more interesting areas. If you carry on massaging his back he'll fall asleep! Kneed his buttocks together. Let your hands play around. Remember, the only place you cannot touch is his penis; everywhere else is fine.

Immediately I noticed a change in style. I could feel her hands grasping, pummelling and caressing the tops of my thighs and my bum. I heard Suzy whisper something to Julia but couldn't make out what she had said. Seconds later the content of the whisper became apparent as Julia began to stretch my buttocks apart exposing my anus to them both. Inside I felt utterly embarrassed but there was also a growing pleasure at the thought of having two attractive, naked girls explore and examine the most taboo part of my body. Julia's fingertips lightly rubbed between my buttocks, moving slowly down the valley until she reached the spot. She lightly circled the precise area with her soft fingertip, then combined that with stroking my perineum. I was glad to be lying on my front because I felt myself swelling down below but knew that it wouldn't be long before I would have to turn over. When I did so, both girls were totally unashamed in looking to see whether I'd enjoyed myself or not. On seeing the results they couldn't manage to suppress a giggle.

"Now I want you to oil up your ass and really send him wild. Rest yourself on his chest, facing him, and circle your bum around. Whilst doing that lean forward and allow your breasts to brush over his face," directed Suzy.

With Julia's movements on my torso I could feel not only the soft, tender curves of her buttocks but also the warmth emanating from her pussy on my chest as she leaned forward to offer me her tits. Occasionally, I glanced down trying to peek at it, eager to see how aroused she was, but I couldn't see clearly, though the heat alone indicated that she was burning up with lust inside. Besides, I was heavily distracted by having her breasts right before my eyes. Every soft glance against my cheek heightened my arousal and it wasn't long before I submitted to the overwhelming urge to cover her nipples in kisses. I lolled my tongue in tight circles around one areola, complimenting the rings she was tracing on my chest. As I took the nipple into my mouth and began to suck, she gasped audibly. Watching her enter the throes of sexual ecstasy had always been my greatest source of arousal.

Before she became too enraptured she managed to pull away and slide herself down my body, spending some minutes pressing her oiled-up breasts into my chest and across my mid-riff. She continued to slide lower until I felt her hands fondly caressing my narrow waist followed by the insides of my thighs. Just as Suzy had intended I was now craving for Julia to apply her gorgeous strokes to my penis. I was also aware of Suzy's taking great satisfaction in watching Julia's nude body gyrating in such a provocative way and the effect it was having on my own. She grinned mercilessly as Julia took my scrotum between her fingertips and started pulling at the sac and massaging my balls. I would have been savouring all of this if it hadn't been for the knowledge that very soon all this attention would cease, with my straining erection left agitated and unsatisfied. Seemingly to further increase my torture, Julia decided to rotate her body into the '69' position, all the while still playing with my balls and caressing around the base of my penis. I was being tormented at both ends: my cock was being deliberately deprived of attention, and now I was staring at the very thing I desired more than anything else - her hot, delectable pussy. Unfortunately, she was careful enough to keep this irresistible sight safely out of reach of my mouth by pinning my shoulders to the bed with her knees.

"I think that is enough now. The poor boy looks as if he is about to cry with frustration," observed Suzy.

Julia climbed from my body; I wearily got to my feet.

"Whose deal is it?" I asked in a hoarse, agonised voice that was met with laughter and derision.

"I think it's mine," said Julia. "Before that though, I have to give you your punishment for kissing Suzy."

"OK, let's get it over with, I said, having forgotten all about it. "What is it to be?"

"I'm going to spank you. But not with a tea-towel; that would be a bit harsh. Just with my hand. Do you think it's fair, Suzy?"

"Yes, it sounds like a fitting punishment to me," said Suzy.

"Alright," I said, resigned to my fate, knowing that I was in no position to argue.

"I want you to bend over a bit and look at Suzy as I do it," instructed Julia.

I did as requested. Suzy stared directly back at me. I felt Julia's hand rest on my bottom. She took her time to compose herself, no doubt wishing to prolong my discomfort. Not knowing quite how hard she was going to spank me was the most unsettling thought. Surely she wouldn't be too brutal, would she?

Her hand left my flesh and immediately reconnected with a tremendous slap. A stinging wave of heat engulfed my right bum-cheek. I was unable to stop myself from wincing slightly with pain.

"Now don't do it again," said Julia in a mock-motherly tone, wagging her finger at me.

"Turn around, I want to see how red it is," cried Suzy.

I did as instructed.

"My gosh, that's quite a mark you've left there," she said to Julia. "Now turn back around."

Again I complied.

"Mind you, it seems that the slap on the behind has not had such a bad effect on the front. In fact, I think it's just as excited as it was during the massage. Looks like we have a kinky one on our hands here!"

There was nothing I could say to halt this torrent of taunts. The only solution was to win a hand and reverse the situation. Suzy dealt. I picked up my cards and was once again repulsed by the utter ugliness of my hand - the draw had better be good, I thought. Given the weakness of my initial holding I was relieved to end up with a pair of tens. Julia showed three fours: a likely winning hand. I showed my tens, hoping that Suzy had something worse. When she finally uncovered her king-high I was mightily relieved.

"I did have something else in mind for you," said Julia, looking squarely at me, "but that'll have to wait. So, I need to think of something for Suzy now, don't I?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Hmmm. Well, seeing as she has been so shy up until now despite having had a lot of fun at our expense, I think it's time to even things up a bit. Firstly, I want you, Daniel, to lie down on your back, like you did for the massage, but this time on the floor. Then prop your head up with those pillows there."

"Hang on a minute! This is her dare not mine," I said half-jokingly.

"Don't worry, I think you'll like this one. Once you are lying down comfortably I want you, Suzy, to stand with your feet either side of his neck facing him. Then I want you to lower yourself down as close as you can get without touching him. If it's too uncomfortable for you to squat over him then you could try putting a cushion on his chest and sitting on that with your legs spread out."

"And you say that I'm obscene!" said Suzy, horrified.

"You've had more than a good look at him from the sounds of it, so it's only fair that he should get to see all of you."

As I propped my head and neck up with two pillows I was brimming with anticipation at having Suzy squat over my face, with her pussy just inches away from me. Whilst ecstatic that Julia had chosen a dare that would obviously please me, I also suspected that she was seeking to tease me. She knew very well that I loved going down on a woman above all else, thus she also knew that it would be agony for me to have this overtly sexual girl put her honey pot right in front of my eyes and mouth and not be able to worship it.

When Suzy got to her feet I could see that she was virtually clean-shaven, with just a slender strip of hair remaining. As she climbed onto the bed and stood upright, she towered over me offering me a fresh perspective from which to admire her seductive body. I looked up the full length of her shapely legs to her slit, which would soon descend upon my face. Above that her breasts looked like two giant cushions, with which she could smother my face entirely. She reached her leg over to the other side of my neck, revealing for the first time the full beauty of her labia. She widened her stance slightly and gradually lowered herself. With each passing moment her lips opened out granting my eyes evermore access. The soft, pink flesh of her inner lips and vaginal opening glistened invitingly. My eyes lingered here before inspecting the size and shape of her clitoris, which was neatly tucked away beneath its hood. I was unable to suppress a warm, contented smile and when I looked up I saw that Suzy was watching me carefully. Having a relative stranger gaze into intimate folds was probably not her preferred activity but she appeared nevertheless not too displeased at my response.

Her musky, womanly aroma filled my nostrils, further adding to my sensual joy. Subtly, she moved her hips forward a fraction bringing her crotch to within centimetres of my nose. How I wanted to kiss, suck and let my tongue roam wild around her magnificent intimate parts. For the moment though I satisfied myself by exhaling through my mouth, causing my warm, moist breath to brush over her lips. A few breaths later and another tilt of her hips brought her to within touching distance. I looked up again and was now certain that she was enjoying herself. All it would take is a small movement of my head for me to touch her, I thought to myself. The temptation was killing me. My resolve broke. I tilted my head back ever so slightly, bringing the tip of my nose into contact with her slick lips. As I traced my way up the middle of her incredibly enticing slit, I felt her shudder. I could feel her inner warmth and increasing wetness, which only encouraged me to dare to retrace my path downwards. It was this stroke that landed me in trouble.

