1 comments/ 12367 views/ 0 favorites A Surprise Gift By: Hisscarlett I try to stifle a smile as he rips the paper from the box. I fail and he stops to fix me with a deep gaze, raising his eyebrow before he once more turns to the package. My smile turns to a giggle as I know that he will be both pleased and amused by my surprise gift. I am rewarded with a deep chuckle as he holds the leather paddle. He raises his eyebrow again and asks if the cut out "slut" is an accusation or acceptance of my status. I feel that familiar tingle deep inside my being as I wiggle my toes happily and whisper that I accepted my status long ago. He smiles as he holds the paddle, testing its weight and nodding as he judges it more than acceptable. I point to the box "There is more Master!" My excitement, at his pleasure, is intensifying the tingle which is now covering my body. He smiles and tells me that I am right in ways I haven't even begun to understand. His words make my breath catch and I look into his eyes, my own shining. He delves into the box, his eyes fixed on me, smiling as he sees that blush of need climbing over my chest and up my neck. His hand comes into view once more and this time his laugh is a deep belly laugh. "MORE clamps?" His large hand makes the beaded nipple clamps look incongruous. I sigh happily, my nipples peaking even as I see the clamps in his hand. I tell him that just like shoes and lingerie a girl can never have too many clamps adding happily, "and they are so pretty." He stands; and takes my hand telling me that I have teased him long enough. He leads me to the bedroom and turns me to face him; before he slowly and gently kisses my lips. I moan into his kiss and hiss as his tender kiss ends with his teeth closing sharply onto my full bottom lip. "A taste of what is to come, my sweet." Words that I barely hear as his mouth closes over mine once more. I feel my body react as it always does to him and I melt into his arms. He moves away and sits on the chair, telling me that he wants to watch me strip for him. I smile sweetly, innocently, in direct contrast to the sexy thoughts in my mind as I slowly unbutton my dress and ease it from my shoulders. I feel my skin pimple; though I cannot tell whether it is the cool air or my excitement that causes it. He sighs happily as his property comes into his view. The burn on his eyes on my flesh makes me tremble, my nipples swollen and tender. He smiles admiringly and tells me not to remove my bra or panties. He stands and pulls me close, kissing me softly once more before I feel his fingers move through my hair. The tingles from his touch sliding over my body making me shiver in his arms. Then he pulls my head back, hard; exposing my throat. I groan as I feel his tongue slide over my hot skin as he licks from my collar bone to my jaw then grips my throat in his free hand. He whispers in a deep, low voice that I have definitely teased enough. Holding my head in place he rips my bra open and tears it from my body. Goosebumps cover me, my nipples erect and so sensitive that even the light breeze from the open window is almost painful. Looking into my eyes he smiles once more as he uses his free hand to pluck cruelly at my nipples, making sure that they are hard and long. My muffled yelp of pain rewarded with another, harder, pinch. He licks one hard nipple briefly, blowing on the wetness, his smile felt rather than seen as I moan and press into him. He pauses for a moment; his eyes fixed on mine, and then reaches into his pocket to pull out one of the clamps. "Pretty isn't it? And it will feel so sweet on your lovely nipples, my slut." I groan with need and close my eyes as I feel my hair released, the suspense making me tremble as I stand there before him. Then the clamp bites onto my right nipple in a sharp, delicious pain that makes me scream. His mouth closes over my other nipple almost instantly, sucking gently, teasing and easing, then biting hard making me both jump and whimper with pain. He laughs as he shows the other clamp to me. "Beg for it, slut! Beg now!" My words trip over each as they spill out. Desperate entreaties for more, desperate entreaties for anything he wants to give me. My words rewarded with the other clamp biting hard onto my sensitive, needy nipple. I throw my head back as the wonderful sensations course through me. My cunt immediately wet, dripping to be used and my mind swimming with desire. I cannot focus on anything bar the nip of the clamps and hardly register his hands pressing me forward so I am bent over, my hands on the edge of the bed. He comes behind me, rubbing his erect cock against my ass, making me moan again and thrust my ass towards him. He corrects me gently, aware of my aroused state, reminding me just once that I are not to move without permission. His fingers slide into the top of my panties and then with a rip they are no longer. My eyes close once more, my thoughts centred on my cunt as I feel the sweet drip of my need for him. I hear him test the paddle on his palm. I hear the swish of it through the air as he tests the distance of his swing. Then the delicious crack simultaneous with the sting of the leather onto my ass cheek. The sudden warmth coursing through my veins as the sting of the paddle connects with the bite of the nipple clamps and causes my cunt to spasm and gush. I whisper my thanks and the count as he slashes the paddle onto my ass over and over. My juices liberally coating my spread, inner thighs. The aroma of my arousal filling the room with the sounds of the paddle landing over and over on my greedy ass. Obediently I concentrate on counting each blow and thanking my Master over and over. The numbers lose their meaning, I count automatically, at times hardly able to keep pace as he slams the paddle onto my abused flesh quickly without a break, then time between each bite as he takes care to ensure that the cut out clearly marks me as what I am. As his slut. I reach thirty-six and feel that intense need for orgasm almost overwhelm me. The waves of need have built, I feel myself totter on the edge. Knowing that it will take little to push me over I fight it, knowing I dare not come without his permission. He pauses, asks if I want to come for him, already knowing my answer before he asks. I nod mutely, gasping for breath, then manage to answer, my words as excited as my body, "Yes Master. Your slut wants to come for you Master." I feel his finger trace the outline of the word etched onto my flesh. "Yes, my slut, I know you do." His nail rakes over the marks on my tender ass cheeks