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All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 01

By: Exogenous



This first chapter sets up the characters. A little provocative teasing is good for one’s imagination. Future chapters will sport more play. I promise! Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

Donald Parsons, CEO of his own consulting firm, was a big man. At 6’5” and 250 pounds his size alone made him intimidating. He was nearing his 50th birthday but seemed at least ten years younger with his tan, smooth-skinned face, healthy physique, and high energy level. The only thing betraying his years was a slight “after 40” paunch to his belly. He was average looking, but he had piercing, blue-gray eyes distinguished by dark lashes and eyebrows. Those eyes would light up and soften with his million-dollar smile when he was pleased; or they could darken and bore icy fear right into one’s heart when he was pissed off. Anywhere he went he commanded attention; especially at business functions as he just dripped power, and kept everyone on their toes with his keen intelligence and acumen. He was used to, and expected, his colleagues and staff to automatically defer to his decisions and judgment. Although if convincing enough, associates had been known to persuade him to go along with a different thought or idea, but this was on rare occasion.

This morning he was impatiently waiting for a return call from Herman Miller, the firm’s attorney, regarding licensure of a company he was assisting a European client to purchase. Several kinks had been ironed out over the past few months of negotiations, and it had not been easy. Now, with the closure of the deal at hand, someone had chimed in that there might be a problem with certain licenses that allowed the company to operate. At this late date, this close to the wire, this snag was a potential killer of the deal. It was speculated that the licenses may have lapsed a few years ago, and God knows what else that would affect, what fines this would cost. Miller’s ass was on the line, as it was his department that was expected to have investigated all these details before Parsons’ company committed to consulting and assisting in any deals.

He felt extremely distracted as he tried to read and answer the numerous emails that were waiting his attention when he’d arrived at the office. Some he saved for later contemplation, others that didn’t get to the point within the first three sentences he simply deleted. He had no time or energy to waste on those who could not quickly present whatever issue needed resolving. But for some reason it was not the deal or the emails that were distracting him, he just couldn’t put his finger on it.

Now and then he glanced out of his office toward his Executive Assistant’s desk. The walls of his corner office were glass from floor to ceiling. Vertical blinds afforded as much or as little privacy as was needed. At times, he liked to leave them fairly open so he could look out and see everyone hard at work. Half a dozen people sat in the middle of the room, each person had his or her own cubicle but the partitions were just less than four feet high, and they knew they were sometimes observed by the CEO. Hence they remained diligent in their research or fact-finding projects, and various other assignments given them by Parsons’ junior executives and lawyer.

At the moment his very much pregnant EA, Karen, was training a temp regarding the ins and outs of how Mr. Parsons liked things done for him. This included designing presentations in Power Point, correlating the data from his research group into spreadsheets and graphs, scheduling meetings and conference calls, arranging travel and what hotels he preferred, even how to correctly making a pot of coffee and how he liked his clothes laundered at the cleaners. Mr. Parsons was divorced and Karen saw to it his household was taken care of, as well as his business needs. But it was a very demanding job and while she could certainly handle everything, she was having doubts that she wanted to continue while trying to raise her baby. Her husband also worked full time and they both put in long hours. Karen didn’t want to be worn out everyday, too tired to enjoy her baby. In the back of her mind she was considering leaving her position, so she’d interviewed several women from the temp agency to find the one she was most confident could take over on a permanent basis.

Saundra Williams was a woman of short stature and many fine curves. At 5’3” she weighed a little more than she liked, but it didn’t seem to discourage any looks of appreciation from men, and sometimes women. Her dark brunette hair was short and wavy, so she only needed to wash it and partially blow-dry it with little time wasted and it always looked great, and somewhat sassy. She dressed conservatively, but her clothes were crisp and showed off her figure very nicely. Her full bosom showed just enough cleavage to entice desires of feeling the shape and weight of those large globes in one’s hands. Her round hips and slightly plump ass delicately sashayed when she walked, betraying much femininity in her business-like stride. Strength and confidence came across not only in her walk but the way she carried herself, even while standing still, and the way she sat at the desk and performed the tasks given to her by Karen.

For Karen, Saundra’s appealing looks were an aside. It had been her impressive background in her career and no-nonsense professionalism that gained Karen’s attention during the interview. Saundra was quiet but commanding, self-assured in an unassuming way. Besides, Saundra was single, had no children, and could afford to sacrifice the long hours this job would require. When Karen asked her why she had not stayed at her previous, lucrative positions she was captured by Saundra’s smile as she answered “I just haven’t found the right niche yet, the job that I can call ‘home’”. That cemented Karen’s feelings that Mr. Parsons would be in the best hands with Saundra, allowing her to accept her decision to quit her job and devote more time to her baby and husband. In the two weeks that followed Saundra’s acceptance of the job offer, Karen was amazed at how quickly Saundra absorbed and completed everything to the letter, even dealing with Mr. Parsons’ household concerns.

Mr. Parsons watch the two women as they worked together. His eyes were drawn to Saundra’s legs as she sat by the desk as they poured over all the details of his busy life. Besides being treated to a view of her well-shaped calves, her skirt had ridden up to expose a glimpse her soft thighs. He kept glancing at her pretty face, so serious in concentration. She had finally removed the jacket of the dove-gray suit she’d worn to reveal a fitted, but sensible, cranberry colored blouse which accentuated her full breasts. The color flattered her pale complexion, her softly rouged cheeks, and her dusk pink lips. His mind flashed on his last date several nights ago with some sweet but unintelligent blonde he’d met at a client’s cocktail party. She had been a great fuck, but not very challenging in the brains department. While he screwed himself dry, she had turned out to be rather boring. He’d felt hollow the whole time, feeling she was most likely shopping for a rich hubby to merely keep her in some fancy lifestyle. Mr. Parsons mused that his distraction might be quelled by a little attention from the sexy woman now sitting beside Karen. Something about this female engaged him. She was so composed but exuded sensuality. It almost seemed as if she was unaware of the aura she gave off. But surely she had to be conscious of the image she was projecting. He was amused by her reserve, and wondered what she’d be like if she unleashed her passion.

On her first day alone on the job, Saundra came into Mr. Parsons’ office just as he was ending a phone conversation. She’d paused at the door, listening to his angry, bordering on rude tone of voice, and calmly approached his desk with the report he’d requested. She patiently stood in front of him and gazed out the window at the incredible view of the city. Her thoughts were only that it was too bad his desk did not face the view, then maybe he’d feel calmer looking at the beautiful site.

“…you’d better get it done, or else I’ll never send any work your way again. Yes, you bet your ass you’ll get over there and make this right…damn well better not blow it,” he growled into the head set then punched the disconnect button. He was momentarily annoyed at the stranger just coming into his office, then suddenly remembered she was Karen’s replacement and looked her in the eye to observe her reaction to what she’d just heard. She handed him the folder containing her finished work and stood with her hands clasped in front of her. He noticed she wasn’t the least bit ruffled, so cool and waiting for his next request of her. As he flipped through the report he was impressed that it was as good, if not better, than her predecessor’s work. He remained expressionless as he glanced at her again, noting her classic but sexy appearance. Then he signed off on the report and handed it back to her. But as she took it from him their fingers touched and he felt a strange sensation zip through him. She smiled and turned to leave his office.

“Oh, Miss…uh,” he was confused that all of a sudden he could not think of her name.

“Williams. But I don’t mind if you call me Saundra.” Her voice was as smooth as good bourbon, warming its way down one’s throat. She stopped at the door and turned to face him, “Will there be anything else, for now?”

“Oh, no, that’s fine. Good job on the report,” he offered her. He looked her up and down, admiring her full figure in a cream colored dress, not too tightly hugging her breasts and hips, just enough to hint at her voluptuous curves. “Send that to Miller, will you?”

“Yes, of course. Thank you.” She smiled politely and closed the door behind her as she left his office. When she sat down at her desk her smile did not diminish as she thought of how even the most powerful men could be reduced to stammering mush by a nice body and honeyed voice.

He sat back in his leather chair and took a deep breath. The spark he’d felt when his fingers glanced hers had surprised him in that it caught him off guard. Certainly he found her attractive, but that was not what pushed his composure. Yet, he couldn’t quite ascertain how she’d affected him. He suddenly felt a little irritated that she’d somehow made a chink in his manly armor. He resolved not to let her distract him in such a way as to cause him to fumble in thought and behavior.

Saundra was mildly flattered by Mr. Parsons’ demeanor. Over the next few days he tried to act more casual around her as if she was just another entity to deal with. But she could tell by the look in his eyes that he was focused on her. So she played on that, subtly teasing him. She took to sitting across his desk from him, rather than respectfully standing, so when they went over documents or reports she had to lean forward showing off her ample bosom. When he looked at her face she might daintily lick her lips or finger the collar of her blouse or lapel of her jacket. Whenever she rose from her chair she would unobtrusively smooth her skirt or dress over her hips and thighs. She found it charming that she had his rapt attention. What she found really fascinating was that she could command his fixation upon her. Even while he was on the telephone, she noticed his eyes on her, whether she was in his office or at her own desk. He seemed to leave the blinds open more often in the days since she’d taken the position of his Executive Assistant.

By the end of the week he could not stop thinking of Saundra. She conducted herself in her usual professional manner. But whenever she walked into his office he couldn’t help staring at her legs or her breasts. She wore her usual business attire, however it always seemed provocative. Her hemlines showed of just enough of her sexy legs and her neckline revealed just enough of her cleavage to entice his imagination. And whenever he was physically close to her he would get just a hint of the fragrance which she wore, never overpowering. She was personable but seemed to hold something back. He wondered what her laugh sounded like and wished he knew a joke to tell her. But then, that would be so out of his character she might have only stared at him in confusion, thinking him a buffoon. Over the weekend he ended up staying at home, not in the mood for much activity or companionship. He tried to work but his thought often drifted to wondering what she was doing, who she was seeing, how she was feeling.

Come Monday he was up and into the office early. He’d taken special care to dress, contemplating what she might like in his wardrobe. He was beginning to think himself a little crazy, forming some obsession of her. But while he sat in his office, and the clock struck 8:00, he was happily anticipating seeing her emerge from the elevator and gracefully stride to her desk. By 8:15 she had still not shown up, which was uncharacteristic of her, and he began to worry. When next he looked at the clock it was 8:30 and he started to feel a little angry as his European client and selling participants would be arriving at 9:00 and there was no one to set up the conference room with pens and paper pads, or make coffee or arrange the fruit and croissants that had been delivered to the office. Just when he was about to call one of the research assistants to take care of things, Saundra arrived, put her purse and coat away, and calmly proceeded to brew the coffee and prepare the conference room for the meeting. It was 8:40 and Mr. Parsons had to restrain himself from blowing up at her.