"Hey, no contact allowed I said," cried Julia.

Suzy and I recoiled at this abrupt reminder that we weren't alone.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist," Julia said to me. "That's why I've already thought of your punishment."

"Are you saying that it wasn't really a dare for Suzy, but a trap for me?" I said.

"No, not at all. It was clearly a dare for Suzy, with just a hint of a trap in there for you!"

"What's my punishment this time then?" I said, getting to my feet, sorry that Suzy's pussy was once again hidden from view.

"This time it will be Suzy who spanks you seeing as it was her, who was violated," she said mockingly.

"Violated! She was the one moving herself towards me!" I protested, feeling a sense of injustice.

"That may be; it didn't mean you had to nuzzle her like a cat though, did it?"

"I swear the two of you set that dare up together."

"How could we have done that? You've been here the whole time with us," Suzy answered.

"True. But you were both trying to tempt me into breaking the rules though, weren't you?" I continued.

"Maybe. I don't know what she was thinking," replied Julia mischievously. "Anyway, hurry up and bend over."

As I did so, Julia came and stood by my side.

"This time I'm going to hold you while she spanks you," she whispered into my ear. After having spent the past five minutes contemplating Suzy's pussy, my erection had naturally returned with vigour. A sharp jolt flashed through my body as Julia squeezed my cock in her hand. She held firm and pulled gently. Very soon I felt another hand, placed vertically on my behind with the fingers pointing downwards - the middle finger resting in the cleavage. Suzy slid her hand downwards, ensuring her middle finger glided over my anus and caressed my perineum. I flinched with pleasure, momentarily. Fright soon took over as her hand left my bottom: I instinctively knew she would spank me even harder than Julia had. Julia's hand was still wrapped tightly around my penis. Again the waiting was unbearable. Finally, the slap came.

In the split second after her hand had smacked my ass I thought that she hadn't struck me that well - I was soon persuaded otherwise. A raging fire coursed through my veins and the flesh of my left buttock felt as if it were burning at 100 degrees.

"Wow! That was some smack!" exclaimed Julia, letting go of her grip and admiring Suzy's handiwork. "Are you OK?"

"Yes, it just stings a bit, that's all," I said as I hopped about.

"Let's hope for your sake that you've learnt your lesson this time," she cautioned, humorously.

"Don't worry about him," said Suzy, "he clearly enjoys it."

"I better win the next hand and stop this torture," I said, "though I've been thinking that for the past few hands."

Once the deal came I felt a bit better: my cards were good. After the draw I finished with two pair, which I knew would be good enough to avoid defeat; I just hoped that it would be good enough to win. I showed my hand and waited for the girls. Julia threw down a pair of kings, which pleased me as I was hoping that Suzy would lose the hand. Suzy paused for obvious dramatic effect. Please say she doesn't have some miracle hand, I prayed. As she flung down her cards my eyes fluttered frantically over them, my brain calculated: she has nothing! Excellent.

"OK, this dare is simple enough; no awkward positions or need to involve other people," I announced.

"What do you want me to do?" asked Suzy, suddenly timid.

"I want you to play with yourself for us."

"What? You can't be serious!" she said, the colour draining from her face.

"That's the dare. If you don't wish to do it we can stop playing now."

"Yeah, I know. But I really don't want to be the one to wimp out and bring the game to an end."

She was visibly anguished by this choice, or rather lack thereof.

"Take a few minutes if you want," I advised.

"Alright, I'll have a think."

I had been wondering whether Julia had experienced any pleasure from watching Suzy and me together. I knew that she would have enjoyed observing my discomfort at being teased and tempted but I didn't imagine that she was the kind of person who enjoyed watching her partner, or her ex-partner for that matter, with another person. One night during our relationship she had told me that she felt she was bisexual. She added that when she was younger she had experimented a bit with another girl during her year abroad and believed that it was possible that, given the chance, she could be with a girl again. At the time I had not paid much attention to this confession as it had no bearing on our relationship at all. Of course, I had chosen Suzy's dare for my own satisfaction and revenge but I had also wanted to choose something that would excite Julia as well, to repay her for the last dare she had given Suzy. I was fascinated to see how she would react at watching another girl masturbate for us.

"OK, I'll do it," declared Suzy. I noticed Julia break into a smile, which excited me.

Suzy reached over for the bottle of oil, poured a little bit onto her palm and massaged it into her fingertips. She opened out her legs for us to see and tentatively began stroking two fingertips up and down her slit. She closed her eyes and carefully increased the intensity. All this time Julia was watching attentively, savouring the visual treat. She looked on as Suzy's fingers delicately parted her inner labia, permitting entry to one of her fingers. The tip of the finger disappeared inside her, as far as she could reach. We heard her moan faintly as she worked her finger around inside of her. I glanced again at Julia and observed what can only be described as a look of outright lust in her eyes: she was possibly enjoying this more than I was. Suzy opened her eyes, withdrew her finger and looked over at the two of us sitting next to each other.

"I don't know whether you want me to come or not, but if you do, I'm going to need some assistance. It's too off-putting to have you two just sat over there like lemons, watching me. It's your dare, so it's up to you."

I felt the full force of four eyes trained on me, waiting for me to speak. Suzy was implicitly inviting me to get more involved in the situation but, I thought, could I really bear to ask Julia for permission? I guessed she would say yes, albeit reluctantly I suspected. I simply did not want to put her in that position. I was about to say that Suzy could stop the dare now when a much better idea sprang to mind. I would have been too inhibited to suggest something of the sort straight off for my very first dare with Suzy playing but now that she was asking for someone to join her, it seemed appropriate. I looked to Julia.

"Why don't you go and help her out?" I suggested gently.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, absolutely. I can see that you want to."

"But won't it be difficult for you to watch me with someone else?"

"Of course, given the choice I'd always choose to be the one doing something with you. But if I have to take a back-seat this one time then watching you with another attractive girl is a pretty good second-best option."

"You are the most understanding guy I've ever met," she said, with a distinct note of emotion in her voice.

"Thanks. I think you are forgetting something though: you need to check with Suzy first."

We both looked to the bed where Suzy was sat idly twirling her hair around her finger.

"I think you both know what my first choice would be but, as Daniel said, I think it makes for a very interesting alternative," responded Suzy. "It's always good to try new things anyway."

"You mean to say you've never been with a girl before?" I asked instinctively.

"I've kissed other girls before but nothing more. And I've never been naked at the time either."

I could see that Suzy was already in a heightened state when Julia went over and sat down next to her. She placed her hand on Julia's neck and pulled her towards her. Their lips met for the first time in a tender embrace. The contours of the two nude women moving in harmony on the bed made for an incredibly sexy image for me. The kiss broke off momentarily, the possibilities lingering in the air between them as they looked deeply into one another's eyes. The pause didn't last for long as Suzy reignited the kiss in a blaze of passion. Julia responded in turn and soon moved onto kissing and sucking Suzy's neck. Suzy's hand returned down below but this time her elegant fingertips encircled and flickered around her clitoris, which had already partially emerged from its hood, inducing a deep moan. Julia's attack on the sensitive parts of her neck and shoulders intensified, her left hand now fondling one of Suzy's generous breasts. I watched on in utter silence, enraptured by the shapes of their intertwined bodies and their sudden gasps of delight.




A Game of Cards



Julia temporarily halted her kissing to glance over at me. I could read her thoughts immediately and without saying a word, nodded approvingly. She resumed kissing Suzy's neck, lips and face but now reached her hand down between Suzy's legs. Suzy moved her own hand to one side and returned Julia's kisses ever more forcefully. The arresting sight of Julia's fingers indulging in meticulously acquainting themselves with each and every part of Suzy's sex sparked off my own set of urges. Her fingers, slick with Suzy's juices, probed around and on Suzy's clit. Suzy's body writhed with abandoned pleasure, her breathing now a heavy panting and her moans of joy frequent and pronounced. Finally, Julia slid one of her fingers inside, whilst continuing to delight Suzy's clit evermore rapidly with her other hand. The volume of the moans and gasps had reached such a level that I thought it likely the neighbours would be able to hear. Julia's skilled fingers worked away frantically, summoning all their dexterity until finally, Suzy's eruption of pleasure came, causing her to howl with delight. As the girls collapsed breathless on the bed I went to get them, and myself, some much-needed refreshments.

