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A Test

By: Gojenngo



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She'd asked for it. A true feminist would balk at such a statement but it was the truth. She had asked for it and he was only giving her what she wanted.

Juliana stood straining, her wrists and ankles secured to the cross with paddled leather cuffs. Her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and had turned a nice bright shade of pink. 

Her head fell forward and she took deep gulps of air. She tried to recover, to work through the pain before the next blow rained down. And it would, there was no doubt about that. She had asked for one hundred and they had only worked their way up into the sixties. 

Michael stood back and waited his body likewise covered with sweat from the exertion of yielding the large leather flogger. The muscles in his arms strained under the continuous exercise. Never before had he given her so many but if she could take it he sure the hell could dish it out. It was a test, for both of them. Was she strong enough to withstand one hundred lashes? Was he strong enough to administer them?

Their relationship had started out casual. Juliana had been a novice looking for someone with experience to help her first learn and then exceed her limits. She was submissive by nature but over time she had developed a strong masochistic streak as well. Michael loved training newbies. His excitement was heightened when he witnessed their reaction to the first time under the lash. Juliana had been a treat. Not only was she new but she had an extremely high tolerance for pain. Michael was able to let himself go during their play, something he had never been able to do before.

After a time Michael found himself wanting to spend more and more time with her. Juliana was intelligent and possessed the right amount of life experience and education to be interesting. So many women within the community were either unintelligent or lacked a sense of self-esteem. The same wasn't true of Juliana. What was even more surprising was that when he was with her he wanted to do things other than just play. He was happy going out to dinner and a show or staying home and renting a movie. After a time he realized that he wanted her in his life, permanently.

Juliana moved in and things started to change. Michael found himself holding back. They would be in the middle of a scene, Juliana withering in pleasure and pain on the bed and he wouldn't bring the whip down quite as hard as he could. Her pain and suffering was so exciting but he was reluctant to take it to that next level. 

Juliana seemed to sense his reluctance and hence the request. She had come to him the night before and requested one hundred lashes with the instrument of his choice. At first Michael was amused but then he thought about it and decided that it was something that needed to be done. He realized that his inability to take her to the next level contributed to her general sense of unrest. Juliana had been anxious, often times balking when told to do simple things. He wasn't using her the way she needed to be used and was she becoming disruptive.

Even now he was reluctant to keep going. Juliana had already sustained sixty-seven lashes; half of those with the smaller whip the rest with the large flogger. Only this time he had pushed them both putting much of his strength behind each swing. Her skin was bright pink and covered with welts. He had focused his attention on her back, buttocks, and thighs and there wasn't a place on her backside he hadn't touched. Dropping the leather flogger on the floor he moved behind her running his hands across her skin.

Juliana whimpered in pain as his fingernails scratched the small raised welts. Her skin was hot, the blood close to the surface though he had yet to break the skin. He released her wrists and ankles letting her fall unceremoniously on the floor. Grabbing a handful of hair he practically dragged her across the room and flung her onto a small table situated in the far corner. She didn't fight him as he retied her wrists and ankles so that she was laying on her back the white, unmarked skin of her stomach and breasts drawing his attention.

He caressed her breasts cupping the right one in his hand, his fingers twisting and pinching the nipple. Her breathing went shallow with pleasure and her eyes slowly closed. He watched her and smiled. His preference was to see her suffering and crying but her pleasure was also a joy to watch. He continued moving his hand down her body slipping his fingers between the wet folds of her pussy.

Juliana inhaled a ragged breath and exhaled on a moan of pleasure. Opening her eyes she looked up at him and smiled shyly. "Thank you." Michael smiled at her gratitude but didn't say anything. He knew that her tolerance went up in degrees parallel to her pleasure so he sought to heighten both. 

She was soaking wet, her juices coating the inside of her thighs. He ran his fingers between her lips covering them with her juices before slipping them inside of her. Juliana moaned and raised her hips trying to draw him deeper.

Michael pulled his hand back so that only the tips of his fingers were inside of her chuckling at the disgruntle look she gave him. 

"Please." Juliana couldn't keep from begging and in truth felt no shame about it.

He continued to finger fuck her slowly drawing his fingers in and out of her pussy but never going deep enough to fill her completely. With his other hand he reached up and violently twisted one of her nipples causing her to cry out. Michael didn't stop; he continued twisting it back and forth all the while fucking her with his hand. 

Despite the pain in her breast Juliana couldn't keep her hips from rising up off the table meeting the downward thrust of his fingers. Her head slowly moved from side to side, she didn't want it to stop; the pain heightened her pleasure until they had bled together into one singular sensation. Michael watched her and knew when she had reached a plateau, when she was ready to experience a new level of sensation.

Michael slipped his fingers deeper into her pussy and positioned his thumb over her clit. It was hard and throbbing and he could see that it was swollen.

Juliana gasped as at the same moment Michael began stroking her clit his fingernails dug into her nipple. She withered on the table, her hands clutching at their bindings. "Please, Sir, may I come?"

"No." A minute later Michael slowly withdrew his fingers sliding them into her mouth for cleaning.

Juliana licked her own juices off his fingers, her body still moving restlessly on the table, every nerve in her body feeling aroused and exposed. Her eyes were bright with pain and desire and she longed for release. As she watched Michael moved away from her and across the room. There was a large armoire up against the far wall where all of his favorite instruments were stored. He opened the door and stood sorting through the various whips, floggers, and switches until he came to the one he was looking for. When he turned back to her Juliana had to struggle to keep from pleading. In his hand he held a thin metal cane. A thin piece of wire wound up the length of the cane and she knew from experience that it would leave a distinct mark on her skin. It was the most painful and her least favorite in the bunch.

Juliana lifted her head and tried moving her body away from Michael as he drew closer. "No, please not that one." She was started crying and kept begging. "Anything, Sir, I'll do anything just please not that one." By the time she finished she was openly sobbing and straining against her bonds.

"Shhh." Michael reached out and brushed her hair back from her face smiling as she settled down from his touch. "Be still." 

Juliana struggled to hold her body still whimpering quietly her eyes focused on the cane he held in his hand.

"You have thirty-three lashes to go. I'm going to divide them up; eleven on your breasts, eleven on your thighs, and eleven on your pussy."

Juliana looked up and saw something in his eyes that calmed her. He was looking down at her with such pride and devotion and she knew that she could do this that she could suffer for him. "Okay." 

Her voice was barely above a whisper but it was enough. Stepping back he reached out with one hand a gently caressed her breast before bring the cane down where his hand had just been. 

Juliana cried out and there was barely enough time for her to catch her breath before the next stroke rained down. They came one right after the other in quick succession setting her breasts on fire. By the time he finished she thought that her nipple had been severed from the rest of her breast. 

Without breaking rhythm Michael moved onto her thighs making sure to both of them with each stroke. Juliana had her face turned to the side buried against the inside of her arm muffling her screams. By the time he finished her body was bowed off the table and tight with tension.

Finished with her thighs Michael moved back to the table and run his hand down the side of her face. She looked beautiful covered in bright red welts, her face streaked with tears. At that moment he wanted her more than ever, his cock was hard in his jeans and he could hardly wait to take his release. She had been right they both needed this. 

"Good girl; only eleven more to go and we're done." He didn't expect a response and he didn't get one. Juliana was sobbing uncontrollably her mind completely blank and focused on the pain searing through her body.

Michael moved the foot of the table and looked up between her spread thighs. Despite the pain she was still soaking wet, her juices pooling on the table beneath her. He placed the cane on the table between her legs and ran his hands up towards her pussy. Again her skin was hot to the touch and he could feel the welts he'd raised with the cane.

She watched him, his touch bringing her back from the edge. She knew what he was after, he wanted to see her broken, her every thought on him and no longer concerned with the problems of the day. And she was close to giving it to him.

Michael saw it and responded; his cock throbbed in his jeans as he picked up the cane tapping it lightly against her pussy. 

Juliana moaned, her body growing tense with each stroke knowing that the next one could be the one. 

Michael waited until she started to relax before bringing the cane down with a snap. She screamed high and loud before once again burying her face against her arm. Michael moved back and forth across her pussy careful to catch the point where her thighs met her pelvic region. This time he counted down each stroke that brought them closer to one at which point he paused, taking in the site of her withering and straining on the table before using all of his strength to bring the cane down.

The last lash landed on her clit. Juliana screamed, her words were no longer coherent and Michael was unable to make out what she was saying. It didn't matter. He had achieved what he had set out to do. She was broken and they both would be the better for it. 

Michael knew that tonight would reaffirm their commitment to one another. He had struck blow after blow without ever feeling guilt or pity and she had suffered beautifully for him. For the next several days she would be docile and submissive. Juliana would be emotionally and physically close to him and he would relish in the feeling of having her close at hand. He smiled at the thought of how far he could push her over the next few days knowing that she was always more submissive after an intense session.

But all that would come later. For now there were still things to be done. Michael quickly stripped out of his clothes leaving them in a pile on the floor and crawled up onto the table beside her. Juliana opened her eyes, bright with tears and watched him. He could see her struggle with wanting the comfort of his closeness but knowing enough to worry that he might have some thing more in store for her.

Michael marveled at her body. Juliana's skin had turned bright red and there were welts covering nearly every inch of her and there were more than a few places where he had drawn blood. Making note to carefully clean her wounds he was once again amazed at the amount of pain she could withstand, when properly motivated of course. Despite what some people thought Michael didn't see her submission as a weakness. It was quite the opposite actually. He knew what a strong woman Juliana was and just how much she could take. Over the months that they had been together he had tested and pushed her both mentally and physically. While it was true he had broken her this evening he knew that she would recover and within a few days be back to her usual ornery self. She was never broken for long and he wouldn't see her broken permanently.

When she had calmed Michael moved to straddle her chest, his cock only inches from her face. She watched him move closer and when he was within reach lifted her head up off the table and circled the head of his cock with her tongue. Taking her time she licked up the length of him careful to pay special attention to the places where she knew he was most sensitive. 

While he appreciated her time and dedication he didn't want to wait. Thrusting his hips forward he shoved his cock into her mouth causing her head to slam down against the table. Bracing one hand against the wall and entangling the other in her hair he started fucking her face.

Juliana gagged and struggled as Michael shoved his cock deep into her mouth each time slamming the back of her throat. Her eyes began to water and she was near panic as his lower body cut off her air. She was completely helpless with her wrists and ankles secured to the bed but it only added to her excitement.

Michael felt his approaching orgasm as Juliana continued to struggle beneath him. Reaching back he slipped his fingers between the lips of her pussy and started finger fucking her. Her struggles quickly turned to convulsion brought on by the pleasure she was receiving. 

Juliana was trained well enough to know that she could not come until he gave her permission and she struggled against the sensations radiating from between her thighs.

Her struggles heightened his excitement and Michael felt his cock begin to surge inside her mouth. At the same time he pulled his fingers out of her pussy and pinched her clit. The large cock in her mouth muffled Juliana's scream of pain and the sound of her suffering sent him over the edge. With one last thrust Michael forced his cock down her throat his cum nearly chocking her. He pulled back enough to ensure she could still breath through her nose and waited until the last of his orgasm passed. He could feel her throat muscles working to swallow him cum and it was almost too much against the sensitive head of his cock. 

Moving off to one side Michael laid down beside Juliana lovingly caressed her chest. He rested his head on her still secured arm and watched as she slowly started to calm. Her body was still in a heightened state of arousal and he decided he wanted to keep her that way. She was always so much more docile when horny and he planned on seeing just how far he could push her. There would time enough later for her orgasm and the delay would only add the intensity.

To be continued...

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A Test Drive



Harry slowly walked around the car, running his hand along the hood and up onto the rooftop. He peeked at the sticker and then moved to look inside. He paused, then looked back at the sticker, trying not to show too much elation to the sales woman standing on the other side of the car.

"The price is a little steep, but it is a nice car."

"Yes, and have you looked at the gas mileage it gets?"

"Wow, that's surprisingly good," he said, looking up from the mileage information to look at the sales woman. "How does it run?"

"Well, keys are in it."

"Yeah, they are, maybe I'll just take it out for a test drive."

"Sounds good to me," she replied, watching him climb into the driver's seat.

"Aren't you coming?" Harry asked as she remained standing outside the car.

"Oh, sorry," she replied, climbing in beside him.

Harry started the car, drove slowly between the parked cars in the area and turned out onto the street. Accelerating quickly he noticed a bit of commotion behind him on the lot, but changing lanes he eased over onto the freeway entrance ramp and eased into the fast moving traffic. In a moment the car dealership was far out of sight.

"I like the acceleration it has," Harry said to the woman, "I'm Harry by the way."

"I'm Jules," the woman replied, reaching her hand out to shake.

"Short for Juliene I suppose."

"Something like that," she replied.

"How far can I go with this?"

"As far as you like," she replied seductively, "Oh, you mean the car?"

Harry laughed, pulling around a slower car and pushing the gas petal to the floor. The car accelerated easily up to nearly one hundred miles per hour. He then eased up a little, slowing back down to the speed limit.

He continued down the highway for a few more miles then turned on his blinker and moved over to the right lane. "I think I'll take the second exit and turn around to head back," he said.

"No, exit here," she said quickly.

"But it's just a rest stop, there's no way to loop around and head back."

"Just exit here," she said, her hand grasping his knee.

Hitting his blinker, he quickly swerved and pulled into the rest area, heading around in front of the buildings.

"No, pull around behind the buildings there," she said, letting her hand slowly slide up his thigh.

Harry pulled around behind the building and slowed the car to a stop. He barely had time to put it in park and set the brake before Jules began fumbling wildly at his pants. She expertly unfastened his pants and worked his cock out from beneath his underwear before he was fully hard.

Without a word, she began stroking his with her hand, occasionally squeezing his shaft and drawing her hand toward his head, milking the pre-cum out of his tiny hole. She then ran her fingers through the clear liquid, spreading it lightly over the head of his cock.

Glancing up at him she whispered, "I just love the taste of the pre-cum." She then moved her head down, taking him in her mouth, humming her appreciation for the taste. Continuing to stroke him with her hand, she bobbed her head up and down on him in unison, sucking greedily as she moved.

In a few moments he felt the pressure building from his balls and as she continued her motion on him, she raised his hips, moaned and shot his load into her mouth. She didn't move her mouth from him, sucking and swallowing every last drop from him.

Harry suddenly heard sirens and noticed two police cars racing down the freeway. Jules didn't miss a beat on his cock, giving it one last good suck and then sitting up, licking her fingers as she moved.

Harry then reached over, cupping his hand on one of her breasts. She leaned her head back and slid her hips forward on the seat, giving Harry easier access to her body. Her breasts, though firm, were rather small and he quickly got bored squeezing them. He moved his hand to her inner thigh and slowly slid it up under her dress. He moved slowly, anticipating running his hand past her damp panties and dipping his fingers into her pussy.

Something... something was wrong, very wrong, instead of a dab of damp material stretched over her delicate lips, his hand hit a bulge, a distinctly familiar bulge. He looked up at Jules' face wondering what was happening, but the passionate look in her eyes strangely excited him and instead of removing his hand from her erection in disgust, he found himself curiously fondling her cock.

Jules sighed slightly and reached down, pulling her skirt up and hooking her panties down under her balls, exposing the beautiful curve of her cock to Harry. He tentatively moved his head down onto her lap, carefully drawing her cock into his mouth. Recalling the things he enjoyed while being sucked off, he began moving his tongue around the head, while bobbing his head up and down, while sucking deeply. He moved his hand down and began to caress Jules' balls while he sucked.

In a few moments, Jules began groaning and pumping her hips up to meet Harry's mouth, as he took as much of her into his mouth as he could without choking. Suddenly, he felt a warm sensation flood the back of his mouth as he was engulfed in an odd metallic taste. He swallowed the thick liquid, while trying to keep his lips tight around her cock, but some of her jism spilled out, running over his hand onto her balls.

Rising up from her, Jules leaned over and kissed his mouth, slurping a bit of the cum that had drooled out of his mouth. She then reached for her purse, grabbed a tissue and dabbed up the cum that had spilled on her balls. Pulling her panties up over her flagging cock, Jules arranged her skirt, nearly concealing the remaining bit of bulge in her lap.

"I don't know how I didn't notice it."

"Notice what?"

"That you weren't a woman."

"Oh that," Jules replied.

"And I imagine that Jules is not short for Juliene."

"It's short for Jules."

"Well you completely surprised me."

Giggling a bit, she said, "That's not the half of it."

"There's more?"

"I'm not really a car salesman," she said with a shrug.

"If you're not a car salesman, then what are you?"

"Just another customer."

"Then those two police cars..."

"...are probably looking for us."

Trying to maintain his composure, Harry started the car, released the brake and began heading back to the dealership. Jules smiled watching his hands begin to tremble.



A Test of Honor for Her Smile



my hands tied firmly with nylon ropes spreading my arms widely tied to the coat hooks on either side of Your cars comfortable leather interior. W/we ride quietly, me kneeling naked, knees on the floorboard, butt high in the air for Your easy reach. Your CD playing softly, blending with the night sounds heard from the open windows as W/we speed to O/our rendeveau with F/friends. Turning the last corner You touch my straining hips, lightly massaging each mound wickedly laughing at my perdiciment. i hear Your words announcing O/our arrival into the speaker and then the mecanical sound of gates opening as You slowly drive through. i can see the gates closing through the rear window as i feel the car accelerating towards O/our evening of of play.

The night begins to brighten as W/we round the beautifully terraced curve of their brightly lit house. Smells of lilacs and roses fill my nostrils as Your car comes to a halt. I will be back shortly little one, You say accentuated with a slap on my right cheek as You exit the car walking towards the waiting People. i can hear many voices laughing and smiling as You continue walking. There She is i hear a voice say as You greet Her warmly. It's been such a long time , Other Female voice say... Hi , Howdy , Ahhhh, She's here, Hey there... so many Female voices blending with Yours, All full of warmth and happiness while greeting You. Did You bring him, where is he, i hear as the voices grow closer and closer to the car.

Suddenly my heart races, knowing i will be seen tied naked to the cars interior. No chance to change this nights outcome, no possibility to decline, no way of covering myself, me struggling with this finality, knowing and now accepting what They will see.

Hands on my wrists, unhooking me from the coat hooks, grasping , strong Feminine hands pulling me from the car pushing me to my knees before You, hands on the back of my head making me bow, not allowing me to find the safety in Your eyes that i so desperately wished for. Inhaling deeply, gathering my resolve, trying to find Your scent among so many fragrances surrounding me as i kneel to You, my Mistress. i shiver from the coolness of the night but strangely i also shiver from the many eyes looking at me. i feel my maleness throbbing between my widely out stretched legs as hands pull me to my feet and roughly lead me up the stairs inside the beautifully columned house.

i hear wicked giggles as i briskly walk to the center of a huge marble tiled room, hands keeping my chin firmly on my chest, hands pushing my back and hips to where i am to be. Behind me i hear You talking to Others as They push me again to my knees. i feel so many hands causing me to kneel much like a Gorian pleasure slave would be required ; weight on the tips of my toes and knees, back straight, hands laying palm up on my widely spread legs, chest out, head held high, eyes cast downward. i furtively glance sideways seeing plush white leather furnature loosely arranged in a circle around me, beautifully carved and laquered black walnut tables at each chairs side and strangely darkened acloves open to the huge room. Such a striking contrast with the burgandy colored marble floor. Even without seeing i feel the warmth on my butt and back from a fireplace behind me. my shivering slowly subsides as i listen to the sounds of the many now sitting comfortably around my kneeling body.

i listen for You, strain to hear Your words, intent to know You are still here with me only finding unfamiliarity of so may Others talking quietly. my heart races, feeling alone, knowing Others can see this worn body so exposed to Their gaze. Each giggle, each little chuckle makes me feel even more insignifigant, so singular, so ... so terribly alone. i feel tears forming in my eyes from this, i inhale deeply, once again hoping to find You within the bouquet of so many Flowers. ahhhhhhh, i silently breath as Your scent is recognized .... know You ARE there, knowing i AM safe. my heart beats more normal now, my maleness reacts as a throbbing baton with each heart beat.

Suddenly the room is quiet. Only the crackling of the fireplace echos on the walls of this beautifully appointed room filled with many now silent lips. i feel Their eyes. i feel the intensity of much power in the room, seemingly gauging my resolve and honor to be Yours. i hold my submissive stance, straining to not move a muscle, embarrassed then accepting that i cannot control my continually throbbing maleness. if i could just see Your eyes. if i could just gaze once again into the calmness of Your eyes looking into me. my eyes still searching the floor in front of me hoping to recognize at least Your shadow. i bring Your beauty to the front of my mind, seeing and yes feeling You as W/we have been so many times before. i imagine Your hands and arms allowing me Your warmth, hugging me to You, listening to Your heart beat with my ear on Your so warm breast. i imagine Your hand in my hair pulling me even closer, deeper, Your soft breasts surrounding my face, giving me the safety of Your warmth. mmmmmm, i silently say, remembering, softly sighing, calming my mind and heart.

IT IS TIME, i hear from an unknown Womans lips, breaking my concientration from memories, bringing me again to the present.

i hear doors closing, i can see the lights dimming on the marble floor around me, i see many once crossed legs and feet around me now firmly planted on the floor, i hear chairs scooting closer and closer to me. i , i feel the sudden knife of fear in my heart mixed with a strange excitement. i inhale once again now finding Your scent close yet still not seen. i will remember, i MUST remember Your teachings, Your training ... especially for this night, for my need to be accepted, my wish to please and my great desire for Your happiness with me. i breath deeply, clearing my mind to become ready for what i must do and say. One last deep breath again finding You near giving me strength, giving me renewed honor as Your submissive in my heart to do this for You.... and To do this for me. my safe word ringing in my mind, hoping i have the courage to not use it. i WILL NOT embarrass You, i must not embarrass YOU.

Darkness now surrounds me as a spot light bathes my kneeling form. i hear a strange clinking sound above me. i almost look up but quickly stop, peering intently at the floor. Two walk towards me, helping me to my feet, raising my arms stretching my hands as leather straps fasten me to chains lowered from the ceiling. i feel my legs and feet being moved, widely spreading me also being secured to leather straps once hidden in the floor. A blindfold is fastened over my eyes, darkening my vision, me softly wimpering my fear of the darkness. i quickly inhale, frantically searching for You, needing Your strength, knowing You are still here, hoping You can see me struggle with my need for Your hoped for calming scent. my arms and legs stretch further as the chains tighten. my mind screams.. please Ma'am, please help me to do this. In my darkeness, deep within my mind i hear You saying, "you are safe, you are safe little one" as i once more inhale, finding Your scent.

WHO ARE YOU... i hear the unknown Woman ask. my name is arthur i respond .. quickly feeling the terrible sting of a whip on my exposed cheeks. mmmmffhh i softly cry from the pain as i hear Her say ..... you will have only three errors with three resulting punishments, no more. you have just used one error. Use them wisely. Again I ask . WHO ARE YOU! She said. my mind frantically searching for the correct answer as i softly respond, i am submissive by nature, i am my Mistresses submissive Ma'am. Clenching my cheeks expecting the pain, trying to be ready. Nothing! My heart races as i slowly relax my quivering hips. my maleness raging, feeling the gaze of so Many. Hoping You are not ashamed of me. Tears flow from my eyes from under the blindfold streaming down my face. my heart jerking my stretched body, my fear that You are dissapointed and ashamed that i answered incorrectly with the first question. i need You so badly, Your voice, Your warmth, Your soothing touch to help calm me. i breath quickly many times, searching for You. Too shallow, too short of inhales as the next question comes.

WHERE IS YOUR POWER? 
in my mind thinking, oh my, my power? the power of my heart? the power of my lifeforce? the power within my job and responsibilities to O/others? the power within my submissive role? The roaring silence surrounding me within my darkness. From somewhere deep within my being i begin.

my power is derived from and centered within the duty and honor of serving, pleasing, listening, remembering and cherishing the One who had lead me for the short 4 months that i have been allowed the pleasure of submitting to my Mistress, Ma'am. Clenching my cheeks, ready for the sting ..... that does not come. i hear soft whispering surrounding where i am. i listen intently for Your sounds and soft words... hoping what i have said has helped You to smile. mmmmm, Your scent is strong, vibrant, soothing my mind, knowing that my words have pleased You. Now feeling the heat of my throbbing maleness, accentuating my resolve, wishing for Your touch, memories flooding my mind of many exciting and exotic pleasures allowed, knowing my power is lovingly given and accepted by You.

The room grows quiet once again. i can hear a stirring of many heels clicking on the stone floor walking towards me. Suddenly i feel ashamed, embarrassed knowing all of my flaws can be seen more clearly. i feel the leather cuffs loosening as the chains are lowered from the ceiling. my arms are lowered and the cuffs are removed from my wrists and ankles. i inhale once again. The bouquet of many scents fill my nostrils ... me trying to find the One that i so need. my heart races as many hands touch and feel my skin, me hoping one of them are Yours. 
i am lead to a strange feeling device and tied securely, me bent at the waist, legs again widely spread and secured, the front severely lowering my chest and arms close to my knees. i feel the coolness of the air tickling my rosette. The legs of the device click upward, me again kneeling as it raises my hips high and now even more open to the air. i feel a pillow being put under my head and i softly say thank You to the kindness from the One unknown . 
The room is again quiet.