causing me to wince as I feel his cock press between my ass cheeks. The pleasure of the pain he is giving me making me tremble and shake. The pressure of his hardness against my heated, abused ass cheeks almost too much to bear. His cockhead presses against my dripping cunt, easing into me. His answer, "You get to come when I do slut." causes my head to reel. Then I feel him thrust into me, I hear him grunt as his cock plunges into my wetness. He drives into me over and over, his nail pressing into the welts on my flesh driving me insane with need. His cock pounds harder and harder into me as he reaches around with one hand to pull on one of the pretty clamps. The pain from my nipple connects with my gushing cunt and I feel my orgasm building. I fight it, desperate not to come until he permits it. Then, just as I feel his cock twitch then erupt deep inside me his voice barks, "Come slut. Come hard now." My head spins, a scream torn from me, and my body spasms sharply, my cunt milking his cock harder and harder as my entire being is consumed in obeying his wonderful order. A Surprise Gift "Early again?" I looked up from my computer to see Laura smiling as she came in the door to the office. "This is becoming a bad habit for you!" "No doubt..." I said. "Figured I'd make up for the last three years of coming in late from oversleeping. These new sleep meds work wonders." And it was the truth. For most of my life I didn't get much sleep at night; most of the sleep I got was accidental - at my desk in class, in front of the TV or even on a park bench. My friends started joking that I was narcoleptic, and I was almost inclined to believe them. The new medicine the doctor put me on did wonders for that, and since I started taking it about 3 months ago, I haven't had a rough night or the usual rougher morning. I worked through yet another long Friday: Blueprints, specifications and prototypes, the life of an engineer. Thinking about it, it was a wonder I ever got through school with as distracted - or even straight up asleep - as I was through my entire college career. I was lucky to graduate, and even luckier to score a sweet job at a local firm. I finished up the final page of the draft I was working on, and let myself take off 15 minutes early. I figured I'd earned it. At home, it was more of the usual - email, dinner, a movie and then I settled in for an evening of deep, relaxing sleep. -- I woke with a start. At first I was groggy - obviously I had woken up while still in a bit of a sedated state. My head cleared quickly when I noticed that I couldn't move. I had heard of sleep paralysis before, and it was even listed as one of the side effects of the medicine I was taking. This was different. I could move slightly, but there was much resistance. I was also on my stomach, in an extremely strange position - I never slept on my stomach. As my head cleared further, I managed to get a better grip on my situation and notice that my situation had a firm grip on me as well. My heart was pounding. I was stomach-down on a firm surface. I couldn't quite determine why, but I was sure the surface was elevated from the ground. My arms were bound tightly at my sides, my legs bound down, straight, and with my feet slightly more than shoulder-width apart. My head was on a firm pillow, elevated slightly, and held in place with some sort of leather band around my forehead. Whoever bound me here must not want me looking around and possibly getting a look at their face. But why not just cover their face? Why not blindfold me? Figuring that my captor must be near by, I spoke - only to find that I could make no noise. It was then that I noticed the fullness in my mouth - a firm rubber object was very securely fastened in place; large enough to fill my mouth, reaching almost to my throat. I was in a dark room, bound to a table, gagged and... cold? My heart stopped. The chill over my skin was brought to my focus - I was naked. I was in a dark room, bound to a table, gagged and NAKED. Was I... about to be raped? I started really pulling at my bindings now, but there was no use. I heard a faint noise, the sound of electronics. In front of me, immediately in the center of my vision a laptop computer was booting. Before now, the room was pitch black and silent. The new light from the laptop's display afforded me a look around the room. As my eyes adjusted to the new light, I began to recognize my surroundings. I was in a workshop, but not any workshop - my own workshop, attached to the side of my home. And the laptop that so kindly lit my surroundings was my laptop. Something very wrong was happening and I struggled now as hard mentally as I had physically just moments earlier. As the laptop finished booting, I expected a video of the puppet from Saw to narrate my sins to me and foretell my fate. Maybe I had seen too many movies, but then again, I was in my own garage, bound to a table, gagged and naked, and I didn't know how I got here. Ask anyone - that's pretty far from normal. My media player opened full screen and my heart skipped a beat. However, the demented puppet never came. Instead, the video was an ordinary and fairly innocuous porn - two gorgeous redheads entered the scene and began teasing each other. Since it was obvious that I was going to be here for a while, I took advantage of my captor's kindness and used the porn to, well, take my mind off of things. As I began to relax, as much as one can when they're in my situation, I noticed yet another aspect of my bindings. My cock was hanging through a hole in the table to which I was bound. Not only that, it seemed to be captive in its own rather snug enclosure. As I paid more attention to the video and less to my situation, my dick began to harden and fill the sleeve that covered it. I very nearly forgot about my dire situation when I heard an electrical relay click, and the sleeve over my cock began moving. I panicked. Was this machine about to pull my dick off? I froze in place, though considering my situation it would have difficult to do anything but, and waited for the mechanical grip of a penis-ripper-offer. Instead, the sleeve merely slid over my member, reciprocating slowly back and forth. Given the circumstances, it was a rather pleasant experience. I relaxed again, and let the machine stroke me while I watched two beautiful women grind each other to orgasm after orgasm. It was only a couple minutes later that I joined them - my body tensing as the machine milked a full load of cum out of my quivering cock. As if it knew I was finished, the machine