When I returned they both appeared a little embarrassed, though their faces were beaming with satisfaction.

"How was that for you to watch?" asked Julia.

"Pretty amazing. Watching two girls has never been a big fantasy of mine, as I've said to you before. But I have to say that was hot."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I know we did, didn't we?"

"Absolutely! I was surprised by just how turned on I was - I had no idea another girl could have that effect on me," replied Suzy.

"Do you both want to play another hand?" I asked.

"For sure we do," replied Julia.

Julia dealt. I started and finished with a pair of eights, leaving me vulnerable. Julia showed a handsome pair of kings, I followed with my eights and once again, by the look on her face, I had no idea whether the hand Suzy was about to show was brilliant or lamentable. After the last dare I had given I knew that if she won, she would be out for revenge. She turned over her hand; I saw three 3s and feared the worst. However, when I inspected the cards more closely I realised that it was actually two 3s and a lonely 2: she'd lost. This time though it was Julia who had to decide the dare.

"Oh, poor Suzy. You've lost again! I'll try and think of something you will enjoy," said Julia.

"Hmm, I'm sure you will," said Suzy doubtfully, as I awaited Julia's dare with keen interest.

"OK, I've thought of something," declared Julia. "I want you to take Daniel's penis into your mouth and hold it there absolutely still. If I see even the slightest of movements there will be more punishments."

"You said it would be something I'd enjoy!" cried Suzy.

"Ha-ha. Don't pretend you haven't been wanting to play with him -- you've been looking at him all night! You mustn't give him any satisfaction though -- just tease him."

"You're cruel, you are," I said;

"Only a little bit."

"Where do you want us then?" asked Suzy.

"Umm...I think he should sit on the bed and you can kneel on the floor between his legs."

"As you wish," replied Suzy. "I swear you were a porn director in your previous life with all your instructions."

"Maybe I was. Or maybe I just have a vivid imagination."

"A filthy one more like!" retorted Suzy.

"Vivid? Filthy? It's a matter of interpretation I guess."

As I sat down on the bed, Suzy took her place on the floor and looked up into my eyes. Her intense look alone was already stirring a fierce desire within me.

She brought her head towards me, my nose latching on to the lovely smell of rosewood that was emanating from her long, dark hair. My penis has been in a semi-relaxed state but the sight of her breasts coupled with the anticipation of having her envelope me with her mouth induced a partial reawakening. She carefully took my cock in her hands and slowly slid it into her welcoming mouth. Given that the moment of entry was the only time when movement was permitted, she made the most of the limited opportunity by doing it very slowly and by ensuring that her lips, tongue and the sides of her mouth stroked over every centimetre. I shuddered as a flash of electricity shocked up through my torso. Once inside her mouth she held me there as still as possible, frustrating my enormous desire for movement and relief. Though Julia had specified that there should be no movement and was watching attentively to ensure that neither of us transgressed, she was unable to see that inside her mouth Suzy was subtly licking me with her tongue. The warmth, wetness and soft feel of her mouth was making me harden and rise. Occasionally, when she glanced up at me, her eyes expressed all of her own hunger. Even when I closed my eyes all I could think of was the warmth, the wetness and the look of desire in her eyes. The situation was driving me wild.

Just as she had very carefully and very deliberately slid my appendage into her mouth she took the same time and care in sliding it out. Once freed, my penis was standing fully to attention, parallel to my stomach, with the head straining towards my belly-button. Suzy looked to Julia.

"Look at the poor boy! I think we have teased him enough, don't you think? I'm dying to finish him off. How about you let me do it, please?"

Julia's eyes darted from Suzy's to mine and then back again. I could sense that she wasn't going to reject the suggestion out of hand but that she needed some time to consider.

"I'm not sure. I'm not entirely comfortable with the thought of him with another girl," she confessed.

"But you're quite happy to have him stare at my pussy or for me to take his dick in my mouth? Anyway, he allowed you to play around with me so surely it's only fair that you allow me to play with him?"

"Yeah, I know that I shouldn't have a problem with it considering what we've already done this evening. But, it's still a bit different isn't it, actually giving someone an orgasm? Plus it's a strange way of restarting a relationship, don't you think?"said Julia, giving away a bit more information than she'd intended. "I mean, if that's what we decide on," she added hurriedly, trying to maintain our mutual pretence.

"That's true. But you can get back together properly tomorrow. Think of tonight as the last evening of your both being single."

"Seeing as he let me fulfil my desire earlier, I guess it's only fair that I let his desire be fulfilled now."

Words could not express my gratitude, love or adoration for her ability to return the favour. I knew it had been much more difficult for her than it had been for me. After a polite pause Suzy once again took my member in her hand and guided it in and out of her mouth. I looked at Julia and was reassured by her approving smile. Suzy wasted no time in wrapping her lips around the head and sucking, gently at first before increasing the pressure of her motion. Her head rocked backwards and forwards faster and faster, pausing now and then to loll her tongue around the head and the underside as if licking an ice-cream. I groaned with blissful delight knowing that I couldn't take much more of this. She also seemed aware of my proximity to climax and thus held back from resuming her frantic sucking. Instead she continued to tantalise me by flicking her tip of her tongue around the crown and kissing it affectionately. I was near the brink of eruption when she took me into her mouth for the final time and began sucking with furious abandon. My insides were shaking, my pulse was racing and I was panting uncontrollably when finally, after hours of build-up, pure bliss consumed my entire body and elastic white jets flew into Suzy's mouth. I was shaking all over yet she made sure that she cleaned up as much as possible with her expert tongue. I tried to walk but my legs were like jelly.

"Wow, that was phenomenal," I said, exhausted.

"I'm pleased you enjoyed yourself," replied Suzy.

Suzy went to the bathroom, leaving Julia and I alone. The obvious question tumbled around my head until eventually I gathered my courage to pose it.

"Was that uncomfortable for you to watch?" I asked.

"It was not as bad as I thought it would be. It was actually quite fun to sit back and watch your facial expressions."

"You know, I couldn't have let that happen without your encouragement. Even at the beginning I was still a bit preoccupied about how you were feeling."

"As Suzy said, you let me have my fun with her, so it was only right that I too overcame a few insecurities. Although from now on you are exclusively mine."

"You know, I've never stopped loving you, ever since we parted. Of all the girls I met during that time there was, quite honestly, no-one who compared to you. It was difficult to even have a girlfriend because each time I couldn't resist comparing them to you and each time that girl came off unfavourably. You set too high a standard!"

We embraced, holding each other tightly and shared a highly emotional kiss, something I'd been longing for all day. Moments later I realised that Suzy had finished in the bathroom and was standing in the doorway, causing us to hastily break-off the kiss.

"One final hand?" she proposed.

Julia and I paused to examine the other's expression before agreeing in unison.

The responsibility for dealing the final hand fell to Suzy. After the draw I was left with a vulnerable pair of sevens, which I hesitantly displayed. Suzy wasted no time in showing her two Jacks, leaving Julia to show her hand.

"I've lost," she announced, flipping over her impotent hand.

"I didn't think I'd win with just a pair of Jacks," said Suzy. "What a nice surprise!"

"Ah well, you have to think of a final dare now to round the evening off in style," I said.

"She doesn't need any encouragement, thank you," objected Julia.

"Have you thought of something?" I asked, noticing an expression of mischief creeping into Suzy's features.

"Yes, I have actually," she replied, her wicked look even more pronounced.

"Well, come on then -- tell me!" said Julia impatiently.

"What I want you to do is," she paused melodramatically, "let him tie you up on the bed, with your arms and legs spread out like a star. Then for the next hour or so he can do whatever he wants with you, although I do have one or two ideas of my own, which I'll tell him once you are tied up."