WHY ARE YOU HERE? 
Again my mind seems crazy with fear, searching, puzzlingwith the reason and answer for Her. Do i say that i enjoy the pleasure from my Mistresses touch? should i say that She reaches into my heart when W/we play? should i say that i find such excitement and happiness from Her pleasure? my heart screams to be honest.. but will i, can i tell Her of my excitement? with great humblness and from the depths of my soul i begin.

i am here ..... for my Mistresses pleasure. i am here to prove to myself and to All of my trust, my respect, my love and need for Her smile. i am here for the honesty of O/our hearts, sharing, caring while accepting Her lead and strength. i am here because i am Hers to command with the dignity and respect that only this loving submissive one is allowed to give. i am here to enjoy the gifts of Her spirit within the integrity of my submission to Her. i feel my last words catching in my throat as i say..... Ma'am, i am here because i .... because, oh my, i say softly, suddenly weeping ..... because i desperately need Her to accept me for who i am. i sob into the darkness, my body shaking with each heartfelt sob.... uncaring if i had answered incorrectly, knowing i said the truth now wishing that i was not crying and embarrassing Her..... and myself.

suddenly i feel many hands softly petting me, patting me, soft whispers from many Voices, reassuring, touching my heart from Their kindness of words as i slowly collect myself trying to quit sobbing. i feel a soft kiss on my cheek and the familar soft circling around my rosette. mmmmmm, You ARE here as my tears subside. i feel so much better now knowing You are next to me, knowing You are with me, knowing that i am still Yours. i hear Your wicked laugh and feel a intimate quick slap on my left upturned cheek .. then i am alone again .. but with renewed resolve firmly felt within in my heart.

From the side of the darkened room i here sounds of a liquid pouring... then silence combined with whispers around me and little wicked giggles. In my darkness i somehow feel a warmth of two standing next to me. i can hear Their breath, slow inhales of air, slow exhales. i feel hands and fingers resting at the crease of my hips opening me fully then the coolness of something slowly decending down the crevice of my parted cheeks, pooling at my rosette, warming there, liquifying into a moist puddle.

SHOW YOUR NEED.. She said, me at first wondering now understanding, trying to give what is needed and required.

i feel a hardness circling my opening, softly carressing, opening me to it's head, pushing, probing, stretching as i breath deeply to accept. my sounds are almost animal in nature, gutteral from the depth of my center it it quietly invades my being. i feel my belly grow, the heat of being filled mixed with pain and erotic pleasure. i hear You, my mind listens to Your words from O/our past play...." breath deep not shallow little one" as i follow Your unspoken lead for me tonight. The liquid continues to fill me, taking me further, deeper inside, pressing, expanding, stretching. i continue my deep breaths as it causes my belly to further grow. i feel my nipples charged with a strange electric like pleasure. my maleness throbbing, further growing, pressed downward by my ever expanding tummy. i hear my sounds from my lips, higher pitched now with each breath as my tummy grows huge from the liquid inside. The hardness is withdrawn, soft fingers covering my now puckered rosette then something soft and warm is pushed deep into me. i feel my rosette opening again, stretching against the invasion combined with a air pumping sound further stretching my opening. i am fearful to move, afraid to cry out that i must be allowed to evacuate my so engorged tummy. The pain is intense, i cannot hold it all, my body involuntentarily pushing for relief....... but nothing comes out. the fluid is perfectly sealed inside my body. With each roll of pain i realize my fate, working through the need for relief but to no avail. Biting my cheeks i must not cry out but loosing the battle as each painful roll inside tortures me.

The two beside me begin to slowly circle my quivering cheeks, then deliver a open palm spank, jolting me forward, Them somehow knowing when to apply this at the beginning of each spasm of my bowels. Somehow this takes the internal pain away, transferring my desperate need to evacuate into a strange yet sensual feeling and pleasure. They continue circling my upturned cheeks, softly carressing then quickly spanking as the roll inside intensifies inside me. Suddenly Their hands are gone. my hips push towards the removed warmth from Their hands. i feel alone again. The next roll of pain is so intense as i work through the pain. So hard to inhale deeply as i again desperately try to find You. i again feel afraid. i hear whispers around me. The air stirring around me produced by the movement of bodies changing positions.

SHOW YOUR HEART She says. in my mind i scream from the intensities and pain... my lips are silent. my body in such need for You. my heart beating wildly with such need.

i jerk as the coolness of soft stranded leather carresses my back and straining hips. in my darkess i know You are now close to me. Your sensual fragrence overwhelms my senses as i inhale deeply Your bouquet, calming my mind, soothing my body knowing i am finally with You. i hear the whisle of air parting as the first blow of your flail strikes my back. i feel the warmth as You remove then reapply over and over, warming the pinkness of my hips and back, blushing my skin, taking the pain from deep inside turning everything into sensual and erotic pleasure. Over and over Your flail lands perfectly on yet untouched skin joining the pink into a glow, a warmth, a sensual heat. i inhale through my nose, exhale through my open mouth, sounds of deep need, strange yet familiar with each blow. No longer can i contain what i wish to give, what i have to give, what i MUST give You. my sounds become louder and more rich. my heart pushing me to give You. i hold my breath, exploding with an orgasm of sound, of great fulfilling pleasure. The liquid inside pressing me for even more animal like sounds of need for You. Oh my, the combination from Your scent and Your power over me drives me to feel like i am now floating, flying, un hindered by the bindings, a strange freedom overwhelms me as i find this strange flight of freedom with Your lead. W/we dance together, floating, feeling Your warmth surrounding me, so strangely liquid like as if W/we were in a warm ocean, me inside You moving with Your sensual movements, unhindered by form or space. i hear myself moaning with great relief, wonderous freedom as i am again kneeling, tied to the device, feeling Your flail, listening to the whispering wind that each strand of leather makes as You warm and carress my body. O/our shared dance slows then stops... me only feeling Your flail again softly tickling my now perfectly warmed skin. i feel Your warmth moving away, Your scent blending with the Others but You are inside me, filling me, touching my most intimate and loving gift that i share with You.

i feel so spent, totally weak, unable to move as my wrists and ankles are uncuffed. They help me to my wobbly feet and guide me to another room. i am so light headed, so rubbery feeling as i lean on Them as W/we walk together.

They again cuff my arms and ankles, opening me, stretching me wide. i feel the coolness of the air surrounding my nakedness, held firmly upright. The liquid pressing downward. The pressure throbbing inside is it fills my rectum. my stomach expands, stretching my skin, me feeling such overwhelming pressure from it's growing volume there. i feel the heat of the light above dimming cooling me further. my blindfold is softly removed me seeing a room that is completely dark. A strange almost violet light is turned on, bathing my body from it's glow. i look downward seeing i am standing on a strange platform almost like a stage above the floor. Directly below me is a open pit of sorts, dark, deep, so black. Looking upward i see You walking to me. my heart leaps seeing that You are smiling, carressing me with Your happiness. i mew softly as i feel Your arms surrounding my chest and back. your lips softly carressing my neck then silently speaking. " you must hold little one until I allow you to release. you have done well tonight and I am proud of you".

my eyes fill with tears, tethered arms unable to return Your caress, shaking the chains and my binding. i feel Your hand on my maleness, softly carressing it's hardness, pushing to Your soft enclosing grasp. i hear air behind me as the stretching in my rosette becomes smaler and smaller. You remove it from my cheeks and i feel You softly patting my quivering hips. Again i feel Your lips on my neck and listen to Your words "listen for my words little one".

i again hear the whispers around me, little wicked laughs, soft sounds that only Women can make. You fondle and pump my maleness faster as the pain inside increases. i squeeze as tight as i can to hold. to wait, to listen for Your words. my breathing becomes quick from the excitement from Your hand. i feel a warm liquid like dribble behind me. oh my, now squeezing tighter and tighter. your words rolling in my mind, praying for Your words. my breathing becomes horse and dry. my mouth open sucking air, exploding with passionate sounds with each release. i feel my maleness pushing to Your hand, faster and faster. So hard to hold ..... i must hold my mind screams. i hear the Others words and whispers in my mind now combining with Yours to wait for Your words. i feel my body vibrating with such need to release .... now , please , please my mind screams ..... holding . pleasure growing much like a thunderstorm does. my sounds are passionate from the sensations You are giving me. i lay back into the grip of the chains holding me upright. Your finger rolls my sensitive nipple, teasing it, electricity bolting to my maleness as You continue pumping me. i feel my body tense, shaking violently, silently screaming for release as You continue Your play. i hear You wickedly laugh at my need. my mind again feels the strangeness of floating with You. W/we are again one. Your heat surrounds me, pulling me into You with strange waves, deeper and deeper into the warm ocean. Like a a crash of thunder i hear Your words, "Now little one, release NOW!" 




A Test of Honor for Her Smile



Suddenly i am again standing on the platform, hearing my sounds, screaming my passion, pushing my maleness into Your hand. i feel the heat rolling to my climax as i loosen my rosette. At first the pleasure of not holding overwhelms me. then i feel a rush as the liquid at first dribbles then floods out of me. i cum in Your hand, exploding as i watch each spurt strangely seeing the drops like individual rain drops might appear. i feel the liquids gushing as i cum for You, release for You. Their sounds are almost mystical, almost a Siren's song that the mythological sailors might have heard as They watch my release. i feel a waterfall like feeling as the liquid gushes from my exposed and open cheeks combining with my so erotic release in Your hand. No liquid is left inside me as i continue pumping into Your warm hand. my body is wracked with overwhelming pleasure as i feel my rosette spasming and vibrating from the intensity of Your power. They watch as my body jerks from this, seeing how You effect me, seeing how my heart opens for You completely and totally overcome by Your lead and direction. You whisper softly in my ear, "you did well little one, you did very well." You kiss my cheek and then You are gone.

i feel warm moist towels softly washing me. In my strange haze They bathe me still held there, soothing my body, patting me dry, releasing me from the binding, helping me to Your car.

i find sleep, dreaming of You, dreaming of O/our oneness, remembering the warmth of the ocean surrounding U/us. i am Yours, inside of You once again, warm, safe and so happy that i am Yours.



A Test of Obedience



This piece was written with the editorial assistance of Lord Thelonius Porksword.

A test of Obedience 

Sorenna had been His for six months. That's when He collared her and moved them both to this tiny island off of Alaska. Since they are pretty far from the mainland, supplies are flown in, especially in the winter. He runs a business strictly by computer, internet and phone, so the two of them are able to spend many hours in her training. He is deeply pleased with her response to Him and how quickly she is learning her submission, accepting it well. 

Today He is going to test her, see how much she has really learned and if she is ready to obey His commands, unquestionably, simply because he told her to, asked her to, wanted her to. 

At any moment, He is expecting the plane that will deliver their supplies. He has seen the pilot watching His girl, knows that he is unmarried and has decided to find out if the pilot would like a sample of His Sorenna. 

Spotting the airplane over the water, He watches as the craft lands in a loud splash of water, coming to a rest at the dock. When the pilot jumps out of the plane, he sends a friendly wave to Him, and begins unloading the supplies from the cargo hold. 

The Master makes his way over, enjoying the crisp air outside, thinking of Renna in the house reading His note and dressing as He had instructed her. He can't wait to see her. 

Inside the house, Sorenna reads the note He left for her on the table. It simply says for her to go to the drawer and put what is inside on, and only what is inside there. She reaches up and touches the collar she has worn for several months, having never once taken it off. She knows by heart that she is to wear it always. He told her she would never remove it and neither would He. 

She walks to their room, and stands before the drawer. With no conscious thought on her part, she kneels the way she would for her Master. She opens the drawer pulling out the items one by one. First to come out is a small bit of denim. As she looks it over, she discovers they were once shorts, or maybe jeans. They had been radically altered, however. She pulls them on over her legs and smooth, bare pussy, to better judge the alterations. 

They fit just like a pair of jeans over her waist, buttoning and zipping. Her hips are bare due to the sides of the pants being cut high, and most of the seat as well. She turns pink as she realizes that most of her ass is showing, the back of the shorts arching over her cheeks, framing them in the fabric. Down the crack was simply the seam of the shorts, continuing around to the front, through her pussy lips and stopping just at the base of the zipper. 

She smiles as she wonders where He thinks of the things like this, and who did the alterations? 

Next she extracts a top. It is made of thin silk, almost sheer. She puts the white shirt on over her bare breasts, her nipples hardening immediately as the silk caresses her skin. She straightens the open collar of the shirt and buttons the only button, low between her breasts, just above a tie, which she knots loosely just below her tits. 

She could not resist running her hands over the smooth material, over her breasts and teasing, just for a moment, her nipples, loving the feel of the silk stretched a little tight over her tits, cupping them perfectly. She stands and looks at herself in the mirror, pleased with His choices. She notices that she can see the shadow of her nipples under the material. She blushes, the thought making her wet. 

Now she reaches into the drawer, and takes out a shoe box. Her favorite part. Opening the box, she wonders what she will find within. There is a pair of brown, patched leather boots inside. She pulls one of them out astonished that it is a thigh high cowboy boot. The leg part of it is soft and flexible, zippered up the back. The foot part of the boot looks exactly like a pair of cowboy boots, softly rounded, with a pointed toe, the only difference being the height of the heel, 4 inches. She puts them on, and is amazed. Plenty of thigh is visible over the top of the boot. She looks long and sexy. 

Looking once more in the mirror, she fingers her hair and looks over her makeup and goes into the livingroom to wait for Him to come back from getting the supplies. Renna passes the time until her Master comes back, daydreaming of Him, as she sits on her pillow next to His chair.

He has spent the last several minutes talking to the pilot, discussing his willingness to come inside and meet Sorenna. He also explains briefly about their relationship, not much information, just that she is His and obeys Him in all things. 

The pilot agrees, intrigued and excited. The two of them walk to the house and step into the front room. 

The Master looks to her and smiles, letting her know He is well pleased with her obedience and appearance.

She gives a little "O" of surprise when she sees the pilot follow her Master into the house. She bows her head and looks at the floor, embarrassed and flushed. She does not lose her composure though, and sits quietly. 

She hears her Master invite the man to sit down and asks if he would like a drink. She listens to the pilot say a beer would be great. Upon hearing him, Sorenna gets up from the cushion and walks slowly across the room to the kitchen area, feeling the eyes of both men on her. She nervously gets the beer from the refrigerator and also gets one for her Master. 

A beer in each hand, she goes back into the living room. She stops first in front of the guest, opening his beer and smiling at him as she bends forward slightly to hand it to him. Her eyes sweep the pilot from head to hip, taking his measure. Her tits fall forward, giving him an uninterrupted view of her deep cleavage. She blushes prettily as she hears his indrawn breath and sees his eyes are fastened on her almost exposed mounds. Then, with a seductive smile at him, she gives him her back, knowing he getting quite a view of her ass brazenly on display. 

She walks slowly, sensuously, to her Master, forgetting the other man as soon as He looks at her. 

She stands in front of Him positioning herself between His legs. She lowers her body to the floor, and sets the beer down next to her. She spreads her knees wide, sits on her heels and straightens her back, thrusting her tits forward, her hands clasped together behind her back. She bows her head slightly, eyes on the floor, silently offering all of herself to her Master. She remains still for several moments, then reaches beside her, picks up the beer, opens it and from her knees, hands it to Him. 

He accepts the beer from her hand and places it on the table next to him. He takes a moment to savor the sight of His lovely girl, supplicating to Him. He loves the look of her so submissive to his every suggestion. He can see her trembling, but knows its not from fear. He can feel the waves of desire flowing off of her. 

He takes in her soft red-brown hair, spilling over her shoulders, her soft, pink, pouty lips, moistened with her tongue to make them shine. His eyes travel down to rest on her prominently displayed cleavage, catching his breath to see those lovely size D orbs being offered to Him. His eyes continue to rove over her body, noting the details of her body; her trim waist, her tanned, smooth skin, her long, sexy legs that wrap around Him so well. 

Lowering His arm, He plunges two fingers into her pussy, checking her wetness, her hard nipples already indicating to Him her arousal. His fingers slip inside her easily, feeling her adjust her hips to allow Him all access to what is His. He smiles down at her, reassuring her with His approval. He pulls His fingers from her wetness, and sits back in His chair. 

He whispers to her, "Relax." 

She twists to a sideways position, sitting cross legged between his feet. She wraps her arms around His calf, and lays her cheek on His knee, looking over to the pilot. She feels His hand in her hair, stroking it, petting her. 

He says to her, "Go now and greet him as if he were Me, him taking My place this time." 

Without saying a word, she turns her head and places a kiss on His knee. She bows her head with eyes lowered and says, "Yes, Master." 

She unwraps her arms from his leg, and slowly crawls across the floor to where the pilot sits. She knows He is watching her and smiles in her knowledge. 

As she reaches a spot near the pilot, she finds one of her questions is answered. She had, a few moments earlier, been wondering if the pilot was aroused from watching. She can see by the bulge in his pants that he definitely is excited. She looks up at his face and smiles at him, as she raises her body between his legs, placing her arms on his thighs. She puts one of her hands on either side of his zipper, rubbing her hands back and forth, watching his excitement grow, before unbuttoning his pants and releasing his hardness. She raises higher onto her knees, and plunges her mouth down on his eager cock, sucking and licking all the way down. She hears the man groan, as her mouth wets him, making him slick in her mouth. 

She feels the weight of her Master's gaze on her. In response, her knees widen, her back arcs downward causing her ass to rise, displaying her swollen, pink lips around the seam halving her cunt. Automatically, her hips gyrate in carnal circles, intended to incite her Master to take His pleasure from her body. Her pussy tightens and drips as she thinks of Him inside her. Silently she offers herself to Him, while she fucks the other man with her mouth. 

The Master settles into His chair to watch His girl perform for Him. Sipping his drink casually, He watches her crawl across the floor intent on doing His bidding. His cock twitches at seeing her head bobbing over the pilot's lap. His eyes are fixed on the slit she has so magnificently displayed for Him, mesmorized by her hips swivelling, begging Him to take her. He chooses to simply watch her ask for what she wants, with her body.

The pilot has sparks of electricity jumping through his veins as the girl works intently on his stiff cock. His beer forgotten on the table next to him, he puts his hands on either side of her head guiding her as she sucks his dick expertly. His hips strain upward, shoving more of his cock into her eager mouth. He nearly loses his load when he hears the wet sucking noises she is making as she devours his cock hungrily.

Sorenna fails to hear her Master take a position behind her, and she wonders what He plans next. She feels one of his hands on each of her hips, positioning her pussy to accept Him, lining her up for Him. One of His hands leaves her hips, as He grabs a handful of her hair, pulling her mouth off the pilot's cock. 

He whispers close to her ear, "Do not let him cum in your mouth." 

She nods as best she can, and says, "Yes, Master." 

He releases her hair and she goes back down on the pilot's cock, licking and sucking, moaning loudly around the cock in her mouth as her Master plunges deep into her pussy, filling her totally in one sure stroke. 

Lost in the feel of her Master's cock stroking her inner walls, she nearly misses the tightening felt on her tongue. Sure the pilot is about to cum, she pulls her mouth away, placing her hand there instead, stroking up and down, her mouth open. Holding her lips close to the head of his cock, she taps it against her mouth already slick, from sucking him. Suddenly she feels a spasm under her palm, and lifts upper body higher, watching as the pilot coats her tits with his hot cum. 

The pilot drops his head back on the sofa, with a satisfied groan. After a few moments, he lifts his head to watch the action in his lap.

Renna remains in the same position, caught up in the feel of her Master pumping her body, hearing him groan with each long, hard stroke. Her hips buck back and forth over His hardness and she pants hard. Closing her eyes, she concentrates on holding her orgasm back, waiting for the perfect opportunity to ask her Master if she can cum all over His cock. Again, she feels His hand in her hair, pulling her head up and back, pounding into her wet, hot pussy. He causes so many sensations throughout her body, they begin to overwhelm her, and she knows she cannot hang on much longer. 

"Master, may I please cum for you?" She asks, straining to speak, her passion for Him plain in her body language and speech.

He says not a word and she feels a moment of frustration, even panic. She is so aroused as she waits for permission. He continues to fuck her, seeing her body draped over the pilot and knowing she is covered in his cum, he tells her, "Now, lil one, cum hard for me". 

She needs no other words, and the orgasm simply floods over her body radiating waves of heat, drowning her in intensity. She feels her Master's cock ripple inside her and hears his deep groan. His hot cum sprays her insides, and she knows He has released his power to her. As soon as he pulls out of her, she turns to him, still on her knees, and bathes His spent cock with her tongue. When she is satisfied that He is clean enough, she lowers herself, sitting again on her heels, bowed and waiting for His next instructions. 

With his fingers under her chin, He lifts her head to look at Him. "You've done well, girl, your training is now complete. You are completely Mine, exactly as I wish you to be." He smiles down to her, and she beams back to him, her eyes full of love and devotion for this man she calls "Master".

The pilots stands up from the couch and zips his pants. He walks toward the door, waving and saying goodbye to them both as he goes back to his airplane and home.

They do not hear him leave.



A Test of Professionalism



She looks so beautiful, so captivating, so exquisite. 

Her lengthy hair is strewn all about the pillow, stringy and disheveled. Her eyes are glassy, as if seeing yet unseeing. Her efforts have left a thick sheen of sweat upon her bare body, and the light from the nearby fireplace plays quite nicely upon the salty wetness, giving her body an unnatural yet mesmerizing glow. 

The digital camcorder continues to roll as I take another photo with the digital still camera. 

She struggles again, not quite so violently this time. The thick leather cuffs at her ankles and wrists are padlocked, the key to each hanging from a lengthy string tied to each bedpost. A heavy chain provides her perhaps two inches of slack for each limb, but that has been enough to wear her out several times already and cause her to momentarily cease her efforts to escape. Her body writhes once more upon the bed, her breathing audible above the sound of the rattling chains. The bed protests as well, its sounds soft yet melodic to my ears. 

I move between the fireplace and the foot of the bed, taking great care to remain outside the view of the digital camcorder. The view is nearly breathtaking, and it takes me a moment to will the digital still camera back up to my eye. As I slowly squat to an elevation just slightly above the plane of the young woman before me, the symmetry is natural and wonderful, the well-toned legs angled in toward the dripping junction. Looking further up the prime example of feminine beauty, the appealing curves of the breasts rise and fall with great regularity, even as they quiver from her slight horizontal movements upon the bed. 

Just as she arches her back, thrusting her rock-hard nipples ever higher in the warm cozy air, causing her feminine folds to open a little more and pour forth her growing arousal and intoxicating scent, I take the next picture as I smile to myself in awe and admiration of her. I want so badly to touch her, to kiss her, to taste her, to meld myself with her, but the job comes first. 

I have worked with nearly two dozen young women in the past year since I began my small business, yet never have I been so tempted to shrink myself to the size of a vibrator and crawl up inside one of my models. 

If only I could be a leather cuff, perpetually kissing a wrist or an ankle. If only I could be the bedspread, feeling her weight pressing down upon me as I absorb her intense sweat and secretions. 

Zooming in ever closer to the junction of torso and legs, I take several more pictures. The closer the zoomed image, the more imposing the pair of cords emerging from her body. (If only I could be a vibrating egg, buzzing merrily deep inside her, being the cause of her near-perpetual struggles and her occasional soft moans.) The control boxes are tucked into thin black satin ribbons, one snugly secured to each flexing thigh. 

I rise fully once more, taking yet another picture of this very-aroused example of flawless beauty. I move around behind the digital camcorder, purposefully attempting to remain as quiet as a church mouse, until I am almost beside the bed; with a quick glance back at the television serving as a live monitor for the video feed, I see that I am not yet in the range of the camcorder's view. Turning back to this awe-inspiring model, I squat again so that the camera is on the same plane as her arched back. The right nipple is so very prominent from this angle, yet I intentionally wait several long seconds, watching as she twists in her bonds, studying how her body reacts to the double assault from deep within her. Once I see the erratic pattern of her movements, I ready myself, and take another picture of her with her back arched to its fullest, the nipple at its highest elevation of the evening. Several more pictures follow; in some, her head is turned away from the camera, but in one, she is looking directly at the camera, her pink-painted lips parted as she pants, her eyes clouded over with need, and more than a few stringy strands of hair affixed to her sweat-covered face. 

"More..." she pleads softly. "I need more..." 

Those first words spoken in perhaps an hour thrill me, fill my soul, and I must fight to maintain my professional demeanor. I only hope that her words were able to be captured by the digital camcorder. 

My mind races. I consider adding a little pain to her experience, potentially using the clothespins lined across a nearby shelf to turn her into a porcupine. I consider increasing the power of the vibrating eggs inside her to see just how she reacts. I also consider opening a window, allowing the winter air to cool us both and ideally make her nipples appear even harder than they already do. 

"What do you need?" I finally ask, my voice soft and soothing. 

"I need to cum!" 

I stand fully erect, the camera in my hands drinking in the chest and head of my appealing model. She looks directly at the unblinking eye, softly pleading: "Please... Please..." Her expression is a mixture of desire and need and lust and utter frustration, even as she continued to pull at her bonds, the chains rattling and the bed squeaking softly in protest of her movements. 

I take multiple pictures in rapid succession, capturing as many nuances of that expression as I possibly can. In a way, her expression makes her look like an unashamed slut, yet it also makes her look like a loving woman using all her charms to arouse and please visually. 

After a moment of consideration, I step into the view of the digital camcorder and mount the bed, causing it to squeal even louder. She closes her eyes and turns her head to the left, her body falling slack with exhaustion even as her chest continued to heave. It is such a beautiful vision of feminine submission that I take more pictures of her, even as I move into position, my legs straddling her pelvis. Have your way with me, her position screams. Take me. Use me. Toy with me. Hurt me.  

And again, I suddenly envision her body covered with clothespins. In my mind's eye, I can see her screaming and flailing and crying as a bullwhip is used to snap each clothespin from her skin, leaving noticeable bruises upon her unblemished body. Despite her pain, the tears make her even sexier, even more vulnerable. 