slowed to a stop. The video paused, and my fear returned. What was going to happen now? Was this one last kindness before I was brutally murdered? I waited for the worst. I waited for footsteps, I waited for heavy breathing, for the grating of a butcher knife over a sharpening hone, for the cocking of a gun. Nothing of that sort came. In fact, nothing at all came. I was back in a silent room, bound to a table... well, you know the situation. I began to look around, harder this time. I looked for anything that might have been out of place, other that me. I noticed some blueprints on the floor, at the very edge of my field of view. They seemed to detail the construction of the table I was now part of. The plans didn't look familiar, but something about them did. I couldn't place it. I was straining to see any other detail of the room when I was startled by a loud noise. The shrieking of a woman in ecstasy filled the room, and drew my attention back to the laptop. The video had started playing again, and like clockwork the machine once again began stroking my cock. I wasn't in the mood for a repeat performance, but the machine was insistent. As my dick again filled the sleeve, I began to see the method to this machine's madness. It was programmed to stroke me to orgasm and then wait a certain amount of time before doing it again. This means that whoever put me here didn't need to be in the room, or even in the same zip code. There was nobody in the room but me. Nobody to kill me when I least expect it. Nobody to rape me. Nobody to let me out of these bindings. The realization hit me, and fear washed over me again. How long would I be strapped to this stupid thing? Was I going to be here forever? My mind reeled with the thought of spending the rest of my days bound to a machine that didn't think, didn't reason, didn't care - all it wanted was to grind on my cock until I died. I had dumped girlfriends for that same reason. My thoughts were cut short when I felt a sharp sting across my ass. This machine had more tricks up its sleeve, and I was none too happy about this one. CRACK! Again, my ass exploded with pain. My focus shifted to the laptop again, where the video had changed to a rougher scene with a man spanking a woman while fucking her from behind. CRACK! A paddle attached to the machine was blazing across my ass every few seconds. I winced each time I heard the relay click to activate it, and lost my breath each time it landed a hit. Maybe this wouldn't be so pleasurable. The pain occupied so much of my conscious thought that I didn't notice that the stroker had increased its pace. CRACK! I had been on the machine a lot longer this time - clearly it was not set to operate a specific amount of time. I wondered if the length of each 'session' would increase each time, or if there was some other trigger that would make it stop. I remembered how quickly it had shut off after my last orgasm, and decided to give it a try. CRACK! I focused on the video and attempted to thrust with my pelvis against the table. I wanted to fuck this machine into stopping, but clearly it was in control. The best I could do was to get into it and end it as quick as possible. I started shaking, my muscles tensed, and as the paddle hit me one more time... CRACK! I came. I came hard. As I expected, the machine powered down and slowed to a stop. The video on the laptop paused as the man landed a hard slap on her ass. I looked at how red - almost purple - that poor woman's ass was, and I imagined that mine didn't look much better. The hand of a machine is much less forgiving than that of a man. I was tired at this point. So tired that I passed out. -- CRACK! I would have jumped out of my skin had the leather straps not been holding me so tightly. The machine woke me with a slap on the ass as the stroker began pumping again and the video started playing again. I don't know how long I was out, but the sun was beginning to peek over the horizon as evidenced by the little bit of additional light in the room. CRACK! I took the chance to look around again, and noticed that there was a lot different in the room than the last time I had been in here. Normally I worked in the shop at night when I couldn't sleep, so it had been about three months since I had last set foot in here. Evidence of lots of work in my absence was everywhere. Scrap metal, wires, wood, leather - whoever bound me here had been using MY shop to build the machine I was bound to. CRACK! That fact alone angered me more than the constant assault on my back end. How could I not have noticed? I began to lose focus completely, but another slap on the ass made me realize that I had to keep my head in the game if I wanted to get this machine to rest again. I focused on the video and thought nothing but sexy thoughts. I thrust my hips, I wiggled in my bindings and moaned through my gag. CRACK! I must have been out long enough to regain some of my energy, because it didn't take long before I was able to force out another orgasm. This one was barely even enjoyable, but at least it would keep the machine at bay for a while. CRACK! SLAP! A new function, this time square across my back. It felt like the machine had a cat o' nine tails attachment, probably set to strike on a timer like the paddle. Why now, though? I had done what the machine wanted, but it showed no signs of slowing down. CRACK! SLAP! This time, instead of slowing down, the machine sped up. The stroker was working my cock at a furious pace, and I felt something tighten around the base of my balls. This stupid thing was putting a cock ring on me! CRACK! SLAP! My penis was on fire with sensation, and not the good kind. My body was beginning to shake uncontrollably as the sensation built inside of me. I realized now that my captivity was not intended to be enjoyable - at least not to me. As the whip and paddle kept landing hits, the stroker showed no signs of slowing. I thought I was going to pass out, I thought my body was going to fail me, when out of nowhere I felt like I exploded like a nuclear warhead. My vision went black, my muscles seized and spasmed. A huge load of cum exploded from my cock. I had never had a double orgasm before, but then again I had never been strapped to a machine dedicated to nothing other than taking my body to and beyond its limits. I thought maybe this orgasm would satisfy the machine, but it didn't change in the slightest. Through eyes that could barely focus, I scanned the room for any hope of release. My eyes landed on a specification sheet for a level sensing fluid container. Maybe