"But what am I supposed to use to tie her up with?" I enquired.

"I have some things in my room. I'll just go and get them."

Julia and I looked at each other with a profound longing in our eyes, which couldn't however fully mask our mutual underlying anxiety of venturing into unknown territory. Suzy returned with four very pretty but sturdy-looking ribbons in one hand and what appeared to be a small, shiny black ball in the other.

"You can tie her wrists and ankles to the legs of the bed with these," she said, answering my earlier question.

"How long have you had these?" exclaimed Julia, with a hint of surprise.

"I've had them a little while. They are really comfortable but it's impossible to get free of them once they're tied. Believe me, I've tried!"

I began by tying one of Julia's ankles to a leg at the foot of the bed.

"Is that OK?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's fine. They are really soft and comfy."

"They ought to be for the price I paid for them," said Suzy, as I worked on Julia's other sleek ankle.

Once I had finished all four and Julia was completely spread out in all four directions, offering a perfect view of her pussy, I looked to Suzy expectantly.

"Now what should I do?"

She took me to one side and whispered into my ear. I listened carefully to my instructions and went to join Julia on the bed. I kissed her softly on the lips and poured some oil into my palm. Once lubricated I let my fingers wander tantalisingly up and down her inner thighs sending shivers of anticipation through her body whenever I passed close to her labia. I planted adoring kisses all over her neck and shoulders and permitted my fingers to slide even closer. Suzy watched on as I carried out her instructions to the letter. Very lightly, I slid a finger along Julia's already moistened slit. Gradually, I worked one and then a second finger into her, reaching up to stroke her G-spot. Given that now her middle was the only part of her body that she could move freely her hips rocked and arched up considerably with excitement. When I removed my fingers and stopped the hundreds of tender kisses she looked outraged.

"Here you go," said Suzy, as she handed me the shiny black object, which I now realised was actually egg-shaped. "Just gently press it inside her."

I eased the little black love-egg inside Julia and admired the way her lips re-closed over the toy once it was fully inside. Suzy picked up the miniature remote she had also brought in with her, pointed it at Julia's crotch and pressed one of the buttons. Instantly, Julia's eyes widened with the sudden shock of the internal vibrations.

"Don't worry, this is the mildest mode," reassured Suzy. "You can go on for ages without reaching orgasm on this setting. That's why after a while you'll find this speed incredibly frustrating because it will take you close to the point of climax without ever being able to push you over the top. By the time we return you will be dying to come."

"Return?! Where do you think you're going? You can't leave me here like this!" shrieked Julia.

"It'll be just for a little while, don't you worry."

"How long?"

"Ah, that would be telling. It's much better if you don't know how long we'll be," teased Suzy.

"I'll fall asleep if you leave me too long," objected Julia.

"I don't think so. You won't be able to fall asleep in that position with that egg whirring away inside of you. And if you are worried about the two of us being naked together in my room there's no need as I'm going to put some clothes on and go for a walk."

"At this hour?" I asked, astounded that anyone would willingly go outside in this cold at this time of night.

"Yes, why not? Don't you just love walking when the streets are utterly deserted at night? It feels as if, for a precious time at least, they all belong to you."

"But what about the cold?" I persisted.

"That doesn't bother me, I'm used to it. Anyway, I love the way the cold chills my face and how it makes my skin feel fresh and alive. C'mon, you have to come with me -- it's my dare."

"You're mad!"

She then bent over in front of me to gather up her underwear, instructed me to pick up mine and took me to her room.

"You can either come with me or wait here, whichever you prefer," she said as I watched her head disappear underneath a thick jumper.

"I'm not going out there again tonight!" I stated firmly.

"Alright, just wait here until I come back. But you have to make sure that you are quiet so that Julia doesn't know that you are here, OK?"

"Yeah, OK. How long are you planning on leaving her there like that?"

"Oh, I think twenty minutes will be more than enough. I don't want to make her too angry. Also, when I come back, the next part of the task will be for you to take some photos of her. So have a think about what kind of shots you want to take."

"What if she says no?"

"She's in no position to refuse! By the time I come back she'll be willing do anything in order to finally climax. Anyway we can promise that she will have complete control of the photos once they have been taken. You can put them onto her computer tomorrow morning and wipe them from your camera. Then if she decides she wants to delete them all, that is her choice."

"That's a good idea. I think she may well agree to those terms."

"OK, I won't be long. Remember: no going in her room or letting her know you are here. See you in a minute."

On her way out of the flat she made a point of slamming the front door so that there was no doubt in Julia's mind that we had left her all alone. I looked at my watch: it was 1:20am.

Almost twenty minutes later I heard the front door opening, but it was many minutes later that Suzy returned to her room.

"I just went to check on Julia," she said as she threw her bag down on the bed. "I told her you were in the bathroom. Also, I've already told her about the photos."

"What did she say?"

"At first she refused point blank but when I explained that you would promise to give her complete control over them after they are taken, she eventually agreed."

"Ah good. Can I go and finish the dare now then?"

"Yes, she's been tortured enough, that's for sure."

We returned to the room and I quickly got out my camera. When I saw Julia, I noticed a few beads of sweat on her brow and that she looked understandably frustrated. She looked as if she were ready to explode. I knelt down by the side of the bed and zoomed in so that her face, neck and breasts formed a diagonal line across the frame. As I focused in I could tell that her nipples were hard and standing proud. Nevertheless, it was the famished, desperate look in her face, coupled with the beads of sweat glistening on her forehead that made the shot. I went to to show the resulting image to Suzy but was instantly persuaded not to.

"Hurry up, will you!" cried Julia. "I'm dying here!"

I had to work fast: I leapt up onto the bed, stood between her head and the wall looking down on her full figure. I rotated the camera ninety degrees and lined the shot up in portrait. Her slender, athletic body formed a symmetrical 'X' in the frame, with her head at the bottom and her spread legs stretching out towards the top corners.

"My God, you look absolutely incredible. Your legs, your breasts, your skin, everything looks heavenly right now," I gushed.

"I'm surprised because this egg is driving me mad. Every time I get anywhere near to an orgasm it simply refuses to take me any further. If I ever meet the sadist who invented it, I swear I will kill them."

For the third shot I wanted to capture the beauty of her sopping pink vulva in sharp focus against the blurred contours of her pale hips and breasts in the background. I crouched down low on the bed and pressed the trigger.

"I don't know why you are taking so much care with them as I'm only going to delete them all tomorrow," mocked Julia.

"Believe me, once you see how erotically-charged and beautiful you look in these images you won't ever want to delete them," I insisted.

I remained crouched down in the same position for the fourth shot, the most blatant and unsophisticated: a simple close-up between her legs. I zoomed in as tight as I could get seeking to produce an image that displayed the line of every delicate pink fold, every droplet of wetness and the magnetic beauty of her precious clitoris blossoming out of its surrounding petals.

"Keep still," I requested. I touched the shutter button. "One more shot."

"I can't bear it any longer. Please! I want you!" she pleaded.

I hesitated, before looking around at Suzy.

"What should I do?" I said holding my hands aloft.

"Fuck me! Eat me! Do whatever you want, just make me come!" cried Julia.

The wild urgency and utter desperation in her voice annihilated my desire to take the planned fifth shot. Looking at her pussy through the lens had greatly excited me in any case. Suzy threw the remote control to me, indicating that I was now free to do as I wished and that she was going to get a drink. Fired up with lust I quickly put the camera to one side and began kissing Julia's feet, working my way up her sleek, smooth calves. My hands were already caressing her inner thighs when moments later my mouth caught up with them.

"I want you now!" she begged desperately. "Do it!"

I traced my tongue up the side of one of her outer lips, then turned sideways to pull at it with




A Game of Cards



We spent the day clothes shopping for me. You seemed to really enjoy it, and you made it bearable for me. I felt self conscious about how I looked, and my lack of fashion sense, but you created an atmosphere of fun and lightheartedness. I felt very grateful towards you, and would have done anything you asked.