But instead of hurting her, I toy with her. Holding the small camera steady with one hand, I reach out toward her chest with the other hand, taking a picture of the hand hovering just above her right breast. Once my hand touches her, I squeeze the breast from the side, enjoying the heat radiating from her; she moans noticeably, arching her back again to press more of her feminine swell into my hand, and I take several more pictures as my thumb moves toward and across her hardened nipple, causing her to gasp loudly from the touch upon her sensitive bud. And through it all, the position of her head does not change, continuing the vision of feminine submission. 

It is so, so difficult to not set the camera aside and place a hand upon each breast. But I know that if I do, I will not be able to stop myself from satisfying my own growing lust, and I will risk never having this exquisite young woman return for future sessions. 

She turns her head to me, opening her eyes, attempting to truly see me through the haze of deep arousal. "More power, please..." 

I first pinch her right nipple, causing her to gasp loudly with her eyes closed again as she squirms underneath me; I take another picture. Then the hand is retracted, and snakes down her wet body to her left thigh. I quickly find the sliding power mechanism, and increase the rapidity of the vibrations in her rear passage. "Yes..." 

Carefully and rather reluctantly, I dismount first her, then the bed, stepping around to the foot of the bed. This perfect model squirms again, her sighs of contentment and moans of desire growing ever louder. I take a few more pictures, then reach up to her right knee, sliding my hand up the thigh to the other control box. This time, however, I purposely change to maximum power, causing the vibrating egg inside her feminine passage to roar with such ferocity that I can finally hear it. 

Then I step back, out of the view of the digital camcorder, and watch with such awe as the vibrating eggs assert their will upon the body before me. Practically working on professional autopilot, I take as many pictures as I can while still admiring the wanton sexuality being displayed before me. 

After such a long build-up, her orgasm is swift and long and loud as she switches from being a moaner to being a screamer. Her climax is so powerful that tears emerge from behind her closed eyelids, mixing with the sweat upon her face. The area of the bedspread directly at the base of her torso is soaked with her liquid lust. Her aroma hangs thickly in the air and is nearly tangible in my lungs with each breath. 

Have your way with me. Take me. Use me. Toy with me. Hurt me.  

I reason that this would be the perfect time to have my way with this wanton model. In this state, as she recovers from such a powerful wave of sexual satisfaction, I could quickly and easily take my position between her thighs, applying my tongue to her prominent clitoris, and she would not care. Yet, my professionalism somehow prevails, and I simply continue to take pictures as a second orgasm is thrust upon her body from deep within her. 

When the camera beeps softly to indicate that the memory card is completely filled, I reluctantly move silently over to the table and set the camera down. I sit in the adjacent chair, and simply watch and listen and smell as she rides the orgasmic waves, my professionalism somehow able to prevent me from pleasuring myself, until, at last, she pleads with a quiet, raw voice to end the pleasurable onslaught. 

It is with great reluctance that I return to the bed, switching off the vibrating eggs. Making my way around the bed, I use each key to unlock and remove each padlock, but I only unbuckle the leather cuff at her left wrist. Then, I leave her, knowing that if I remain with her any longer, my professionalism will corrode. 

It is over an hour later when this beautiful young model finally enters the living room, fresh from a long shower, dressed differently in the alternate clothes she had brought with her. After her lengthy ordeal upon the bed, despite the long time she had spent refreshing and recovering in the shower, she still glowed from her experience. She smiled sweetly, yet that simple facial gesture seemed to be more than professional. I offered her a variety of drinks, but she only took a bottle of water and turned to leave. 

"If I stay here any longer," she said honestly, "I doubt I'll be able to remain professional." 

I simply nodded my agreement and understanding, and went into my den to retrieve the envelope with her paycheck for the modeling session. At the door, she did give me a quick chaste kiss to the cheek, then quietly left my home-studio. 

Nearly two hours later, as I was about to go to bed (in my personal bedroom, not the studio-bedroom), she called. "You gave me several hundred more than our agreement," she noted matter-of-factly, "and I just wanted to say thank you, and it wasn't necessary. I definitely will be back." 

My professionalism will certainly be tested again. It is just a matter of time until the next test begins. 



A Test Of The Heart Ch. 01



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Sweet sound of my Sir crawling across the bed awoke me. 

"Good morning Darlin. It's time to get up!" He whispered and kissed my cheek. 

"But the alarm hasn't gone off yet!" I said with a playful pout. "What time is it?"

"It's 6:28. I've been up for a couple of hours."

"I have two more minutes to sleep! Leave me alone and come back in two minutes!" I smiled and turned away from him making sure he had total access to my ass. 

"Two more minutes huh? Well Darlin if you don't get your ass out of this bed right this instant I'll have to make you and it won't be pleasant whatsoever!" 

I rolled over to see his face. He had a serious look but I still thought it was apart of his act. I giggled and stuck my tongue out at him and then stuck my ass up in the air for him.

I felt him get up off the bed. I laid there wiggling back and forth with my head face down in my pillow. I started to think Sir had left the room when I felt his fingers gently run through my hair.

He then took a handful and jerked my neck back. He leaned his head to my ear and just stood there. I felt his hot breath tickle my neck. He knows that silence is more of a punishment than pain. In fact I enjoy pain. There is nothing in the world better than a good thuddy smack on my ass. 

"Are you awake now?" I manage to nod my head in spite of his death grip on my hair. He ran his free hand down my back, slowing down as he reached the top of my ass. When he reached my puckered star he circled it with his fingertips which made me moan. I loved to have my ass fucked. I almost preferred it to having my pussy fucked. A finger gently opened me. He let go of my hair and turned towards my ass. His hands spread my cheeks apart as he spits on my tight hole. He takes his middle finger and teases it until he works it in to the knuckle. He reached into the nightstand and pulled out my large anal plug and placed it in my mouth to lubricate it. The cold plastic tips gently slides in and out. He then puts more pressure and it pops past my tight ring making me cry out.

He then turns his fingers to my slit and smears my juices down my clit and on my lips preparing it for his large thick cock. He easily slides in and buries it to his balls. The bulge from the plug makes me even tighter and presses on the top of his dick. He brings himself out slowly until he fully leaves me. His head begins to rub my clit and tease my opening. He then slams himself back in hitting my cervix and then began to violently fuck my drenched pussy.

"Oh God Sir I need to rub my clit and cum for you! May I please cum on your cock?" I scream.

"Yes princess. Cum for me"

I reach up and grab his balls before finding my swollen nub. My slit is drenched from my juices escaping out around his cock. I swirl my fingertips around my nub working myself up fast. With every wave of pleasure I clench down around his dick and the plug, milking them for my pleasure. I love how full I feel being stretched around them both. 

"Ohh baby I'm almost there! May I please cum for you?" 

"Fuck yes baby I'm almost there!"

I cum so hard squeezing down on him that it send him into his own orgasm. He thrust hard one last time and shoots his seed deep inside me until he empties every last bit of himself in me. 

"Now go clean yourself up. I've laid your clothes out in the bathroom. They'll be time for more playing later." With that he gets up, kisses me, and is gone.

I managed to pry myself from my warm comfy bed and head to the bathroom. The hot shower feels almost as good as my bed and I'm having a hard time parting with it too. I pull the fluffy towel off the rack and wipe off the condensation on the mirror. Examining my body for any marks our love making left on me. I'm quite a beauty I thought to myself. Although short, 5'3", I have an athletic but curvy build with porcelain skin and long black hair to my waist. My eyes are crystal blue and many men have surcomed to their powers. If that didn't work my big red pouty lips put the nail in their coffins. Sir always said I was his perfect Snow White.

After toweling off and putting on a lavender scented lotion I look around and can't find my clothes Sir had left out. Maybe he left them on my dresser and forgot. I went ahead and put on my makeup and dried my hair. 

When I got to the dresser there were no clothes there either. I opened my jewelry box to get my collar and find a small red card. I opened it and read:

My sweet Darlin,

I am having a special guests this morning and I want you to be on your best behavior. You are to do as you're commanded and only speak when asked to do so. As you have noticed I haven't laid clothes out and you are to be in only your collar today. Remember I love you and I know you will make me proud.

Sir

My heart skipped a beat. I have never been shown off in person before. I had no idea what to expect. Who was the guest? I ran back into the bathroom to add some makeup, straighten my hair and spread honey flavored shimmer dust all over.

I made my way into the kitchen. Sir was sipping his coffee and reading the paper. I grabbed a mug and walked over to the coffee pot. Sir looked up from behind the paper and I did a little spin for him waiting to hear his approval. 

"That's my girl." He folded the paper and walked towards me. "Are you ready?"

"For what Sir?"

"For our guest of course."

I nodded my head hoping he wouldn't see through my lie. He wrapped his arms around me and gently kissed my lips. His beard and mustache tickled my face. 

I loved when he grew his beard every winter. He looked rugged and handsome with it. I really enjoy it when he goes down and it tickled my pussy. 

I stood there admiring him. His steely blue eyes, broad chest, and big strong tattooed arms. He was the strong silent type. The kind of man that would take you in his arms and kiss you so hard it would make your legs go weak. God I loved everything about him!

"Sir what are we doing today?" 

"Well my Darlin, I am having a friend from work come by for awhile. His wife has expressed some interest in our lifestyle and I agreed to mentor him."

"Who is it?"

"Someone you haven't met yet. He just started this past year." Sir and I worked together up until a year and a half ago when he convinced me to stay at home. He was the head of the respiratory department at the hospital where I was a nurse. That is how we first met twelve years ago. He was just a therapist then. I had first met him when he came to help another therapist. After that night Sir requested my floor every time he worked so he could see me. We had our first date at the end of August and by Thanksgiving we were engaged.

I was not thrilled with the idea and it must have shown on my face. "What's wrong?" He said looking concerned.

"Nothing really." I said sighing. He raised one eyebrow as to say yeah right. "Well I don't know how I feel letting someone else dominate me and practice on me."

He took my face in his hands and stared into my eyes and said, "My Darlin, you know I would never let anyone else hurt you in anyway. If I see you are uncomfortable with anything I will stop it at once. I know everything about you and can read you like a book. Trust me baby."

I pout my lips and say, "I guess so." He laughs and kisses me.

"Okay now for breakfast. You have a long day ahead of you and need your strength. What would my Darlin like me to make for her?"

Shocked that he offered to cook I just stood there. "How about scrambled eggs?"

"Sounds good. Want me to make some biscuits?" I ask. 

Sir looked up from inside the fridge. "You just go get everything out and ready in the bedroom and leave this to me."

As I go into the bedroom I am still leery of letting another man touch me. Many of our friends let other Sirs and Mistress' play with their pets, some even fuck other men and women to punish them and make them watch. Sir has brought the subject up and has always told me to do anything he ask of me whether or not I wanted to. "If I tell you to suck a man's dick, you do it and you better do a good job. Everything is for my pleasure and if I want to see it you will do it understand?" His words were so commanding just thinking of them made my clit begin to throb. 

I was his toy. His most valuable object to use as he pleases. Even if that meant I was to be used by someone else. Right now I was damned turned on I needed to be fucked hard and I really didn't care who.

I laid out all of the instruments that they may require. Even the leather belt which I hated. I secured the restraints to the bed and door. Finally I put the leather fitted sheet on the bed and head back to the kitchen.

"Finished sir. God it smells good! Is it about done?"

"Yes it is. Get us something to drink. You need water or Gatorade. I bragged to him that you can squirt and I intend to have you do it several times today."

"Ooh! That sounds nice!" I said and kissed him.

After breakfast I cleaned the kitchen and did the dishes. At 9:30 I hear a knocking on the door. Sir opens and welcomes our guest to our house. My heart was racing and I didn't want to leave the kitchen. I just stood at the sink and dreaded going into the living room so a strange man could stare at my naked body. 

Sir cries my name and tells me to come welcome our guest. I close my eyes tight and say to myself everything will be alright. With that I take a deep breath and head to the living room.



A Test Of The Heart Ch. 02



I stopped at the doorway and peaked into the room. The man had his back to me. He was around 6'1", medium build, with dirty blond hair and an incredible ass. Sir caught me shyly standing there and examining him. 

"Sweetheart, just don't stand there get in here and welcome Adam."

I began to blush and quickly fell to my hands and knees and slowly crawled to them, making sure I wiggled my ass and arched my back like a cat. I stopped and kneeled at my Sir's feet. I kept my eyes on the floor in front of me not wanting to look up and see Adam drinking in my naked flesh. 

"Darlin this is Adam. Say hello and submit yourself."

I crawled over to his feet nervously I sat back, my eyes locked on his brown leather boots.

"Hello, Sir Adam. Welcome to our home. I am looking forward to serving you. My body is yours to use for your pleasure." I leaned down and kissed each one of his boots and quickly sat back on my heels. I was scared to death to look up at him. My breathing quicken and my heart was practically beating out of my chest. 

"Holy Shit Chad! She is amazing." He said to Sir. "There's no way Anna would ever be like this!" 

"You'd be surprised! My Darlin Kara here is a firecracker. She has had six years training to be the pet you see before you. Anna will grow and learn as you do. When she feels comfortable you both can stay here and my Kara will teach her as well." 

"I'll mention it to her and see how she feels. She likes when I'm commanding when we fuck but, she puts up a fight and sasses me any other time."

Sir laughs and says, "I remember this one was the same way!" I smiled remembering how hard I would fight him just to have him punish me. "Chad my man she is just begging to have a firm hand! The next phase will make or break her though. Prepare to have her pissed off at you for awhile." 

"Why, what does that mean?" He asked. 

"Well, I'm about to teach you what it takes to break her. See right now it's fun and you give in to her and then give her playful smacks on the ass and tease her. Then you go right back to being Chad as normal. You are half heartily doing this. She wants you to be controlling and really, she herself is pulling your strings. She wants a master to control every aspect of her being. She needs to fear your disappointment instead of getting rewarded for it. You need to grow balls and stepped up. If not she'll just continue to be disappointed. This one here, she needs my approval and my attention like she needs water and air, just like Anna. You are giving her rewards when she is bad and not what she needs, discipline. Kara and Anna are a lot alike. A true submissive begging to have her master control her and giving her everything she needs and desires."

"I never thought of it like that. I just thought it was all sexual and a pain thing."

"I have a book that you need to read and I think Kara has one for Anna. You need to read through it and I will help you with any questions you may have. Well today I'm going to show you a few physical things and give my sweet Kara a good workout. At the end of the day remind me that I have a bag of equipment for you similar to all the tools we are going to use today."

"Thank you Chad. You didn't have to do that."

"It's my pleasure. Darlin please go get us a drink. Perhaps the single malt scotch in my office. How about it Adam?"

"That would be great and help calm my nerves." He said laughing. 

I crawled out and hurried to Sir's office. I grabbed the crystal glasses and quickly poured myself one and downed it. I couldn't believe this is happening! No warning, no discussion, nothing. Just, "Darlin You're gonna fuck a stranger today."

The thought made me laugh. I had fantasied about have two men often but thought it would only remain that. We have had lots of women lovers over the years. Sir always teased me of being a closet lesbian. I loved to devour a wet, juicy pussy. My long tongue had skills no man could ever touch and most of the time the woman would come back just to have her cunt licked again but end up letting Chad fuck her as well. I thought about Anna. I wondered what she looked like. If she would become my new lover as well. The thought sent electricity to my sex and I knew the liquor was beginning to kick in. I hurried and poured their glasses and placed the bottle and glasses on a tray. 

Walking through the door I look up and see Adam sitting across from me. My heart skipped a beat when his eyes looked up and met mine. God was he handsome. He had piercing dark eyes, a strong square jaw, and a smile that could make you melt. He reminded me of the actor Jensen Ackles. 

I broke my gaze and quickly went to Sir's side and offered him his drink. I then walked over to Adam and bent over for him to take his drink. Our eyes met again and he smiled from ear to ear.

"Thank you Kara." 

"You're welcome Sir." I felt my face blush and my ears began to burn. I sat the tray on the table and went back and sat at Sir's feet. 

"She's beautiful isn't she?" Sir asked.

"Amazing! I love her nipple piercings. That's so fucking hot."

"She has her tongue pierced as well. Show him Darlin." I stuck my tongue out at him. "She is incredible with her mouth. Absolutely no gag reflex at all. She loves to drink cum as well. She gets mad when I cum inside of her. Isn't that right my, cum hungry slut?"

I felt my face burn again. I just shook my head yes. "Go ahead and suck him off before we begin our lesson. He needs to go ahead and be relieved so that he will listen better." 

I crawled over to his lap and started undoing his jeans. I felt how hard he was already though his zipper. I reached in and unleashed his very thick dick. A drop of precum had already oozed from his head. I took the tip of my tongue and snaked it in the hole and wrapped my lips around it to make a seal and I vacuum out any remaining fluid his magnificent cock has given me. I release him and wrap my hands around him and begin working up and down. 

"I want you to take my mouth Sir. Guide me and show me what you want so I may please you. Please take my hair and show me."

"Damn, that's so fucking hot!" Adam said as I take him into my mouth again. He caught on quickly and grabbed each side of my hair and pulled me all the down to the base and holding me there. When he pulled up he went slowly. I used this to rub my tongue back and forth using as much suction as I could. When at the head he jerked me off creating a loud popping noise. I looked up into his eyes. I could tell he wasn't used to being pleasured with his wife's mouth and he was savoring each second of this. He pulled me back down and held me there again. I could feel him twitching. He began to growl with pleasure. I attempt to bounce my mouth forward as much as it would let me. Bringing his hips off the chair he violently begins fucking my face. After a minute of his thrusting he pushes me backwards and raises up. Grabbing my hair with one hand and pumping his cock with the other. I open my mouth to receive his seed. The first shot across my face. Before the second could escape he placed the tip onto my tongue. This one was much larger than the first. It filled my mouth and ran down the corners onto my chin and down on my tits. This third and final was sent down my throat as he pushed himself back in me to suck every last bit out and milk his cock. His cum was salty, creamy, deliciousness. I laughed to myself thinking of Sir. He was right! I was indeed a cum hungry slut. 

"Fuck her mouth is amazing! You are the luckiest man alive!" Adam said tucking himself back in his pants. 

"That I am! Kara is a rare gem." Sir stared down at my cum soaked face. "Sweetheart go clean yourself up and come right back and we'll teach Adam positions."

"Yes Sir."

I ran into the bathroom and wiped Adam's cum off with a tissue. I couldn't believe how wet I had become. My thoughts went through what had just taken place and fantasizing about what was yet to come. Any nervousness had left me after that and was replaced with excitement. 

I entered the room and crawled over to the two men. They both had a glass of scotch and were laughing.

"My sweet Darlin, are you ready?"

"Yes Sir" I said smiling up at him.

"Okay Adam. First is the present position." I quickly stand spread my legs and put my arms behind my head "Legs spread wide for easy access to her pussy. Tits stuck out. Sometimes these are different. These are just my preference. So you may see other Doms call there pets in different positions at the club." He said taking one of large nipples in between his fingers pinching them. "Position 2"I knelt down and kept my hands behind my head. "Position 3" I sat back on my heels and brought my hands to my thighs. "This is usually called at ease. She is comfortable and can stay this way for awhile. It's easier to explain things if she isn't in pain from holding a position. Position 4." I laid my head on the floor and my arms straight out. Almost like I was bowing down to worship my wonderful Sir. "Sometimes this is called the submission position. Position 5!" I raised to my hands and knees. Head and ass held high. Sir took his fingertips down my spine and smacked my ass. "Position 6!" I laid flat on my belly arms and legs spread wide open. "Up to Position 7!" I stood up, spread my legs and grabbed my ankles. "That's all the positions I use. I have made you a list of all these so you can have Anna start practicing them everyday. My Darlin, go get my flogger." I raised up and ran down the hall almost giddy. I love when master uses his flogger on me. I was about to return to the living room when I heard them coming down the hallway.

"We decided to come to where the toys are and save you trips down the hall. Get in position 2 while I show Adam my toys."

I sat there and listen to him tell about all the different toys and the sensations they create. "My Darlin prefers the suede flogger because its more of a thuddy hit than a sting. It you wish to create a sting you use the leather one." He went on through all the paddles, crops, canes, and other things that just loved to make my skin red. "We'll start with this one." Sir said picking up a black suede flogger with a silver metal handle. "She loves this one! Get up here and get into position 4 with your ass towards me." Sir said patting the bed. When I was in position Sir taught Adam how the different strokes created different sounds and feelings. I must say Adam was a quick learner. His strokes were smooth and barely bit my tender flesh. 

"She's awful red. Should we stop for awhile?" Adam said with hesitation. 

Sir laughed and told him to stick his fingers into my pussy. He stoked my labia. "Holy shit. I don't have to she's dripping wet!" I was almost embarrassed by my excess wetness but at the same time I was relieved to settle his concerns and have him continue to flog me. "She fucking loves this, huh?"

"That she does Adam. Her skin reddens with just the slightest touch. When you see purple that's when this one has had enough." I could hear the smile in my Master's words. "Now this will make her pussy run down her legs." 

He grabbed the crop and told me to hold my feet out. I obeyed and tucked my toes under exposing my stretched soles to him. Just barely tapping my arches, I hold back the moans that want to escape. Smack! Smack! Each of my heels started to sting and Sir started to tap at my arches again. He then brings the crop down hard on the balls of each foot five times. I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming. Once again he began to tap my arches. I heard the crop put back and a zipper. Suddenly a cock slid into me and began to fuck my soaked pussy hard. I had no idea which one until I raised slightly and saw my husbands jeans pulled down. Adam walked around the bed and jerk my head up. His cocked rubbed my lips as I looked up at him. He had an evil grin on his face and I knew he loved every minute of beating my ass red. I open my mouth and he forced his big cock to my throat. Fucking my face much harder than what he did earlier. 

There I was on my hands and knees having two dicks taking me at both ends. I was in heaven! Having two men use my body for their pleasure. I moaned into Adam's cock with that thought. It makes him take my mouth faster. My Sir smacked my ass for it and then I knew this was for them and I would be allowed to release my orgasm later. I squeezed my muscles around Sir's cock, almost to say I understand. Sir then buries his cock deep inside me and releases his cum. He pulls out after he is done releasing himself.

"Adam come here and take her ass. Darlin he's never done this so do a good job." 

Adam walks around and places his cock to the outside of my asshole. Sir stops him.

"No Adam. You need to lube it up first. Stick your cock into her pussy. I left you plenty." Adam obeyed Sir and gently entered my pussy. He pulled out and placed his head against my tight hole. He applied a little pressure and his head slipped in. This must have really turned him on because after that he wasn't gentle at all. He violently began fucking my ass and grunting. Sir walked around the bed and stuck his cock in my face and demanded I clean myself off of his cock. Adam was pumping his dick hard in and out of my ass. His balls smacking my pussy that was now leaking my Sir's seed. God I wanted to reach up and touch my clit so bad. Then with three hard pushes Adam cums in my ass. Screaming, "oh my god your ass feels so good!" He climbs off the bed and zips himself back up.

"Damn Chad I haven't cummed that hard in years!"

Sir laughed and commanded me to go and clean myself up and come back and get on my back on the bed. I ran in the bathroom smiling from ear to ear. I hurried and washed my ass and pussy and toweled off. I stared at myself in the mirror and brushed my hair. I was already starting to get wet again. "Fuck I need to cum!" I said out loud. I wondered what Sit had in store for me when I returned. Whatever he wanted I was ready and willing. No longer uneasy about this situation but, quite opposite, loving it!!!



A Test Of Will



I had left my wallet over their house the night before and figured lunchtime would be the best time to retrieve it. I called first to make sure someone would be home and when Laura answered and said she would be there all day I said, "I'll see you a little after 12:00 noon".

I should probably explain how I managed to leave my wallet over Al and Laura's house before I go on any further. They were having a picnic. Not too big, just a few friends and relatives. Well, as things turned out there were more than just a few friends and relatives. At least 50 people showed up and the place was packed. Their house isn't very big and most people were outside, but the house was still full. 

At some point I believe Al and Laura just said "fuck it" and gave up trying to play host and let the party happen on it's own. If you have ever given a party, you know that sometimes the thing just takes over; and trying to control it, or make sure everyone has what they need or want just doesn't work. This was one of those days. 

It was probably a good thing because everyone seemed to be having a great time, even Al and Laura. The beer and wine was flowing, everyone chipping in and bringing a little food and booze with them. What more could you possibly ask for?

We've been friends for a long time. I love going over to their place and manage to stop by fairly often, so I knew most of the people there. I just rambled around to chat with as many people as possible and enjoy the day. 

At one point in the afternoon, I went down to the pool area to see who was swimming. Laura was in the water with a couple of other women just playing around and splashing each other. Every once in a while someone would climb out and jump back in, making a big splash and trying to get each other swamped with water. I love stirring the pot - so to speak - so egging the women on was just a natural thing for me to do.

It was Laura's turn to jump. She looked at me and said, "watch this", took a dive and disappeared under the water with a huge splash. 

She emerged from the water right in front of me, and facing me with water and hair in her eyes. As she was rubbing the water from her eyes I couldn't help pleasantly noticing the top of her bathing suit had slipped down exposing her breasts. 

I have to give you a small description of Laura. She's 30 years old, about 5 foot 2 inches tall, long dark brown hair, and about 110 pounds. Her green eyes are big and round, and she has freckles on her pert little nose. She has an ample ass, slim waist and small breasts. In my mind she is as sexy as a woman can be.

Laura looked right at me, then down at herself, then back at me. With a smile she said "Oops" and then casually pulled her top back up and jumped back into the water, resuming her game with the other women. 

I don't think anyone else saw what had happened, but if they did, no one let on. I become a little aroused by this, because for as long as I have known Al and Laura I have fantasized about her.

I stayed at the pool for a few more minutes and then moved on to the next group of people. The remainder of the day went pretty fast and I had a quite a good buzz on from the beer. I didn't see much of Laura until the later part of the evening. The crowd of people had diminished and only about ten of us remained. I ran into her in the kitchen while searching out a beer. She asked what I wanted and I had to chuckle.