I would be free of this machine after all! The paddle and whip kept firing away at my flesh, to the extent that I feared they would reach bone before I was released. I tried to focus on the porn on the screen. This machine was clearly not going to stop until I filled its reservoir with enough semen to trip the level sensor. I stared at the screen as the video changed once again. My heart dropped into my stomach when I saw the next scene open. A woman was bound tightly, bent over a saw horse as two other dominatrices brutalized her with whips. If the machine was matching my torment to the level of brutality on the screen, I feared what would come next. I didn't have to wait long. I felt cold metal jaws clamp down on my nipples and pull. My cock, still rigid from the tight ring, jumped and pressed against the edges of the stroker sleeve. I regained my breath and held it, trying to distract myself from anything but trying to orgasm. My body shook again as another wave of sensation shot through my body. Another load of hot cum inside this machine, but it still showed no signs of stopping. I tensed as I felt something move behind me. My mind raced as to what it might be, but I didn't have to wait long to find out. Bound to my torment, I couldn't lurch forward when the machine drove a thick rubber dildo in my ass. It was quite large and stretched my ass so much I thought it would rip me in half. The whip and paddles landed hits as the machine pulled on my nipples with unrelenting force. The dildo in my ass pumped with the rhythm of the stroker on my cock, and I could feel each and every ridge on the dildo as it slid in and out. It started shallow and as time went on it began driving deeper and deeper. I didn't know how long it was but I swore it had to have been as long as my arm from wrist to elbow, and felt almost as large. I couldn't take any more. My body was overwhelmed and I was being fucked, beaten, milked, and tortured by this ferocious, unrelenting machine. My cock exploded with the most intense, longest orgasm I'd had yet. It didn't slow the machine one bit. I gave up, there was not enough energy in my body left to give to this machine. All at once, I felt the machine change. It began to slow its pace. I felt the gag in my mouth begin to pulse, and reflexively I tried to pull my head back. Suddenly, my mouth was filled with hot cum. The machine shot wave after wave of my own semen into my mouth, and I had no option but to swallow every drop. It must have pumped a quart of hot, sticky liquid down my throat before it went dry and stopped. I blacked out. -- I don't know what time it was, or even what day it was when I woke up again. My back and ass were still screaming with pain, my dick was sore and my asshole was burning. I could, however, move for the first time. I pushed myself up from the table and stretched every muscle in my body. As my eyes regained focus and my legs steadied, I got up from the machine that had been so firmly attached to me for the last day or so. I stepped back and looked it over. Each attachment looked so much less menacing than I had envisioned them, and the dildo that I imagined as the size of my arm was, in reality, only about the size of my own penis. I stepped over to the workbench and picked up the blueprints. On top was a sticky note, written in a familiar hand. "I hope I enjoyed myself. -Me" I flipped through the blueprints in amazement, and realized why they looked so familiar. The handwriting was mine, the style was mine - every part of these plans were conceived, drawn, annotated and meticulously planned... by me. I set them back down and knocked over an empty pill bottle. Picking it up, I remembered reading about an interesting side effect to these pills. People reported not remembering things that they had done in the half hour between taking them and falling asleep. Each night for three months, I had apparently gone out to my workshop, snuck in half an hour of work on this insane project and then gone to bed; only to wake up in the morning none the wiser. I had made myself a surprise gift that I didn't even know I wanted - right under my own nose. Then on the final night, strapped myself in to the machine and set it to start in the morning. -- "You look like you had a rough weekend!" Laura said on her way to her desk. "Yeah," I replied. "I guess every medicine has its weird side effects." "Oh, guess you're gonna stop taking it, then?" "Nah." I couldn't help but grin a little. "A little surprise now and then makes life interesting." A Surprise Gift All individuals in this story are above the age of 21. ***** Another sultry night in Charleston, after spending all day at the beach you skin feels hot and your pussy is wet. Eating seafood on the rooftop with a nice breeze relaxes you for the excitement that is sure to come tonight. To my surprise and delight you have been flirting with our waitress all night. I didn't notice right away but she did. She is stunning, tan skin, dark hair, and piercing blue eyes. Obviously a college student working her way up in hope of something better, she must have been 22 years old. She caught on right away, coming close to you and just barely touching you as she gives her recommendations from the wine list. I noticed when she somehow made pouring your wine into foreplay. You chuckle and slide your hand into my lap in response to my raised eyebrow. Comfortable linen shorts make for easy access to my cock. You stroke my already hardening member and fell the tip for the precum that you enjoy so much. Licking your fingertip and looking like sex incarnate you suggest that we have some play tonight. I laugh out loud from the joy of being with you. Later at another rooftop club our new toy shows up and crosses directly to us as if being drawn by a magnet. After a couple drinks and dances the energy gets fierce. The way she slides her hands across your body is turning me on so much I might just blow from the show. It doesn't help that both of you keep rubbing up against my cock. Keeping me hard and attentive whilst depriving my brain of blood so I lose the ability of critical thought. The crowd also loves the show, occasionally throughout the night you feel someone's hand sliding across your ass, each example of lust raises your level of excitement. Your nipples are clearly visible pressing against the light cotton dress you are wearing. Our toy lightly bites one and you release a moan that drives me beyond distraction. At this point my instincts kick in and I call up the car to take us back to the resort. Once inside the