As we stood by my car to say good by, we held hands and kissed. I'm thinking the day has to end and I have prepared myself for it. But then you get a twinkle in your eye and ask if you can come to my house. My heart leaps into my throat and I rush you into my car. I have no idea what you have in mind, but the thought of being alone with you is intoxicating. You're acting very shy and giggling and covering your mouth. Then you turn to me and tell me you have something to ask, but you are not sure you can. I find the words to reassure you and you ask if I will teach you how to play strip poker. I did a few back flips then said, "Sure."

I won't try to describe what it was like getting to my house, finding a deck of cards, and setting up a table. Let it suffice to say it felt like an eternity. 

So there we were, with a table, chairs, and cards. It turns out you don't know how to play poker at all, so we agree that until you learn, you will just have to take my word for who the winner of each hand is.

You win the first hand, and ask me to take off a shoe, That's a little disappointing, and you think it's hilarious. But I win the second hand, and you have to take off your shirt. You are wearing a pink bra, which is spectacular against your beautiful skin. I can see the outline of your nipples, and you are obviously aroused. I lose track of time and you remind me to deal the next hand.

You sit back and look at your hand, thinking hard. You decide which cards to keep and I give you a few more. I can tell by your look that you are unsure of what you have. You show it to me and I say, "Damn, that's a straight. You win." You make me take off my shirt.

The next half hour went very quickly, and soon we were sitting there in our underwear. I decided to undress you in a way so that you weren't sitting there with nothing but one sock on. You did the same. We are both very aroused from the process of undressing each other. I win the next hand.

So here is the big moment. The time I have been waiting for, not just for the last hour but for the last several weeks of fantasizing about you. I am finally going to see your breasts. You look very shy, and I think you are blushing as I am looking at you with the eyes of a hungry wolf. But I won and I get what I want. You know what I will say, so you stand up and take off your bra without me having to say it.

With your back turned to me, you reach behind and unclasp it. It falls forward, you hold it on for a moment, then with one hand drop it to the floor. You are covering your breasts with your hands, and the thought of your hands touching them makes me jealous. You know that it is inevitable that I will see them, so you turn and show them to me without further hesitation. They are spectacular. I can tell they are real because they hang very naturally. They have a beautiful curve at the bottom an point slightly away from each other. There is a beautiful small valley between them that I wish I could explore. Your aureoles are large and tempting, and they have a small and very erect center. You caress and pat them as if you are being shy, but I can tell you are actually enjoying it. You can't keep your hands off your nipples, and you give each one a small squeeze. I am about to go out of my mind.

Suddenly you remember the game and you sit down and demand that I deal another hand. Your breasts bounced and jiggled as you went back to your chair. When it's time to show what we have, you announce that you have won and throw your cards into the center of the table. I sense that I should not argue, and I stand up to remove the last article of clothing I am wearing. You make me stop, and pull me by the hand over to a chair, which you sit in. You pull me closed, and say "Now, take it off." So I do. Your eyes widen as you see my rock hard cock jutting a few inches from your face. You are panting and I can feel your breath on my cock. It is the most intense sensation I have ever felt, and if I wanted to I could cum at that very moment. But I don't want to yet, because I'm feeling good about the next hand. As we move back to the table your panty-clad thigh rubs against my cock just a little and I groan with pleasure. I'm pretty sure you did that intentionally because of the mischievous look you give me.

I will admit right now that I cheated on the next hand. I wanted those panties off and I did what I had to. You weren't shy anymore, but so aroused now that you couldn't wait to take them off. You asked me how I wanted to do it, so I took you over to the chair and sat you down. I had you put your legs up, an I took a long look at your breasts, stomach, and the incredible patch of pink cloth between your legs. Its a little puffy right in the middle, and I cannot wait to see what is in there. You pull them down from the top a little, and I can just see that you have a nicely trimmed bush. My heart is pounding, and I demand you rip them off now. When you do, I see your all of your glorious bush and I want to stare at it for a long time. But you bounce back up to the table and say "Deal." But how do you play strip poker when all your clothes are already off? "You'll see," you say with a gleam.

So I make sure you win that hand, and you say, "The winner gets thirty seconds of anything they want." I am thrilled with the idea. I ask what you want. You say. "I want you to caress my nipples with your cock." You sit down in from of me and present your gorgeous nipples to my throbbing cock. With one breast in each hand, you guide them close to my cock. When I make actual contact with your nipple, we both moan with pleasure. I stop to regain my composure, then start rubbing each nipple lightly with my cock, After about 2 minutes you say the thirty seconds is up and we go back to the table, breathless. I win the next hand without even dealing.

I have known what I was going to do from the start. I want a tour of your pussy. You know exactly what I mean, and you sit down with your legs spread wide and up on the arms of a chair. You instruct me to get close and comfortable, and tell you when I am ready you start.

First you rub and stroke your bush to expose your pussy, My first glimpse was maddening. You used your fingers to move your pussy lips, giving me long looks at every part of your pussy. You spread yourself with two fingers on one hand and use to other to tug your clit gently. "This is where I want you to suck," you tell me. I reach out and touch your clit with one finger, slowly, and ask if that is the spot, You say yes and I lower my mouth to your clit, I can feel it expand as my mouth touches it. I use my tongue to get it wet and I lick all the surrounding areas. Your fingers spread your pussy even wider, and your clit is standing out begging to be sucked. I push your legs back to expose your pussy even more, then dive in and start sucking and licking like a machine. I explore the opening of your pussy with my tongue. I nibble each of your pussy lips separately, and give you long licks from the bottom to the top. I look up and see that you have a nipple in each hand and you are twisting and pulling them. I wish I could suck them, but I have been engaged to lick a pussy this time. I'm worried that my thirty seconds might end soon, so I give your clit an intense sucking while I put two fingers inside you. You cum in great big waves and I lap up your wetness with gusto. 

Your intensity does not subside, as you hop to your knees and I stand up. You grab my cock and start sucking it hard while you squeeze the shaft with your hand. Just as my whole body starts to explode, you shove me onto the chair and straddle me. You are dripping wet and as I slide into you I can't believe anything could be that warm or feel so good. As you move your hips hard and fast your nipples touch my face and neck. Your breath is hot in my ear and you pull my hair roughly. When your body starts to quiver I grab two handfuls of your sumptuous ass and pull you down. I cum deep inside you as you have a huge and shuddering orgasm. 

We collapse onto the floor side by side, exhausted. I gently part your legs and put my still hard cock into your pussy, and we mutually decide that strip poker is the greatest game in the world.

The end



A Game of Cat and Mouse



This was an Rp between me and a friend, and since I have nothing to do all summer but write I figured I'd toy around with it so that it was more of a story. Tell me what you think?

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Sandra paced through the forest, favoring her bruised ribs, the previous day's events whirling around in her mind relentlessly. 

"Sandra! Please help me!" Rena's hand reached for her, terror streaked across her face. The man that restrained her laughed as Sandra ran to protect her sister. Chains came from nowhere, curling around her body with crushing force, immobilizing her. "Rena...!" She choked out the words, barely able to stand as she watched that creature disappear with her dearest companion.

"Damnit!" The nearest tree barely rustled as her fist slammed into it. Why hadn't she fought harder? Why did she leave Rena alone in that deserted village in the first place? The woman's almost fragile looking body shook with rage. Who knew if she'd ever see her sister again?

A gust of wind tore Sandra from her thoughts and as she brushed the brunette strands from her face she saw him. "Do keep the waterworks down on this family reunion." Tyr Infany. Rena was at his side and took off running, hugging Sandra tightly. Tears streamed down her face, her small body trembling fiercely. Sandra drew her arms around the girl, stroking her hair. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to leave you." 

Tyr let out a laugh, "You should be glad to have left her. I doubt you would have wanted to watch me rape your dear sister." Rena burrowed deeper into her sisters arms at the word rape. "Actually... I do happen to remember her being the one to rape herself the first time. Ahh... but it doesn't matter does it? As long as she gives birth to the child."