Despite his unease of the early morning the meeting went quite well. Miller had managed to save his ass and come up with a painless and costless resolution regarding the licenses and the deal was sealed. After an assistant notarized the contracts Mr. Parsons called Saundra on the intercom to come in and make copies of all the signed documents for the attendees. She was looking particularly lovely, and sexy, in a pastel pink dress, bringing out a sensuous glow in her complexion. The other men in the room couldn’t help noticing her as she came in and out, quietly handling her task. She was nonplussed by these important gentlemen stealing admiring glances at her. When she returned with the needed copies she went around the entire table, personally handing them out and respectfully smiling at each man. Mr. Parsons felt a twinge of jealousy of her contact with each one at the table, the way they eyed her. He wondered if it was his imagination that she seemed to even enjoy the inconspicuous attention given her.

When everyone had finally departed he quickly went to his office and sat on the couch. He felt strangely tired and he was in a sour mood. Saundra suddenly appeared to tell him he had a call holding. He could only stare at her, taking in her beauty. All of a sudden he had a tremendous urge to throw her across his desk and fuck her silly! He looked away from her to calm down. He was chagrined that he felt so irrational.

“Take a message and then come back in here. I want to talk to you.” He could not bring himself to look at her. She was back in a few moments and he motioned to the chair in front of his desk for her to sit down. She sat and crossed one leg over the other, her toe pointed down. He looked at her foot, noticing her high-heeled sandal and pink polished toes, then his eyes trailed up her leg to her knee. He cleared his throat and sat up straight.

“What happened this morning? Why were you late? You knew you had to be here to help prepare for this important meeting.”

“Mr. Parsons, I told you on Friday evening I had a dental appointment early Monday morning. I told you that I’d be on time to take care of everything,” she answered softly. Her face softened as she looked at him. “Were the reports not on your desk? Were the refreshments not here and ready? Wasn’t everything in order by the time your clients arrived?”

“Yes, everything was fine. I just forgot about your appointment and you know how important this meeting was,” he spat out, justifying his anxiety. He watched Saundra as she got up and went to close the blinds around his office. Then she came to stand in front of him, her small height rising above him. He moved forward to sit on the edge of the couch, feeling less intimidated that way.

“Then what seems to be the problem? Why are you so agitated? Are you unhappy with my performance?” She threw that out almost as if in challenge. Her voice was calm, but firm. He almost had the feeling Saundra was admonishing him. He looked up at her face peering down on him over her large breasts. It was a little more than he could take and he got up and went to his chair behind the desk. He could feel his cock stirring and it wouldn’t be prudent if she saw what effect she was having on him.

“No, no…you’re performance has met my expectations,” he granted her. Saundra went over to the desk and placed her hands, palms down on the surface, lowering her upper body so he could view the tops of her round breasts.

“Then what seems to be the matter? How can I better serve you?” She looked up at him and for the first time he noticed the color of her eyes, but couldn’t make up his mind if they were hazel or green. She kept a straight face as she enjoyed his discomfort. “Will there be anything else? I have a spreadsheet to finish.” She licked her pink lips and smiled at him. He remained silent so she stood up and straightened her dress, then turned to leave. She swayed her hips a bit as she walked to the door.

“It’s just that I want…” Mr. Parsons paused as he watched her retreat.

“Yes?” She turned to look at him with her most business-like expression.

“I wondered if you would have dinner with me. Tonight. I have some things to discuss with you.” He sat dumbfounded at how ridiculous he sounded.

“I’ll bet you do. I happen to be free tonight. Will we go straight from work?” She felt like the cat about to pounce on her prey. “I’d prefer to go home first, to change and freshen up.”

“Sure, that’s fine. Give me your address and I’ll pick you up at 8:00.” He swallowed at the intent gaze she cast upon him. His mind was racing, confused at how she could level him like some building crashing down. This was not like him at all, letting some woman get under his skin. The whole situation seemed out of control, yet for some reason he was excited by it.

“Fine. Oh, by the way, you have a conference call in ten minutes. Do you need anything, coffee, water, or?” Saundra stood tall on her high-heels, thrusting her chest out, one hand on the doorknob, the other softly rubbing over her hip. She could barely stifle a giggle as she watched him regain his focus and shift into executive mode. He shook his head no and she left him to his conference call, and to wonder what had just hit him.

All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 02



As he drove to Saundra's apartment complex Donald Parsons wondered what in the hell had gotten into him. This gal had just breezed into his life and all of a sudden she was all he could think about. He chided himself in that he knew nothing about her personal life. Although he did know she practiced good dental hygiene after hearing about her going to an appointment that morning! He chuckled to himself, yeah, that was a lot to go on, she had nice teeth. He pictured her in his mind, standing across from him on the other side of his desk as she used to do the first couple of days in his employ.

He had liked that, her standing at attention, hands respectfully clasped in front of her, resting against her body, just above the split of her legs. That led his mind to other things such as, what did she wear underneath her business suits and dresses. What did she draw up those soft, lovely legs...panties, thong, or nothing at all? He wondered what her bras looked like; they couldn't be too dainty, as they had to be able to support her big, luscious tits. He tried to picture her naked, her breasts heavy but nicely shaped, probably adorned with sizable areolas, light pink judging by her natural lip color. And her nipples, he thought they must be like sweet, ripe berries, dark pink when they were engorged with blood. 

His mind's eye traveled down her body, twirling her around to view how her dress graceful flowed over her curvaceous hips and ass. She was no skinny runway model, but that padding made her soft and cushy, giving a lover some meat to hang onto if he were to take her from behind. The very image made his cock twinge and begin to harden. He continued to scan down her body thinking of the little glimpses he was treated to when her skirt rode up her leg as she sat at her desk. He desired to taste the fine, pale skin between her inner thighs, licking his way up toward the steamy point of no return. But first he wanted more of her legs. To caress her, behind her knees with his fingertips, to run his tongue over the contour of her calves. He imagined kissing the insides of her ankles and flicking her arches with the tip of his tongue, to end up sucking on each pretty, pink toe. His dick was straining in his pants now and he had to pull over in a store parking lot to walk off his erection. He could picture the scene now; she answers the door and glances down at the giant bulge in his pants, him trying to remain nonchalant. Oh, what, doesn't every man pick up his date sporting a glorious hard-on?

The cool air helped to calm him and he resumed his drive to whatever awaited him. He parked in front of her apartment complex and breathed slowly and deeply, making himself relax. Picking up the lavender roses from the passenger seat he thought of her sitting next to him, her soft round ass soon to be gracing the leather of that seat, smelling her delicate fragrance. He had to time his steps going up the stairs to her apartment, trying to suppress the eagerness he felt. He rang her doorbell, trying to compose himself to be the cool, controlled man he thought himself to be. When she opened the door he held out the bouquet and grinned, feeling like a foolish high school suitor. Her eyes lit up and she smiled at him stepping back for him to enter her home.

Her apartment was sparsely furnished but very tasteful. He was impressed. He followed her to the kitchen and watched her as she arranged the bouquet in a crystal vase. He liked her dress, a short sleeved black affair, showing off her curves but tastefully leaving just enough to the imagination. There was the slight hint of the creamy white fullness of breasts, and the roundness of her ass, all very sensuous.

"Thank you for the flowers, Mr. Parsons. They're beautiful." She smiled as she whisked them to the living room and placed them on the coffee table. "Lavender...means enchantment. How sweet! Were you aware that the colors of roses have different meanings?"

"Well, I guess I hadn't really paid attention to the meanings of colors. I just thought the lavender ones where unique." He smiled innocently as she turned to face him. He had been admiring the view of her behind, wondering what was underneath the silky material of her dress.

"I'm ready," she whispered.

"What?" he asked, a little too loudly.

"To go, I'm ready to go to dinner." She giggled as she picked up her purse and opened the door.

"Yes, of course," he said as he held the door open for her. Reaching between him and the door she engaged the lock on the doorknob and he could smell her soft, feminine scent. He pulled the door closed behind him and proceeded down the stairs behind her. As he helped her into the car he glanced at her sexy legs all the way down to her precious feet.

During dinner Saundra asked him leading questions, and he was happy to oblige her with details about his college days, his climb up the business ladder, and his goals for the future. He was flattered by her rapt attention. Yet, something nagged in the back of his mind; he was doing all the talking and not learning anything about her. While it seemed he controlled the conversation, he was usually the one to get others to open up and reveal things about themselves which he would later use to his advantage.

"I want you to know that I'm very impressed with how smoothly you've taken over for Karen. It's as if there was no transition at all, you could almost be one and the same as her. Has she had her baby yet? I should send her some flowers or something." He was distracted by the waitress serving their dessert and pouring coffee.

"Yes, she worked up to her due date. She had a girl, a few days ago. You sent her a dozen pink roses and a few other nice items that I'm sure she greatly appreciated." Saundra smiled thinking about the fun she had shopping for the baby gifts she'd had delivered to Karen, in Mr. Parsons' name.

"Oh? What things did I send her?"

"Well, a car seat, baby clothes, bathing necessities and such. She sent you a lovely thank you note. I guess you haven't had time to go through your mail. She called me, by the way. She's excited about staying home with the baby, not coming back to work when her maternity leave is up."

"I didn't know she was so close to her due date when she left. Well, good, then. Thank you for taking care of things."

"I enjoyed shopping for Karen's baby. I have a few nieces and nephews. I'm well acquainted with what new mothers need for babies." Saundra smiled softly as she took a sip of her water and looked up at him.

"Why aren't you married and taking care of a family? As efficient as you are it seems you'd make a good mother."

"Surely it takes more than just being 'efficient' to be a good mother. It takes a lot of love, dedication, and sacrifice to raise a child. I want children one day. I'm just not ready, yet." She laughed. "I'm only 30, I have a few years before my biological clock is all ticked out." She watched as he ate his dessert, nodding his head as if he understood. "Why didn't you and your ex have children?" she boldly asked.

"Fertility problems," he answered tersely, then noticing her look of concern he continued, "She had two miscarriages and the doctors determined she would never be able to carry a pregnancy to term. She grew bitter after that prognosis and we drifted apart. Shame, she was a lovely, warm woman. But she couldn't get past it. I tried to be supportive, but she pushed me away, physically as well as emotionally. I suggested that we adopt but she was obsessed with having a biological child. However, that is all in the distant past, almost 10 years ago. One has to move on and live one's life, no matter what happens, can't dwell on what's not meant to be."