vehicle rules and clothing disappear. Our Toy gets down on her knees and starts licking your wet, juicy snatch. I love to look into your eyes when you cum, to watch as waves of pleasure roll through your body. When you hear my voice in your ear telling you to cum you flood the car with the sense your orgasm. The driver is trying not to wreck and you feel another wave coming on when you see him watching you, lusting after you. With a mere gesture I could have you lean up to the window and tell him how you want to gobble on his cock while he drives. Safety for once wins out and the moment passes as our toy continues her labial buffet. Back at the villa, I get a couple glasses and the wine bottle as you two make out on the couch. I come back into the room and our Toy is eating you out again. She moans deeply as I slide into her from behind. My thrusts push her face and tongue deeper into your twat. Her fingers are on your g-spot and one is even playing with the ring of your ass ever so delicately. More orgasms follow until I suggest we move to the bed. Once on the bed you slide your ass onto my cock, riding me while facing away, and I tell our Toy to continue to eat your pussy. You know that this is one of my favorite situations. I can feel your ass tighten on my cock as she licks your clit. It feels even better when she slides one of your vibrators into your pussy. You have lost all control and just keep gushing as we both fuck you. When you feel my cock get even harder and cum in your ass you almost lose consciousness. Colors and sounds streak past you. Snapping out of it you decide to go to town on our Toy. Using all the tricks you have learned you turn her into a quivering wet rag. Finally, I hand over your favorite. The double ended dildo. Pushing your pussies close to each other and passing my cock from mouth to mouth you both unite in a long simmering orgasm. When you feel me getting ready to unload again you swallow my cock deep into your throat and begin swallowing. The tightness on my cock and the pulsating of your throat muscles exceed my ability to keep my balance. Slowly at first I topple to the side, the last few spurts of cum landing on your tongue for your to savor. Neither one of you can stand and walk so I get the duty of retrieving water for all. In return for such a gallant gesture when I get back both of you take turns sucking my cock back to life. Finally I cum again while she is giving me a rim job and you have my dick all the way down your throat. Swallowing my cum and smiling you ask if I enjoyed my surprise present? A Surprise Gift It was a beautiful, sunny Friday afternoon after a cold and dreary rain-soaked week, so I decided to cut out of the office a little early to mow the lawn, which was several days overdue and looked like a miniature forest. The warm sunshine matched my disposition as I drove home on my familiar route, windows down and radio blasting. It had been a long, exhausting week and I was greatly looking forward to the weekend. I pulled into my driveway and parked my truck, grabbing a package of yard bags out of the bed, and headed into the house to change from my work clothes into my old, grubby yard jeans. I slowly climbed the steep staircase and pushed open the bedroom door with my head absently pondering the weekend's activities. As I walked in, my gaze fell to the bed and I stopped dead in my tracks. A woman lay on my bed, smiling at me casually, as if nothing were out of the ordinary. My heart began racing. "Who are you?" I demanded. "My name is Laura," she said, rising and walking toward me. The lapels of her dark power suit swayed seductively with each step of her four inch heels, her long, slim legs wrapped sensually in dark pantyhose peeking out from the matching knee-length skirt. "And I'm your present." "What?" I stammered. "You're my...what?" "Your present," Laura replied as she wrapped long, lean arms around my neck. "A present from your wife. This afternoon, I am yours, to do with as you please. To fullfil all those nasty, kinky desires of yours that she's not willing to do." "Um, you're kidding, right?" I said. "This is some kind of joke." "No joke," she said. "Here, call your wife and ask her," Laura produced a phone from the inside pocket of her suit coast. "I'll use my own, if you don't mind," I replied. I dialed my wife's cell phone number and placed the phone to my ear. "Mmm, yes?" answered my wife after a few rings. "There's someone in our house," I said flatly. "Yes, that's Laura," my wife said. "She's yours for the afternoon. I know you aren't completely satisfied with our sex life, and even though I'm not willing to indulge all of your fantasies, I want you to be happy. So go ahead, hon, fuck her, ravage her. Take her anyway and every way you've ever wanted to, with my blessing." "You're not serious?" I said as Laura began to kiss gently at my neck. "Completely and totally serious," my wife said. "Fuck her brains out, please. Consider it an early birthday present. I love you." "I love you too," I said as my wife hung up the phone. "Satisfied?" Laura asked, stepping back. In those high-heels, she was as tall as I was, her lithe figure a picture of athleticism beneath the dark suit and low-cut, wide-collared white blouse she worse. Her tits were small, but perky and she radiated a natural, athletic beauty with long legs, long torso and a face that needed very little makeup. She looked to be in her mid 30's and beamed at me as she slid the dark suit coat off her shoulders and down onto the floor. She locked her arms around me in a tight embrace and pulled my mouth to hers, a passionate kiss erupting between us. Our tongues danced, probing each others' mouths as my hands roamed over her back, cupping her tightly toned ass. One by one, she unbuttoned my shirt, her hands sliding gently over my chest as she trailed downward, both with her hands and lips. Her kisses wrapped downward, spiraling around my neck and upper chest. She kissed and licked hungrily at my nipples as she slid my shirt off my shoulders and droppied it to the floor. I reached a hand into the V of her blouse, pulling away the first button with a pop. My hands dove deeper under the smooth fabric, cupping and teasing her small tits through her bra as I worked the rest of the buttons loose with my other hand. She stood before me, with her shirt hanging open, just a hint of a lacy black push-up bra exposed between the shimmery white folds of her shirt. I reached in, grasping her breast firmly, feeling the nipple rise under my fingers. My other arm wrapped behind the small