"What I want, I can't have. What I need is a beer."

"Let me see if I can find what you want, I mean need," she said opening the fridge. 

She bent down shoving her ass into my crotch and grabbed a beer. 

"Here you go," she said.

She was teasing me. That much was clear. What I couldn't understand was why. She and Al had a good thing going and this had never happened before, at least not that I noticed. I can be clueless at times, but I would have picked up on this kind of behavior. Finally I chalked it up to the booze.

At some point during the evening, I changed from shorts to long pants because the nights had been pretty cool. In doing so I left my wallet in the bedroom in which I changed. I would forget my head if it wasn't attached. I left their house around midnight and, of course, without retrieving my wallet.

As I drove over to their house to pick up my wallet, the events of the previous day were running through my head. It was all just my imagination. Why would she be flirting with me? 

When Laura answered the doorbell she had on a very skimpy two-piece bathing suit and there is no one else around. Just my imagination I'm saying to myself as she leads me into the kitchen and asked if I wanted something to drink. 

"Juice would be fine if you have any, I have to be back to work in an hour," I said.

She grabbed a Snapple and poured it in a glass for me. As she poured the juice, one of the straps on her top fell off of her shoulder. The cup lifted away from her breast, giving me a very nice view. I couldn't stop myself from taking a long look at her very arousing tit and nipple. God she was hot and I could feel my cock starting to rise to the occasion. Laura made no move to cover up which really surprised me once again. 

"What is going on here?" I asked myself.

Laura sat down at the table and we made small talk about how great the party was. "I really enjoyed swimming and splashing in our pool during the afternoon" she mentioned. "You should have jumped in with us and cooled off."

"I was enjoying the game right where I was, especially when you jumped in" I said with a grin.

"You like the way I dive?" she asked.

"Yeah, but I like the way you come up out of the water after you dive better!"

"Oh, you noticed my little mishap did you?"

"Let's just say I watched with growing interest."

Laura just smiled at me, knowing that she had turned me on. We talked a few more minutes trying to ease the tension that had built up while talking about the pool adventure.

I looked at my watch and said it was getting late and about time for me to get back to work. Just then Laura dropped the bottle cap she had been playing with for the past ten minutes and got up to retrieve it. The cap had landed next to my chair and she squatted down to pick it up. As she bent down the other strap from her top fell off of her shoulder and again the cup fell away from her breast exposing her completely from my point of view. She never pulled the first strap up so I was getting an eye full of Laura's tits and nipples. She was looking better and better by the second and I was having a hard time controlling the urge to grab two handfuls of tit right there. My cock was growing rapidly and beginning to show through my pants.

She retrieved the cap and stood back up watching my reaction the whole time. I couldn't help but get the feeling this was a planned move on her part. She then stood in front of me looking as sexy as I've ever seen and said, "Did you notice that I've lost weight? I'm about the same size I was 10 years ago."

"In fact I was just noticing you were looking pretty good!" I said with a crackle in my voice.

"Look at my tummy, it's flat, no more bulge. I can even slip my hand into the front of my suit without sucking in my stomach." she said in a soft sexy voice. She then proceeded to flatten her palm against her tummy and slide her hand into her bathing suit bottom. This was getting to be too much, but I had to see how far she was willing to go with this tease act.

"You cheated!" I exclaimed. "I saw you suck in your stomach!"

"No I didn't, you try."

OK, this is going to be interesting I thought. I moved behind her and brought my hand around her hip to her stomach and laid it flat against her.

"No sucking in!" I said and slide my hand down into her panties as slowly as I could manage. I thought I heard her take a breath as I slide my hand down, but she didn't pull away. In fact, she leaned back into me putting her ass right into my crotch. I'm sure she could feel my now very hard cock pressed into the crack of her ass through my pants. I pushed my hand down even further until I could feel the lips of her pussy, which were very wet. This time I know I heard her take a deep breath. I slipped a finger in between her lips and stroked it up and down a couple of times before pulling out of her panties and licking my finger. She watched me do this with a mesmerized look in her eyes.

"You're right, your tummy is flat," I said "and tasty too."

This brought her back. She chuckled and gave me a kiss and hug.

"You know that we can't ever take this any further Kurt, I'm married and I could never cheat on Al."

I knew this but my cock didn't, it was aching for her. Laura was teasing me big time and I didn't know why. I needed to find out what was going on here since I was taking the brunt of it.

"What are you doing Laura? Why are you acting like this? You're driving me crazy!"

"I'm sorry Kurt. I've been so horny lately and I've been having crazy sex dreams. I don't know why but sex seems to be taking over my life."

Now we were getting someplace! "What kind of dreams?"

"Oh you know, about a lot of different things."

"Like?" I probed.

"You know, about other people."

"What other people?" I dug a little deeper.

"Not really people but just one person."

I gave her a look that said, `Go on.'

"OK, if you must know. I've been dreaming about having sex with you! Does that make you happy!"

"Actually it does" I said surprising myself, "But why me? Aren't you two getting along?"

She proceeded to tell me that things were fine between them, in fact better than ever. They had even been experimenting with different kinds of sex and it was really going great. The problem was that with the experimentation came ideas that she hadn't thought much about in the past. One of those ideas was having sex with someone other than each other. They had tried making believe while making love, kind of living a fantasy while making love and one of those fantasies was to have a third person with them. 


Once they fantasized about Al watching while I made love to Laura. He jerked himself off while I fucked Laura to an orgasm. Since that night she was having dreams of that scenario and others that involved me with her and it was getting to her.

We had moved to the living room while she was telling me all this. I was on the couch and she on the floor in front of me. The straps of her top were still down and I was still getting a great view from my vantage point. She knew this but didn't make any effort to cover up.

"Laura, I don't know how I can help you with this. I know how part of me would like to help but my head says no, yours and Al's friendship means too much to me."

"Does that mean you find me sexy?"

"Yeah, I do! That should be obvious," I said looking down at the bulge in the crotch of my pants. "But I don't want to ruin a good thing Laura!"

"You like looking at my tits, don't you? I can see you looking at them."

Then she pulled her top down completely revealing her beautiful succulent breasts and even tweaked her nipples for me. God, did they look good. My prick grew another inch right then and there and it was getting down right uncomfortable. This was becoming a real test of my willpower!

"Laura, you're driving me crazy!"

She looked at me and said, "Take it out, I want to see what you look like all hard and angry."

I was in her power at this point and would have done anything she asked. So as quickly as I could I unzipped, unsnapped and released my cock. It sprang straight up into the air and was all purple and oozing precum already.

"MMMMM, that looks nice" she said licking her lips. "Stroke it for me?"

I gladly did as she asked, because if I didn't I was going to just jump on her, rip off her panties and fuck her right on the living room floor! What a scene it must have been, Laura sitting on the floor between my legs, tits hanging out, watching me jerk off. If Al walked in now, he probably would have divorced her and beat the crap out of me.

Fortunately he didn't and Laura was getting really hot. She pulled her panties to the side and was fucking herself with her fingers while watching me stroke my cock. This was wild! I've wanted her for so long and here I was watching her masturbate right in front of me. 

I was getting close to losing it and so was she. I saw her close her eyes, and bury her hand up to her wrist inside her pussy. Laura was a perfect sexual picture; I couldn't have imagined a better image than the one I was getting right now. I exploded sending a stream of cum up into the air and onto my stomach and balls, it was running down my cock, all over my hand and onto the couch. I just kept on shooting for what seemed like eternity!

The sight of cum squirting out of my cock must have set Laura off, because she gasped and started bucking her pussy up and down, her fingers flying in and out of her pussy. I could see and hear her juices squirting out of her all over her hand and onto the carpet. What a sight to behold! She stifled a scream and froze, working her way through her climax. Her pussy was opening and closing around her fingers squeezing them and releasing her cum. Then she relaxed onto the floor with a big release of air from her lungs and her legs began to shake. This woman could orgasm!

Laura and I slowly came back to earth, our breathing returning too normal. My cock lay flaccid on my stomach in a puddle of cum; Laura sat in a puddle of her own cum. She sat up and brought her cum-covered hand up to my lips, which I greedily licked. I knew that anything that came from her would taste good. Then she bent down and licked the cum off my stomach, cock and balls. If I hadn't just climaxed and needed time to recover I would have been hard in ten seconds flat just from watching her do this. As it was, I just sat there and enjoyed the sight and feeling of her doing this most intimate act to me, it will be something I will never forget for the rest of my life.

When she had me all cleaned up she kissed me on the lips, giving me a taste of my own cum. We put our clothes back on and hugged. "We didn't just have sex with each other, did we?" she asked.

"No, not really. It was damn close to being sex though." I thought out loud.

"Good, because I don't want to cheat on Al" she said.

She stood there looking at me like she was thinking of something.

"Come over tomorrow night for dinner?" she asked.

"Sure, I would love to. You're not going to tell Al what happened today are you?" I asked a little worried.

"Maybe, maybe not. I don't know yet. I might feel him out a little and see how he may take it."

Now I'm nervous! "Laura, if you tell him and he doesn't like the idea, you will be saying goodbye to your marriage and our friendship. It's not worth the risk," I pleaded.

"He may be more open to it than you think. After all, we didn't really have sex, you said it yourself. Come over tomorrow and we'll see what happens. Trust me!"

"OK, but I don't have a good feeling about this." I said.

We hugged again and said goodbye.

I drove back to work running the whole scenario through my head over and over. One thing was for sure, no matter what happened tomorrow we still had what happened today and I felt myself getting hard just thinking about what we did.

CHAPTER 2

I arrived at Al and Laura's around 7:00 pm, later than I had planned but there was something I had to finish at work. Not that I'm complaining you understand, but there was a report due on Monday and I was working with a coworker named Kara, trying to get it finalized. Kara and I had a few extra things to do, so it was taking longer than expected.

Al and I were talking sports while Laura was finishing up the dinner preparations. She's a great cook and I was looking forward to another one of her wonderful creations. At the same time I was a little worried that she might have told Al what happened the other day. Al hadn't mentioned anything or even gave a hint that he knew, but I was still worried.

Laura came out to the living room with a couple of drinks for Al and I, and a glass of wine for herself. She was wearing a short black skirt and a white sheer blouse that buttoned up the front with laces around the v-cut front. Her hair was in a ponytail and looked like silk.To put it simple, she looked great! You could smell her perfume before she walked in, but it wasn't overpowering, just seductive. Al and Laura sat on the couch across from the overstuffed chair that they knew I loved. This chair felt like it just enveloped you and was the most comfortable chair in the house.

We chatted while dinner was cooking, touching on many subjects. Al asked me about work and, of course, I complained that they were working me way too hard. We all laughed. As we were talking I couldn't help noticing that Laura was sitting in a position that allowed me to see under her dress. Her tanned thighs were visible all the way to her white satin bikini-style panties. Every once in a while she would cross her legs, doing it slowly so I could get a good view. Laura was teasing me again and right in front of Al. I didn't think he realized what she was doing, but if he did he wasn't letting on.

This went on for ten minutes or so and I was trying very hard not to show my interest in Laura's panties. She upped the tension in my pants when she got up and offered to make another drink for me. She bent down to pick up the glass, which afforded me another wonderful view - she wasn't wearing a bra. As she bent down, the blouse lifted away enough to give me an unobstructed view of her breasts. I started wondering what I had gotten myself into? She knew I couldn't hide my desire for her under these adverse conditions! I glanced at Al to see if he noticed what she was doing and he was watching her every move, but without a look of anger or jealousy. This was all very strange.

Laura went back into the kitchen and there was a minute or two of complete silence between Al and me, it was very uncomfortable. Laura broke the tension by coming back in and telling us dinner was ready. We followed her into the dining room where she had a wonderful spread of food, steaming hot and ready to be devoured.

Dinner went well, the wine was flowing and the tension disappeared. Maybe the tension earlier was just my imagination. We joked and laughed and had a really good time. I noticed that Laura was being really cuddly with Al, she was constantly kissing him and I even caught her rubbing his cock through his pants when she thought I wasn't looking. A bulge was becoming very apparent in Al's lap.

After dinner was finished and all the stuff cleaned up, we retired back into the living room where we played poker for a while. The idea of strip poker came up and Al shot it down. If I remember rightly it was Laura's suggestion. Through the whole card game Laura continued to play with Al, getting him really turned on. This was getting to me, too. She really knew how to play the game. At one point, I had to excuse myself for a couple of minutes and when I came back Laura was in Al's lap with him fondling her tit which was outside of her blouse. Her nipple was stiff and bumpy from his affections and she sighed when he started sucking on it. Neither one of them saw me come back into the room so I quietly backed out and watched them from around the corner. Unfortunately the scene was really getting me hot and my cock was growing larger by the second. I could have just sat there watching and enjoying but I figured the longer this went on the harder it would be for me to hide my excitement. 

I went back into the hallway and yelled "Anybody want anything from the kitchen?" 

There was a pause and then they both answered at the same time "NO." 

Slowly I walked back into the living room and they were in there own seats, a little sweaty and fidgety maybe, but they were back.




A Test Of Will Pt. 02



Chapter 3

The next day, Al called me at home and said that he had three tickets to a 

Ravens game on Saturday and wondered if I would like to go with him and Laura. The Ravens are a minor league baseball team and although the play isn’t major league quality, it is good and a lot of fun. The stadium is small enough to give you the feeling that you’re a part of the game. It turned out the tickets were only about 18 rows back along the third base line, great seats!

I accepted the offer without a second thought. We made arrangements that I was to go to their house and we would drive to the game together in their van. Our plans after the game were left up in the air, figuring we would decide then what to do, if anything.

This perked up the remainder of the week, as I was really looking forward to the game and the company. It seems like the days of summer go by, taken up by all the chores and things that need to be done, and I forget to take the time to have some fun. Then fall comes and I say to myself, “what did I do all summer?”

The day was beautiful; the sun was shining without a cloud in the sky, temps in the low 80’s. You couldn’t ask for a better day to watch a baseball game! I had on my shorts, Ravens T-shirt and cap, ready to cheer on my favorite team. I brought some beer and pretzels to snack on before and after the game. Al had on his jeans and Ravens cap and Laura was wearing a tight pair of well-worn jean shorts and a T-shirt that was short and left her belly exposed and a cap with her ponytail threaded through the hole in the back. She looked great, and I also noticed right away that she had no bra on again, allowing her nipples to poke through the T-shirt. This was going to be a wonderful afternoon!

We put everything into the van and headed out. Everyone was in a great mood. I could tell this was going to be one of those days that you remember fondly for a long time. We had to park a few blocks from the stadium and walk, but even that was nice on a day like this. Laura walked in front of Al and me, as we talked baseball and made jokes. I couldn’t help noticing Laura’s ass as she walked, swaying her butt as if she knew we were watching. I think I was a little mesmerized watching her because I snapped back to reality when Al slapped my arm and said “Nice, huh?” I looked at him and saw that he was looking at the same thing I was, Laura’s ass. I didn’t know how to answer so I just said “Yeah,” a little embarrassed at getting caught looking and fantasizing about his wife.

“So what do you think? Did I get lucky marrying such a hottie or what?” Al asked.

“You got lucky al right Al, and frankly I don’t know what she sees in you,” I said jokingly. “You’re ugly enough to scare Wes Craven!”

“Oh yeah? You’re so ugly, women would rather you fuck them from behind just so they wouldn’t have to look at you!” Al said laughing.

“Hey, I like that position! You get to see that wonderful ass as you screw, maybe even play with her a little at the same time,” I said like I was hurt by his comment.

“So you’re a back door man, I never knew that,” Al said with a smirk.

“I’m a back door guy, or front door, or front door from the back, I’m even a back door from the front kind of guy. I’ll take any door I can get!” I said, looking even more hurt.

We both laughed and wrestled while walking until Laura turned around and said, “Will you two kids stop horsing around!”

Al slowed up, letting Laura get a little ahead of us and he asked “So what door would you use on Laura if you had the chance?”

“Both” I said before realizing what he had asked and what I just said. Then there was an awkward silence while it sank in. I couldn’t believe I just said that, but I had been thinking of her so much this week that it just seemed natural to talk about her. The only thing was, Al was her husband!

“So, would you do her if you had the opportunity?” he asked not quite looking at me.

“That’s a loaded question Al, how am I supposed to answer that?”

“I’m serious, if I said it was OK to make love to Laura, would you?” he asked. He was a little fidgety, like he was as nervous as I was about this conversation.

“Al, I think that Laura is absolutely beautiful and sexy! But she’s your wife and you’re my best friend. I would never want to do anything to destroy what we have.” I said looking straight into his eyes. As much as I meant it, I couldn’t help feeling that twinge between my legs thinking of Laura.

“I know that Kurt, but what if I said it was OK. What if I asked you to?” He said looking straight back at me. “This is a little uncomfortable because I’m not sure how you will take this. I want to watch you fuck Laura.”

“I know that Laura has been teasing you lately. The other night when you were over for dinner, I could tell she was flashing you with a view of her panties. I figure that you also got an eyeful when she bent over to pick up your drink. With no bra on and that loose fitting blouse, I’m sure you could see her tits.”

While he was telling me this I was visualizing that night and it was getting me hot.

Al continued, “The weird thing about that night Kurt, was instead of getting jealous or angry I was getting turned on! I can’t explain it but that’s exactly what happened.”

I remembered Laura telling me how they had fantasized while making love, that she was fucking me and he watched while jerking off, and he would fuck her right after I finished filling her with my cum.

It was just then that we arrived at the stadium and Laura was waiting for us to catch up. She looked so sexy standing there and was drawing stares from more than one guy as they walked past her. She also looked like she was enjoying the attention because she was playing with her ponytail and giving that sexy shy look to the guys as they walked by. Her nipples were standing straight out, poking at her thin t-shirt and there was no doubt that she was turned on by the attention of the guys.

“You wouldn’t be flirting, would you?” Al asked.

“No, what would make you say that?” she asked with a mock surprised and hurt look.

We all laughed. “What were you guys talking about back there?” Laura asked.

“Nothing much, just guy stuff,” Al answered.

We went in and found our seats. Of course, we had to kick out a couple of kids who thought they didn’t belong to anyone in particular. We had time before the game started so Al and I went to get some beers, leaving Laura to protect our seats. While waiting in line, we resumed our unusual conversation.

“This probably sounds weird, but I’ve been putting a lot of thought into watching you and Laura fuck. The more I think about it the more it’s turning me on!”

“Al, this is a little bizarre,” I said. “It’s also making my palms sweaty and giving me a hard-on.”

Al laughed and seemed to relax a little. I’m sure he had no idea how I was taking this till now.

“I know that Laura would love to get naughty with you, she’s done everything except come right out with it and there is no one I would trust her with more than you,” Al exclaimed. “It’s a perfect fit!”

I told him I would give it some thought during the game and let him know before we left and he seemed happy with that.

This was turning out to be a more interesting day than I thought it was going to be, by far! How many times does a guy get asked to fuck his best friend’s wife? Especially when that was the only thing on his mind for the past week or so! Taking that one step further, he wanted to watch. I assumed that Laura knew nothing of this little plot and I wasn’t going to be the one to give it away.

We got back to our seats before the game started and spent a few minutes drinking our beer and joking around. Laura was one of the guys in so many ways, you could say almost anything and she wouldn’t take it seriously as long as you didn’t mean it seriously. At the same time, she almost always had that sexy aura about her, so you couldn’t help but to feel turned on while in her presence. I don’t know if she knew she had that effect on men, but she didn’t flaunt it if she did. She was just being herself.

At one point during the game, Laura wanted to use the restroom and asked if I would walk her there. I agreed and we left Al to enjoy the game. As we walked, Laura asked if I was enjoying the day with her and Al. As she asked she stopped walking and moved up close to me. There were only a few people around us; most were in their seats watching the game. One couple standing about 50 feet away were making out and it was obvious the guy had a hand up under her shirt. Both Laura and I spotted them at the same time and smiled at each other.

“Don’t you wish he would pull her shirt up so we could see her tits?” Laura asked.

“You’re naughty Laura, but yeah, that would be great to see,” I said.

“What would you do if I pulled my shirt up right here?” she asked with that devilish smile.

I wasn’t sure where this was going, was she teasing me again or was her exhibitionist side coming out or both? I have to admit that no matter what she was up to, she was turning me on again.

“You wouldn’t have the guts to do that Laura, everyone here would see you,” I teased back.

Staring me in the eyes, she backed up against the wall and put her hand under her shirt. I could see she was feeling own breasts as she raised her arm, and in doing so raised her shirt. Higher and higher her shirt went but very slowly. I was mesmerized watching her do this most daring act and I was getting harder by the second. I walked up to her leaving only a couple of inches between our bodies as she continued to raise her shirt. I could see the bottom of her breasts come into view and she stopped. I took a quick look around and could see people watching her but no one said anything or made it obvious. It was like everyone froze and didn’t want to do anything to interrupt her actions.

I looked back at Laura and she closed her eyes and began raising her shirt again. Now her nipples were coming into view and they were rock hard, extended at least three quarters of an inch. Her breathing had become ragged and perspiration was beginning to show on her upper lip. This was obviously having an extreme sexual effect on her. Her shirt continued its journey upward after a brief pause until her breasts were completely exposed to all the people around us. I took a quick look around once again and everyone in the area had their eyes on Laura.

She is a beautiful woman as I had stated before and her tits are firm and sexy, but in this state of sexual arousal she was simply gorgeous. People couldn’t have looked away if they tried. In fact I saw one guy who was standing behind his girl bring both of his hands up under her shirt and grab her tits. I turned back to Laura, put my arms around her waist, pulled her body to mine and kissed her with a passion I didn’t know I had in me. 

We kissed for a few minutes that seemed like an hour, our tongues dancing around each other. I fondled her tits right there in front of all these people while sucking on her tongue and ground my cock hard into her and came right then and there, filling my pants with spurts of hot wet cum.

After a few moments we separated and looked at each other with lust, or love, or both, I wasn’t sure. What I was sure about was that this was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me in my life and I suspect it was for Laura as well. We looked around at the people and began to laugh when we saw the expressions on their faces. Laura pulled her shirt down and we walked away casually as if nothing ever happened, at least that was what we tried to do. In reality we were both nervous as hell and couldn’t wait to get away from everyone’s stares.

Once we were far enough away, we stopped and began laughing uncontrollably. I guess it was the nervousness escaping any way possible. Eventually we were able to get ourselves under control, our stomachs aching from the laughing and tears running down our cheeks. Once again people were looking at us but this time they must have thought we were crazy with this laughing fit. After we stopped laughing, I told her she was crazy.

“Maybe I am a little, but you have to admit, it was a lot of fun,” she said with sparkly eyes. “It looks like you really enjoyed it,” she said looking down at my crotch.

I looked down and there was a huge wet spot right in the front of my pants, my cum leaking through. At first I was embarrassed, but that changed to laughter again. Then I realized that I wasn’t the only one with a wet crotch, Laura was showing a considerable wet patch herself. When I pointed it out to her we fell into another laughing fit.

“How are we going to get through the day looking like this?” I asked. “And how are we going to explain these wet spots to Al when we get back to the seats?”

Laura just shrugged her shoulders and ran into the restroom, which was right next to where we were standing. I did the same, trying to clean up as much as possible. There isn’t much you can do about a wet crotch.

When we got back to the seats, Al was talking to a woman seated next to him and really didn’t notice our problem. Once we were seated, he just asked what took so long and we told him there was a long line.

The game was great and the Ravens won big time, so there was a lot of cheering and yelling that goes along with a win. While walking back to the van, Al came up along side of me and asked if I had decided on his offer.

“Does Laura know about this?” I asked.

“No. I wanted it to happen with her thinking I wasn’t around, hoping that she would respond to you in a natural way. I thought if she knew I was watching she would put on a show for my benefit rather than enjoy a good fuck by someone other than her hubby. Does that make any sense?” he asked.

“I think I know what you’re saying but this feels a little underhanded,” I said. “What is she going to think when she finds out this was planned?”

We both went into considerable thought with that being said. Neither of us wanted to hurt Laura. We knew that we wanted this to happen and Laura wanted this to happen, but how to make it happen was the problem. We probably could have talked Laura into a three-way and that in itself would have been great, but Al really wanted to watch Laura enjoy herself, not put on a show. So there was the dilemma.

“How about if you tell her it would be cool if she were to take someone to bed with her, like me, as long as she told you all the juicy details later, just leave out the fact that you will be watching?” I suggested.

“That’s good, Kurt. I think that would work! We already talked about it but never made firm plans, it was a fantasy thing. If I told her that now was the time she might go for it.” Al said enthusiastically.

“When are we going to do this?” I asked.

“How about tonight?” he asked. “When we get back to the house I’ll find a reason to leave for a few hours and ask you to hang around with Laura. I’ll leave, but sneak back into the house and see what develops.”

Ah, what a web we weave, I thought.

CHAPTER 4

We went back to Al and Laura’s house to have a few drinks, some burgers and some more laughs. Laura was back to teasing me in her small ways. Once, while sliding past me she rubbed her tits against my chest. Another time she let her hand brush against my semi-hard cock, quite by accident I’m sure. I did a little of my own too. Like when I came up behind her in the kitchen and pressed my cock into her ass while wrapping my arms around her belly. I made sure Al was watching when I did it figuring he might enjoy it as much as me, what I didn’t figure on was Laura pushing her ass back into me and pulling my hands up to her breasts.

I got an instant hard-on and the blood raced to my head as I forgot where I was. I grabbed her tits and began pinching her nipples as she laid her head back onto my shoulder exposing her neck for me to kiss and lick. I bent down and nibbled on her long sexy neck and then her ears as I heard her breathing become ragged. I started to pump my cock up and down against the crack of her ass through our jeans while aggressively fondling her tits.