"That's a brave thing to do, though, to overcome such disappointment and heartache. How hard it must have been for her to go through that, and for you, as well." Saundra gently rested her hand on his, comforting him. "I'm sure you hurt just as much as she did, it must have been difficult."

Donald sipped his coffee and looked at Saundra. He was surprised that someone sympathized with him. He knew he was viewed as a high-powered businessman with no time for emotion. Yet, he had been very sad for his former wife, even as she grew distant from him. He had been disappointed in not being able to share raising a family with her. But he had loved her and was even more hurt when she turned away from him. He had been ready to accept that there would be no children; he wanted to live out his life with her. However, when he needed comfort in his own sadness, wanting to grieve with her, she could not share that with him and the marriage unraveled. And here was this young woman, showing more understanding than he'd ever witnessed from even his closest so-called friends. It was a strange relief that someone could empathize with the pain he'd gone through.

Donald leaned towards her and pulled his hand free from hers to lift her chin. He gently placed his lips to hers and gave her a polite, warm kiss. She softly pressed against him and he could feel her bosom against his arm. He felt a stirring in his groin. Between the emotional, visual, and physical stimulation he wanted more than anything to make love to her. Here was a woman with keen intelligence and a warm heart, that he had not found in any other woman since his ex, but which he so badly desired. Since his divorce he lived on the outer fringes and seemed to only attract women who were looking for an easy ride in life. He wanted a woman who could understand his frantic business schedule, who was strong yet felt compassion, desire, and most of all, love. His mind wandered for a moment, to frivolous thoughts that Saundra might sincerely possess these characteristics. He kissed her again and she responded in kind, caressing his lips with hers, then parting her lips to let his tongue in her mouth. He entered her slowly, tasting her, feeling her soft tongue, the roof of her mouth, and her teeth. He moaned as his cock thickened and he released her mouth.

"Do you execute everything you do with such finesse?" he laughed softly then took a sip of his coffee to distract his mind from his swelling head between his legs.

"I'm not a machine, nor am I on the job at the moment, Mr. Parsons. Do you always use such professional vocabulary while getting cozy with your dates?" she laughed with him and pulled away, glancing down at his lap. She noticed the bulge and looked back up into his blue-grey eyes; they were beautiful as he stared deeply into her eyes. If she wasn't careful she could just melt from his expression of ardor and desire.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I need to learn to relax and turn off the businessman part of my brain. I think that when not in the office you can dispense with formalities and call me Donald or Don. Although hearing you say 'Mr. Parsons' while I kiss you does lend a different kind of feeling of power and control in our intimate experience."

"Hmmm...I suppose so," Saundra mused and slipped her shoe off her foot under the table. She floated her toes up and down his shin, under his pant leg. She felt his body stiffen and gently rested her palm on his thigh. He continued to stare into her eyes but his face softened as he began to relax. The heat of her hand penetrated his pants and into his skin. The waitress came back to refill their coffee and asked if there would be anything else. Donald was absorbed in Saundra's eyes and the feel of her hand so Saundra politely asked that the waitress just bring them the check. Her fingers slid up his thigh to his cock and delicately traced the outline of his crotch. 

His dick strained against the fabric of his pants as her hand lightly brushed up and down its length. He looked around the dinning area watching the other patrons go on about their meals. He wondered if any other men were being teased under the table.

"Take it out," she whispered.

"What?" He looked at her in surprise, as if she'd just delivered a raunchy punch line from those sweet lips. She dug her nails into his shaft and pulled as if to bring him right through the cloth of his trousers. She returned his look, in all seriousness, not a hint of a smile.

"You heard me. Take that cock out of your pants. You know you want to show it to me." Saundra leaned closer and licked his earlobe as she unfastened his belt and deftly opened his pants. Then she reached for his hand and brought it down to his crotch. "Do it."

"Jesus, here?" He looked incredulously at her and saw a slight smile at the corners of her slightly open mouth, the tip of her tongue darted along her lips, daring him to accept her challenge. He felt offended by her lewd boldness yet excited all at the same time. She slipped his hand past the waistband of his briefs and both of their fingers brushed the taut skin of his dick. He unconsciously shifted his hips forward and she helped him slide his sensitive shaft free of the fabric of his underwear. When his hand was wrapped around his rod she pulled her hand free from him. She gently jabbed in his ear with her wet tongue and pressed her lips against him. There was a soft sucking sound as she pulled back from him.

"Stroke it. Go on," she encouraged him. He couldn't believe what was occurring, right there, in the middle of a crowded restaurant. "Crank it up, you know it feels so good to be free. Show me your power to do anything you want, anytime you want." Her voice was seductive, soothing. She placed her hand over his and guided it up and down his length. His free hand tightened into a fist on the table. When he looked into her eyes he was surprised to find himself suddenly eager to do this for her and he began to masturbate under the cover of the tablecloth. His breathing quickened as his heart pounded. She released her hand from his and just watched, holding the tablecloth away from his prick so she had a good view.

He glanced around the room and saw that everyone was oblivious to the nasty goings on under their table. Yet he was sure his discomfiture was pointedly obvious as his face flushed from embarrassment. He wondered what the reactions would be if the customers around him knew the lascivious act he was performing in public. He almost laughed at the image of women staring in shock and men grabbing their own members to join him in a mass jerk-off fest! However, not wanting to get caught and arrested, he pressed his upper arm hard against his side to diminish the display of his suspicious movements. His hand raced up and down his shaft, lubricated by the precum drooling from the slit of his cockhead. He could hear the drone of chatter, the clink of utensils on plates, the scrape of a chair as a patron rose from a table, muffled sounds from the kitchen. It was surreal and yet concentrated at his table. His balls tightened and he could feel her breasts pressed against his free arm, feel her heat permeating his skin. The cum rushed up from deep inside, almost surprising him as it gushed forth, spilling over his hand.

He sighed and bowed his head, trying to hold his body still. But his legs trembled uncontrollably. She softly kissed his cheek as the last of his cum spurted from him, dribbling down the back of his hand. She dipped one finger into his milky effusion and sucked her finger into her mouth. She smiled at him and pulled away to get up from the table. His breathing was still rapid as he looked up at her, his hand still gripping his softening member. He felt thrilled to have just come there at the table, in a public place. He wanted to fuck her, now.

"I'm going to the ladies room. Pay the bill so we can leave when I get back." The waitress returned with his receipt and as he pulled the edge of the tablecloth over his lap she grinned mischievously at him causing him to wonder if she'd witnessed what had just happened. He abruptly realized that the front of his pants was damp and sticky with his cum. He wished he'd had the sense to use a napkin to catch his viscous fluid and the thought of walking out in full view rattled his nerves. When Saundra returned he was cleaned up, zipped up, and ready to go. She picked up her purse and he quickly stepped in behind her, using her as a shield of sorts. He noticed a few people watching them as they left so he stayed close to her with his body practically pushing against her ass. He let himself believe they were merely admiring his beautiful date, ignoring his distress at the wet, nasty display of lust on his trousers.

The drive back to her apartment was quiet as each of them was lost in their thoughts. Donald felt a little dazed. It wasn't like him to lose control of himself or any situation in which he was involved. What he had done was coarse and lewd, something he had never dreamed of doing in public. Even when he was married he'd shown very little public displays of affection, being a very private man. However, he could not deny the thrill of such a daring and obscene act. What made the episode even better was allowing Saundra to be the one charging him to carry out such a reckless exploit. Now he couldn't wait to re-establish his control. He couldn't wait to touch her, to feel his cock buried in her. But when he parked outside her building and started to open his door she turned to him and rested her hand on his chest, then kissed him on the cheek.

"It's late. Thank you for a wonderful dinner, Donald. I enjoyed myself very much," she purred into his ear.

"Let me walk you to your door," he whispered, not wanting the moment to get away.

"You're such a gentleman. But I'll be fine. I'll see you tomorrow." She smiled and let herself out of his car. He watched her as she climbed the stairs and vanished from his view. He sat there for several minutes overcoming the urge to follow after her. But he didn't want to push her away. He was completely smitten with her and wondered if a deeper relationship could develop. He sighed and started his car, then slowly drove home.

She couldn't help but laugh softly as she replayed the evening's event in her mind. The look on his face had been priceless when she told him to masturbate at the table. What a rush she had felt when his cum jetted out all over his hand! Judging by the amount of semen it appeared he'd been abstinent for some time. She wondered why he was still unattached 10 years after his divorce, he was quite a catch and pleasant to be with. As soon as she was inside her apartment she locked up and went straight to her bedroom. Her pussy was wet and aching. She'd been so tempted to invite him up but she hadn't wanted to give in so easily. Besides, she wasn't sure if he would be a willing partner in her particular desires. Tonight had been a test drive to learn about him and see his reactions to her. If his performance was any indication of his sexual inclinations they might be well suited.

She crawled under the covers and brought out her favorite vibrator from the nightstand drawer. She was tired but tingling with sexual tension. So tonight she needed quick relief. While she teased her clit into erection with her fingertips she imagined Donald's strong arms tied behind his back and licking her cunt. Her hips rolled up and down as she began to fuck herself with the vibrator. Her labia swelled and she spread the wetness from her pussy up and down her slit, circling her hard nub, pinching it. She pulled the vibrator up to her clit and was soon engulfed in a sweet, sensational orgasm. As her body calmed down she felt relaxed and peaceful, drifting off to sleep.

The next morning he arrived at the office to find her already at her desk and hard at work. He stood at the elevator and stared at her, taking her in as she went about her business, unnoticed. He casually walked to his office.

"Good morning, Mr. Parsons. I trust you slept well?" Saundra looked up and cheerfully greeted him with a knowing glint in her eyes. "Would you like some coffee? It's fresh and hot." She could barely contain a saucy grin.




All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 02



'And so are you,' he thought to himself. "Yes, coffee would be good." He smiled at her and went into his office. As she brought his coffee to him he sat behind his desk and enjoyed the view of her legs. He was pleased to notice her skirt seemed a little shorter than she normally wore, showing off more of her legs.

"I'm surprised to see you here. I expected that you'd go straight to the airport from home. Is your suitcase in your car?" she asked as she set his coffee down before him.

"What?"

"Your flight leaves in an hour and a half. Would you like me to drive you to the airport?"