"Touch her again, and I will kill you." It was a promise. Not a threat.

He laughed, waving his hand, "I'm sure. Now... there will be the arrangement of contacting me when the child is born..." The pendant he pulled out seemed to suck the light out of the air as he held it out for her. "When the child is born, place this upon its forehead. I will know when you do, and will come to get my son."

Sandra stared at the pendant, highly aware of the way Rena's grip tightened as they spoke, "And what's to say I don't take her, and the baby... say we go into hiding and don't do as you say?" 

Shaking his head slowly Tyr starting moving towards them, "What makes you think you can hide from me? So long as you take Rena with you, I will know where you are. She will be carrying my child and if I sense that you have killed my child I will rape the both of you, lock you up and kill you both once a suitable child is born." His words were so chillingly offhanded they were almost casual... 

"Sandra... I... I don't want to die." Rena's voice was meek and heavy with exhaustion. At Sandra's gentle encouragement she closed her eyes and drifted to sleep. 

"And what if this child isn't 'suitable'? What will you do with us then?" 

"If the child isn't suitable I will leave you alone. If it is, I will take him and leave you two to do whatever. But if you make this difficult then I'll torture you both till you beg for death. It's simple really. She doesn't have to go through that again." Sensing another comeback Tyr cut her off, "The only thing keeping me from killing you is that I know you'll take care of her. I do want the child in good health after all."

Sandra's eyes flickered ever-so-slightly, "I wouldn't be so sure of that. I suppose we'll have to wait until the time comes, but I wouldn't put so much faith in the fact that I will protect my sister." Disconnecting herself from Rena she stood, looking him in the eyes, "Because I have no such bonds with her baby." 

A sword shimmered into existence in Tyr's hand, "Then by all means, kill her. Go ahead." He tossed it to her, "Do you think she's the first I've raped? No... I've been at this for years. I have a patience for it. And I have plenty of time left too. Do you know how many times this has happened? Quite a lot in fact. It makes no difference to me, if it happens again."

Rejecting his sword she drew her own, turning to her sisters sleeping form. Again, something flashed in those honey-wheat eyes as she hesitated. "What are you waiting for?" Tyr smiled, moving to get a good look at the two, "Not only did she allow me to rape her, but she raped herself. Surely such a person would be better off dead. Not to mention, birthing the child will be painful. She might not live through it."

"You're absolutely right. Such a person is better off dead." She gripped the weapon, shifting her weight in one, swift swing in his direction...

...But he was faster than she anticipated. Slipping out of the range of her sword he scooped up the other sword, thrusting it up towards her chest. Of course, he'd hold back, the point of the blade resting right between her breasts. "I could rape you too, if I so inclined, and lock the both of you in my Manor with no way to end your existence." His free hand lashed out, twisting the one that held her sword until the weapon dropped harmlessly to the ground. "Trust me... I know plenty on how to torture mortals."

"You could try," She hissed back, almost daring him to, "But you won't. You can say it as many times as you want, but you won't do it." 

"I won't. You're right. Because I already have a child on the way." The tip of his sword lowered to tap Rena's neck, "The world will know peace from my reign of terror on its maidens. I find no pleasure in sexual actions with another being. No... I enjoyed Rena, but only briefly. Because her screams sounded divine..." He grinned at her disgust, stepping back finally, "I'd ask you to scream for me but I have plenty of captives that I know will fill my ears with the sweet melody." Turning, he began to walk away. As if she was dismissed, unworthy of anymore of his time.

A smile curled Sandra's lips as she watched his back. She felt like laughing. "I wouldn't scream for you. Who knows? Maybe I'd even delight in the torture you'd inflict." Then she did laugh, the horrific sound filling the hollow trees. Her words must've pulled at something in him, because he stopped, smiling as he turned to face her again. "Do you know how many have said the same thing? Not all say they enjoy pain, but some do. And they all... they all say they won't scream. Your sister said she wouldn't scream. Yet I heard it. I felt the bliss of her agony. I know one such as you would be harder to get a scream from... but those... those are the screams worth hearing. There is something that will make you scream. Everyone has something in them..." He let out another laugh, once more moving off, disappearing into the forest. And she watched him go, worn down and damn near insane at this point. 

"Perhaps it's not just the pain..." She whispered to the darkness, knowing he was gone, "Maybe... maybe it's knowing someone has the power to inflict that pain. Knowing someone has such complete and utter control...You might have said control was intoxicating..." She leaned against a tree, sliding down it to rest on the ground, "Well I say being controlled..."

The wind blew hard, a whisper coming through the air, "If control is what you really wish... come to my Manor tomorrow..." With the wind came a sense of knowing. She would know, indeed, how to reach his Manor. And he pities her truly if this is a trick... though he doubts it is.

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A light fog dusted the trees as Sandra followed the winding path she knew to follow. It felt as if she'd been walking for hours. Surely she should have reached the Manor by now? Another eternity passed before the trees parted and the massive... home... came into view. It gave her the chills. Pulling the thick cloak tighter, Sandra stepped up to the massive front doors and raised a fist as if to knock. Doubt. Don't think... just do it... Inhaling deeply, she knocked three times...

Behind her. It sounded like a small cackle. She spun... nothing. 

Calm down. You're already jumpy and nothing's even happened. Turning back to the doors she was surprised to see they had opened, silently at that, considering their size. Inside, the Main hall was set, two lavish looking chairs at a table, as if someone were expecting her, tempting her to sit from her long walk. Even though her instincts warned her against it, Sandra took a seat, tired from her previous hike.

Not moments after she sat did the chair shift form, conforming to her body, black swirls holding bits and pieces of the chair around her in the air. "Tsk tsk tsk... what am I going to do with the curious cat that has stuck not only its nose, but all of its body into my home?" Sandra fought to move, but the chair held her still, unable to look back at who was speaking. It sounded a bit like Tyr...yet... different... "I wouldn't have stuck myself in your home had you not given the directions," She countered, keeping her voice calm and level.

Laughter followed her words. Laughter that was unlike Tyr's. Something felt entirely wrong and her mind scrambled to find an answer. "Directions? Please... I don't hand out directions." Her eyes went wide as things slowly clicked into place, the speaker moving to stand in front of her. He looked young, in his teens perhaps, slender with dark hair that hung in his eyes, making it difficult to see his whole face. Who was he? Had she gotten lost? Had someone killed Tyr and taken his place? Or maybe it was an illusion. One could never be entirely sure in such a place... Needless to say this wasn't who she was expecting. "And who, if you don't mind me asking, would you be?" 

The youth laughed again, resting both hands over her arms, more or so on what had once been the chair, "And what a brave little cat... to be walking into my home and asking who I am." Grinning, he looked her over, "Do you believe curiosity killed the cat?" 

"I believe satisfaction brought him back." Sandra acted as if she didn't notice his wandering eyes, answering his question flatly. There was something entirely too familiar about him, something she couldn't quite place. "Tell me who you are."

"Reval. But... are you worthy to call me by my name?" The last question more to himself than to her.

"Sandra. It's a pleasure."

"A pleasure is it? Well... we'll see. Exactly why are you here Sandra," Smiling a bit he moved his hands to her thighs, leaning in closer to her, "Even a curious cat such as yourself should know the danger of a place like this..."

Something dark and pleasant shot through her at his touch, but she masked it well. There was no reason to let him know this little act was having an effect on her. "I was invited, if you must know. And I'm well aware of the danger."

"Ah," Reval shook his head, "Must have been father, though I can't imagine why. Always inviting young women, or so I've heard. But why? I doubt that he needs another child." His eyes locked on to hers, the same eyes as his father. Eyes that seemed to draw in the very soul of those that looked into them, "Maybe I finally get some company. Perhaps that's why..."

This was some kind of joke, a game that he was playing on her, right? This couldn't be Tyr's son... couldn't be her... No... Sandra let out the breath she wasn't aware she'd been holding, trying to avoid his gaze, "Perhaps that's why... what?"

"It's been boring, toying around, torturing demons that have stepped out of line... torturing other guests that my father has already had the pleasure of being with first. This time though... it looks like I'm first... am I right?" His hands slid dangerously higher on her thighs, causing her to shift as if suddenly uncomfortable. 