I was already to pull her shirt up over her breasts when I remembered where we were and that Al was watching through the sliding glass doors. Jerking my head up I saw Al watching while rubbing his cock through his own jeans, an obvious bulge showing. This whole thing was very confusing but at the same time, a huge turn-on!

Al seemed to be enjoying the whole scene like he said earlier so I did just what I started to do and pulled up her shirt exposing her beautiful, sexy, succulent tits. Laura was beginning to moan softly as I fondled her tits in plain view and pinched her nipples. Then I turned her head so I could kiss her, pushing my tongue deep inside her open mouth. We were both losing control very quickly.

“Hey, you two get lost in there. The burgers are done.” Al yelled from the patio.

The effect was like a jolt of electricity. Both Laura and I jumped, pulled her shirt back down and stepped apart trying to look nonchalant, unsuccessfully. Al never came in so we caught our breath, grabbed the salad and condiments and went outside. Al did a very good job of not letting on, although it must have been killing him, I know it was me.

We had just about finished eating when the phone rang; it was for Al. After he hung up, he said that there was a minor emergency at the office and he had to run down there for about two or three hours. He apologized and asked me to hang around till he got back, and to keep Laura company. I made believe that I should go but he and Laura insisted, so I relented.

The stage was set!

Laura and I saw Al off before returning to the patio to clean up.

“That was close Kurt,” Laura said, “Al could have walked in on us and we wouldn’t have even known.” She was talking about our little episode of lust just before dinner.

“I don’t know about you Laura, but at one point I don’t think I would have cared,” I exclaimed. “I was ready to fuck you right there in the kitchen, Al or no Al! You are driving me crazy, first this afternoon at the game and then this evening. I don’t know how much I can take, Laura!”

“You mean you would have done me knowing Al was standing right there watching?” she asked with a devilish smile.

“Laura, you make me so hot sometimes I feel like I could do you in front of a crowd!”

“You mean like at the ballpark? Now that would be interesting!” she said with a chuckle. “How are we going to get through the next couple of hours without Al acting as chaperone?”

“This will be a test of our willpower, perseverance and control,” I said in a determined voice. “Just because you look good enough to eat and there is nothing to stop me from doing just that, doesn’t mean that I’m going to take advantage of the situation.”

I loved this game! We both knew what was going to happen, but what she didn’t know was that Al was going to see the whole thing.

Laura laughed and went back into the kitchen with the last of the dishes. 

She asked if I wanted a drink and I said, “Of course, you pick the poison.”

She came back with two Jack Daniels and club sodas, my favorite. We sat down to watch the sun go down and enjoy the evening. As we were talking, I noticed she started to squirm slightly, like she was uncomfortable. Then she settled down for a few minutes before starting to squirm again and then stopped. It was a little strange but a silence came over us, both lost in our thoughts.

The night was so nice and peaceful I fell into a daydream, thoughts running through my head of Laura, naked and sitting in front of me masturbating, like the other day when I came by to pick up my wallet. Unconsciously I must have been rubbing my cock because it was rock hard when I heard a noise in the bushes and opened my eyes. I was instantly distracted by Laura who was lying back in the chair with her eyes closed and her hand between her legs when she sighed loudly.




A Test Of Will Pt. 02



“Are you OK?” I asked.

“Mmmm, yeah” was all she said without opening her eyes.

Her hand was still between her legs and gently rubbing up and down. I looked down at her crotch and there was a large wet patch right between her legs and it was getting bigger while I watched. Laura was moving her ass very slightly giving the impression that she was imagining being fucked. Her hand still between her legs she moaned as she lightly rubbed herself again and again. The wet patch continued to grow as did my cock. This was very erotic to watch.

All of a sudden she sat up straight, eyes wide open and a small scream escaped. A shocked look on her face as she looked at me and then down at her crotch which was completely soaked. I watched as a puddle began to form on the cushion and then ran off the side and onto the patio in a small stream. She threw her head back again with her eyes closed tight and her hand pressed into her crotch, a low deep sigh escaped her. After a few seconds I could see her body relax and she slumped back into the chair. She opened her eyes and looked at me.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe I just did that!”

“What just happened Laura?”

“I just came in my pants! I can’t believe it! I was rubbing myself thinking I could cause a small climax, I started to get off and all of a sudden I started squirting and couldn’t stop! This is so embarrassing!

She was babbling while looking at herself in disbelief when I said “Laura, I have to tell you, that was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen!

She stared at me as I got up, walked over and kissed her hard, forcing my tongue into her mouth. She responded immediately with a moan, which only fueled my fire even more. I tore at her shirt, pulling it up and then off exposing her tits to my attack, as well as the night air. Their back yard isn’t completely enclosed but does have some bushes and trees defining the property line, not enough to guarantee privacy. At this point neither one of us cared. I slid down to her breasts, squeezing them in my hands while sucking on her nipples. I alternated from one to the other, biting and sucking on them, trying to draw out her milk. She was running her hands through my hair, pulling my face into her.

I was on fire, with a lust that had been building for a long time, one that had to be satiated now. I licked my way down her stomach till I came to her soaking wet shorts while running my palm up and down her crotch feeling the wetness and bulge of her pussy. Laura pushed herself into my hand trying to create more contact but I kept it light, teasing her. Looking into her eyes, I unbuttoned her shorts and unzipped them. She was biting her bottom lip as I fingered her pussy through her soaking wet panties. Her panties were practically transparent from being so wet and I could see that she was completely shaven. I love a naked pussy and seeing her naked lips underneath those soaked panties practically drove me crazy.

As I reached up and began to pull her shorts off there was a rustle in the bushes about 15 feet from us. We both froze like a deer in the beam of a cars headlights.

“What was that?” she asked. “Did you hear that?”

Initially I thought of an animal but then I remembered that Al was supposed to double back and sneak into the house to watch Laura and me. At least that was the plan, so I figured that was what the noise was.

“Probably a rabbit, I saw him hopping around a few minutes ago,” I lied.

With that she relaxed and began running her hands through my hair again, trying to pull my face into her crotch. I bent down and gently ran my tongue up her slit through her panties, tasting her cum and pussy at the same time. This was the first time I had ever experienced a woman who could ejaculate like this and it was very taboo and exciting. Laura must have thought so to because she took a deep breath and held it as I dragged my tongue over her pussy once again.

It was time to shed Laura of her shorts and panties, so I pulled on them while she raised her ass and peeled them down and off. I raised her legs up and over the arms of the chair and pulled her ass closer to the front edge of the cushion, completely exposing her hairless cunt so I had could enjoy her with no obstructions. I had been waiting for this for a long time and I wanted to drive her mad with lust. The one thing that makes me hotter than anything else is when a woman becomes completely lost in her sex, her mind loses control and her body takes over, her sex takes over. That is where I wanted to take Laura, and do it while Al watched.

I stood to take off my clothes, to feel the night air on my skin and to feel Laura’s skin against mine. As I did this, I looked over to where we heard the noise and could see Al crouched there in the light shed from the windows of the house. He smiled at me when he realized I saw him, his cock out and in his hand, stroking himself and obviously enjoying the show. Then I noticed a light turn off in the window of the next door neighbor’s house, I thought I saw the curtain move but it was hard to see in the dark. It didn’t really matter at this point, because I was too absorbed in Laura to care.

I turned back to Laura and lightly ran my hand over her pussy lips, gently circling her clit and watched as it began to rise from its hooded hiding place. It was time to taste her, to indulge in her combined juices by running my tongue all around her pussy, starting with her swollen lips and then in-between them, inside her where she was so very wet. She whimpered when I dipped my tongue inside her pussy and that fueled my lust but I wanted to take this slow, to make it last forever! I licked down, all the way to her little asshole and pressed the tip of my tongue inside her causing her to whimper again. She was so completely exposed to me in this position I could do almost anything to her. I loved the control!

Achingly slow, I slid my tongue back up into her pussy, going as deep as I could, spreading her lips and exposing the inside of her labia and then ran my tongue over her pee hole, licking around it and trying to push inside. This must have felt good to her because I could feel her hands on the back of my head pushing my face into her cunt. She was quickly approaching that one place where I wanted her.

Laura’s clit was stiff like a little cock and was demanding my attention so I wrapped my lips around it and ran the tip of my tongue over and around it while gently sucking. At the same time I buried two fingers deep inside her pussy, reaching as far inside as I could, up and just behind her clit sandwiching her between my fingers and my mouth. In this position I stroked my fingers in and out, fucking her with my hand as Laura started to buck and moan loudly. Her hands were alternately banging on the arms of the chair and the back of my head as I continued to thrust in and out, pushing her as far as I could. Her pussy was contracting around my fingers and her juices were flowing freely. All of a sudden she screamed, tensed up and filled my mouth with more juice than I could possibly swallow. Raising herself up and off the cushion she humped my face like a mad woman, completely soaking me in the process. This was what I wanted, for her to lose it completely and the effect on me was indescribable. My cock was so hard it hurt without even touching her with it and I had to put all my effort into not cumming!

Laura sank down into the chair, with her legs still spread wide, eyes closed and her hair a complete mess. I took a chance and glanced back at Al and could see him on his knees, his cock in hand softening and cum dripping off the end of it. I guess the whole thing had a good effect on him too.

Turning back to Laura, I had to kiss her. She looked as beautiful at that moment as I have ever seen her. She responded by kissing me back and wrapping her arms around me. She even licked some of her own juices off of my face as I nibbled on her neck. We stayed this way for a few minutes, her recovering and me trying to calm down.

Once my impending climax passed I turned my attention back to Laura and kissed her, licking her tongue with mine, trying to crawl inside her. Slowly I raised myself up and placed the head of my cock right into the folds of her pussy, sliding it up and down. It felt like hot liquid silk. I pushed the head into her, just barely penetrating and then pulled out, just enough to rest it at her opening. I did this over and over, dipping in a little further each time and then pulling almost completely out. She was leaking like a faucet, completely soaking my cock and her ass. She was also beginning to buck her hips back and forth while groaning. Eventually I buried myself to the hilt and just stopped, soaking in her warmth and wetness. I could feel her muscles contracting around my cock, trying to milk it of my cum, but I would have nothing of that, not yet.

Very slowly, I pulled out of her as she gave me a pout, like I was taking candy from her. I wasn’t going to leave her empty for long, though. I told her to get off the chair and kneel on the ground with her head resting on the grass and her ass up in the air. With a smile that showed her approval, she complied. We were now right in front of Al and he had a perfect view of Laura and me. Laura was facing away from him so he got a little bolder and came into the light. His cock still in hand and stiff once again, he began stroking with a huge smile on his face.

Laura has a beautiful ass and in the position it looked even better. Kneeling directly behind her I drove my cock into her hard and fast. I could feel my balls bounce off of her clit and she gave a little scream. There was going to be no slow teasing action now, I was way too turned on and so was Laura. At this point I think I could have done anything to her and she would have loved it. I started sliding in and out of her and even slapped her ass cheeks a few times. With each crack she grunted a low guttural voice. I was getting close to the edge again so I slowed down trying to prolong the intense pleasure as long as possible, although I knew that no matter what I did, this could not go on for much longer.

I ran my hands over her warm and red cheeks, squeezing them, trying to touch every square inch of her. I even put my finger to the entrance of her ass and began to circle it. To my amazement she opened up and my finger slipped inside. I pressed down gently, sinking deeper and deeper inside her ass while sliding my cock in and out of her pussy. I could feel my cock with my finger through the thin membrane and this just about sent me over the edge.

Laura began yelling at me over and over to fuck her, fuck her cunt and to fuck her ass. She started softly and got loader and more insistent every time she said it. Before long I couldn’t understand what she was saying, nor did I care. I was gone, to that place where all I could feel was my cock sliding in and out of this sexy bitch! I plowed into her so hard we began to slide on the grass, but didn’t care! I just pushed and pushed until I exploded, shooting my hot cum deep inside of Laura’s pussy. Laura screamed and pushed back into me and we both just froze in that position, spasms of cum erupting from both of us. Then we collapsed to the ground in a heap, neither of us with enough strength to hold ourselves up.

After a few minutes Laura turned over to face me and gently kissed me on the lips. She had a sparkle in her eyes and a smile on her face.

“So, did we do good?” I asked with a chuckle.

“We did good!” she said and snuggled into me.

I looked over to where Al was and he was gone. I don’t know if he left or just faded into the darkness so I couldn’t see him. Either way I’m sure he saw what he wanted to see and enjoyed every minute of it. I know I did and I’m pretty sure Laura did also.

As I was looking for Al I notice the curtain in the window of the neighbors house move again. This time my eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I could make out a face in the window, it was a woman’s face. As soon as she noticed me looking at her she moved back, out of view.

As I drifted off into a light sleep, lying in the grass of my friends’ back yard in the arms of his wife, I wondered who the woman in the window was. Did she watch our lovemaking? If she did watch, what was she thinking?

*****

(I hope you liked this second installment of Al, Kurt and Laura’s adventure. I enjoyed all the comments from readers on the first part and other stories. As a writer, it is always great to hear from people with their thoughts and ideas. I hope you all continue to give feedback because without you, the stories would be nothing!)



A Test Of Will



"Hey guys, it's after midnight and I really had better head home" I said reluctantly.

I realized that they probably really wanted to fuck right about now and I really needed to jerk off, so it was time to leave.

"You've had way to much to drink to be driving home now," Laura said, "How about if you stay here, in the spare bedroom and head out tomorrow morning? I'll even make you breakfast."

"Stay Kurt, we would both feel better if you just crashed here. We have the room and it is late," Al added.

I reluctantly agreed. They showed me the spare room, where the blankets and pillows were, and gave me a towel to get cleaned up with. I did my thing and headed to bed where I could hear them do the same. Eventually all was quiet and I figured they had gone to bed and were sleeping.

As I lay there in the dark, I couldn't help but think about what I saw in the living room when Laura was on Al's lap and then what Laura showed me earlier in the evening. She was so sexy and she knew it, and she knew that showing herself to me turned me on. I felt like a puppet being played with, but loved every minute of it.

The inevitable happened and I was getting hard again. I was stroking myself as I was imagining Laura, naked and on her back, legs spread wide open. She was begging me to fuck her, to pierce her with my long hard prick till my balls slapped against her ass. If I kept this up I was going to cum all over her guest bed, so I got up to go the bathroom and finish in there.

As I walked by their room, I noticed that there was a light on in the room and the door was open a few inches. The closer I got to the door, the more I could hear voices - low but distinguishable. I'm not normally the peeping tom type but the combination of my already being so horny and it being Laura in the room, I had to peek.

What I saw and heard did nothing to eliminate my hard-on! Al was standing with his back to me and Laura was sitting on the bed facing me, but they were turned slightly so I could see what they were doing. I couldn't have asked for a better vantage point. They were still dressed but Al's cock was out and standing at attention and Laura's blouse was partly unbuttoned, her breasts exposed. She had Al's cock in her hands, her fingers wrapped around him, sliding up and down very slowly. 

"Why are you so horny Al?" she asked and bent forward to lick the tip of his cock. 

"Because you are such a tease and a flirt" he said. "I saw you flashing your panties at Kurt when we were on the couch and I'm sure he got an eye full of tit when you bent down to pick up his glass. Is your pussy all wet from showing off like that?"

"Why don't you check for yourself" she said. 

Just then she looked over at the door. I must have moved and it caught her attention but she didn't say anything. Instead she looked right at me and smiled just as Al reached down and put his hand inside her panties. She closed her eyes and purred. 

Al started to pull on her panties, trying to take them off but she stopped him and stood up, pulled them down herself and threw them at the door. She did this I'm sure for my sake because it looked like she was doing a strip tease, slowly sliding them down, rotating her hips as she did, getting the maximum effect from such a simple task.

The panties landed right in front of the crack in the door, maybe three feet into the room. They looked so sexy and all I wanted to do was put them up to my nose and take a deep sniff, inhaling her sexy scent. It would be risky but I could probably snake my hand through the crack and grab them if I was real careful and quiet. Al was still facing away from the door and Laura was watching me while playing with Al's cock. 

I opened the door a little more and reached into the room while on my hands and knees. I had to partially enter the room to get to them but I did it very slowly and quietly. I grabbed them and slowly backed out of the room without Al ever knowing a thing and Laura with a smile and a sparkle in her eye. She was enjoying this way too much!

There was a huge sense of danger. Al could catch me at any time! That added to the excitement of this scenario, and it occurred to me that Laura had become an exhibitionist. How else could you explain the things she did the other day and what was happening right now? I didn't know or care. At that moment I was so hot I was ready to explode.

Laura pulled Al's pants down and off, then his shirt. She started sucking on his nipples, biting and pulling them all while playing with his cock. She worked her tongue lower and lower until she was at cock level and proceeded to lick his balls, lifting his cock up and out of the way. Laura was giving me a show as she went back to sucking his prick, taking it all the way into her mouth. I would never have thought her to be a deep throat kind of girl but she did it without a flinch. When she pulled his cock out there was a huge trail of spit that just flowed off of him and down her chin along with a long string of saliva stretching from the tip of his cock to her tongue. This looked very erotic!

I took her satin panties and wrapped them around my hard-on and began stroking myself with them. They were so silky and soft and felt great! I brought my panty-covered cock into Laura's view through the crack in the door so she could see what she was doing to me and a wide grin formed on her face. She then attacked Al's bone with even more enthusiasm, which dragged a growl out of him.

This must have sent Al into an aggressive mood because he picked Laura up and threw her onto the bed on her back. He ripped open her blouse sending a couple of buttons flying, and pulled her skirt up to her waist exposing her complete body for me. Al then forced her legs open showing me her completely shaved pussy, all wet and swollen. I could even see her clit sticking out of its hood. 

He grabbed her hands and pulled them above her head pinning them to the bed and climbed between her legs, cock first. He put the tip of his cock right at her entrance and just rubbed it around, across her clit and down to her asshole, then back up again. This was having a terrific effect on Laura because she started moaning and moving her hips trying to get more contact with his cock. I could clearly see her juices running out of her cunt creating a wet spot on the bed and making Al's cock all wet. He just kept on rubbing her pussy with his cock, making her wild with lust. He was definitely in control now and she was completely out of control, she wanted to get fucked and that was all she knew at that moment.

I was stroking myself faster and faster watching the action going on in front of me. I could even smell her sex, which made me even hotter! I was close to cumming but wanted to hold off so I could enjoy the end to this spectacle that was unfolding before me.

Al was now torturing Laura by holding back on penetrating her and he knew it. She was begging for him to fuck her. 

"Fuck that pussy Al, you know you want to! You want to stick it so far inside me that I'll choke on it, so do it! Fuck me, screw me like I'm your slut bitch!"

I couldn't believe I heard her correctly, but I knew I did. She was making me even hotter than I was with this kind of talk, if that was possible! You think you know someone, and then all of a sudden you find out you don't know them at all, or is it you don't know all there is to know. Either way, I was intrigued and pleased!

"You want to fuck him, don't you. You want to suck the cum out of his cock!" Al said to her with lust in his voice. She was shaking her head saying "No, no". Al kept it up. "You want to see his prick sliding in and out of your cunt!" 

Finally she confessed. "Yes, yes I want him to fuck me and I want you to watch him do it. I want to see you jerk off while watching him feed me his huge cock, jamming it into my pussy! I want him to cum in my mouth and you can watch me lick it off of his cock. Then I want you to screw my cunt as I'm sucking his prick clean. You can watch his cock slide into my mouth while you fuck my cunt. And you want that too, don't you!"

Al buried his cock deep inside Laura with a grunt, then began stroking in and out of her with force and speed that could only come from a guy who was completely lost in his lust. 

Then he yelled "Yes, yes, I want to watch him fuck you, I want to see his cock deep inside your pussy! I want to see you cum on his cock and then lick your own cum off his cock as he explodes in your face!"

I was shocked! Al was shocked. Laura was shocked too and we all came at the same time. Al pulled out of Laura just in time to squirt his cum all over her pussy and she in turn climaxed squirting all over the bed. I swear I saw a jet of her cum squirt right out of her pussy and onto the bed as her pussy convulsed, opening and closing. I could not have held off if a bomb had gone off next to me seeing all this. I promptly shot my entire load into Laura's panties completely soaking them.

Al fell on top of Laura and then off to her side onto his back, his cock still twitching. Laura just laid there on her back legs spread wide open showing me Al's cum all over her bald pussy, and I just sat down on the floor with a very wet pair of panties in my hand and a limp cock laying on my leg. What a sight to behold.

After a few minutes my senses came back and it occurred to me that I had better get out of there before they came back to life and noticed a near naked guy sitting in their doorway with a wet pair of panties in his hand. I threw the panties back into the room, got up and went back to bed. About ten minutes later as I was drifting into sleep I heard someone go into the bathroom but was to tired to care. That was the last thing I knew until morning.

I woke in the morning to a click sound. As I opened my eyes I saw Laura peeking though the partially open door.

"Morning Kurt, it's 6:00 and I thought you might want to get cleaned up before heading to work. Also breakfast will be ready in about 30 minutes."

As she was telling me this she came into the room, closed the door behind her and sat on the bed next to me. She had a short little nightie on that didn't cover a lot.

"Thanks for waking me, I probably would have slept till noon if you hadn't." As I said this I noticed that she had the panties on from last night and I could see that they were still wet from my cum. I could feel myself starting to get hard again.

"Did you sleep OK?" she asked.

"I slept fine once I was able to get to sleep. Something was keeping me awake till after 1:00 but then I was able to relax and fall asleep," I said.

"I'm glad you were finally able to sleep, you need your rest you know" she said. Then she bent over and kissed me lightly on the lips. Her nightie fell open and I just reached in and grabbed her tit. This was the first time I had actually touched her sexually and it felt like electricity was running through my fingers. We stayed like that for just a few seconds before she got up and left. 

"Breakfast in 30 minutes," she said over her shoulder.

I showered, shaved and dressed in the 30 minutes before breakfast. When I sat down I realized I was starved. It's amazing what kind of appetite a little voyeurism can create I thought to myself. Al asked if I slept OK and I said yes. 

"I was afraid that we might have kept you up last night" he said with a chuckle.

"No, I was out like a light as soon as my head hit the pillow. That is a very comfortable bed you have in there."

I ate and quickly cleaned up before running out of the house. I was late for work plus I didn't know what to say after witnessing their lovemaking last night. I've always had voyeuristic tendencies as I think most people do, but this was above and beyond voyeurism. It was as if I was a part of their lust encounter.

I know Laura saw me, so for her I was a part of it and somehow deep inside me I felt that Al knew also but didn't want me to know that he knew. This all sounds very confusing, but also very erotic and I think I like it! Maybe I'll drop by this weekend and see what new adventure awaits me. Whatever happens it couldn't be as good as last night, could it?

(This story could very easily go to another chapter. If you would like to hear what happens next time let me know. Also I would love to hear from those who may have had a similar thing happen to them.

Till next time, thanks for reading my stories)



A Test to Remember



I would like to thank Literotica editor Violent Intimacy for his encouraging comments and careful editing. I truly appreciate your kind help! Fantasy is a beautiful thing. This is my first time sharing.

"Dear Master,

As you know, today is my GYN annual examination; that is where I am this afternoon. Thank you for scheduling it for me. I trust your judgment in choosing this doctor."

That was the note I had left on his messenger, before I left for the doctor's office.

I was unsure why, but I felt that something just wasn't right in the waiting room. Perhaps it was the normal apprehension everyone gets from getting these physicals; perhaps it was because of my surreal fantasy; perhaps it was something else; I was not sure. It seemed as if the receptionist was staring at me at times, and I wondered if she was flirting with me. The nurses walking behind the counter also seemed to be staring at me. I decided that it must be my imagination. I was always nervous for this yearly examination, and when the nurse called my name, I jumped on my seat. She laughed at my reaction, and massaged my shoulder as I walked in front of her, telling me to relax.

"We do this all the time", she said. "Everything will be fine and over in a minute. Please stand on the scale." 

Reading my chart, she added, "Well, perhaps this will take a little longer then a minute."

As I opened my mouth to ask what she meant, she motioned me to the end of the hallway, and opened a door to let me in. They must be busy and using an overflow room, I thought, as it seemed to be a little farther than all of the other rooms. I had to calm myself down. Why on earth was I so nervous?

Everything was normal, really. She took my blood pressure, checked my ears, then told me to get undressed and put on the medical gown, before leaving, closing the door behind her. I hurried to get undressed, worrying about someone walking in while I was in the process of doing so. I put the gown on and struggled with the ties, then folding my clothes neatly on the seat, and sat down on the edge of the exam table, still nervous. And I waited. My mind started wandering, thinking about Master. I smiled and tried to push the thoughts away. How embarrassing would it be to be wet when the doctor checked me? It was no time to fantasize. As that thought was crossing my mind, the door opened, and once again, I jumped. Should they not knock?

"Hello young lady," the doctor said. The nurse was standing shyly behind him. "Let's get this started."

He didn't say anything more, pushing gently on my shoulders to lay me down. He then firmly took my feet, one after the other, placing them in the stirrups. He did not explain to me what he was going to do, as the other doctors had done in the past. He lifted my gown and did the breast exam. Nothing weird there; his ways seemed normal. The nurse then handed him the speculum to perform the pelvic exam, and I felt his gloved hands parting my labia to insert it. He took a sample for the lab, and just as he was wrapping up, there was a knock on the door. He walked to the door and barely opened it. I could hear him whisper to someone. He did not even turn to me when he said, "I'll be right back." The nurse followed him out. Being alone in that room made me feel even more vulnerable, in the position I was in.

I laid there in disbelief, wondering what the heck was going on. After all this time waiting, everybody must have gone by now. Why not at least tell me to get dressed? Maybe I should, I thought. After several long minutes, when I was just about to sit up and get dressed, he returned, accompanied by a different nurse. As he put the chart down on the counter, he stared at me seriously.