"Oh, God, the meeting in Chicago! Why didn't you remind me yesterday?"

"I did. I handed the plane ticket to you last night, before I left to go home to change for dinner." She smiled at him as he looked up from staring her legs.

"Damn it!" Donald quickly stood up and grabbed his brief case. "I didn't even pack last night. I was rather preoccupied when I got home." Feeling vaguely disturbed by his absent-mindedness he walked around his desk and headed for the door. He stopped and turned to her. "Come with me, I'll pack and we'll drive to the airport and you can just bring my car back to the office and leave it parked in the garage. That way you can pick me up when I get back." Saundra nodded and followed him, grabbing her purse on the way out.

His condo was only 20 minutes away and they went straight to his bedroom as soon as they got there. As he decided on which suits to take Saundra retrieved his underwear and socks, helping him to pack quickly. As she zipped his suitcase closed he took her arm and pulled her to him, embracing her. She tilted her head back to look up at him and he gently kissed her. She parted her lips for him and his kiss turned more passionate as he moved a hand to cradle the back of her head. He loved the feel of her large breasts pressed against him and felt his cock begin to harden. Saundra felt it too and gently pulled away from him.

"Saundra, I..."

"We can talk when you get back. You don't want to miss your flight, do you?" She asked as she straightened her hair and smoothed out her dress. He watched her soft, pale hands gliding down her hips, and imagined those fingers with their dark red nails sliding up and down his cock. "Come on," her soft voice broke him from his sexual daydream, "I'll drive that way I can let you out in front of the terminal." She turned to leave the room and he watched her sexy, round ass as he followed her out of the house.

As she drove down the freeway she looked over at Donald. He seemed distracted as he gazed out the side window. The bulge in his pants had not receded and she smiled to herself. Donald was thinking of her tits and what he was going to do with her when he returned from his trip. He couldn't wait to stuff his mouth with her soft, white mounds then fuck his cock between them. Suddenly he felt a tug at his belt and looked down to see her hand unfastening the buckle, then open his pants. She reached in and wriggled his swollen shaft out, lightly caressing it with her fingertips. He moaned and squirmed at the feel of her sweet, cool hand wrapped around him, those sexy red nails sliding up and down, just as he'd fantasized only minutes ago.

"Here, you take it. I need to drive." She let go of him and put both of her hands on the steering wheel, looking over her left shoulder as she made a lane change.

"Saundra, stop teasing me. Pull off the freeway and let me feel my cock in your mouth. I need..."

"Donald, we'll be late. Come on, you know how to jack off, just do it! I'd love to see your hot cum pour out all over your hand again." But he merely sat there in frustration, his cock twitching in the cool air. Saundra unbuttoned the top of her dress. "Seems you need a little motivation. Fondle my beasts, then. I know you've been dying to touch them for some time now. Let's see how good you can come for me. Just a squirt for the road!" She giggled as he shifted on his left hip, turning toward her. He reached into her dress with his right hand and gently touched the round flesh above the lace of her bra finding her skin so smooth and warm.

Donald began to stroke himself. 'This is ludicrous! What if a cop pulls up along side us and looks into the car?' he frantically wondered. But he couldn't stop and soon he'd worked one of her breasts up and out of its lacy cup. He buried his face in her ample cleavage and began to hungrily suck her liberated tit. She tasted so good, he was practically drooling! He played with her nipple, alternating sucking and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He was incredibly horny and started to hand fuck his dick with faster, more urgent strokes. God, how he wanted to suffocate in her huge, round tits! He groaned as he felt his balls tighten and the semen speed up his shaft and spurt out in a nice arc, landing on her thigh, soaking into her dress.

"Pull yourself together, we're almost there," she whispered as she turned off the airport exit. He slowly sat up, trying to catch his breath and stuffed his semi-flaccid cock into his pants. "Fix my breast back into my bra and button my dress. Can't have the airport authorities see me like this!" she chided him. As he pulled her bra cup away and gently slid her breast back into it he was stunned to feel his cock tingling as if trying to return to its erect state. His body acted on its own and he felt helpless to control it.

"Saundra, you excite me. I can't think of when I've ever felt so strongly aroused by a woman before." He nuzzled her neck as he fastened the buttons on her dress, wishing he was instead opening her dress down to the hem. She pulled up to the passenger loading zone and pressed the trunk lock to unlatch it for him.

"Have a safe and successful trip, Donald. I know you'll get what you want." She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"I only want you. When I get back I'm going to fuck you until you are fit to be tied and begging for more!" he chuckled as he opened the car door.

"Perhaps. Now, go on. God knows how long the security lines are, and you only have 30 minutes to spare. Forget me, for now. You've got bigger fish to fry." She thrust her breasts forward and cupped her palm to his cheek and brushed her lips against his. He laughed nervously and looked down at her chest as he got out of the car. 'We'll see who's tied and begging' she mused. He retrieved his suitcase from the trunk and gave it to the porter to check in. She waved to him then drove away. He watched her drive off, wondering how he was going to be able to concentrate on work while he was away.

The first thing she did was go back to her apartment and change. Then she drove to an adult store before going back to work. She took her time shopping for him. A slim butt plug, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, a leather covered paddle and a blindfold were good for starters. She already had a crop at home that would come in handy. Then she went back to the office and relaxed over a report she needed to email to him for his meeting in Chicago. In the back of her mind she wondered how he was going to take his new role in life with her. She knew he'd be so horny for her by the time he got back he'd be very receptive to her special attentions. She could feel herself getting wet just thinking about the luscious things she wanted to do to him. She laughed to herself, wondering how she was going to stay focused on business while he was gone. At least she could take strange comfort in that her diversion would be sweet and he would only feel frustrated in his distraction by thoughts of her.



All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 03



The day after Saundra had dropped Donald off at the airport she went to his condo, wanting to stash the little presents she'd bought for him. She took a tour through the rooms which she found tastefully decorated, not overbearing. The colors and design were probably done that way on purpose, so Donald would be the focus of the room, rather than the décor. The interior design of each room was elegant but comfortable. She hated when rooms were so opulent one felt one could not sit down or touch anything. She wondered if he'd shared this home with his ex-wife.

The living and dining rooms displayed a southwestern motif. The living room had rough stucco walls, a pale red-clay color, with leather and wood furnishings. There were a couple of Remington sculptures, one of a cowboy and horse with a little calf, the other a brave warrior on horseback, holding a lance high above his head. She wondered if this was all just his particular style or if he had some connection with horses or ranching. She enjoyed horseback riding, but she preferred English to Western. The dining room also had stucco walls but was white-washed. There was a beautiful oak dining table and matching straight-backed chairs, the seats padded with burgundy woven cotton. Two arched windows let in plenty of light.

She went into the kitchen and was delighted with the smartly functional arrangement. All the appliances were stainless steel and the stove had six burners. She loved to cook and wondered if he did, too. Pots and pans were suspended from a wrought iron rail that circled above an island with a small sink. She had always dreamed of having a kitchen like this. Opening the refrigerator she saw how sparsely stocked it was, a true bachelor's fridge! Well, she'd take care of that and have plenty of food ready when he arrived home on Friday. After all, one must be well nourished to be able to play as she intended for his return. Expending energy took a few healthy calories!

Saundra took her bag of goodies and went down the hall to the master bedroom. It was large and very masculine. The furniture was bulky but fit quite well in the room. The dark wood went well with burgundy, dark blue and a hint of gold accentuating the décor. She sat on the king sized bed and opened the drawer of the nightstand, carefully placing the items from her bag inside and gently closing the drawer. She made a mental note to pick up a tube of lubrication, which she had forgotten on her little shopping spree. Before she left she measured out lengths of rope, cutting them with a knife she'd pilfered from the kitchen, and fastened them to each bed post and tucked them under the mattress. Everything was set for Donald's seduction. She giggled, thinking of the pleasures she would have with him.

The atmosphere at work was more relaxed while he was away. Everyone could take their breaks and chat and joke around without the intimidation of the boss watching them from his office. While it was nice to talk and get to know her co-workers better, Saundra was preoccupied. Her mind was constantly thinking of her plans for Donald and how she would make him "fit to be tied and begging" as he'd said make her. On Thursday night she went grocery shopping and brought it all back to his condo. She put the groceries away then prepared a pork loin roast in a marinade to rest in until Friday night. She prepped the potatoes and vegetables and stored them in bowls of water in the refrigerator. Then she placed a couple of bottles of bottles of Pinot Grigio wine on the island with two glasses. She cleaned up and left for home, happily looking forward to Donald's return.

Late that night she called his hotel room. He sounded half asleep when he answered. Her fingers delicately teased her nipples into erection as she lay on her bed. Her pussy was already damp from the thoughts and ideas she'd been having all day regarding his welcome home.

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry."

"Uh, no. How are you?" he mumbled groggily.

"I just took a nice, hot bath and feel so relaxed. I'm feeling a little aroused, too. I shaved myself tonight and that is always such an erotic sensation for me," she whispered into the phone.

"Hmmm...shaving your legs is erotic? I'll have to watch sometime."

"No silly, shaving my pussy," she giggled. "Tell me, how did your meetings go?" she abruptly changed the subject knowing he'd be hung up on the thought of her smooth pussy lips. His emails to her during the week had mostly been about how much he looked forward to getting home and spending more time with her. Silence from his end confirmed his sweet distraction. "Donald?"

"Oh....they went well enough. Their lawyer is a little shit, though. Martin Cook, yes, he's a pain in the ass. But he has come realize I'm not going to take his bullshit." Donald chuckled, thinking of how Cook had grudgingly yielded to Donald's logical countering of any objections during their meetings.

Saundra was momentarily surprised by the name. She had never told Donald that she was from Chicago...and hearing Martin's name she suddenly felt angry that he was again on the fringes of her life. He was her ex-husband, whom she'd been married to for five, hateful years. They were both from middle class families but he'd been extremely aggressive in moving up in the world. He would do almost anything to move in the circles of the rich and powerful, even when it had meant using his pretty, young wife. Five years into their marriage she'd finally come to her senses and realized she was merely a means to an end. He'd used her, humiliated her. She could have accepted his ways if it had been done for his own, personal desires. But he had turned into a crazed man, coercing her into ugly situations to gain the power for which he'd hungered.