"Oh, you poor thing. Always getting leftovers," She growled in response, not really feeling much sympathy. "Except for me, I suppose. I've never been here before, so you would be the first."

"Hmph... leftovers. How ironic... dogs are usually left with leftovers. Which puts me in sort of... the place of the dog. And you as the cat. Ironic." His eyes narrowed, his right hand lashing up to strike her across the face, "How I hate such things. As I hate the tone in your voice. But no matter... your attitude doesn't change how things will be."

"There's more irony in those words than you think," She spat back at him, "The dog has to chase the cat... But I do apologize, I should've known better than to take that tone with you." A smile curved its way to her lips as she inclined her head in mock apology. "So how will things be? I'm dying to know."

Reval's eyes lit up as he rose to his full height, "The cat is brave, isn't it. Well... I don't have to chase you. Why? Because you walked right into a trap. I knew you were coming, but I had to prepare. Why do you think it took so long for you to get here?" He raised his right hand, the chair shifting to force her to stand in front of him, "You're mine now. If you think you can escape, go ahead and try."

Was she afraid? It didn't appear so, not just yet. Her smile never faltered, possibly as an act of defiance to prove she was stronger than his little games. "So far you haven't given me reason nor desire for escape. Perhaps later I'll give it a try, just to see if I can." He wanted to talk? So did she. It didn't matter that she could be digging herself in over her head. "So what will you do with me now that I'm in such a vulnerable position, hm?"

Reval smiled, reaching out, brushing a hand along her face, "I'm going to twist your frail mind around my finger..." He'd not wait for a response, releasing a wave of pain from his hand directly to her head. Sandra tried her best to stay conscious, the soft warmth of his hand sharply contrasted by the immense pain. Darkness swam at the corners of her vision and pain consumed her every thought. The last wavering image she saw was his beautiful face watching her as unconsciousness claimed her body.

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An empty black void. Darkness so thick it stuck in her throat and crept along her skin as if it were alive. Uneasiness drowned out her senses. Was this place real... or just another illusion?

Slowly, a figure appeared. Taller than her by at least two feet with hair the color of snow and a muscular build that came from battle. 

"Denaron?"

No... I couldn't be... 

"Sandra... you're disappointing me..." It was his. The voice of her dearest friend. He turned to face her. "You're weak... to have gotten caught. Pathetic. Anyone could have escaped such a thing." 

"I'm disappointing you? Den, you know me better than that, don't you? Who says I was caught? Maybe I let this happen for a reason..." 

Taking an unsteady step back, confusion and doubt twisting what she thought was real, Sandra nearly bumped into another figure that had materialized behind her. This one female. 

No... oh please... no...

Rena glared, shoving Sandra back towards Denaron.

"You know what he means! How could you?! He raped me Sandra! How could you even think of doing something like this!? I thought I could trust you!" Breaking down in tears, the fragile girl moved back right into Tyr's waiting hands. 

The words tore into Sandra and she would've rushed forward had Denaron not taken hold of her. "You let her down. You let me down. I was wrong about you Sandra... I was so wrong about you..."

"I wasn't thinking! I know what he did and I'm sorry!! Rena!" Tears burned down her cheeks as she was forced to watch. Nothing had hurt like this before and she thrashed, trying to free herself. "Den... please... you know me... let me go to her... you know me!"

"Do I?" He released his hold on her as if suddenly repulsed, "The Sandra I know would've comforted her sister, helped her through her time of need. Not go off on some impulse... What could be going through you head? No... the Sandra I knew would've helped Rena escape, would have gotten help, and would have raised the child to grow into a fine man..." He'd start to vanish, his words still echoing around her, "No Sandra... I don't know you..."

Sandra collapsed to her knees, hands tangling in her hair as tears streaked mercilessly down her face. "This... it wasn't supposed to happen like this..." Rena's tortured screams and disembodied voices stabbed into her soul the fault she'd made by coming here. "I did comfort her..." She whispered. "There's only so much I can do.....................I'm only human."

Alone again. Who was going to comfort her? She'd always been there, always been the one to help in a crisis... and the one time she does something selfish, something for herself, the world comes crashing down and everyone abandons her.

Reval appeared, then, smiling down at her. "You see... there is nothing for you anymore. No one will fight for you, with you, or even near you. How can you expect them to, after what you've done?" Almost instantly he was behind her, his hand resting on her shoulder. "Poor girl. Left alone with your inner impulses. Impulses that are all you have left."

"I can't. I can't expect anyone to fight for me." The image of her sister, the agony of betrayal on her face. She'd betrayed the only people who cared about her. "I've always been alone." Sandra felt empty, her tone flat as she looked back at him. He was right. That was all she had left. Those damned impulses that burned so fiercely in the dark.

Reval chuckled, standing tall. "Yet, who says you have to be. This darkness that spreads through you like fire... why not have it fulfilled... and not be alone?" He could see the way his words were twisting around in her damaged mind as she looked down at the hand he offered.

What else is there for me? The wounds from his little mind game were still fresh, so strong that she was blind to his manipulation. Perhaps he could make her forget... It took only moments for her to consider it. Anything was better than being left here alone. Taking a deep breath she reached out and took his hand...

...and awoke to find herself back in the manor, sitting in the same chair she'd sat in what felt like hours before. Reval was no where to be seen. Had he even been there? Everything looked normal... yet the warmth of Reval's hand holding hers remained...

Standing, Sandra ran a shaky hand through her hair, trying to understand what new twist this game had thrown her in to.

Come to me. The voice was Reval's and seemed to whisper across her mind like a brush of wind. Tell me your impulses... your dark desires... what you really want... It was an enticing offer, a door creaking open to her left in invitation. 

A chill ran up her spine and she took a step in its direction before hesitating, if only for a moment. Adrenaline was working over time as she stepped closer to the doorway. My dark desires? Sandra bit her bottom lip at the thought. Those were things she'd never told anyone. Things she kept locked away from the judging gaze of others. "What I really want.......

.......is the absence of control... knowing that I am at the mercy of another..." One phrase. The simplicity of her core self. What she'd always wanted...

Her very words echoed around her. The absence of control! It sounded like a chorus of souls shouting back her thoughts, her very being. But the blood was pumping so loudly in her ears she could hardly hear the voices. The room seemed to beckon her forth, the very air of superiority emanating from the door before her. Hand trembling, Sandra pulled it open slowly. No turning back. No changing her mind. Stepping through the threshold, she had no idea what would await her...

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A simple room was set out before her. One table stood in the center with two chairs seated at it. The one chair, closest to Sandra, was normal in every way. Yet the other, which stood facing away from her, was large and foreboding. 

"Sit."

Unable to control her body, Sandra's legs began to carry her towards the chair. Struggling fiercely she tried to resist, the energy in the room itself forcing her into obedience. Unfamiliar. The literal sensation of not having control over her own body. There was no use in fighting it as mere seconds later she was sitting in the chair, waiting silently.




A Game of Cat and Mouse



The chair turned about, Reval sitting in it, basking in the control he had. "So nice of you to join me. Would you care for something to eat or drink?"

What the perfect host. Fine. He wanted to play this game, so would she. "I'm afraid I'll have to decline. I don't have much of an appetite." Sandra kept her words light, almost casual with a hint of that ever present bite.

"No... of course not. You wouldn't be hungry." He'd chuckle, waving a hand towards the wall to his right. The wall began to twist, distorting before it settled again. Yet this time, there were several implements hanging on the wall, most with the appearance of torture. "You're right not to eat. Your stomach is less likely to heave on you."

Sandra spared a look over to the wall, her eyes still on it as she spoke to him. "That's so kind of you to care but don't worry about me. I think I can control my own stomach." Her eyes met his. A smirk, however slight, found its way to her lips. "I wouldn't want to ruin this dress."