"Well Miss, it seems your preliminary tests are questionable, and we will have to do a more comprehensive test."

My mind started to race. How do they have preliminary tests already? I didn't even have time to finish my thought when I heard two simultaneous clicks as the doctor and the nurse moved up near my head. The doctor gave a quick look to the nurse, and she asked me to put my hands up for another breast exam. I don't know why I did as I was told, as I knew things were getting weird. At that time, they both grabbed one wrist and there were two more clicks. I was getting strapped down!

"Is that really necessary?" I asked shyly, scared. Then the nurse shushed me, and my heart jumped. I didn't know what to think or what to do, not that there was much I could have done at that point. Without wasting time, the doctor and the nurse started their exam again, each manipulating a breast, pinching a nipple, pulling them, and he started his lecture.

"You see, we have a report that you have a defiant attitude and poor control of your body in certain situations. We have been asked to test that."

He pinched a little harder, and I started to struggle against the restraints. "This isn't right!"

The doctor laughed. "I see the reports were correct. Your nipples seems to like what we are doing to you."

And he pinched even harder, as did the nurse, provoking me to scream.

"I will release them and be gentle if you stop moving and talking at all."

I struggled some more and screamed when he squeezed HARD. "DAMN IT!" I screamed. "Ok, ok! Stop hurting me!" 

They both released their grip, and I understood that to stop moving would be my best option. They started to gently massage the pain off.

"There you go, isn't that better?" he said, laughing at me. 

"No, it is not!" I blurted out, and he pinched hard again for a moment. 

"Did I not tell you to shut up? Your Master was right; you are undisciplined and in need for further tests". 

MASTER? What the hell? Master! I was screaming in my head, trying to think. Right! He scheduled this for me. Oh my god I may be in a lot of trouble. I could not even think straight anymore. But I knew there was only one thing I could do: Obey.

The doctor and the nurse skillfully manipulated my nipples, getting them fully erect. God they were trying to turn me on! I couldn't let them do that. Only Master should do that... only Master... only Master.... Repeating those words in my head did not hide the fact that my body was betraying me. My pussy was getting dangerously wet, and an impending orgasm was building as they teased my breasts. I remained still though, fighting the urge to arch my back under the sensation. I was staring at the nurse almost hatefully. How could she do this! I must have made her uncomfortable at one point as she whispered something to the doctor, prompting him to blindfold me. 

The sensations then seemed to grow stronger, and I involuntarily let out a moan. The nurse squeezed hard. I knew it was her with her slender fingers, and I knew to shut up, and she went back to being gentle. She had both of my nipples in between her fingers now as the doctor had moved down between my legs, moving the stirrups as far apart as they would go. He didn't touch me at first, and I wondered what he was doing, though it was difficult to concentrate with the nurse now sucking on my left nipple as she rolled the other one between her fingers. My clit was pulsating. I had to think of something else. I couldn't allow myself to get worked up! 

I didn't have time to think about what to think! I felt the doctor (I think it was the doctor) parting my labia, not in the same way he had done during the exam. He just held my lips apart for what seemed to be an eternity. I could feel wetness practically pour out of me, and I felt embarrassed. He finally (No! I can't be thinking that way!) slid a finger down my slit, not touching my clit, spreading my juices. I heard him moan before he lowered his head to my pussy. He stopped himself before doing that, breathing on me, making me wait. I felt myself wanting him to touch me, and I tried to shut my legs to fight that feeling. I couldn't move them one bit, but the doctor felt what I was trying to do, and he took one of my labia between his teeth for a split second. 

"I know you are not allowed to enjoy this, and I know you are enjoying it. What a conflict that must be for you!" he said, amused. I knew better than to react, and remained still and silent, legs spread, juices flowing out, and nipples so erect they almost hurt.

He went back to licking my slit, occasionally going over my anus and my clit, just lightly. I could feel the sensations escalating, and the hope for release was growing stronger. I could get through this. I had to. He lingered over my clit for a little longer each time, painfully slow, and my fight against desire was getting tougher. It seemed the doctor and the nurse knew how to make this difficult on me. Master must have given them clear instructions. They knew me too well. The doctor's touch was too good, as if he had known my body and had known exactly how to please me. They would certainly tell him if I failed, and I had already partly failed as I was as wet as could be. 

As if he had read my thoughts, the doctor said, "Your Master won't be pleased at how much you are loving this. And he certainly won't be pleased when I tell him you have cum for us." 

CUM? NO. Oh no, I cannot cum. I had no permission to cum. Punishment would have been more than what I could handle if I did, especially if someone other than Master made me.

"Please, please stop," I whispered, in a feeble attempt to fight.

But I stayed still, having learned my lesson. At this very moment, I hated my body for not being able to control my desire, betraying me like never before. The doctor was now working my clit too nicely, and I feared he was right. I would not be able to control myself. The build up was getting intolerable, and tears started soaking the blindfold. I heard the muffled moan of the nurse as she gentle suckled my breasts, alternating between them, and the doctor seemed to be answering her, moaning as my clit got too close to exploding under his skilled tongue. 

All I could think was, God no... I can't.... I fought as hard as I could, but was losing the battle. Just as I was ready to explode against my will and effort, with everything I had in me, he stopped his gentle and slow assault on my clit and laughed. I screamed in disappointment.

"You were about to cum, weren't you?" I could feel him still between my legs. I know better than to answer or move. My clit was spasming, wanting release so badly, wanting to be touched again, and I hated him for that. 

"Oh yes. Your Master will be really upset when you cum." He started again, slowly, on my clit, gently, slightly inserting the tip of his finger into my wet and eager hole. I wanted to scream, to plead for mercy, but I didn't. Not moving, not venting with words or moans, not seeing, with most of my senses taken from me made all this so much worse, so much more difficult. The doctor brought me to the edge again, stopping every few seconds only to bring me even closer, then backing off to not grant me what I was undeniably begging for in my head. 

His finger was slowly working its way deeper in me, not fucking me yet. Just painfully teasing me. And that drove me nuts. I wanted to squirm; I wanted to be fucked, and I wanted his finger deep in me. This was getting too overwhelming, and I felt my body give in. I simply could not handle it anymore. I was going to let go, let myself explode. As I was about to, I felt movement by my head, lips close to my ear, and a chilling whisper.

"You do not have permission, my sweet. This test is for your own good. I know this must feel great on your clit, on your nipples. Are they not good at touching you? But you must obey." He repeated, "You do not have permission." 

MASTER!! A wave of comfort and fear at the same time invaded me. God! Master was watching! How long had he been here? At this point, there was no way I could not cum, and he was there watching me fail. 

"Don't stop anymore," he directed. And the movements and sensations intensified. In disbelief, I felt my whole body shiver uncontrollably. I felt Master's hands on my hips, holding me down as the doctor ever so slowly put all his attention on my clit, pushing me over the edge. 

"God nooo!!! M-Master!" I screamed, breathing too fast.

"I am so sorry!" I cried out, as they kept working me, electrifying my whole body for what seemed to be like an eternity. I had never cum so hard, for so long, in my life. Then, they all let me go, removing their hands from my body. There was silence for a few seconds, aside from my sobs. I heard the door open, someone stepping out, and the door closed. Master shifted and moved his lips to my mouth, kissing me gently and lovingly. 

"I know that was a hard test for you, love. I was really hoping you would pass it. But you didn't. I am very upset." His voice was soft, but firm. 

"Master, I am sorry, there is no excuse," I sobbed. 

"No. There is no excuse," He laid his head on my chest. "But we will practice and make you better at this." I heard him walk away. "I'll see you at home. I must go prepare for your punishment".



A Test to Remember Ch. 02



I would like to thank Literotica editor Violent Intimacy for his careful editing and help in making this fantasy readable on paper.

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I had finally fallen asleep that night after going through a myriad of feelings: Disappointment in myself for failing Master, knowing how much he loves me, and fear of the punishment that was to come. Master did not join me in bed for what seemed like hours, and even after that long, my brain was still imagining what was going to happen to me. 

I woke slowly as I felt my legs being spread. He was careful, as if trying not to wake me, but he did. When he noticed my puzzled look, he told me to simply lay still and let him work. When I opened my mouth to ask what was going on, his loving and caring voice shushed me. I knew my behavior was not acceptable. I should have stayed quiet. Firmly, he turned me over his knees and spanked hard, just once. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, not from pain, but from embarrassment and, more, disappointment. His previous command was repeated in his usual calm voice, and I obeyed. Silently, I cursed him. 

"Now, lay still," he repeated once more. "If you so much as breathe too loudly, I'll stop and leave you be." 

He knew how awful this treatment sounded to me. He knew that I couldn't stand being ignored, that I would want his attention badly, that I'd beg for his touch or even his stare. He pushed my legs apart farther as he started to speak, still very calmly. The dreaded speech was coming.

"You failed miserably today." He was dragging the tips of his fingers on my neck, his face close to my skin. I could feel his breath and hoped for kisses, licks, and a firmer touch. But none of these came. He kept talking. "It was a simple test, and you failed."

My nipples became erect under this slight sensation, combined with the meaning of his words. He laughed and I was embarrassed. I had failed under someone else's touch. I had orgasmed without permission. Someone else had touched me, someone who did not even know my body, and I had not been able to control myself. Now, the same test was going to be repeated, only with expert hands, hands that knew every inch of me. My body had betrayed me before. It was going to happen again. He was going to have me fail, and butterflies invaded my stomach in fear of disappointing him once. Never before had he pushed my limits this far. 

His fingers brushed my breasts, but not my nipples. I felt that my body wanted to arch to make contact with his face that still was so close to my skin, and I hated myself. I was not going to give him another opportunity to spank me, so I fought my urges and stayed still. God! How difficult that was! That contributed to a build up that I did not want just yet. His fingers kept going so painfully slowly down my sides, on my tummy, my hips, down my legs, his face following closely as he examined every inch of my body even though he knew it so well. His hands pushed my legs even farther apart, and it was almost difficult for me to maintain them this wide. But I found I didn't want him to stop, as unbearable as I knew it was going to become for my body and for my mind, and I tried my best to obey. His fingers started brushing back up the inside of my legs. I was already begging in my head for his touch on my most intimate parts, his parts. I knew he was not going to, for his intentions were cruel. The wetness that he was about to see embarrassed me. He hadn't even really touched me yet. 

His fingers softly spread my labia, and once again I felt his breath. I could feel my clit, painfully hard, as I knew it wouldn't get what it needed. He kept me spread for what seemed like an eternity, and it started to drive me insane. I was breathing fast, and my breaths became shaky when I tried to slow them down. His eyes, watching, gave me such sensations! I wanted him to just take me, but I doubted that was even in his plans. Not yet anyway. My hips started to move up, and I immediately regretted doing so. Without saying a word, he simply smiled and moved away to sit on a chair in the corner of the room, and I immediately felt lonely, as if missing a part of myself. Mischievously his hands started to caress his member, just the way he likes best. He knew this reprimand was worse than a spanking. He simply kept going, pleasuring himself without me, looking intensely at me, my legs still spread, breathing even faster. 

"Please... Master!" I softly moaned, desperate to have him near me. 

A tear rolled down my face as I watched him bring himself to orgasm. He knew how badly I wanted his juices, but I did not deserve the taste of them. He rested in the chair for a few minutes, letting me hang there, not able to take my eyes off him. I had laid still though, as I was not told that I was allowed to do otherwise. 

"Are you ready for your test now?" How could his voice be so calm after this? 

Without waiting for an answer, which he knew anyway, he started examining me all over again, making the sensations even more torturous. I felt my juices drip down onto the bed sheet as he once more spread my lips, and kept them that way for even longer than he had before. I wanted to scream and buck my hips, and he was well aware of that. Perhaps he was trying to make me disobey, looking for a reason to punish me. But I didn't. Not this time. As difficult as it was, this was as turned on, as worked up as I had ever been in my life. Despite the immense feeling of not being allowed over the edge, I found that I didn't want him to stop. In fact, I feared that he would stop. His attention was a precious gift, and I was grateful for it. 

He eventually let go of my labia, not because I had moved, or because I had breathed too loudly, but because he was moving on with his examination. 

His fingers went up to brush against my hard nipples, very lightly, his breath following. The wave of electricity that washed over my entire body was intense, and having to lay still only made it worse. Still spread, I thought I was going to cum. Yes, as little as this slight touch apparently affected me that much. But he was not about to let me cum. 

"Don't you dare cum, love," he repeated a few times, with a grin on his lips.

His touch had become less subtle and more firm, and his lips FINALLY touched my skin. I let out a long, strong breath, and he paused for a few seconds, threatening to stop. I had stopped breathing altogether for a few moments, pleading in my head that he doesn't, and I knew he had seen my pleading eyes. 

God how good my nipples felt! As soon as he had me on the edge once more, he let them go, following his previous trail with this more concrete touch, sliding down between my still spread legs, and spreading my lips again. He smirked when he saw how wet I was, and rewarded me with the sound of his voice, the praises soothing my mind just a little. I blushed and closed my eyes, begging for mercy in my head as he barely inserted the tip of a finger in me, leaving it there motionless, torturing me. This was pure and simple evil. How badly I wanted it all in, then out, then in, he'll never know. Or perhaps he did. I resisted the urge to rock my hips to relieve my need on his still finger. After what seemed like an eternity he finally approached me with his face and held still before touching me. He slowly started giving soft and gentle kisses just above my wanting button. He must have felt it throb, as he started laughing.

"So excited! This will be difficult for you, love." He was mocking me.

He was not even touching my clit yet, and he could make me cum just by staying still, his lips above it, a finger barely in my pussy. He laughed louder just before I felt his breath on my clit, and another tear rolled down my cheek as I realized that I would do anything to be allowed to cum, that my body had become his, and that my mind was slowly drifting into insanity. I thought I was getting my wish as I felt his flat tongue, full, but he simply fixed it on my clit, just barely pressing on it. This was the worse torture I ever had to endure. Not allowed to even buck my hips to his face was so much more than I could handle. I had to trust that he knew what he was doing and fought with everything I had not to go over that edge he was so easily keeping me at. His movements were slow and purposeful, knowing what all this was doing to me, knowing he had won me, knowing I would obey despite the strong needs he was creating. 

"I know how badly you need to cum right now." The verbal taunting had started. His voice was loving, but that only increased the level of torture. 

"Tell me, what are you willing to do for me so I let you cum?" He had brought me so far out of my mind that I couldn't even think of any other answer than... 

"ANYTHING!!" I screamed. And I meant it.

I was being driven up the walls, insane, losing my mind, consumed with desire, wanting anything at all just touch me to let me cum. 

I knew I was in trouble when he said, "Good girl! That is what I wanted to hear."

He flipped me around, and I found myself lying on my stomach, left frustrated with an impending orgasm. I had been so close for what seemed like hours, but now I realized he was far from done with his examination. In a way, he would help me not fail him. He would not let me cum. His hands started their torturing brushes against my back, down my butt cheeks, and I knew where they were going. He was going to make me beg for him to take my ass. He had waited a long time for this. I was scared, but I trusted him.

His hands spread my butt cheeks. Knowing he was staring at my virgin hole got me more aroused that I was willing to admit, and I couldn't believe how badly I wanted his touch. Even there. How did this happen!? 

After leaving me spread for a while, he brushed a finger around, sometimes on, my anus. I was apprehensive, wanting to move away as I knew where this would lead, but the sensations were just too good, and I found myself wanting more of that evil touch. Evil for it was torture. His skills had me wanting things I had not want before. This test was forcing me to surpass my limits, and I was going through mixed feelings of love, hate, fear, anticipation, but above all a level of arousal that was very difficult to deal with. Soon his lips and tongue replaced his fingers, and my body wanted more. He knew my thoughts were fighting this need. I had never wanted him to do this to me before, though we had talked about it. He refrained from doing anything more, making me love what he was doing, making me need, creating yet another desire, a stronger desire.

Still with his calm, loving, and caring voice, he simply commanded: "Turn around love. Let me see your face." 

I did not hesitate to obey this time and was ecstatic to find him standing by the side of the bed, his hard cock in front of my face. I eagerly opened my mouth to take him, but he backed off, taunting me, caressing himself in front of my face. Again, I cursed myself for wanting him and desperately needing to taste him. I found I was not controlling my feelings or sensations at all anymore. Watching me, he stroked faster and faster; I saw in his eyes the gleam, the desire, the love. He was about to cum and I hoped for the taste of his juices, at least. In disbelief, I watched him suddenly squeeze the base of his cock to prevent that explosion. 

"See, love? That is control." He was breathing heavy, yet he still mocked me.

I just sat there in disbelief and stared, tears openly flowing, dripping down onto my breasts. At that moment, through the little bit of hate and envy I felt, jealous of his ability to control himself so easily, I loved him more than ever before. He was putting his own body through a bit of torture to teach me. After a few seconds, he brought himself close to orgasm once more. He was displaying such control it was almost irritating me, but I also admired him greatly. Being too close to me, I just couldn't stand this temptation to take him in my mouth. Without realizing what I was doing, I was tasting his hard cock, my hands firmly on his hips, bringing him deeper, faster. I had lost it, but how sweet he tasted! I sucked him hungrily, afraid he would pull away from me, holding onto his hips, enjoying every second, every inch of his cock and balls, trying to taste as much of him as I could all at once. I had moved though, and I had moaned, and I had touched him. He knew the temptation would be too great for me.

He was grunting, smiling, and laughing. I had never felt him so hard, so excited. I wanted him more than anything; and he had me just where he wanted. But just as I thought I was getting his seed, he pulled away. How could he be so excited, so close, and still have such great control of himself? It had to be difficult for him just as it was for me. I realized I had brought myself close to that edge at the same time. Still panting I looked up at him, questioning him with my eyes, my hands still on his hips. He had expected this. He was controlling me just as much as he was controlling his own body. 

"Such poor control. You were doing so well!" he said in a not so calm voice, as he had just neared orgasm. 

He did not spank me, he did not lecture me. He simply walked behind me and restarted his torturous examination. My mind was spinning, unsure of what had just happened. In no time he was caressing my anus, licking it, making my body want him there once again. He brought me to that edge, to that moment where I was ready to beg him for more. 

And sure enough, just as I was about to disobey him and beg aloud, he talked more, holding me back but still teasing. "You have much to learn, love." 

His finger was barely entering my anus, mostly just caressing up and down, his other hand keeping me spread. "Perhaps in the few days to come, you will find that you must deserve the permission to cum." With those words, he placed his member on my anus, and pushed slowly. I didn't brace myself for the pain that I thought was coming, because there was none. I moaned allowed, forgetting about the consequences, forgetting my own name. 

Needless to say that he meant what he said as he had planned to torment me for a few days, planned to make me feel that edge for as long as he could, and planned to not let me cum. Yes, he was evil, for he showed me hate and despair, want and need; but he was also good for he showed me love. The needs he created in me were his, and he was going to satisfy them sooner or later. 

Probably more like later...



A Testament to Male Superiority



Hello, there. My name is Jake Bateman. I'm a big and tall black man who works for a trucking company in New England. I'm a single man with no brats. My buddy Larson Jenkins and I are both lifelong Truck Men, like our fathers before us. We're trade workers. It's not because we're dumb. We're both college degree holders. Larson attended UMass-Boston and has a business degree from it. I have a bachelors of science degree in Criminal Justice from Emerson College in Boston, Massachusetts. A long time ago, I thought about being a cop. 

A state trooper, actually. Then I had a run-in with a racist female cop. Yes, women in positions of authority can abuse power too. Abuse of power isn't an exclusively male domain. She busted me and my friends just for being black guys driving a Hummer on I-95. We wouldn't let it go. We filed a complaint and later, a lawsuit. We won the lawsuit, two years later. She got fired. By then, I had gotten disgusted with the system. I'd rather be a Truck Man. I'm free. I got almost zero stress. And I love my job.

The life of a Truck Man can be a dangerous one. Psychopaths. Sociopaths. Gangsters. Male and female weirdoes. They're all on the open road. And sometimes, they come after the Truck Man. Luckily, there are some pleasures. Being a solitary man driving the biggest thing on the open road can feel awesome. There's all these Truck Stops along the way. And where there's a Truck Stop, there are Truck Stop Whores. Seriously. Some women have a thing for truckers. You can always spot them. They're easy pickings. Tonight, we stopped by our favorite little diner. It's run by this woman named Mildred O'Shea. Who is Mildred? A five-foot-ten, white-haired, green-eyed, large-breasted, thick-bodied and big-bottomed Irishwoman. She's a big woman with a kind of ugly face but a nice curvy figure and a big, plump ass. She runs this run-down diner with her ward Mina, an equally plump young black woman with a thick body, big boobs and a big ass.

Larson has always been lucky with females. He's a six-foot-tall, black-haired, bronze-skinned stud of Mexican and African-American descent. Yeah, my buddy has movie star good looks. He worked as a Fireman before joining the Truck Company. Larson is a ladies man. We went to the diner and ate some food, then started chatting up Mildred and Mina. The diner is located in an isolated back road. Not that many people come by. Business is bad. That's why the place is run-down. Larson and Mildred chatted while chugging down some Irish Whiskey. As for me, I was sensing some major slut waves coming from Mina. So, I turned on the charm. We both got drunk. Next thing we knew, the wicked fun was beginning. Alcohol plus dumb women with loose morals have always equaled fun for men.

In no time, I was making out with Mina and also feeling her up under her skirt. What a surprise, she wasn't wearing any panties. I slid first one finger, then two into her wet snatch. Mina squealed, and urged me on. I noticed that my buddy Larson was getting some action from Mildred. He sat on a large black chair while a newly naked Mildred sucked on his cock. I watched the old white woman's head bobbing up and down on Larson's lap and winked at him. I mentally gave him two thumbs up and stuck my tongue out. He smiled, and returned the gesture. I resumed finger-fucking Mina's hot black pussy. The big black woman moaned, squirmed and begged me for more. I continued poking around in her pussy until she squealed orgasmiscally. 

A few moments later, Mina was giving that dick of mine the respect and cock sucking it deserved. She slobbered all over my long and thick black cock, then attempted to take all of it into her mouth. Mina's jaws stretched to accommodate the bulk of my cock. She took it in a few inches at a time. Like a good slut. I smiled and murmured some words of encouragement. She continued to suck on my cock and licking on my balls. I've got big balls. Apple-sized, to be exact. And I know how to use them. Mina greedily sucked on them. Like a good slut. Man, do I know how to pick them, or what?

Do you ever fuck a big woman up the ass? If you haven't, then I highly recommend it because you're going to end up having the time of your life. A big woman's naturally tight asshole feels just wonderful around your cock. Those are the thoughts which ran through my head as I spread Mina's plump black butt cheeks wide open and pushed my cock into her asshole. Mina grunted as my long and thick, uncut black dick slid into her poop chute. I dug my fingers into the big black woman's hips and shoved my cock deeper into her asshole. Hot damn, this is what I love the most. Shoving my big black dick into a big black woman's wonderfully warm and tight asshole. I swear, that's my favorite kind of ass in all the world.

Nearby, I noticed Larson and Mildred doing their thing. The big white woman was on her hands and knees, her plump white ass cheeks spread wide open. Larson positioned himself behind her. He pushed his cock into her. Judging by the way she gasped, I knew exactly where he had shoved his cock. My man was fucking the plump older white woman in the ass. That's what's up. I grabbed a handful of Mina's hair and yanked her head back. I asked her how she liked having my big black cock way up her ass. So far up her ass that someone would have trouble telling where she ended and I began. Or vice versa. Between squeals and gasps, she told me that she loved. I smiled. My sweet plump Mina was an anal slut. I smacked her plump black ass. That's what's up.

Larson, eternally copycat that he is began copying my fucking style. He grabbed a handful of Mildred's blonde-white hair and yanked the old white woman's head back while thrusting his big cock way up her ass. He whispered into her ear. She muttered something, between screams, of course. Yeah, he was enjoying himself. Mildred looked like a fun ride. However, I do believe that Mina was an even better ride. Her asshole gripped my hard dick like a hungry mouth. Ever the kind spirit, I decided to feed it. So, I came. My hot manly seed rushed deep inside Mina's tight asshole. She screamed loud enough to wake the dead.

I felt Mina's plump body tremble as my cock spat its cum deep inside her asshole. Hot damn, this was so awesome. I felt like I was on top of the world. Like winning the World Series or something. Like a god. A moment later, I heard an ear-piercing scream. Mildred was howling like a woman possessed. I looked at Larson and deducted from the contorted look on his handsome visage that he had just cum. Yep, the biracial stud had just flooded the big older white woman's asshole with his hot cum. Oh, man. When will this dude stop copying my style and get his own?

I slowly squeezed my big black cock out of Mina's asshole. She winced. I paused to look at her asshole. It was wide open. Gaping. Talk about tunnel vision. Wow. I smiled, and sat inside. Such a beautiful sight. I never get tired of seeing it. I felt...good. Mina sat up, recuperating. I put my clothes back on, then went back into the Truck to wait for Larson.

Ten minutes later, he joined me, having pried himself from Mildred's amorous charms and slutty ways. There are no good women left on earth. I'm starting to doubt that there have ever been any. Just freaks, lunatics, man-haters, dykes and a weird combination of all of the above. So, we fucked them, and left them. End of story. 



A Testing Time



Copyright 2004. All rights reserved.

Names have been changed to protect the innocent.

Chapter 1.

Natasha Wagstaffe stepped out of the taxi in front of the hospital where Cleo worked. She sniffed. It was hot. After the coolness of the cab the heat hit her hard. She could feel a dribble of sweat run down her spine.

Dallas, a city in a desert.

Her brother, David and his band, Artwork, were due to play there the following day. It would be the last show on their current tour. 