The night she'd finally gotten up enough courage to tell him she was leaving him he'd beaten and raped her. He stormed out of the house as she lay on the carpet of their bedroom, bruised and bleeding, her suitcase half packed and lying wide open on the bed. That's how she'd felt, half alive and left lying so vulnerable on the floor. When she filed for divorce she didn't even ask for alimony, not wanting to have any affiliation with him. She needed to be completely free of any cancerous connection with him.

"Saundra? Are you still there?" Donald's voice pulled her back into the present.

"Yes." She coughed and shifted in her bed, giving her a moment to regain her composure. "So, you bullied their lawyer into submission?" she asked, trying to picture Martin squirming (at least on the inside) from Donald's assiduous tactics.

"I wouldn't say I bullied him. I was merely persuasive. I'm sure there will be a slight compromise or two on my part, but that's all part of the business. It's a game of intellect and shear will. And you know I like a good challenge!" Donald smiled to himself, thinking of how Saundra had teased him into doing crazy sexual stunts yet not letting him break through her subtle resistance. He was anxious to get home and tease her for a change. He zealously anticipated breaching her calm, cool demeanor and driving her mad with his lustful attentions!

"Yes, I do. I'm sure there will be more interesting challenges for you in the near future." She sighed and the memories of her ex-husband slip away. She focused on Donald and massaged her round breasts, rubbing and pinched her nipples. "It will be nice to have you back here, with me. Have you been thinking about me?" she asked coyly.

"Yes, my dear, I certainly have." Donald reached down and stroked his hardening cock. Luscious thoughts of her would pop into his mind during his meetings, and especially when he was alone at night in his hotel room. He would masturbate but force himself to stop short of coming, saving himself for her. He didn't want to waste one drop of his hot semen, imagining her licking and sucking him dry.

"Hmmmm...I'm laying here, naked, playing with my breasts. They're so sensitive. I like having them sucked. It's been a long time since I've let anyone touch me. I've been thinking of what it would be like to feel your hands on me." Her hand snaked down to her clean, smooth pussy. She caressed her lips then separated them to play her fingers up and down her slit. "I'm getting wet imagining your fingers teasing me."

Donald moaned as he continued to slowly stroke his shaft. He fantasized sucking on her tits as he played with her cunt. He reached lower to rub his balls, they felt so heavy with his stored cum.

"I bet you'd like to be here next to me, right now. Tell me what you'd do to me," she whispered seductively.

"Oh baby, I'd want to kiss your beautiful lips and as I slid my tongue into your mouth I'd fondle your breasts, tweak your pretty nipples." He pulled his hand away from his balls and grasped the sheet. He didn't want to come yet, not until he could be with her tomorrow night.

"You're so proper," she giggled. "You can pinch my nipples, bite them if you like. That would feel so good. My fingers are stroking my pussy right now, go on and tell me some more of what you want," she egged him on.

"I, uh, want" he paused trying to contain himself. His vision of her, naked and masturbating was taxing his resolve to keep from jacking off. "I want to lick your pussy, drink your sweet juices. Ah, to feel...oh, to feel your soft inner thighs on my cheeks as I stroke your cunt with the tip of my tongue." He groaned as his hand stole back to grasp his straining dick. He heard Sandra's heavy breathing, wondering how she was pleasuring herself. "But I would just tease you then pull away. I'd kiss my way down your legs, all the way to your toes. I'd lift up one foot and kiss and suck on each toe, then do the same with your other foot." He grunted and pulled his hand away, again, from his throbbing cock.

"Oh no, baby, you'd drive me crazy! I'd sit up and grab your hair to pull you back to my pussy." Saundra slid her fingers in and out of her succulent hole, using her thumb on her swollen nub. "Uhhhh...oh, I'm so wet right now, Donald. I'm flicking my fingertip up and down my slit as if it were your tongue." The image of him sucking her toes made her shiver with delight! Her pussy clenched and relaxed as she teased her clit more vigorously. "God, I'm so hot for you! Ohhh...fingering my clit, ohhh." She felt little flashes of pleasure pulse from inside her cunt up to her engorged nub. "Donald, I'm going to come for you...ahhh...oh, it feels so good. Hmmmm...oh, here it comes!" she moaned and fluttered her finger rapidly back and forth across her clit until her orgasm let loose, causing her whole body to tremble and her hips lift off the mattress. "Ohhhh....uhhhh....Donald!" she cried out as her body throbbed with delicious tremors.

He rolled over onto his stomach and pushed his hips down trying to quell the burning ache in his groin. He shivered listening to her beautiful voice as she came. He wanted so badly to have his cock buried deep in her cunt right now he could barely control himself. The thought of rushing down to the airport to catch the first plane back raced through his brain. He couldn't wait to have her! Listening to her pant and moan was driving him mad. He could picture her under him, his thick shaft fucking her tight, juicy pussy, her body writhing in ecstasy.

"Oh, darling...oh, that felt incredible. You make me feel so good!" she praised him with a whispery voice. She sighed as she enjoyed the liquid feeling in her limbs, the heat radiating from her cunt. "Well, I'd better let you go so you can get some sleep. You've got a plane to catch early in the morning. Oh, and Donald?"

"Yes?" he whispered, still trying to gain re-collect himself. He could feel his iron hard rod twitching between his legs.

"I'm going to cook a wonderful dinner for you tomorrow night. I hope you don't mind I went to your condo today and prepared everything. And then I've got a surprise for you. I think you'll enjoy it."

"Yes, sweetheart, I'm sure I will. You've demonstrated that you're good at anything you put your energy into. Get some sleep, I'll see you in the morning." His voice sounded strained. He was extremely horny and all he wanted to do was hang up and jerk off. But he didn't want to do it with Saundra on the phone. He felt a need to restrain himself and have some sense of control over the situation.

"Ok, sweet dreams, Mr. Parsons. Have a safe trip home." She leaned to her side to hang the phone up and then pulled her covers up and drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

Donald hung up and immediately headed for the bathroom. There were always jokes about a cold shower and now that's exactly what he wanted. He wasn't about to give in to his bodies lustful signals. But in actuality, he did not want to give in to Saundra.

Donald's flight was 15 minutes behind schedule and he felt frustrated at having to wait a minute longer to see Saundra. He grabbed his luggage from the carousel and quickly walked outside to the passenger loading zone anxious to see her. But as he looked up and down the sidewalk he did not find his car. He sighed heavily thinking perhaps she was hung up at the office or in traffic. As the minutes dragged on he became more and more irritated with her. He tried to dial her cell phone but only got her voice mail.

She finally arrived and as she popped the trunk latch from inside of the car she couldn't help but smile, noticing the scowl on his face. He tossed his suitcase in the trunk and marched to the driver's side, jerking the door open. She looked up with an amused expression, which at first pissed him off, as if she thought wasting his valuable time was funny. But as he was about to admonish her his eyes shifted to her creamy breasts. She was wearing a low-cut silk blouse and the light peach color made her smooth skin practically glow. He even saw a hint of white lace from her bra pushing her tits up into nice round mounds. She shifted slightly letting him have a more revealing view at her deep, milky cleavage. His eyes traveled down to her legs and he was treated to the lovely contour of her calf and thigh. She'd worn a wrap-around silk skirt and it lay open almost all the way up to her hip. She was wearing white stockings that circled her thigh with a delicate lacy band.

"Did you want to drive, Donald?" Her honeyed voice infiltrated his reverie and he glanced back at her face. "Why don't you just get in the passenger seat and relax. I'm sure you're tired from being cramped up in that small airplane seat for the last three hours." She leaned over to grab the handhold of the door to pull it closed and her luscious breasts appeared to threaten to spill over the top of her bra. Without a word he stepped back and let her close the door then quickly walked around the car and got in.

She drove off and he remained silent, still a little vexed that she'd been overdue. But he also felt so relieved to be near her again, he'd missed her terribly. He was a little surprised at how deeply fond of her he'd become. In the short time he'd known her he'd come to look forward to their chats at the office throughout the day, her smile, the way her eyes sparkled when she softly laughed. This morning he'd been so elated to see her, to greet her with a long, hard kiss that he felt somewhat snubbed by her tardiness. He'd expected her to be just as excited at seeing him, especially after their phone conversation the previous night. Yet, here she was, almost smug. Her attitude and behavior was driving him crazy! He stared out the window as he recalled listening to her climax on the phone, her beautiful cries and moans were indicative of the passion she told him he brought on. And now, she looked so provocative, but seemed aloof in her manner toward him. 'What the hell game is she playing?' he wondered. Donald felt completely off balance but what really baffled him was not only the stirring in his heart, but also in his groin, just sitting next to her. He kept hearing her throaty groans from the night before and felt so horny. He jumped when she suddenly touched his arm.

"You're so quiet. I'm sorry I was late. I called the airline and knew your plane was delayed so I got a little more deeply involved with a report at work than I should have. Time just sort of slipped past me. Please don't be upset Donald." Her voice was so soothing he couldn't help look over at her. She looked so lovely, never one to wear much makeup, he could get lost in her pretty eyes and soft lips. He relented and smiled at her, raising his hand to caress her check. Her skin was so soft and warm. "That's better. I knew you couldn't stay angry with me for long. Now, you have an important phone call in about 30 minutes from Mr. Nelson, the CEO of your newest acquisition project. I'll take you back to the office and then go out and pick up some sandwiches to bring back to the office. It's almost lunchtime and I haven't eaten anything all day, I'm starved!"

"That's fine Saundra." Donald skimmed her throat with his fingertips, then her chest but she kept both hands on the wheel. He dipped under her blouse and gently rubbed her breast through the lacy cup. He grinned when he felt her nipple harden, just as his cock. Her face remained passive as she concentrated on driving but he knew she was enjoying his touch. She straightened her shoulders and pushed her breast against his hand. He gently pulled her hand away from the wheel and brought it to the bulge in his pants, pressing her hand hard against him. He continued to stare at her face but she remained so cool. Saundra rubbed him then dug her nails into him through the fabric. He moaned and slightly pushed his hips up. "I haven't come since our freeway encounter. Let's skip the damn phone call and go back to the condo. I'm going to fuck you until you scream," his voice was hoarse.

"Donald, I know you must be anxious. I am, too. But we have the whole weekend ahead of us. I promise you, you will be more than satisfied by the end of the weekend. I'm going to fulfill all of your nasty needs," she purred. Then she squeezed his dick as hard as she could and abruptly pulled her hand away. He grunted and turned away from her. 'What a coy, little bitch but, God, I want to fuck her!' he thought. His cock ached but he tried to focus on his upcoming phone call, anything to distract himself. 