of her back, pulling her towards me for another passionate kiss as I pushed the silky white fabric away to expose her tight bosom. She freed herself from the blouse, tossing it casually aside as our lips parted, then grasped my head firmly and pulled me back towards her. Her dark brown eyes glimmered with lust as our mouths met again, my hands delighting in the softness of her skin as I caressed up and down her smooth back. Laura dropped to her knees before me, her hands reaching out to unfasten my belt. As she pulled it away, one hand began to tease my cock and balls through my slacks while the other unzipped my fly. A few seconds later, the weight of my keys and cell phone cause my pants to drop to the floor and pool around my ankles, my bulging erection straining against the fabric of my boxers. Laura deftly pulled my shaft through the slit in front, my flesh protruding forth from the soft folds like a missile preparing for takeoff. With one gentle finger, Laura began to tease my cock, barely stroking around the swollen head and down the front of the shaft, causing bubbles of pre-cum to ooze from the tip. She leaned in, her breath warm and wet against the tight skin of my cock. She kissed my member with those soft, ruby lips, just under the head, where it met the shaft, sending a tingle up my spine as more more pre-cum dribbed forth. Her kisses continued down the shaft as her fingers stirred the slippery fluid around my cock head and down under its ridge. Laura began to kiss and lick at my ballsack as her hand began to pump gently up and down my shaft. Her tongue darted around my balls, licking between and plunging farther, toward my taint. With one hand wrapped firmly around my cock head and her mouth licking fervently at my sack, Laura began to massage my taint, causing my hips to buck in time with her strokes. I reached out to stroke her dark hair, which was neatly tied into a small bun at the back of her head. As she continued to stroke, lick and massage my loins, I pulled free her hair tie, watching a wave of curly dark brown hair tumble down her face and neck, framing that beautiful face on both sides. Laura lifted her head and tossed her now-free locks expertly to one side, then leaned forward with a smile and took me into her eager mouth. My hands dug into her hair as Laura's tongue flicked across my cock in that warm, inviting wetness. Her head began to bob up and down on my glistening shaft as she sucked me voraciously. Her hands squeezed at my ass checks, driving her forward onto my cock, forcing it deeper and deeper into her mouth. As the last of my shaft disappeared into those ruby lips, I felt her fingers pulling open my ass checks and circling around my asshole. "Mmmmm, ohhhh," I moaned as she teased my hole. She smiled as my prick popped out of her mouth, shimmering in the light with spit and pre-cum. Laura reached under the bed and produced a small bottle of lube, which she applied liberally to her fingers. "You like your ass played with, hmm?" she cooed. "Oh God, yes" I gasped. Laura's slickened fingers danced around my backdoor, massaging it with gentle circles as she gobbled my cock once more. Her left hand grasped the base of my cock, cupping my balls and thrusting it in and out of her mouth while her right hand gently pushed more and more firmly with each orbit of my asshole. She slid into me, just a finger tip at first, which she pumped gently a few times before pushing deeper into my asshole, all the while my cock was buried in the warm wetness of her mouth. Laura pulled her fingers out as she released my cock, stroking it several times with her left hand before applying more lube to her fingers and probing me again. The gentle circles around my hole lasted only a second before her finger plunged in at the same moment her mouth engulfed my swollen cock once again. Laura finger-fucked my asshole, slowly at first, then speeding up in time with the thrusting of my cock into her mouth. A second finger began to circle my hole, before sliding in easily next to the first. "Ohhh....Oh yes..." I moaned as she filled me with her fingers. "I, I think I'm gonna come," I gasped. Laura didn't miss a beat, if anything she sped up, her fingers fucking my asshole with the same reckless abandon that she sucked away at my throbbing cock. I was moments from eruption when her fingers slipped from my hole and the warm embrace of Laura's mouth disappeared from my cock. It shone in the warm light of my bedroom, throbbing and pulsing with each beat of my heart, aching for release. "Not yet, you're not," Laura teased. She stood up and kissed me deeply, her tongue forcing her spit mixed with my pre-cum into my mouth. The slippery, salty taste excited me as she probed my mouth. "We've got the whole afternoon." She stood up and walked a few steps away from me, unzipping her skirt and dropping it to the floor, revealing a matching black lace garter belt supporting those stockings. She bent over to pull the garment away from her feet, her naked, toned ass staring invitingly at me, begging to be touched. Laura turned and kissed me again, the fabric of her bra pushing against my chest as my hands found that luscious ass, squeezing into her firm, round buttocks. Her hands pushed down gently on my shoulders and she spread her legs gently apart. "You do like to eat pussy, don't you?" she asked. "Mmmm, I sure do," I said as I knelt before her, freeing myself from both my boxers and my slacks which had been gathered around my ankles. My eyes lingered on her perfectly shaved cunt, which was glistening with her juices. Laura's hands began to roam lovingly through my short hair. Her scent was intoxicating as I began kissing up her firm, smooth inner thighs, anticipating the honey pot between her legs. She gasped slightly as I parted her lips with my tongue, lapping slowly up each side, gently teasing her and relishing her wetness flowing into my mouth. I moved up to her clit, kissing gently at the top of her cunt before flicking my tongue across it, sending spasms through her and causing her to grasp tightly to my short hair. I raised a hand and gently teased her folds with my middle finger, then slid it into her welcoming sex. She moaned softly as my finger penetrated her, then grew louder as my tongue went back to work. I pumped my finger in and out, then added another as I sucked hungrily at her clit. God, she tasted amazing. Laura's hands head my head firmly on either side, pushing me into her as though she were trying to suffocate me. Her hips bucked with each thrust of my fingers and Laura ground her pussy on my face. I could tell she was getting close, but turnabout is fair play, after all I pulled back, leaving her standing there gasping and bucking her hips, her head back and eyes closed in ecstasy. She looked down, breathing heavily, her eyes looking aimlessly in my direction as I stood up. I took her firmly by the shoulders and spun her, pushing her gently down face down on the bed with her feet planted on floor. I spread her legs apart, the high-heels pushing her ass and pussy upward and backward toward my glistening cock, inviting me into her. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled as I positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to her womanhood. I pushed forward and entered her, sliding easily into her snatch, which practically gushed with her juices. I fucked her slowly at first, enjoying the long, slow strokes as my cock worked itself balls deep into her tight cunt. I leaned forward and cradled her body, pulling her up away from the mattress, my hands grasping her firm tits, which were still contained by the push-up bra. Not for long. I snapped free the clasp, freeing her wonderful breasts, nipples standing erect in the cool air. My hands found her wonderful perky mounds again, her small, brown nipples firm beneath my finger tips as I increased the pace of my thrusts. A sudden flood of wetness between her legs and a loud series of screams signaled her orgasm, though she continued to push back on my cock aggressively as she came. I pulled my cock out of her dripping snatch and gathered the juices in my hand. I rubbed my fingers through her spunk, spreading it around as I grasped her firm ass firmly with my other hand. I dribbled what was left of her juices down her ass crack, watching the drops trail down the crevice to her asshole. I gently placed my thumb on her asshole and began to massage her juices into it, in slow circular motions, just as she had done with me. I reached down and grabbed the bottle of lube, squirting a generous amount onto her firm ass and working into her tight hole. Laura moaned in anticipation as I prepared her for an ass-fucking. "Mmmm, your wife won't do this for you, will she?" she asked in a raspy voice. Her breathing was beginning to return to normal as her orgasm faded. "No, she won't," I replied. Somehow, that turned me on even more. Fucking the other woman. In the ass. "You poor, poor man," Laura said as she reached back and grabbed my cock, positioning it at the entrance to her back door. "Fuck my ass!" she begged. "Please!" I obliged, slowly squeezing my rock-hard cock into the tightness of her asshole. As the head disappeared, I stopped to squeeze more lube on the shaft before plunging in deeper. It took a few minutes for Laura to adjust to my girth in her ass, but slowly I began to thrust and pump. Small movements at first, until she began to loosen slightly, then gradually deeper and harder. Her tightness was amazing! I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out long, but I didn't care. I fucked her with reckless abandon, my hips smacking against her buttocks rhythmically as I hammered her asshole with my big hard cock. Laura, for her part, fucked back, sliding forward and backward with my thrusts, moaning enthusiastically the whole time. She propped herself up on one arm, then reached down between her legs and began to play with her pussy while I fucked her ass. Finally, my cock erupted, shooting ropes of hot, sticky cum into her bowels. My hands clawed at her tits as I came, over and over and over again, harder and longer and stronger than I could ever remember. At last, after what felt like dozens of spurts, I collapsed onto the bed on top of her, my cock still buried in her asshole. The wetness down her leg told me that she came a second time as I pounded her ass. Neither of us spoke for what felt like an eternity as we lay there in a pile of sweat, lube and cum. Finally, I pulled my cock out of her asshole and laid down beside her on the bed. She lifted her head and kissed me gently between gasps. "Your wife," she panted, "doesn't know what she's missing out on." I kissed her back. "I think she does, but that was amazing," I said. "Can we do this again sometime?" A wicked grin flashed across her face. "You think we're done?" she said. "That was just the first course." I looked down at my softening cock. "I don't think he's going to be ready for action for a little while," I lamented. "Don't you worry," Laura replied as she pushed herself up and glided over to the nightstand where my wife and I kept our all-too seldom used sex toys. She crossed her ankles and bent over as she opened the bottom drawer, pointing her perfect ass directly as me, a small stream of my cum leaking between her cheeks. "Your wife told me all your dirty...little...secrets," Laura cooed as she pulled out a toy, still facing away from me. She straightened up and slowly turned around, an 8" bright red strap-on dildo in her hands. She held it firmly at her crotch with one hand, while stroking the plastic shaft with the other. "You love cock, don't you?" she asked with a grin on her face. "Well, uh, just the fake kind....um, attached to beautiful women," I replied. I could feel blood rushing to my face, but also to my cock as I watched the athletic brunette jacking off the bright red dong. "That's right," she said as she stepped into the harness effortlessly, "You're not gay or anything. You just love cock." She tightened the straps and let her hands fall away, her cock held firmly over her pussy and pointing straight at me. "I can't say that I blame you," Laura continued, climbing back onto the bed and crawling towards me on her hands and knees. "I love cock, too. I love sucking cock. I love stroking cock. I love cock inside me." She kissed me hard and full on the lips, then our mouths opened and our tongues danced. I reveled in the sloppy wetness of the kiss, so different from the chaste, quick pecks of my wife. Laura's hand began gently stroking my cock, which was now beginning to harden once again. "I'm going to especially love shoving my big..hard..cock up your tight little asshole," she said, "But first..." Laura spun around, so that she was facing away from me and straddled my face, all 8 inches of that plastic cock danging in front of my mouth. Laura took my stiffening rod into her mouth and gently sucked me back to full arousal. "Suck my cock while I suck yours," she moaned, grabbing the toy and pushing it into my mouth. Laura's cock sunk into my eager mouth. I lapped at it hungrily, enjoying the fullness of it