She remembered the previous year when she had been persuaded to play on a number of their dates while they recruited a replacement keyboard player. Staring out upon thousands of faces. She had nearly frozen the first nights. But with practise and the encouragement of the others she had had learned to enjoy it.

The hardest part was getting rid of the tension that built up inside her during each show. Most of the others had used the never-ending string of young girls who seemed only too willing to let the band members and any other members of their entourage have them.

She couldn't do that. Take a different man every night? That was unthinkable. So she had been left to her own devices in the toilet or beneath her blanket as they moved from show to show.

That had been quite some summer. She had met some friends of her father's. A girl called Laurie and her two friends Amanda and Taylor. She should look her up while she was there. And Frankie, the daughter of Len and Stephanie who ran the pub in her village back in Somerset. She wondered how she was getting on her exchange year at university in Dallas.

"Hello Nat." She heard Cleo's soft New England accent.

"Hello Cleo." She replied embracing and then kissing her.

There was a group of about eight other people all in white coats standing behind her. Natasha thought they looked like chicks following a mother hen.

"I'm showing a group of prospective doctors around today." Cleo answered her unasked question.

"Sounds like fun." Nat replied looking over the group.

They all looked the same. Young, fresh faced, keen. Well, apart from one. A small girl. From the Indian sub-continent Nat guessed. Her long black hair shone. 

She looked like the others in many ways. She was certainly young and she was fresh faced. But she didn't look keen. She had the look on her face that Nat remembered being on her own so many times in the past when she had been dragged away from her piano to look at some old building or visit some historic site she hadn't the slightest interest in.

Those had been times when she had resented Cleo's visits from America. David she knew had had a crush on her. She remembered the Christmas three years before when the police had been on the phone and visited their house. Cleo had gone missing in America and they were trying to trace her. How she had been found eventually at the cottage of a schoolteacher then, strangely had refused offers of either a lift to their house by the police or her father's offer to pick her up. Nat had discovered later that the schoolteacher lived with a woman who hadn't been in the cottage that night. That had all been very strange.

"Have you got the tickets for the show tomorrow?" Cleo asked as they walked towards the security desk. "We need you to sign in."

"I'm hoping to see David in the morning. He knows I'm here."

"Will you be going to the party?" Cleo smiled.

"I expect so. If only to keep Marianne company."

"When's the baby due?"

"Not for three months yet."

Nat pinned on her visitors badge and turned to face the group of prospective doctors. Were they standing a little bit closer than before? They all had excited, expectant looks upon their faces. 

"This is my friend Natasha Wagstaffe." Cleo made the pronouncement. "Some of you may have heard of her brother."

"You know David Wagstaffe?" The Indian girl spoke first.

She seemed keen now, Nat thought.

"Quite well." Nat confirmed.

"Sorry." The Indian girl said. "Of course you would. You played on some concerts last year."

"They were desperate."

Nat turned to Cleo. 

"Where are we going for lunch?"

"I thought here." Cleo said apologetically. "See I'm a little stuck today now."

Cleo looked about her then pressed the button for the lift.

"Well I don't think anybody is likely to have died from eating here." Nat smiled.

"You haven't tasted it yet." A tall blond boy quipped.

"You will soon."

"What's your name?" Nat asked the Indian girl as the doors closed behind them.

"My name is Pranoo." She replied.



Chapter 2.

Nat put down her knife and fork and pushed the plate away from her. She didn't suppose it would kill her.

She looked around the table. Cleo was explaining some surgery technique and all of the others were giving her their un-divided attention. All except Pranoo. She was looking past Cleo and out over the Dallas skyline.

At least it gave Nat the chance to look at her.

She had an interesting face. Dark brown, almost black eyes. A nose a size too big for her face and a mouth that seemed a year in advance of the rest of her.

She turned her head towards her and Nat hurriedly looked away.

She'll be thinking I fancy her next. Nat thought.

Nat picked p her disposable cup of what had jokingly been advertised as coffee and took another sip. She wished she took sugar now.

Nat looked down the table to where Cleo sat. She was thirty now, she thought, and seven years older than she was. A qualified doctor and surgeon. She had really made something of her life. Nat thought of her own life. A degree in music. But was she going to do with it? Become a pop star like her brother? She had tried that life and it wasn't for her. Teach? Give piano lessons?

Marianne, David's girlfriend wanted her to go into a recording studio with her and cut some tracks. That was after the baby was born. She'd be an aunty then. Her father would be a grandfather. Her mother had said he had never really come to terms with being a father so she thought this might hit him hard.

Pranoo was standing up opposite and walking to where another, older woman was standing. The family resemblance was obvious.

They seemed to be arguing about something. Then she returned to the table.

Cleo stood up and went to speak to the lady.

"Who is that?" Nat asked.

"My mother." Pranoo replied. "She is head of the surgery department here."

"Does that mean she's Cleo's boss?"

"Doctor Mc Toomb." The tall blond boy said as if correcting her.

"Sorry." Nat stood corrected. "Doctor Mc Toomb."

It felt strange using her title. She couldn't ever remember calling her Doctor before.

"Yes." The blond boy said. "She's a very important person."

Nat looked at him. He was hardly a boy. She thought. He would only be two or three years younger than her at most. He was well built already. Wide shoulders. She could feel her hole start to moisten.

She needed a man. It had been so long since the last one. But there were no one she fancied.

She had made up her mind. She was going back to England. She could teach music at the local primary school where her mother was the head teacher. If only up until Christmas. Her mother had suggested she organise and run the children's nativity play for that year. That was if her mother could get the board of governors to allow the name of Jesus to be spoken at Christmas time.

"Sorry." Somebody had spoken to her. "What did you say?"

"I said we have to stay here tomorrow afternoon." Pranoo spoke. "We have a chemistry exam. My mother could have changed the time but she won't." 

"I see."

"Some of us have tickets to the concert." The blond boy said. "But if we have to stay here until five then we will miss the start of the show."

"That would be a pity." Nat could see how going to the show would appear more important than medical studies.

"Pranoo was elected to speak to her mother."

"It was Mitch's idea. I don't even have a ticket. She said no anyway." 

"You had to get them inside the first couple of hours." Mitch smiled a very self-satisfied smile.

"I was at an exhibition in Houston with my mother and father." Pranoo said, glum-

faced.

"It will be on pay per view." Mitch pointed out.

"It's not the same. That's what my mother said."

Cleo sat down at the head of the table.

"You will all be pleased to know that your exam will be starting at nine-thirty tomorrow morning and will finish for one."

There was a low cheer from the students. Nat noticed that Pranoo didn't join in. She resolved to see if she could do something about it.

Chapter 3.

Cleo closed the door after Nat left her apartment. It was three-thirty. She picked up her cell phone and pressed the buttons Pranoo's parents home number.

"Hello." It was amazing how much disappointment could be put inside one word.

"Hi. Pranoo?" She asked.

"Yes. Is that you Doctor McToomb?"

"Yes it is. I have some good news for you. My sis." She hurriedly corrected herself; she didn't want the world to know. "My friend Natasha has managed to get an extra ticket for the show. If you would like it."

There was a moment's silence.

"A ticket? For me?"

"If you want it."

"Yes please. Oh please. Please."

"I think you do. Do you know where I live?"

"No. I'm sorry I don't."

Cleo gave her the address.

"I have to get changed."

"That's alright. I'll be here until five."

"I'll be there as soon as I can. Thank you so much."

"I didn't do much. You should thank Natasha."

"Oh I will, if I see her again."

"You will see her tonight. Bye."

"Bye."

The line buzzed and Cleo switched off her phone.

It had been nice of Nat to think of Pranoo like that. Perhaps she fancied her? No. Not Natasha Wagstaffe. She on the other hand could see a lot of potential in young Pranoo. Should she? It wouldn't really be betraying a teacher student relationship.

Perhaps she should drop some hints and see what developed.

How long would it take her to get there? She looked at the clock on the wall. Three forty-five. If she took a cab it was a fifteen-minute ride. She was getting changed first. She wouldn't be there much before ten after four. 

Cleo made herself a cup of coffee. Should she be about to go into the shower or be just coming out from it? She unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her bra. Her breasts dropped slightly. She took the clothes off and hoisted them in either hand.

Why had she never married? 

She had been thinking about it a lot recently.

It wasn't that she didn't like men, far from it. There had been a lot in her life. Too many at times. But each one had let her down in some way. The only people who had remained constant were the girls she knew.  There hadn't been so many of those. But each one had meat something.

But what would having Pranoo mean? She was a nice girl. Pleasant personality. Short but leggy, if that wasn't a contradiction in terms.

Cleo released her breasts and unzipped her skirt. Her panties followed it to the floor. She leaned forward from the waist to pick her clothing feeling the cheeks of her ass open as she did so.

That afternoon. In the penthouse apartment of the hotel in the centre of town. Her, Jenny, Michelle and Tammy. She'd lost count how many times she had been licked and then fucked with the strap on dildos. How many times she had strapped one about her own waist to have one of the other women.

And Paul sleeping through a lot of it. Would she really have sunk down and impaled herself completely onto his prick as Michelle was urging and guiding her to do? In his half asleep state she didn't think he would have realised who he was fucking. If only Jenny hadn't suddenly said no.

She hadn't complained when Michelle had taken her place. Or when Paul had knelt behind Tammy while she was licking her out and put his cock in her ass.

She hadn't seemed to mind his doing those things. Just not fuck his illegitimate daughter.

Cleo dropped her clothes in her laundry basket in her bathroom and switched on her shower. She walked naked back into her lounge and picked up her coffee cup.

It was still hot. She replaced it onto its coaster. It would be cool enough to drink after her shower.

She turned to head back to the bathroom when the doorbell rang.

She hurried to the spy hole and, lifting its cover, peered out. It was Pranoo. Cleo glanced at her wall clock. It was only just four.

Should she get something to put on or let her in naked?

Her hand went to the door locks almost without her bidding them to.

She opened the door slightly and looked out. Pranoo was alone. 

"Come in." She said, opening the door just wide enough for Pranoo to slip inside.

She turned to face her full on. She couldn't help but notice that Pranoo's eyes didn't remain fixed to her own face.

"I was just about to have a shower." Cleo said. "I hope you don't mind my not having any clothes on. But as you a re going to be a doctor I don't suppose it matters much. Coffee?" 

"Please." Pranoo replied. "No. I don't mind."

Mind? She thought. I don't mind. I've been aching to see her without any clothes on. 

She watched as Cleo walked to her kitchen and poured her a cup of coffee. She walked across to join her and accepted the cup. She held it to her lips. It was hot.

"Too hot?" Cleo asked.

"A little."

"You got here quickly."

"My father was going downtown and he gave me a lift. I didn't stop to do any more then change my jeans for trousers."

"I'm about to shower. If you haven't had one."

"I will need to get to the stadium if I want to get in and get a good place."

"Not with these tickets." 

Pranoo couldn't take her eyes from Cleo's ass cheeks as she crossed the room to a sideboard and picked up what looked like airline tickets and two plastic coated badges on chains.

"What are those?" Pranoo asked, crossing the room to stand by Cleo's side.

"These are your tickets." Cleo held them out for Pranoo to see, accidentally brushing the front of her breast as she did so. "I'm sorry."

"That's alright." Pranoo replied, smiling.

"I feel a little now." Cleo admitted. You with your clothes on and me like this."

She ran one of the tickets down the front of her body.

"Do you want me to take my clothes off?" Pranoo asked.

"Do you want to?"

Pranoo was silent for a moment.

"Yes."

Cleo stepped back and watched as Pranoo unbuttoned her top and pulled it over her head. She wasn't wearing and bra and the nipples on her small high breasts were already standing hard.

"These tickets are for the VIP area." Cleo showed Pranoo the face of one ticket. "And this one is for the party afterwards."

Pranoo looked deep into Cleo's eyes as she unzipped her trousers and stepped from them. She turned away from Cleo and placed her clothes on the back of the large sofa. Cleo watched as she leaned forward and pulled the strap of her thong from between her ass cheeks.

"They can get into the most awkward of places." Pranoo said, turning back to face her.

"I've never really liked wearing them." Cleo said, stepping forward and hanging one of the chains around Pranoo's neck. "That's your backdoor pass. Sorry, backstage."

"Backdoor sounded like it could have been fun."

"Do you like that? Using it?"

"I do. But then I like all of it."

"Have you had many boys?" Cleo asked as Pranoo pulled her thong away from her body and lifted each foot in turn from it. Cleo gasped when she saw the amount of hair that Pranoo had. She had only recently taken to shaving her own again.

"Some. I prefer girls though."

Pranoo stood still waiting for Cleo's reaction. She was amazed at herself for just saying it like that. 

Cleo replaced the tickets on the sideboard and stepped closer to Pranoo. Their breasts touched. Pranoo looked down and saw Cleo's nipples harden.

They reached out for each other at the same moment and pulled each other close. Their breasts squashed together and their pussy mounds ground against each other's as they kissed.

At first their lips remained closed then Pranoo opened hers and started probing Cleo's with her tongue. It was soon in contact with the tip of Cleo's tongue. Pushing first one way then the other. Pranoo felt it being sucked into Cleo's mouth as Cleo's hands closed about her ass cheeks. She let her own hands move down Cleo's back as Cleo's finger touched her anus.

Pranoo gasped.

"Nice?" Cleo whispered.

"Hmm. It is. Very."

"You have a lovely ass."

Pranoo pulled Cleo's ass cheeks apart and rubbed her own finger against her anus.

"So is yours."

"Come with me." Cleo said, removing her finger and taking Pranoo by the hand leading her into the bedroom. 

She guided Pranoo onto the bed and climbed after her kneeling between her legs and looking down at the lips of her pussy.

"I should shave." Pranoo said. "Like you."

"I don't always. Besides I like to see some hair on a sweet pussy. It feels so soft. Like a real pussy."

Cleo placed her hand on Pranoo's bush and smoothed it like she would a cat's fur. Pranoo shifted on the bed and opened her legs wider.

Cleo watched as Pranoo's pussy lips began to open then pushed a finger inside her to help them. Pranoo lifted her ass cheeks from the bed willing Cleo to push a second finger inside her. 

"You like that?" Cleo asked.

"Oh yes." Pranoo gasped. "More."

"More fingers? Well you are very wet."

Cleo pushed a second finger inside Pranoo's dripping slit and worked them in and out as if they were a cock fucking her.  Pranoo's bent her knees as if she were taking a man inside her. Cleo moved her fingers faster. Pranoo tossed her head from side to side as the pressure inside her mounted. 

"Oh. Ah. Oh." She moaned.

She knew she was near coming. So near. 

But Cleo had stopped. Had pulled her fingers from her. She placed her own hands onto her pussy but Cleo caught her wrists and pulled them away. 

"Don't." Pranoo gasped in her frustration. 

She opened her eyes and saw Cleo's smiling face looking down at her.

"It's alright." Cleo said and leaned forward.

Pranoo felt her lips brush the inside of her thighs, then again, moving closer. She felt Cleo's thumbs on her pussy lips pulling her open and felt her warm breath inside her. She placed her hands on the back of Cleo's head and lifted herself from the bed as Cleo began to lick her. 

"Oh yes. Hmm." She cried out as the tip of Cleo's tongue touched her clit. 

"Yes. Yes." As her orgasm built inside her.

"Oh." As the pressure mounted.

A pressure that she couldn't contain any longer.

"Ah."

The release, when it came was so intense that for a moment she thought she was going to die.

It wasn't stopping. She could feel Cleo's fingers moving in and out of her again as she continued to lick and suck on her clit. She felt the sharp stab of pain as a finger entered her anus. And all the time the pressure building inside her. Building. Building. 

She opened her eyes. Cleo had her arm around her shoulders. Her cheek was resting against Cleo's breast. She could just focus on her nipple it was so close.

"How are you?" Cleo asked, feeling with a fingertip between her ass cheeks and touching her anus.

"Fine." Pranoo replied. "Did I pass out?" 

"Only for a few seconds."

"Wow." Pranoo lifted her hand and cupped Cleo's breast. "I never felt anything like that before."

Pranoo lifted her head, looked into Cleo's eyes then lowered her lips to Cleo's nipple.

Cleo arched her back as Pranoo began to suck.

"We should think about having that shower and getting to the stadium." Cleo gasped as Pranoo moved above her and transferred her lips to her other nipple. 

Pranoo lifted her head, her lips wet with saliva.

"We could always watch it on pay per view." She said.



A Testing Time



It had been a year almost to the day since he had left home. For Brian it had been a year of picking up casual work as he roamed around the country, all the time longing for home and Tania, but now, as he approached home in his old Toyota, he was filled with apprehension.

He and Tania had agreed to separate and have no contact whatsoever for the whole year in order to be sure that what they wanted was each other. The relationship they had briefly begun was so potent and yet so hazardous that they needed to be utterly secure in each other's love. 

Brian had no knowledge of what had been happening at home and to Tania, but he did know he had left her in a distressing situation, and had it not been for Tania's strong resolve that they must have the year apart he might never have left her. 

A few days before making the journey home he had telephoned Tania. That too they had agreed upon. That was to make sure that Brian wanted to come home, and that Tania wanted him to. "Things, feelings, change in the course of a year," Tania had said, "and we need to be sure."

One thing he had learned from the telephone call had been that at last the philandering Ben had left Tania and was now living with a girl he had met while on a "business trip" to the Philippines. Brian thought that this would make things easier for him and Tania, but he thought he had detected a note doubt in her voice when he said he was returning home. Nevertheless she had agreed that he could return. 

As he drove the last leg of the journey his mind wandered back to the night it had all begun, "No," he thought, "that was not when it began." That night had only been the culmination of what had been brewing between them for at least four years, the almost inevitable outcome of love, vulnerability and opportunity. 

He recalled the time when at the age of fifteen he had first become aware of Tania as a sexually desirable woman. He came upon her when she was half reclining on a divan. He must have seen her like that many times, but this time it was different. 

She was wearing a loose negligee he had never seen her in before. As usual she had very little makeup on, but even so she did not look her age, which at that time must have been about thirty four or five. 

What struck him very forcibly was the quiet radiance of her beauty It was the exquisite line of cheek and jawbone, the way her hair fell loosely and naturally to frame her face. The long sea-green eyes, the warmth and sweetness of her smile that seemed to give her an aura of enchantment.

No doubt she had not anticipated being seen dressed like that. Ben had been away on one of his alleged business trips, and she wasn't to know that the school drains were blocked and the students sent home early. She had simply been relaxing for a while and enjoying the new garment she had bought the day before. 

Brian had a brief glimpse of her breasts that seemed to him like two halves of a Galia melon only ivory skinned, smooth and tipped with ripe pink nipples. Tania had hastily drawn the negligee over breasts and smiled saying, "I didn't expect you to be home so early darling."

Yes, that was where it had begun, but there it might have remained had circumstances not dictated otherwise. A philandering husband was breaking her heart; she was a woman who needed love and emotional warmth and that love and warmth she found in Brian, and in receiving she also gave.

Even so it might not have culminated as it did had they not both been at a vulnerable stage in their lives. 

* * * * * * * *

Over the years following that incident they both became aware that their feelings for each other went beyond the filial, and had even confessed them to each other. This at least cleared the air and removed some of the fears that often got with such feelings. 

Tania had said that Brian's feelings were perfectly natural and often occurred between mothers and sons. For her part she confessed that what she called her "emotional life with Ben" was less than satisfactory and if he did not stop his womanising she would one day have to end the marriage. She went on to say that if at times she became a "little over emotional with him," he, Brian, must forgive her because she needed affection.

That affection had at times brought them close to the fulfilment that the accompanying feelings often call for, but always they had stepped back from the brink, until that evening when they were both very vulnerable. 

Brian had been at that pivotal point in his life between the end of high school and entering upon tertiary studies, always a big step in one's life. He was a potent young man and being good looking and personable he had no difficulty in getting sex partners, including a couple of older women, but none of these had lasted because the one woman he truly wanted was, he thought, beyond his reach.

Tania had reached breaking point with regard to Ben who was once more on a so-called business trip. Tania knew that even if the business trip was genuine it would include yet another womanising venture. Brian had found her in the lounge quietly weeping and had sought, not for the first time, to comfort her. Their close physical contact had, as it often had on other occasions, brought them to a state of sexual arousal, yet still they drew back from the final step.

It had been later when Tania had gone to bed and Brian was making his way from the shower to his bedroom that when passing the partially open door to Tania's room she called out to him, asking him come in because she wanted to speak with him.

He entered and her subtle perfume seemed to pervade the room. She was in bed, the covers pulled up to her chin. She beckoned him to draw closer, and as he stood beside the bed she put out her hand to take his, and as she sat up the covers fell off her shoulders, exposing her naked breasts. 

Almost shyly she said, "You'll stay with me tonight, won't you? I'm so lonely and miserable and what I'd really like is for you to come into bed with me, hold me and make love." 

This was a moment that Brian had longed for but never believed would happen, and after a moments hesitation he dropped his bathrobe to the floor and got into bed with her. 

Tania snuggled close to him, their naked bodies touching. She began to stroke his body, reaching down and touching his penis, and throwing back the bed covers she looked at it and said, "It's lovely darling," and bent to kiss its head. 

She moved again to kiss him and her tongue ran across his lips and probed for entry into his mouth, and she whispered, "No one must ever know darling," and she moaned as she rubbed her body over his. She had her arms round him as she returned his kisses. She parted her lips and her tongue slipped out to touch his mouth again and their tongues began to thrust and tangle. 

She moved herself on top of him, perhaps thinking he might not make the ultimate move, and then with the head of hs penis touching her inner lips she pressed down to take his full length into her vagina. She remained still for a while and asked, "Do you like that darling?"

He smiled up at her and replied, "I think you know the answer to that," and encouraged her to move by thrusting up against her. 

Tania started to slowly move on him telling his she loved him and had wanted him for so long, that he was her beautiful boy and that she wanted it to last forever. But of course it did not last forever; it did not even last ten minutes. As is often the case with first time lovers they need to quickly release their long pent up emotions and soon Tania was begging him to come in her, and this Brian did, as she wailed and screamed above him.

Afterwards they lay in each others arms until nature took its course, and this time Tania lay on her back, legs spread wide, ready to receive his sperm again.

It had been a night of loving, but by morning Tania could see the dangers. Such satisfying sex demanded more and would go on demanding more. Clearly it was now impossible for them to live in the same house without engaging in sexual intercourse. But it was after all incest, and therefore hazardous. However quiet they kept their relationship it might at any time be detected. 

Her view was that if they were going to engage in a long term sexual relationship they had to be very sure of each other. It was then she suggested a year's separation to test their love. She did not say so at the time, but it was during that year she intended to make her final break with Ben, thus things would be easier for her and Brian when he returned, if he returned. 

She knew that by insisting on the separation she risked losing Brian altogether. He was young, virile and he might come to see that being in love with his mother had only been a passing thing, and he would find someone else. 

Brian argued but in the end Tania's view prevailed. Brian swore that his penis would enter no other vagina during the year of separation, but Tania, wiser perhaps than he, said that he should feel free to engage in sex with other women, that way he would come to know if his mother was the "special one." 

And so Brian set off on his year long travels, even if somewhat reluctantly.

* * * * * * * * *

It was just as well that Tania had stopped Brian's resolve concerning sex with other women because having a strong sexual drive he might have found it difficult to resist the temptations that came to him as he moved around.

The first temptation could hardly qualify as such, since to begin with he had hardly any say in the matter.

He was picking peas and living in the pickers' quarters. There were a number of married couples also working as pickers, and it was the wife of one of these couples who took a fancy to Brian. She waited unto her husband was asleep in their quarters, and then sneaked out to the room occupied by Brian. 

The first Brian knew of her presence was when he awakened to find the woman naked in his bed massaging his penis. The room was dark and he wasn't even sure who it was, but as soon as she had got his penis erect she mounted him and quite literally fucked him. 

When she had finished she got off and crept back to her own room. It was not until next day that Brian was made aware of who it was had fucked him since the woman concerned winked at him and said, "Did you like it last night?"

After that the woman made a nightly trip to Brian's room for what she called, "My ration."

Then there was the widow with huge breasts who employed him to dig over a vegetable garden for her. Her fetish was to have his penis between her breasts, then to fold her breasts over it and make him come like that, squirting his sperm over her face. He rarely got to come in her vagina.

Perhaps the strangest of all were the farmer and his wife. He was employed to do odd jobs around the farm, and on the second day after starting the job the farmer suggested that Brian might like to join him and his wife for a threesome. 

In the main this consisted of licking and sucking the woman's breasts and nipples and taking it in turns to lick her cunt. Something of a routine was established whereby on one night the farmer would put his sperm in his wife's vagina while Brian offloaded in her mouth. The next night this was reversed.

The routine did not become boring because sometimes the wife liked to be tied down and both men then pretended to rape her while she screamed in mock protest. This entailed each man putting his sperm into her as often as he could manage.

The woman cried when it came time for Brian to leave, and the farmer said glumly that he had been the best partner they had ever had, and if he came that way again be sure to drop in.

The tenderest sexual experience Brian had was with the daughter of a potato grower who was completely enamoured of Brian's good looks and manly physique. She told him she would love to have him make her pregnant because she was sure the baby would be beautiful and Brian sought to oblige. The girl was a virgin and this was the first time Brian experienced the splitting of a hymen. 

They both agreed that they would need to copulate as often as possible in order to ensure a pregnancy, but by the end of his stay the girl was still not sure whether or not she was pregnant, but since the potato grower no longer needed his services Brian had to go on his way. 

It was with this girl that Brian came closest to falling in love, but still the image of Tania haunted him, and so he left.

And so at the end of the year, and with these and other experiences behind him, Brian made his way home to Tania.