As she drove down the freeway Saundra knew he was struggling with his feelings. She knew she was pushing him but her desire was to bring him up to such a breaking point that he would be willing to completely give himself over to her. She saw the look in his eyes when he caressed her face, full of lust but warm emotion as well. She was touched by that emotion. She had missed him. She loved the way she could get him to laugh, his passion when he spoke of his interests outside of work, the way his beautiful eyes made her feel all soft inside when he stared intently at her. He was a sweet man, underneath that gruff CEO exterior. He liked everything neat and tidy, from his work schedule to his private life. But she was going to throw in a little kink now. His dull, routine life needed a new, fresh perspective.

Just as he finished his phone call Saundra came into his office with sandwiches, fruit and sodas. She laid it out on his desk and they relaxed and talked while they ate. He couldn't help noticing her skirt had opened again, showing off her lovely leg and pretty stocking. He wondered what she was wearing underneath, wishing the skirt would fall open a little more. She noticed him trying to discreetly steal glimpses of her leg.

"A bit pre-occupied, are you?" she teased him.

"Well, you do have beautiful legs, Saundra, I can't help myself. I couldn't stop thinking about you the entire time I was gone." He sighed and leaned back in his leather chair. "I'm looking forward to this evening, hell, to the weekend! I need some R and R after this week, and I think you're just the right kind of recreation." He laughed. Saundra got up and walked around to him, standing between his chair and the edge of the desk. His eyes widened as she began to unbutton her blouse and pull it out from her skirt. "Saundra, the blinds are slightly open, someone will see!"




All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 03



"Are you kidding? They all do their best to avoid you, silly. You're such a tyrant. Besides, someone would have to be walking directly in front of your office to see in. Come on, you've been aching to touch me, have a lick," she invited as she pulled her bra down from her breasts and held the full, heavy globes up with her hands. Her nipples were hard and pointing at him. He leaned forward and tentatively licked at first, then he sucked one into his mouth and nibbled it. Then he played with the other, moaning at the feel of her sweet flesh in his mouth. After a few moments she gently pulled away and reached behind her to push the debris from their lunch out of her way. Then she hopped up on his desk to sit facing him. "Donald, I'm sure you might like a little taste of what is to come this weekend." She pulled her skirt open to reveal her soft, creamy thighs circled with the lace bands of her stockings. Then she spread her legs and exposed her smooth, pale pussy. He sighed heavily seeing that she had no panties on. She chuckled at his expression of surprise and desire. He reached out to rub her legs with his hands but she pushed his hands away.

"No hands, Donald. But I'm not so heartless. You may lick my pussy. You may only touch me with your tongue." She leaned back on her hands and pulled her feet up to the edge of the desk so she could roll her hips forward. He slowly moved his face between her thighs and sighed, blowing his hot breath on her pink flesh. "Do it now, Donald, I don't like to be kept waiting." The tip of his tongue separated her lips and began to lick up and down her slit. He was thrilled that she was already wet, indicating this was a premeditated move on her part.

He sucked and licked her cunt, tasting her sweet juices. He'd never seen, let alone touch a shaved pussy and he found it extremely erotic. Donald couldn't believe what they were doing, between the restaurant and car escapades and now here in the office, she thrilled him to no end! His hands started to rise to hold her hips but he suddenly pulled back as he felt a sharp whack on the back of one hand. "Jesus!" he gasped as he noticed a wooden ruler in her hand, having used it to smack him.

"I said no hands, Donald, and I meant it. When you don't follow my instructions or do something that displeases me you will be reprimanded." She smiled down at him but her eyes were dead serious. "Suck my pussy. I want you to make me come all over your face."

At first he hesitated, trying to figure out how he felt about her high-handed behavior. What the hell was she talking about, following her instructions and being reprimanded like some child? His pride welled up and he almost turned away from her. But he licked his lips and tasted her, he looked up into her eyes which were now soft and warm, he looked down at her pussy, glistening and wet and his resistance was shattered by his desire to suck her; yes, to please her! He leaned back to her and thrashed his tongue up and down her pussy, twirling it around her now hard clit. He sucked hard on it causing her moan and push her cunt against his mouth. He teased the mouth of her pussy, lapping her copious flow of honey, then jabbed in and out of her tight hole, fucking her with his pointed tongue. He could hear her panting then felt her hand grab a fistful of his hair and pull him back up to her clit. His tongue made quick work of it, rapidly flicking back and froth across the engorged nub. Then he alternated that maneuver with sucking and biting it. She squealed and rocked up and down, fucking his face.

"Ohhhh...Donald, you're so very good!" she was nearly breathless as she complimented him. He grinned, ecstatic with what he was doing, how he was making her feel. His cock was throbbing and he could feel the precum leaking. She continued her up and down gyrations and let go of his hair. "Uhhhhhh....mmmmm...now, now baby! I'm going to come, noooowwwww!" She cried out as her body jerked against him. Heat zig-zagged from her cunt all the way up to her breast, and down her thighs. It was all Donald could do to keep from grabbing her with his hands. Instead he reached down and unzipped his pants, he could not wait any longer. She pulled away from him and leaned back on the desktop, panting and smiling at him. When he stood up his cock jutted out straight as a flag pole and he moved his hips toward her.

Saundra briefly thought she should let him find some relief, but not with her pussy. She quickly pulled her hips back and sat up grasping his shaft in her hand. He frowned as she started to stroke him with fast, tight movements. He tried to pull her hand away and shove her back down on the desk.

"Saundra, I've got to fuck you, I need to fuck you!" he growled at her. He groaned at her tightening grip on his dick.

"And you will, darling, but not until I say so. Other pleasures are to come before I allow you to sink this meaty cock into my hot little cunt. Be good and come for me now." She reached with her free hand and grabbed his balls and squeezed. He gasped and couldn't stop his cum from rushing up and jetting out, spraying her thighs with the milky fluid. He groaned as he watched his fluids spurt all over her pale skin. He couldn't decide what he felt more, disappointed at not being able to fuck her or excited at watching his come drip from her flesh. When the flow stopped she reached down and scooped up some cum onto her fingers licking it onto the tip of her tongue. But instead of swallowing she pulled his face to hers and kissed him, driving her tongue deeply into his mouth. He snorted in surprise, shocked at being made to taste his own cum and tried to pull away but she held him fast. He moaned and squirmed as she slipped her tongue all over his, bathing both of their tongues with his juice. When he seemed to relax she released him and slid off the desk. She caressed his face then turned away, pulling her bra back up and buttoning her blouse.

"Thank you, Mr. Parsons," she smiled saucily at him. "That was a very satisfying lunch." She tucked her blouse back in and smoothed her skirt into place. He loved to watch her hands slide over her hips and ass. Then she left his office, closing the door behind her.

He could only slump in his chair, wondering how she had gotten such a tight and wonderful hold over him. He spent the rest of the afternoon absent-mindedly going through his emails. Saundra had weeded out the nonessential ones but that still left him with many to answer. His mind kept going over the sensations and feelings he'd been going through over the past week. He touched the back of his hands where she' smacked him and then pondered her words about following her instructions or displeasing her and being admonished. He wondered what he was getting himself into with her. Donald was still shocked at being made to swallow his own cum, but he had to admit that the act of her making him do so was a little thrilling. She knew what she wanted and her little play with power intrigued him. He had never experienced anyone like her and he was excited as to where this naughty affair would lead them. For now, he decided to go with the flow. But he would eventually have to put her in her place, after all, he was used to being the one in charge. He'd find the perfect moment to honor her wonderful cunt with his long, thick cock, and hear her beg for more.



All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 04



They both called it quits for the day around 4pm and Donald told the rest of the employees to take an early night, too. At first they all gaped at him, rather stunned, but did not need to be told twice and everyone was gone by the time Donald and Saundra headed for the elevator. She told him she needed to stop by her apartment and would meet him at his condo in a couple of hours. He kissed her and told her not to be long, that he couldn’t wait for his surprise. On his drive home he fantasized that she was going to show up at his place wearing a raincoat and some skimpy lingerie, or maybe she’d bring a sex toy and adult video and they’d play all night. He pictured her on his bed, lying beneath him, her wrists captured in his big hand over her head while he teased her body. Turn about was fair play and he had wonderful things in mind for her after dinner. As soon as he arrived home he took a nice hot shower, shaved, and dressed casually while waiting for her to get there.

The roast came out perfect, pink and juicy on the inside. She served it with sautéed mushrooms and zucchini, mashed potatoes, and a salad on the side. Saundra meticulously attended to every detail of the evening, setting a beautiful table, keeping his wine glass full, making sure he had enough of everything from food to seasonings. He felt like a king as she waited on him. When they were through eating she brought him a cup of coffee and told him to go relax in the living room while she cleaned the kitchen. But he wanted to keep her company and talk with her so he joined her in the kitchen. He liked watching her move about the kitchen, she seemed so comfortable, as if it were her own place. She looked pretty in her lavender summer dress and he got a great view of her nice round ass as she bent to load the dishwasher. When she was finished he pulled her into his arms and passionately kissed her, holding him tightly to his body. He could feel her large breasts pressed against his chest and slid his hand down to her ass to feel if she had gone without panties again. He moaned when he felt a thin strap realizing she was wearing a thong.

“I’m still hungry,” he whispered in her ear.

“Well, I do have dessert but I thought we’d have that after while,” she giggled as he nuzzled her neck.

“My dear, I think you are my dessert, tonight.” He took her hand and led her to his bedroom. “Now, what’s my surprise?”

“Just like a little boy on Christmas, can’t wait for your present, hmmmm?” She pulled away from him and pulled up the chair from the corner, closer to the bed. “Sit down and close your eyes, then.” He laughed but did as she asked. He heard her move about the room as she was getting a few things from her overnight bag. Then she moved in front of him and kissed him on the lips. “No peeking allowed,” she said as she slipped a blindfold over his eyes. “And remember, no hands unless I say you can touch me,” she whispered in his ear, then kissed it and moved away. She sat on the end of the bed and quietly gazed at him for a few minutes. He shifted a bit, fidgeting in the silence. “Stand up and take your clothes off.”

He cocked his head to one side as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard her right. But when she said nothing more he pushed himself up and pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor. He unzipped his pants and kicked off his shoes, slowly pushed his pants down then stepped out of them. He pulled his socks off and smiled, fait accompli. He thought of her looking at his naked body and could feel his cock twitch as blood began to swell its size. He reached behind him for the chair and began to sit down but was caught off guard when he felt a sharp sting on the outside of his thigh and he jerked up straight. “Damn it!” he huffed as he rubbed his insulted flesh.