"I think you'd have more to worry about than your dress. A lot more..." He'd wave his other hand at her, once more exerting his control. "But I'm sure you have a retort for that as well. One that only comes from fools." Scowling and despite her resistance, Sandra was dragged over to the wall, her hand lifting to brush across the items hanging there. A shiver ran down her spine but she couldn't restrain her curiosity. "You've a nice collection. I can't imagine you get to use them all, too often at any rate."

Standing, Reval smiled, moving behind her, his hands moving onto her shoulder. "I get to use what I want. Of course, their looks are not what they are for." The air shifted and her hand reached out to wrap around one of the stranger items. "I'm sure if you wanted I could give you a demonstration of a few of them." 

Sandra opened her mouth as if to answer, quickly discovering he'd taken even that control away from her. Fine. She could wait. It was still unnerving to have such limited power in her own body but... Holding the item in her hand she looked up at him expectantly, the question clear enough in her eyes. What is this?

Taking it from her, Reval flicked a switch on the end of it. "A simple device really." The end of the device became a blur, whirling about at such speeds that made her wonder what it could possibly be used for. "There are smaller strands coming from the ends of the spikes upon this thing," He explained, "it is usually used for more severe punishments or on those who have tough skin to break. It slices through the victim's skin multiple times, yet with minimum blood loss of course."

Of course. She nearly rolled her eyes, but forced herself to look away instead. As fascinating as his little toy was, she didn't seem to excited to test it out.

"Your case doesn't require such punishment. Yet..." Reaching out his own hand he'd pull what looked like a simple rod off the wall. "This... is a penetrating item. It can be used in... one particular spot in males... and two spots on females. I'd demonstrate on you, but that would ruin you for my fun." He tapped it at her waist, "However, I might grow bored with you and decide to try it out, as I haven't used it yet. It has two settings. Instant open, or slow open." A simple click of the switch on the side and the thing snapped open in a circular type fashion. He closed it, and repeated the process, this time opening it slower. "I'm sure you can figure out why it would ruin you."

Sandra closed her eyes slowly and turned her head. As much as she enjoyed learning about all his little toys she was starting to feel a bit edgy and took a step back as if creating distance would end discussion. The boy turned to her, smiling as she stepped away. "I probably shouldn't, should I? Aunt Sandra. If you really are Rena's sister. Hmph... but you're the only one that's been around lately I suppose. Father is gone looking for brother. Mother is... with someone, staying occupied. And me... I'm left all alone to amuse myself." He'd move, seeming to disappear, only to reappear behind her a split second later. It had happened so fast she bumped into him with another step, "That leaves you to fill my amusements. Don't worry though; I'm sure your desires can be accommodated as well." 

Aunt Sandra. She half-laughed, opening her eyes again. The idea was almost humorous. 

"You know... I really shouldn't play around like this. I should skip straight to the point. But then... what fun would that be?" 

Making her way back to her chair, she shrugged, "Hmm, you spoke of getting to torture the guests, but only after your father. Was it because he didn't think you good enough to have them first? He had to break them in before giving them to you?" 

Reval chuckled, staying where he was standing, eyes focused on her at the moment. "Ah yes... jealousy... anger. Is that what you hope to accomplish? And here I thought you said you wanted the absence of control." 

She couldn't tell him the real reason she'd taunted him as he moved to place both hands on her shoulders. That she held a strange fascination with the complex emotions that break inhibitions and briefly unleash something dark within the victim's soul. 

"My father does so to search for my brother. The last one he brought in apparently had seen him recently. That is why. It's because of this, and that my training is incomplete that I don't get first picks."

"Please, pardon me if I offended. Just... testing out the waters."

His hands moved to wrap around her neck, gently at first, then rough. It amused him the way her hands were instantly on his, trying again to pull herself away. "So tell me, Aunt Sandra... what do you think I'm going to do to you?"

Images of Rena and Denaron came flooding back unbidden. "Truthfully? I've no idea. You have a habit of throwing me off just when I think I've figured it out." 

He laughed a bit, pulling away, "That's an age old trick... One that can be quite formidable, if used correctly. You know I'm up to something, yet every time your mind thinks it has it figured out, I do something different. Something that throws you off. But what if... what if one of the things you'd thought I'd do to you... What if I was just covering it up?" 

Wasn't that a cruel thing to say when someone's imagination was already running wild? "Then... I'd probably be genuinely afraid." Hard as she tried, the words didn't come out as nonchalant as she had hoped.

"Afraid? You? How shocking. And here I thought you were made of nerves of steel..." He'd move to lay a hand on her shoulder, squeezing hard. "Or maybe... you were playing pretend. Just like all humans do. Fake how you truly feel. Tell me... you must feel like a rabbit, cornered by the fox. Or, more suitably, the cat cornered by the dog, without any claws to defend itself."

Sandra rolled her shoulder in a half-hearted attempt to brush off his hand, "I have a wild imagination. Enough of my own thoughts could chip away my 'nerves of steel' within minutes." As to being cornered... silence.

Reval would laugh again. He was always laughing. "A wild imagination is a gift and a curse." His hand would not move from her shoulder and his other hand would clasp the other shoulder as he moved behind her, most likely uncomfortably close, his mouth right behind her ear as he whispered, "But it's what you don't know, that is truly dangerous..."

Sandra had grown to hate his mocking laughter and she shifted anxiously as he moved behind her, indeed visibly uncomfortable. Again with the little comments that played with her imagination and made her wonder about things yet to come. Still uneasy, with no way to respond and still wear the mask of strength over her emotions, she opted again for silence.

"Your mind is racing, yet you're getting nowhere. I can tell. Isn't it frustrating? To feel like you do so much, and yet seem to change nothing? That's how humans have been their whole existence. Doing so much, changing little. Only when they don't want to change something, does it."

Rubbing her temples, Sandra muttered something to herself. The attempts to calm her nerves were doing little other than frustrating her more. "I've had enough of your words. These little games you insist on playing." She started to stand, "This is where I say 'Game Over' and leave." 

Tightening his grip, Reval only laughed, shoving her back down into her seat. "Really? So that's it, huh? Game over? Oh, Dear Sandra, things never end at game over. They continue. And since you have given up..."

Restraints shot from the floor around the chair and strapped her down roughly. "...That means I win."

Panic raced through her thoughts as she thrashed against the bindings. Had she really thought it would be so easy? That she could just walk away? Part of her probably still believed it as she hissed at him through clenched teeth, "You haven't won anything."

Reval moved to stand in front of her, kicking the table against the wall. "Really now? You did say Game Over, correct? You didn't beat me; you just gave up playing our little game. So now, since you have so graciously given up, I'm so graciously going to have my way with you."

"You. Can. Try." The dare was a low growl at the back of her throat, and because it was human nature she continued to struggle.

He ran a finger along her neck, still smiling. "Try? No... there won't be any tries. There will only be success. Hmph... I bet you'll enjoy it, wanting to be devoid of power." Cocky bastard. Or was it her who had been cocky? He kept that mocking smile trained on her, grabbing her chin hard to kiss her quickly upon the lips before pulling away and letting go.

"Like I said... Success."

Sandra acted as if his touched burned and jerked away from him. Still... the body and the mind were two separate things and though her mind hissed and fought, she could not control the way her body reacted to his attentive taunting. 

"I believe I said absence of control, not devoid of power." She was fuming, and it showed. "Now let me go."

Shaking his head, he laughed at her, "No. Plain and simple. I won't let you go. I do hate having to repeat that. So let me get it into your head!" Reaching out, his hands grasped her head on either side and as soon as he touched her thousands of voices started screaming inside her mind. 

"WON'T LET YOU GO!!"

She closed her eyes, thrashing her head back and forth, uselessly trying to dislodge his hold. "No! Stop it!" Regardless of what he did to her, however long he kept her here, Sandra was determined to make him work to break her. If that meant giving in now so she'd have enough strength to face him later, so be it. Tears of fury fell unbidden from her eyes as she forced herself to look up at him. Bitter hatred, dark and unrestrained burned together with temporary defeat inside the depths of her eyes as wave after wave of voices rang painfully through her head. "Please... I... I understand... You won't let me go... I won't... ask it of you... again..."