* * * * * * * *

Tania had her own experiences during the year that unlike Brian's were far from pleasant. About four months after Brian had left the long anticipated split with Ben took place. In the end it was not she who left him, but he who left her. Following this there had been legal wrangles over money and property that in the end went her way, since the court decided that she had made a bigger financial contribution than Ben. 

The fact that Ben had gone might have cleared the way for her and Brian to live together as lovers in relative peace, but there was one other element in the mix that Tania had not revealed to Brian over the phone, but she knew it was inevitable. It was this that caused her some trepidation about his return.

Brian had not said when he would be arriving and Tania wanted to look her best to greet him, but when he did arrive she was completely unprepared for him. She was not wearing a bra and her breasts felt naked and she was completely vulnerable.

She was working in the kitchen when he arrived -- he let himself in with the front door key he had retained -- and she did not know he was there until he cried out, "Mother."

She turned to see him coming to her and about to embrace her. She was resolved; she must get it over with before any intimacy took place between them. Afterward he would be able to make his decision knowing the truth. 

As he tried to take her in his arms she said, "No, not yet."

Brian stepped back, puzzled. "Father," he said, is he...?"

"I told you he's gone," Tania said, "there's something else you must know, come with me." She led him to what had once been a spare bedroom and opened the door, indicating he should enter. He entered and stood stock still. In a cot lay a small child and there could be no doubt why Tania was showing him the child. He went to the cot and looked down, and then turned to Tania and said, "Me?"

"Yes, you," Tania said, looking at him steadily. "You know that it couldn't be your father because he's had a vasectomy, and in any case he hasn't been near me for three years. Her name is Veta but we should leave her to sleep now because we have to talk. It was because I was pregnant that your father finally had an excuse to leave me."

They went to the living room and sat side by side on the divan. "When you left home," Tania began, "it was agreed that at the end of the year we would decide whether we wanted the sort of relationship we had started. We both knew that if we remained together sex between us was inevitable. Of course at the time I didn't know I was pregnant but I don't think I'd have told you even if I had known. You had to be free to arrive at your own decisions."

"That's why I'm here mother," Brian said softly. "I know what I want."

"I think you mean that you did know what you want, but Veta had changed things, don't you think?"

"No," Brian replied, "I would have wanted to make you pregnant but didn't think it was possible. Veta has only added to my wish to be with you, but what do you want mother?" 

In answer Tania kissed him, pushing his mouth open with her tongue and exploring and tasting him. 

She felt his hands unbuttoning her shirt and then they found her swollen breasts and start to gently squeeze. She felt a pang of pleasure -- she knew what was going to happen and was powerless to stop it. She felt her nipple spurt warm milk and she flushed with embarrassment. "Oh God, I'm sorry but I can't help it."

"It's all right" he said, as he caressed her breasts and they became slippery all over, "It's normal, beautiful, and very sexy."

He shifted his position and brought his face to her chest and started to kiss her breasts and stroked them at the same time, and gradually she relaxed and started to enjoy the sensation.

She felt another sharp pang of pleasure as she leaked again, but this time she didn't mind. She felt his tongue touch her tender nipple, and she thought, "If he sucks it I'll come."

It was as if he read her mind. He closed his lips around one long nipple, pulled it into his mouth and sucked while holding the other nipple between his fingers, squeezing, gently and rhythmically.

Helplessly she yielded to the sensation, as her breasts squirted milk, one into his hand the other into his mouth, the feeling was so exquisite that she quivered uncontrollably, arched her back and held his head to her breast and moaned, "Oh God, oh God, oh God," until it died away and she slumped on top of him.

"You came?" he asked

She smiled and said, "Yes, didn't you notice?"

"I almost came too," he said.

"Really?" She ran her hand down his body until it encountered his penis, standing upright. She grasped it. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had given her. Stroking it gently she bent over and kissed its head, and then she took it into her mouth and started to lick and suck.

She felt him start to jerk his penis against her mouth and heard his low groan as he shot his sperm into her mouth. 

As he finished she slumped, her head on his thighs. His penis was still stiff. She leaned over weakly and kissed it. 

She wanted him to give her oral sex and she opened her thighs invitingly. He knelt between them and his tongue began to move along the cleft of her vulva. She felt vulnerable and greatly loved. 

His tongue penetrated her vagina and after several long licks she held his head over her clitoris, making him concentrate on that, and she began to lift and lower her hips. As he licked and sucked she felt his fingers pushing into the moist interior of her vagina. The muscles of her body began to tense for the climax. She began to come, shaking like a tree in a gale as she ground her genitals frantically against his face.

He leaned over her, kissed her mouth and she could smell herself on his face. 

She lay prone as she felt his hand on her cleft, parting its lips, and then his penis was in her, and she was surprised that he had got hard again so quickly. "It's been so long oh God it feels so good," she whimpered.

He began to move in and out of her, slowly at first and then faster. His face was above hers gazing at her. Then he bent his neck and looked down their bodies to where they were joined. Suddenly he slowed his pace, thrusting deeper.

He looked into her eyes and said, "Kiss me while I come," and he lowered his vagina smelling lips to hers. She thrust her tongue into his mouth. His back arched and his head lifted, and he gave a cry like a wild animal, and she felt him spurt into her.

When it was over he lowered his head and giving a deep sigh of contentment, he kissed her mouth, then raised himself to his knees and kissed each of her breasts in turn. Finally he kissed her cunt, and she moved her hips to push against his lips. The thought of him licking her there while it was still dripping with his semen almost drove her mad, and she came immediately, crying his name until the spasm passed.

They lay in silence for a while and then softly he said, "Does that tell you whether or not I want to stay with you?"

Tania smiled and said, "Welcome home my darling."



A Texas Summer's Night



The air was slightly crisp and cool that night. Crickets are softly chirping behind the sound of the ducks swimming in the water. She is standing along the side of the pond, looking up at the bright shining stars. They were always beautiful, but tonight, they seemed to captivate her. Somehow they made everything else disappear.

Suddenly there was a slight breeze that seemed to be circling her body. This breeze almost had a sensual touch. She felt as though there were strong arms in this breeze, gently caressing her tall slender body, sending cool chills through across her skin with every small breeze.

In a matter of moments, she went from being enchanted by this sensual breeze, to feeling someone's presence behind her. She has had this feeling often before, and every time she has turned to look in the past, there was nothing there. She didn't want that disappointment tonight. She longed to finally feel strong hands against her skin, and she knew that if she turned to see, this feeling of passion would soon be gone. After pleading with herself not to turn and see if someone's is really there, she decides to enjoy the feeling for as long as her imagination will let her.

Extending her right arm out slightly, she balances her moonlit body on a tree and shuts her eyes. Her mind soaks up all of the passion and tension in the air. Leaning her head back slightly, eyes still closed, she lets the breeze run across her neck and through her hair. Her long blonde hair is blowing in the breeze, sparkling in the moonlight with each movement. The breeze across her neck sends chills down her arms, and throughout the rest of her body.

She suddenly stops breathing. This wonderful sensation on her soft neck has changed, suddenly warming. She knows this is the breath of a man on her neck, without a doubt. She felt heavy breaths pass across her right ear. The warm breaths moved up and down her neck slowly. Her body suddenly quivers, at the feeling of strong full lips brushing across her ear. Strong, yet gentle arms wrap around her waist. Two hands relax on her hips, pulling her abruptly against a warm muscle filled body. There is a sense of urgency to his touch that she can feel. No question as to what he is there for. She clenches her eyes shut, scared of who this person holding her so tight could be, yet amazed at the wonderful sensations pulsing through her body.

The strong hands slide up her sides, dragging the fingers to tease the senses, stopping at her shoulders, and sliding back down to her hands. The hands slowly take her hands into his, and raise her hands up above her head. He pushes her hands together once in the air, and lays the against the tree so that her back is facing the tree. Leaving her hands on the tree, he brushes his fingers down the inside of her arms, making her knees quiver with excitement. She is now anticipating what will happen, dreaming of what she wants to happen, and silently begging for everything to happen.

The strong hands slide under her tank top, running one hand over her belly button, and the other hand running over her bra. Both hands move down to her waist line, grabbing the shirt and raising up to her hands on the tree. She starts to move her hands to free the shirt, and the strong hands hold her still, wrapping the shirt around her hands binding them together. She is almost overcome with fear, passion and lust all at once.

The hands slide back down her arms, bringing countless numbers of shivers through her body. She is almost in a constantly shaking state, because of her hunger, and the heat that he has created within her body. She feels her bra undone, and hears it hit the ground. Those wonderful fingers began to run over her back, now mixed with soft kisses. Hot kisses run across the back of her neck, down sides, across the small of her back. There's wasn't an inch of her back that wasn't burning with passion from every touch.

The warm breath suddenly began to move, around the right side other waist, to her soft flat stomach. The strong hands rest once again on her waist. She feels the warm kisses staying at her waist level, and realizes that this man is on his knees. A finger is inserted into the top of her jeans, running its way across the top, back and forth, feeling the soft skin under the tight jeans. With urgency, she feels her jeans unbuttoned and pulled to the ground. Her breaths are now few and far between. She knows that he can hear her gasping for air, and that he can see her face burning with desire.

The hands caress up and down her right leg, then switching to the left leg. She feels his body standing back up, by the brush of his body against hers. She still stands motionless, and realizes that he doesn't have a shirt on, when he wraps his arms tightly around her, pressing their body's firmly together. His full lips finally press against hers, and she is taken by the deepest, most passionate kisses she has ever had in her life. She has to open her mouth during a kiss, to catch her very thin breath. Gasping for air, her whole body inhales in and out.

He runs a finger across her lips. She opens her mouth, caressing his finger with her mouth, trying to return something, even though she is bound and cant touch him. He allows this for a moment, but quickly tilts her head back, and kisses his way down to her chest. He quickly learns where to touch her, by the gasping moans that escape from her mouth. She finally speaks, begging him to make love to her. Pleading that she can not wait any longer. She can feel her body pounding against his, her heavy breathing, her body aching with hunger. He quickly interrupts her begging with a quick pull of her panties. She feels them fall down to her feet, and she becomes silent. She is waiting and panting, wanting to feel it all.

He begins to free her legs from the clothes laying around her feet on the ground. She feels him step back, looking at her naked body shining under the moon. Just about the time she feels embarrassed, he sweeps her up in his arms, without a bit of effort it seems. She puts her still bound hands over his head, and around his neck. She is amazed at how thick his shoulders are, which just explains why is carrying her about with no effort at all. Just thinking about his strength overwhelms her. She feels her uncovered body being laid on the ground. He places her bound hands above her head, and lays his suddenly naked body over hers. He holds himself up with one hand on the ground, under her neck, while the other hand sends her to a state of ecstasy. She looses control and deep moans of pleasure echo throughout the wooded area. She begs him to keep going and suddenly a cry of disappointment escapes her lips as he removes his hand from her. He places a finger over her mouth, to quiet her disappointment.

The hand runs down her body, over her belly button, across her already pleasured and throbbing body, and abruptly pushes her legs apart. She gasps with anticipation. Suddenly, she feels his warmth pressing against her. With a sudden push of power, he unleashes her screams of pleasure.

All of a sudden, she hears someone from her house in the distance, calling her name! She opens her eyes, and she's standing against the tree, fully clothed, but bursting with passion. If only there were some way, to shut her eyes and do it all again! 



A Text to My Hotwife



Disclaimer: This is my first time submitting a story to this, or any other, site although I've written a few others. This story is of the hotwife/cuckold genre. If that's not your thing you may want to move on to something else.

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This story actually began as a text to my gorgeous hotwife who was visiting her favorite lover, who I call bf, halfway across the country in NYC a couple of weekends ago. She was there with him for four days and they spent hours fucking and sucking, each and every one of those days. While I've never actually seen them fuck, the last time they were together they went to a sex store and got a dildo that she says is almost an exact replica of his cock. She said he got it for her so she could use it to remember what he felt like inside her when she missed him. It's a good 8+ inches long and about as thick as a pop can and he's got an east coast accent and attitude which she gets instantly wet for. It's really no wonder why she'll literally drop anything and everything to fuck him every single chance she gets. 

A little back ground for those interested. My wife and I are high school sweethearts and have been married for more than 10 years. We've always had a very hot and active sex life and other than a one night stand by each of us shortly out of high school, we had been faithful and only had sex with each other. That was until about 5 years ago when I was out of town working for an extended period of time.

We'd role played many times and one of both of our biggest fantasies was her fucking another guy, preferably one with a much larger cock than mine. She'd admitted to me a few years after we were both out of high school that she'd always had a crush on one of my best friends, John. After she disclosed that, he began to come up relatively frequently while we were having sex and was my go to during our dirty fantasy talk to really get her off. 

We called John 'Dirk Diggler' in high school because he had a 9" cock and he certainly wasn't shy about whipping it out at parties for girls. The few times when some of my friends would take turns on a girl, no one wanted to go after him. My wife hadn't actually seen 'it,' but she'd heard us joking and telling stories and I know she got herself off more than once back then thinking about fucking him. She was always a little shy and anxious when he was around and I'd seen both of them check the other out on more than one occasion.

One night while we were talking dirty on the phone while I was out of town, I told her to imagine fucking him as she masturbated with her favorite large vibrator on the other end. It wasn't long before she stopped talking, her breathing got heavy and then all I could hear was the buzzing of the vibrator as she came. When she finally breathed again as she came back to earth, she audibly laughed a little bit and I asked her what was so funny. She didn't want to tell me at first, but after some prodding and reassuring her that I wouldn't be upset, she told me that she'd cum so hard she'd squirted. She had never squirted with me and while I felt a twinge of jealousy, I was also insanely turned on by the fact that she had done that thinking about him. I told her how hot it was and that I wasn't upset at all. After a brief pause on the other end, she asked me if this was just a fantasy or whether I would really be okay if she fucked him. When I asked her why, she confessed that she'd seen him a couple of days before and that he'd invited her to come out sometime if she was lonely since I was gone. I asked her if she was lonely and wanted to go out to meet him and she admitted that she was but that she wasn't sure what might happen if they did meet up and wouldn't want to do anything to jeopardize our marriage. I asked her if she wanted something to happen but she didn't answer at first. As I reassured her that I was more than ok with it I could hear the buzzing and squishing sounds in the back ground and knew she was using her vibrator again which gave me all the answer I needed.

That Friday night I got a call, from my clearly already intoxicated wife, asking if I was Sure that I was ok if she met up with John, and I told her again that I was. 10 minutes later she texted me saying that she was on her way to the bar where he was at to meet him and an hour after that the text just read, 'Are you SURE???' We had a brief exchange after that with more reassurances from me that I loved her and always would and me telling her to have fun. After a rather sleepless night my phone rang early the next morning and when I answered the first thing I heard my wife say is, 'I did it, I fucked John last night and it was sooooo fucking good baby!' The description of that night that I got later is a story for another time...

That was the first of many times now that she's fucked someone else which leads us to last Saturday nights text. It was night three for her and she texted me to tell me they were just going to stay in for the night after going to a swingers club the night before. After my response she bid me good night and I knew I wouldn't be hearing from her again until the following day. With my mind racing over what they might get up to, I decided to send her a text telling her how I imagined the scene would play out if I was there with her. Below is a slightly edited version of what I sent:

I would love to be there watching what you're doing right about now. I'd love to watch you put on a show for me sucking his big dick, showing me how you worship, suck and please his thick 8" cock. How much you love taking his cock down your throat, and showing me how much of it you can take.

You'd stay down there for a good long time kissing along his heavy shaft, flicking your tongue along the underside of his bulbous head, sucking and stroking and taking it so far down that he hit the back of your throat gagging you, until he was ready to shoot his hot cum down your throat.

You'd want him to. You'd want to show me how much of a slut he makes you for him and how you'll swallow every last drop of his masculine cum. But he would have other ideas.

He'd want to put on a show for me as well. He'd want to show me what your pussy looked like stretching around his massive cock. Show me how your eyes would roll back into your head as he thrust himself inside your swollen but loosened pussy from what he'd already done to it the previous couple of nights.

He'd pull his raging hard-on out of your hungry mouth and pull you up off the floor, spin you away from him, and then roughly push you back down onto the bed on your hands and knees. He'd squeeze your perfect ass and give it a loud smack before he looked over at me and smiled as you moaned and pushed yourself back against him; searching, wanting, needing his cock to be inside you, filling you full like only he has. He'd rub his cock up and down your dripping snatch, teasing you mercilessly, until you begged him to fuck your married pussy.

Finally he'd enter you, slowly pushing his fat cock inch by thick inch into your eager pussy, sending chills down your spine as the sensation of the pain from the swelling and the pure ecstasy of feeling your boyfriends cock bury itself inside you, made you weak in the knees.

Once he'd buried his manhood all the way inside you, he'd pull out slowly, moving to one side to give me a better view of how your stretched out pussy still clung to his thick shaft as he withdrew it. He'd relish in the knowledge that sex with me wouldn't be the same for weeks after three nights in a row of him fucking and fisting your tight little cunt (the cunt you tried so hard to keep nice and tight for him for weeks leading up to your trip). 

Then he'd start fucking you, fucking you with the experience of someone who's turned many a woman into a wanton slut, someone who knows how to fuck a girl mind, body and soul. He'd fuck you with hard but measured thrusts that hit the spots in you that very few, including myself, ever have or will. It wouldn't be long until you felt the waves of your first orgasm of the night washing over your entire body causing your eyes to flutter and roll back into your head as you came hard for your lover.

He'd slowly fuck you thru your body shaking, sheet gripping orgasm before removing his glistening cock from your spasming pussy and pulling you back off the bed, he'd tell you to suck your cream off of his throbbing erection. Of course you'd eagerly and voraciously drop to your knees, and without hesitation go to work cleaning his magnificent cock, lost in complete abandon for this man who knew just what to do to turn you into a filthy whore that would do anything he wanted or asked.

At this point there would be nothing else in the world for you, just you, him and his glorious cock. You'd meticulously clean every inch of his rock hard monster and then begin to slowly work him in and out of your mouth, opening your eyes to make eye contact with your lover as you sucked and stroked his dick lustfully. You'd want to show him how much you enjoyed and appreciated having his cock in your mouth. How much you wanted to please it, and him, and you'd plead with him thru your gaze to fill your mouth with his manly seed.

After a few minutes of your slow and loving oral administrations, you'd pick up the pace until he he couldn't take anymore and his balls began to tighten as he prepared to give you what you so wanted. You'd deftly continue to stroke him, locking your lips around his manhood as he filled your mouth with spurt after spurt of his masculine cum, draining him dry and making sure you didn't lose even a single drop.

He'd say something completely dirty to you like, "tell me how much u like my cum, slut," to which you'd respond by eagerly showing him that you'd swallowed it all and telling him that you loved swallowing every drop of His cum. Smiling once again, this time even more cockily, he'd tell you to turn around and show your husband what a dirty little slut wife you were and that you'd swallowed all of his cum.

It would be just then that it would come back to you that I was even there. While you would flush briefly in a mix of embarrassment and guilt, and think about resisting, you would ultimately do as he wanted. Turning towards me with your eyes lowered you'd open your mouth and raise your tongue to show me you'd swallowed it all.

After raising your eyes to meet mine and seeing the relieving look of lust on my face, you'd flash me one of the most devious smiles I've ever seen, then turn back to bf telling him you were thirsty and ask him to go with you to get a drink. Standing and moving towards the door, you'd look back over your shoulder and smile teasingly then blow me a kiss as you walked out of the bedroom holding his hand and giggling with him about what had just transpired, pulling the door nearly shut behind you knowing that it would drive me crazy.

Moving to the kitchen you'd ask him to make you a drink and begin fondling him and kissing his back, neck and shoulders as he mixed the vodka and red bull for your long night ahead. Once he'd mixed both of your drinks he'd grab his vape pen and you'd each take a couple draws off of it, giggling like high schoolers from the immediate effects of the oil and the alcohol already in your systems. After you'd giggled and fondled and teased each other back to high arousal, you'd suggest heading back to the bedroom and, bringing the vape pen with you, you'd make your way back to where I anxiously waited slowly playing with myself so as not to cum while replaying the erotic scenes that I'd just witnessed over and over in my head.

Returning to the room you'd hand me the pen, give me my first kiss of the night, a small peck on the cheek, and a wink, then turn your attention back to your lover.

You'd begin again by kissing him deeply and passionately, buzzing from the euphoria of the oil and cocktails as well as the glow that still remained from the amazing orgasm he'd already given you. You'd grab his rapidly growing erection with one hand and begin to stroke it, continuing to kiss and be in the moment with him while wrapping your other arm around his broad shoulders. He'd reciprocate by grabbing a handful of the hair on the back of your head in one hand and roughly squeezing your tits with the other.

After a few minutes of this you'd break the kiss and, backing towards the bed, look lustfully into his eyes and tell him you wanted him to fuck you in the ass in front your husband. He'd smile smugly back at you enjoying how he'd made you His slut for the night, your words feeding his competitiveness and desire to mark His territory. He'd tell you that he'd do it soon, but first he wanted to stretch your pussy some more as it was still too tight for him. He'd guide you back onto the bed and you'd obediently spread your legs wide open to give him access to your yearning fuck hole. 

Your pussy would be gushing again at this point as he began fingering you with no need for lube. Starting with three fingers, which would slide easily into your slippery gaping hole, he'd work his way up until he was pushing his entire hand and halfway up his forearm into your cunt. He'd start fucking you with his hand, stretching you as much as he could, and soon you'd be writhing on the bed, begging him to stretch your tight married pussy, as you began squirting copious amounts of pussy fluid with each thrust, making a squishing sound that echoed off the walls. Within minutes you'd be cumming again, nearly blacking out from the intensity of being completely filled and another body wracking orgasm.

Without even waiting for you to come down from your blissful high, he'd grab a bottle of lube and begin generously spreading it inside your butt cheeks and massaging it inside your asshole. As your eyes popped open wide he'd roughly push first one, then two fingers inside you, causing a flash of searing pain as your taboo hole was penetrated. He'd work you methodically until you began to relax and arched your back to accommodate him, pushing back onto his digits to feel him deeper inside you. He'd grab your hips and roughly flip you over before grabbing more lube to rub onto his cock, then pull you to your knees as he positioned the tip of his pulsing dick at the entrance to your rear access. He'd then slowly push the head of his thick member into your loosened asshole, entering the only hole that he hadn't already violated that night.

I imagine that he'd at least go slowly as his huge dick entered your ass, allowing you to accommodate his size before he'd really go to work tearing your ass up. After the initial pain subsided you'd begin egging him on, begging him to fuck your ass harder, to make you his filthy whore, to fuck your slut ass in front of your husband. Soon he'd be pounding you, his balls slapping against your gushing pussy while you feverishly rubbed your clit. This would go on for a while as his superior stamina allowed him to keep a steady pace until you began to cum once again, throwing your head back and crying out in ecstasy as your squirting pussy soaked everything in the vicinity. As your body wracked with another powerful orgasm, your asshole would clench around his throbbing cock causing him to unload a torrent of his hot cum into your ass.

You'd both collapse onto the bed in a sweaty pile of flesh and his deflating cock would make a popping sound as it slid from your gaping ass which overflowed with his second load of the evening. You'd both lay there catching your breath with glazed over looks on your faces as I looked on in awe of the fucking you'd just received. After a few minutes he'd move closer and begin kissing your neck and whispering into your ear, giving you goosebumps and causing you to giggle once again. You'd roll over onto your side and the passionate kissing would begin anew, this time not as feverish but more sensual. The connection between you would be palpable and I'd be mesmerized, and a bit jealous, at the chemistry that was on display.

Finally you'd look over at me smiling and ask if I was having fun and enjoying the show and I'd respond by smiling back and showing you my rock hard cock. After sharing a look between the two of you, you'd ask bf if he could leave us alone for a minute and after taking another quick glance in the direction of my erection, and smiling smugly once again, he'd look me in the eye and ask if I'd like to have a turn fucking my wife's used pussy. You'd giggle again at his comment and playfully elbow him, then tell me to come over to you as he headed to another room to give us a few minutes to ourselves.

I'd come over and crawl on top of your sweaty, flushed body and begin kissing you passionately. Wanting to devour you in the same bed you'd just been fucked in, I'd attack your lips with mine as thoughts of seeing my beautiful wife getting fucked raced thru my mind. After just a minute of our heated oral exchange you'd break away and smile sweetly up at me with a playful glint in your eye. You'd thank me for letting you fuck him and then ask me if I wanted to try and fuck you to see if you could feel me. Grinning at you I'd move between your sticky legs and position my cock at the entrance to your well fucked and gaping pussy. My cock would easily slide into your wet, stretched hole as I'd bury myself in one smooth stroke, pausing briefly to feel your warmth engulf my throbbing erection, and then slowly begin fucking you, feeling for the first time just how loose he'd left you.

Soon I'd quicken my pace as I looked for some welcome relief from the pressure that had built from my constant arousal over the last hour plus. Coaxing me on you'd tell me to fuck your used pussy, to fuck the pussy your boyfriend had fucked and stretched for the last three days. It wouldn't be long before I'd be ready to explode and fill you with my own seed, but seeing the tell tale signs of my orgasm approaching, you'd slow me down and tell me not to cum inside you. Speaking in that sweet little voice you have, you'd tell me that you only wanted his cum inside you on this trip. Unable to hold out any longer I'd pull out and spray spurt after spurt of my pent up cum over your torso until I'd drained every last drop onto your glistening body and then dismount and lay down next to you.

After laying there on bf's bed next to each other for a few minutes you'd ask me to grab my boxers and clean you up. Once I'd finished we'd get up to head back out to where bf was waiting, but before we left the room you'd smile and tell me I should put my boxers back on, 'for my sake.' You'd kiss me sweetly and then walk out the door briskly to find what you were really there for and to get back to fucking the man you can't get enough of.

Well that's it for tonight, hope the real thing was even better than I imagine!