“Donald, I only told you to stand up and take your clothes off. Did I tell you to sit down?”

“No, I just…”

“You must listen carefully to me and do exactly as I say. What you just felt was my crop and you will feel more of it with each infraction you commit. Or, there may be other types of punishments depending on your errors or my mood.” She smiled noticing his dick had softened in an instant. “I’m going to ask you some questions and I want you to be completely honest. You will remain standing. Do you understand?” He nodded at her, feeling peeved with this game.

“Have you ever fucked a woman in the ass?”

“No.”

“Have you ever fucked a man in the ass?”

“What? No!” disgust tinged his voice.

“I’m sure you like having a woman suck your cock, you like the feel of her hot, wet mouth slurping and sucking your hard rod. But have you ever let a man suck you?”

“No! What’s this all about, Saundra?” He hissed as he felt her crop lash his other thigh. He suddenly thought about how vulnerable he was, standing there blindfolded and naked and he felt an odd twinge of excitement in his penis. All this talk of fucking asses and sucking cocks was beginning to stir him, wondering what her past sexual experiences had been.

“Have you ever let a man or a woman fuck you in the ass?”

“God, no! Well…once in a while my ex-wife would tease my ass with her finger when she gave me a blow job.” Now his cock was beginning to thicken at the memory of that naughty but enticing stimulation. He flinched as he felt the tip of her crop tease the head of his cock.

“You enjoyed that didn’t you? You would have liked it if she’d pushed her finger in deeper. Am I right?”

“Yes,” he whispered guiltily.

“Hmmm…but I bet you were too hung up on proprieties to let her do that nasty act, finger fuck your puckered ass hole. What a shame, you didn’t realize what you were missing out on. But if you’re very good we’re going to change that and teach you some nice, new tricks.” She stood up and stepped close to him. He could smell her, feel the tips of her nipples barely brushing against his lower chest. She kissed one of his nipples and sucked on it for a moment then moved to his other nipple. She let her hands travel over his body feeling the shape of him. He was puzzled as there something different about her touch, and it dawned on him that she must be wearing gloves of some kind. His cock was at full attention now, pressing against her belly and he was excited to feel her bare skin against him. He grunted as she bit his nipple and pulled on it, and he instinctively brought up his hand up to touch her.

Saundra quickly pulled away and slapped his hand with the crop. He gasped and pulled both of his hands behind him, hoping to avoid being slapped again. His unconscious act pleased her, she liked him in this position. She reached out and lightly stroked his shaft with her fingertips and his cock seemed to quiver beneath her touch. Again, it was quite noticeable that her fingers were not bare on his skin and he was dying to see what she was wearing.

“You like having your cock sucked?” she teased.

“Yes, very much.”

“You want that now, don’t you?”

“God, yes,” he swallowed thickly. The strange feel of her fingers grazing along his shaft made him shiver, and the thought of her sweet lips wrapped around his pole made his heart pound. 

“Yes, what?” She tightly squeezed his prick.

“Yes, I want you to suck my cock.” He moaned feeling her fingers now caressing his heavy balls.

“I didn’t hear you right. What do you want?” she egged him on. The precum was seeping from the tip of his cockhead, now.

“Please, Saundra, please suck my cock. It would feel so good. Please let me feel your hot mouth around my dick,” he groaned. He felt frustrated at being made to beg, he was not used to having to plead for what he wanted. She saw him frown and was not pleased.

“You don’t sound very convincing. And not at all humble about it. I think you should just jack off, that’s good enough for you. You really don’t want me to suck your silly cock.” She lightly slapped his prick and pushed him away. He lost his balance and fell into the chair.

“No, no…please! I’m begging you. I need to feel your sweet mouth on me! Please, baby!” Donald tore the blindfold from his eyes and looked up at her. He was stunned by how hot and sexy she looked. The first thing he noticed was that she was wearing black, silk gloves that extended to her elbows and the leather crop extended from her hand. Her breasts were held up in a black satin bra with her hard pink pearls peeking out over the top. She had a matching thong, no lace, just satin. Her garter belt was lacy, holding up sheer black stockings. He gazed down at her feet strapped in black sandals with spiked heels. He even noticed her toes, her nails painted a deep rich red. Lust and desire boiled up inside him and he couldn’t stop himself from rising up to grab her.

Before he was completely out of his chair Saundra grabbed him by the hair and forced him down to his knees. His cock throbbed and he reached down to stroke it, desperate for relief. She stepped back and glared at him. Then she went to her bag and pulled out a long red scarf and went to stand behind him. She leaned down and tied his wrists together behind his back. Donald struggled a little but stopped when she whacked his ass with her crop.

“You are very disobedient. I know you like to be in charge, Donald, but not here, not now. Bend over the bed, face down, feet on the floor.” When he did not move she grabbed his ear and pulled hard. “Crawl on your knees, now! Over to the bed, now!” 

He fumbled to the bed and positioned himself as commanded. He rubbed himself against the edge of the bed until he felt her crop smartly sting his ass. He was frantic, highly charged by the vision of her, a Goddess! He wanted her so badly he thought he’d be willing to do anything she asked.

“Saundra, please, I’ll do whatever you want! Please let me fuck you! I want to feel your hot cunt around my cock, please?” his voice strained with hot need.

“We have a little business to take care of, first. You need to learn some self-control. You need to learn to follow instructions. This is how you are going to remember!” She struck his ass hard, full across both cheeks with her crop. He jerked and grunted in pain. “Count! Don’t stop or we’ll start all over again!”

“Ugh…one!” he cried out, too shocked to do little else. He felt the next strike and searing heat streaked across his ass. “Two!” he gasped breathlessly. Another lashing to his flesh and he couldn’t help jerk his hips in. “Uhhh…three!” Then he felt her gloved fingers fondling the backs of his balls as she whipped him again. “Ohhh…four!” his voice cracked. Her finger caressed that sweet space between his scrotum and anus and he moaned as the crop slashed again. “Damn it! Five!” he growled. His ass was a flaming agony, welts striped his pale flesh. But at the same time he was being driven wild with the feel of her satin fingers tantalizing his balls and now circling and pressing near his ass hole. In some inexplicable way the fiery pain combined with the teasing of his anus and balls was as if Saundra had exposed a live, hot wire and he had never felt such frenzied arousal. He felt extremely embarrassed that her painful punishment was feeding his lust!

Saundra continued until he reached the count of ten. Then she laid the crop on the bed where he could see it. She looked down at his body, his back rising and falling with his labored breathing, the angry welts rising on his ass, and felt satisfied that she’d made her point regarding obedience. She noticed the comforter was damp from the precum oozing out of his turgid cock. The crown of his shaft was a deep purple and looked ready to explode. She dropped to her knees and gently licked it causing him to cry out and jerk upward, pushing his ass into her face. She put her soft gloved hands on his cheeks and softly smoothed his skin, kissing along the lines of welts. He whimpered and she smiled hearing a big, all-important CEO now reduced to a quivering mortal ready to do her will. She mused that perhaps he was indeed all bark and little bite!

“How can I suck your poor cock now, Donald? The second my lips are on it you’ll just come all over the place and that won’t be much fun, will it? I think you need some down-time. Take a few moments to pull yourself back together. I’m going to get us something nice and cool to drink. You lay here and think about what you’ve just learned.” She kissed his ass and left him alone. She was a little surprised that he was accepting her dominance. Her heart was racing with excitement as she walked down the hall, her thong saturated from her juices. He certainly seemed to be enjoying it as his raging hard-on was proof enough of that. In fact, she was anxious to fuck his dick, which was larger and more beautifully shaped than she’d seen before. She hurried to get some ice water so she could get right back to her sweet pet.

He gazed at the crop and tried to regain his composure. All he could think of was how gorgeous she looked in her skimpy lingerie and heels. He longed to suck her tits right out her bra and drive his tortured cock deep into her juicy cunt. Donald closed his eyes and began to rock up and down pressing his aching cock against the bed. He just couldn’t stand it any longer, she was right, he was ready to burst. His movements caused his ass cheeks to jiggle and agitate his tender skin. His prick twitched and he just let go. His groans caught her attention as she came down the hall and she stopped in the doorway to watch him. His cum burst from him, white streaks of semen dripped down the side of the dark comforter and he sighed heavily with relief.

“Well, seems you’re getting a little ahead of yourself. Look what a mess you’ve made. I should make you lick it clean. But I have a better idea.” She went to the nightstand and pulled out the small butt plug then returned to stand between his legs. She removed her black gloves and tossed them on the bed by the crop. She scooped up his cum onto her fingers and spread it on his ass hole. Then she slid the plug between her pussy lips, coating it with her slick lubrication. As she started to press it to his puckered hole he jumped and twisted his head to look at her.

“What are you doing?” he asked nervously.

“Relax, darling. I just didn’t think your precious cum should go to waste and thought of this wonderful use for it. It’s an excellent lubricant for this plug to slide right up your tight ass!” 

“What are you shoving up my ass?” He was a little worried, but he was in no position to stop her. She felt the resistance at the entrance of his anus but as she continued to gently push, the ring of muscles finally yielded and the plug slipped right in. “No, don’t…” his words caught in his throat. Although it was only about three inches long and very slim, it felt like a thick iron pipe as far as he was concerned! Donald grunted and squirmed his ass, which only caused the plug to move inside. He expelled his breath hard, trying to relax. Saundra massaged his back for a few moments as he tried to adjust to the feel of the invasion of his ass.

“Slide off the bed Donald and kneel in front of me.” She saw that he was stiff and in pain as he moved, but he managed to settle himself before her. She held a glass of water to his lips and he nearly drank all of it. Some of the water escaped his lips and the cool liquid felt so soothing dripping down his neck and chest. She put the glass on the floor and went behind him to untie him, giving his sore shoulders a small break. She stood before him and he looked up at her, yearning for her. “Slide my thong off and you may keep it.” He reached his aching arms up and slowly the sleek thong down, letting his fingers slowly trail over her thighs and down her calves. He could feel that her panties were drenched and this intrigued him, that while she was tormenting him, she had also become very aroused.