sliding in and out as she took mine back into her mouth. She gently pushed my legs apart and her fingers began circling my asshole. A quick squirt of lube on her fingers and she was inside me again, one finger teasing my hole with gentle thrusts, all while my cock was buried in her mouth and hers in mine. My mind was reeling, it was like a 2-person orgy. I could smell the delicious scent of her womanhood as her cock bobbed in and out of my mouth and I could tell she was getting aroused again. A second finger soon joined the first in my asshole, that feeling of fullness and pleasure washing over me as Laura probed my hole. My cock popped free of Laura's mouth, throbbing with pleasure aching to be released once again. She pulled the bright red dildo out of my mouth and spun again, kneeling between my spread legs and positioning the head of her cock at my asshole. The image of her there, about to take me was so overpowering, I nearly came as she pushed forward and slid the head of her cock into my ass. I moaned in ecstasy and closed my eyes as Laura sunk deeper and deeper into me. Her red cock slid smoothly in, then back out, then in a little further, then back out, gently and patiently waiting for my tight hold to adjust. I opened my eyes and gasped in pleasure as, with one final thrust, Laura pushed the entire length of her cock into my asshole. She leaned down to kiss me, hard and aggressively as she began to pump the strap-on in and out, slowly at first, then speeding up when she felt me pushing back against her. Laura grabbed my head and lifted it to her breast, "Suck my nipples while I fuck your ass," she commanded. I happily complied, taking her right tit into my mouth, licking and sucking at it as she continued her thrusts. Suddenly Laura pulled back, sliding her cock completely out of my hole. I moaned in disappointment as that feeling of fullness left me. "On your hands and knees," she whispered in my ear, gently pushing me to turn over. I rolled over and lifted my ass into the air, reaching back to feel Laura positioning herself behind me. "Tell me you want it," Laura said. "I want it," I whispered. "You want what?" she replied, teasing my hole with the head of her cock, but not sliding it in. "I want you to fuck my ass," I whispered. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" Laura teased, "I'm afraid I didn't quite hear you." "Please, fuck my ass!" I said loudly, "I want you to pound my asshole with your big hard cock!" Laura grabbed my hips and thrust forward, plunging the entire length of her strap-on into me in one smooth motion. She steadied herself, grasping my buttocks firmly with both hands, then went to work on my hole with quick, hard thrusts. A Surprise Gift I gasped in pleasure as her hips smacked repeatedly against my ass checks, each slapping noise intensifying my moans. "Oh God yes," I panted. "Your cock feels so good in my ass!" Laura released her iron grip on my buttocks and pulled me over on my side, spooning me as she pumped my ass. She reached around with one hand to stroke my cock, which was oozing with pre-cum. Using it to lubricate her hand, Laura jacked me off in time with her thrusts, stroking hard and fast as her cock hammered away in my asshole. Suddenly, I came. Harder, longer than I had ever come before. Wave after wave of semen erupted from my cock, the first shot nearly reaching my chin. I looked down as my orgasm subsided. My chest was covered in cum. Laura slowed her assault of my anus, but continued to stroke my shaft until every last bit of cum was drained out of it. I felt the dildo slide out of my hole as Laura rolled me over onto my back. She leaned over and kissed me fiercely, then trailed down my neck, licking and teasing at my nipples before arriving at the first puddle of cum on my chest. She licked it up hungrily, then quickly lapped up rest of the spunk trailing down to my cock. Her warm mouth engulfed my softening manhood as she pumped it gently with her hand, milking every last drop into her mouth. Laura raised herself up and slipped out of the harness, dropping it to the floor. She smiled at me, then crawled up and kissed me again. As my mouth opened to allow our tongues to dance, a thick, salty fluid slid into my mouth and I realized Laura was feeding me my own cum. The shock must have been obvious on my face, Laura grabbed my head and held firmly as my seed dribbled out of her mouth and into mine. We continued kissing, wet, sloppy, cum-soaked kisses until both our mouths were frothing with spit and semen. Laura pushed herself up as I was gasping for breath, the tangy taste of cum in my mouth. "That...." I panted, "was....mmmmmph." I never got that chance to finish that thought because Laura's dripping wet cunt came down and started grinding on my face. She knelt above me with one leg on either side of my shoulders humping away at my mouth, her juices mixing with the mess of cum that was surrounded my lips She bore her weight down on me, forcing her pussy into my face, writhing up and down. I wasn't so much eating her cunt as she was fucking my face. Laura slid up a little further, rubbing her cunt and asshole on my nose before lowering herself back down. Her asshole planted itself firmly on my lips and my tongue hesitantly began to circle it, which was still wet with lube and cum from when I had assfucked her earlier. "That's right, eat my asshole, you little slut," Laura moaned as she began to finger her pussy, which was rubbing against the bridge of my nose. Laura's hips bucked hard and fast as my tongue probed her sloppy asshole, lube dripping out and adding to the multitude of fluids dripping down my face. "Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!" Laura screamed, grinding her pussy and ass hard against my face as her fingers pumped deep and hard in her cunt. Laura erupted with a wordless cry as she came, a steam of clear fluid erupting from her pussy and hitting me in the eyes, nose and forehead. Her juices slid down the side of my face as I tried to blink away the sting of it in my eyes. Cum and lube dribbled off my chin and down onto my chest as Laura climbed off of me. I saw a bright flash of light and heard a familiar "click" as Laura curled up beside me. I blinked several more times to clear my vision, which finally cleared to reveal my wife standing near the foot of the bed, with a smile on her face and a camera in her hands. "Wow, hon," she said. "You look like you've been fucked six ways to Sunday. And enjoyed the hell out of it, too." It was all I could do to nod as I collapsed back into the pillows.