Saundra stroked her pussy with two fingers then brought them to his lips, painting them with her juices. “There’s a little tidbit for you.” She turned around and presented her ass to him. “Lick and kiss my ass to show me how much you appreciate me, all that I do for you.” For a moment he just stared at her. But her cheeks looked too tempting to resist so he leaned forward and gently kissed and licked her smooth skin. And the more he did it the more he liked it, even licking between her cheeks. He began to suck on her skin loving the feel of his mouth on her ass. She abruptly pulled away and turned to look at him. “That was very good, Donald. I’m pleased.” He grinned stupidly and felt a little ridiculous, but soaked in her small praise. Reaching behind her back she unhooked her bra to reveal her silky large breasts. “Come closer, darling.” She sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. He moved between her thighs and she leaned slightly forward, with her luscious, heavy tits hanging down in front of his face. He inhaled deeply, her scent was intoxicating. “Suck my tits, pet. Remember I told you how much I enjoy that.”

Donald was almost beside himself as he gazed at her large, pink areolas. He pressed his lips to the side of one breast, then he licked her smooth skin. His tongue stroked her flesh like a cat smoothing its fur, gliding over the curve to her nipple. He rubbed his lips back and forth across the dark pink nub and then opened his mouth to take her in. At first he flicked it with his tongue then sucked her softly. He was in heaven feeling her supple flesh against his tongue. He released her then moved to her other breast and kissed all around the areola as it puckered from his touch. He grinned and pressed his open lips to encircle it, then tenderly sucked it. Donald suddenly remembered she’d told him he could bite if he wanted and pressed is teeth around her hard, engorged nipple. She moaned and this encouraged him to apply more pressure, pulling it and sucking it. She pushed herself against his face and he could feel her flesh pressed against his nose. He groaned with pleasure, and to his shock his cock was even beginning to swell, yet again.

His mind lingered on what had taken place. He felt thoroughly bewildered that his desire and lust were on the rise despite her harsh reprimand on his ass. He was even starting to like the feel of the plug in his ass, despite his initial disgust and worry. The slaps of her crop had been painful, both physically as well as to his ego, letting a woman get away with spanking him like that. He felt frustrated as he only wished to gratify her and pleasure her body, as well as enjoy himself in the process. He stared up at her feeling ashamed at letting her down earlier. He noticed her hand reach down between her legs and he yearned to suck her pussy as he had done in the office. Donald imagined he must look pitiful, kneeling there, actually blushing at being in such a subservient position. His heart beat wildly as he pondered how crazy this situation seemed with her admonishing him and he feeling like some naughty puppy that had just pissed on the carpet. He felt he should be angry of her treatment, yet he was exceedingly thrilled in some secretly dirty way. He was losing his grasp of being a power wielding CEO, falling down several notches to having his control being taken in hand by this small beauty. It began to dawn on him there was freedom in that act, letting her command whatever was to happen, allowing her free reign of all the decision making.

“Donald, look down, watch my hand.” Her voice was smooth and mesmerizing. He kneeled before her and she lifted her feet up to the edge of the bed. Leaning back on one hand she exposed her cunt to him, flushed and glistening. His cock had become painfully hard and it was difficult to refrain from moving to her and taking her. But he didn’t want to risk disappointing her further. She pointed her finger at him and he focused on it as she brought it to her swollen labia. “Think of my finger as your tongue. You did so well earlier today but you lack control. You must learn to lick and suck with deliberation, take your time and worship my sweet, juicy flesh. I appreciate that kind of effort, and you would not go unrewarded.”




All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 04



Saundra caressed and stroked her slit, slipping around the soft little folds of her tender cunt. She was quite aroused by his willful behavior and having disciplined him. She enjoyed training him in the art of self-control. She was quite pleased that he had not fought back and ended their play. By the look on his face it seemed he thought giving up his control was worth the price of any castigation he might bring upon himself. Saundra smiled down at him as he licked his lips and gripped his thighs, bravely containing himself. She alternated manipulating her clit and sliding her fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. Her excitement was building, knowing how badly he wanted her but not allowed to touch her.

“Do you like to watch me?”

“Yes, Saundra, you’re so beautiful,” he sighed then inhaled deeply, taking in her scent.

Donald was nearly close enough to lick her. His mouth watered as he watched and listened to her finger squishing in and around her succulent pussy. He hesitantly fingered his dick wishing he could masturbate as he eyed this lovely sight before him. But her words, ‘no hands’, sounded loudly in his brain and he quickly balled his hands into fists. His breath became labored and Saundra could feel the hot puffs of air on her wet lips.

She was close to coming, even in her slow movements. Just the thought of him obeying her, only able to watch her was driving her to the edge. “Kiss and lick my thighs but you are not to touch my cunt. And Donald, what is the golden rule?” she purred.

“No…oh, God, no hands” he whispered hoarsely.

“Hmmm…good boy, you’re learning.” She sighed and flicked her clit harder as his hot, wet lips and tongue paid her homage. She flashed on when she first met him, such a big, tough executive holding the world by the balls. And all the while, this sweet submissive side was hiding within, just waiting for the right woman to release him. The feel of his mouth on her soft thighs, his tongue licking, teeth and lips nibbling was absolutely delicious! Her body tensed up and she felt her climax build as she rubbed her stiff nub faster and harder. She began to quiver and move her hips up and down in an erotic dance with her hand. Throaty groans escaped her as she felt her orgasm swell from deep inside her and burst in waves across her entire body. She rolled her ass up and down and panted wildly. She felt the exquisite sensations grip her, fire every nerve in every fiber of her being. She cried out and let it go, feeling one of the strongest orgasms she’d had in years. As her body became subdued she sat up and pulled his face to her breasts, hugging him tightly.

“Donald, that was very good, you obeyed me very well,” she said as she stroked his hair. “Get up on the bed, lie on your back.”

“Oh, Saundra, please…I”

“Shhhh…” she silenced him putting her fingers still coated with her nectar to his lips. He inhaled and delighted in her scent and desperately longed to lick them clean. “Just do as your told, there’s my good pet.” He was hesitant to move having thoughts of his raw ass rubbing on anything, let alone the comforter. She leaned forward to pinch his nipple pulling up to make him get up. He eased onto the bed, gingerly resting his sore ass on the thick cover, and waited.

Saundra brought out the wrist cuffs then moved to the other side of the bed. She took one hand and tightened a cuff to his wrist, then did the same with the other wrist as he looked up with a worried expression. She straddled his body to tie the headboard ropes to the rings on his cuffs. He groaned at having her sweet pussy so close to his face. Frustration was building inside him and he wondered if he should stop things right now. But his cock was throbbing and dripping precum. He ached so badly to feel her touch, for her to let him come in her he was at a loss. Then she moved back to his feet and fastened the ankle cuffs to each limb, pulling the ropes from the foot board to tie to the rings of the cuffs. Once she was satisfied he was secure she settled on her knees between his legs. He could feel her tits skimming along the insides of his thighs.

“You have to be tied, my sweet. I won’t have you reaching out with those big, strong hands. You just lay there and let me have some fun. I’m going to enjoy that big cock of yours, and I don’t need any distractions.”

Donald’s mind was a chaotic whirlwind. He didn’t like being restrained again. He wanted to feel her, to hold her. He was beginning to think he’d had enough of this bondage game. How had he let himself get into this predicament? He struggled against his wrist restraints but she’d tied him very tightly. He pulled his ass in and squeezed his eyes shut as the welts chaffed against the cloth of the comforter. Yet he still didn’t say anything in objection! The words were on the tip of his tongue to yell at her that it was over. He would not be treated this way! But in the back of his mind he was wickedly fascinated with what she was doing to him, physically as well as emotionally. Then he felt her tongue glide up the base of his shaft to the tip. Then another long, luscious lick. He let his body relax and decided to just go along for the ride.

Saundra swirled her tongue around the head of his cock for several moments, then let her lips lock around his shaft. She skimmed down his length, her tongue lashing all the way, then back up, sucking as she went. Her hand gripped the base of his shaft and slid in tandem with her mouth, slowly up and down. He glanced down at her, watching as her lips and fingers stroked his big, thick cock. He moaned at the vision and the feeling, conflicted with the need to come soon, but wanting this sensuous massage to last. He could not imagine anything more sensational than what she was doing at that very moment. On impulse he pulled his hands, trying to reach her, and groaned at the restraints holding him back. He longed to grasp her head and push her mouth farther down on his straining prick.

She loved the feel of his long shaft and swollen head in her mouth. She happily sucked, licked and bit his thick member. The smooth skin of his cock dragged along her tongue, between her lips. And Donald’s cock was so beautifully shaped and sweet to taste. She felt her pussy pulsing between her thighs, wanting its share of pleasure, too. The nectar freely flowed from her cunt in anticipation. It had been so long since she had been intimate with anyone.

After her failed marriage, she’d been gun-shy for quite some time. After two boyfriends and one casual affair with a submissive woman she was more than ready to enter into a close relationship with Donald. He was everything she desired in a man. She loved to observe him wielding his power in the executive world, she loved managing his daily life and seeing to all his needs, she loved that he was so strong yet dependent on her in so many ways. She sincerely felt happy to fulfill his needs, treat him like royalty. But now, in all things sexually intimate, she was even more pleased that he was willing to submit to her power.

Her cunt ached to feel him buried deep within. She was hot to fuck him and as she pulled her mouth up on his shaft she let it free. Saundra sat up and crouched over his groin. She reached down and positioned his cock to the mouth of her pussy and ever so slowly eased herself down. She relished every inch as she descended his rock hard staff. The intensity of his thick cock stretching her starved cunt nearly stole her breath away! As her pussy neared the base of his shaft Donald moaned and pushed up, as much as his restraints would allow. She road his shaft, slowly, antagonizing him with her tight muscles squeezing and releasing as she moved up and down.

“Oh God, baby, you feel so good!” Donald’s voice cracked. The bonds on his ankles were aggravating as he wanted to thrust up into her. “Fuck me, Saundra! My cock is all yours, fuck me hard!” He was reeling with intense joy of finally being deep inside her, his stiff, straining dick enveloped in her sweet, juicy flesh. “Uhhh…I need to come!”

“Now who’s fit to be tied and begging?” she teased him. “Don’t you dare come, not until I say so.” Saundra continued to slowly stroke him with her pussy, reveling in the feel of him filling her, pressing against her cervix. She leaned toward his face and brushed his lips with her nipples, inviting him to taste her. Moans of delight softly rose from his throat as he greedily licked and sucked her sweet tits. The more enthusiastically he sucked the faster she plunged up and down on his throbbing cock.

“Uhhhh…please!” he growled.

“What, pet?” she whispered.

“Damn it, let me come! Please, Saundra…stop toying with me and let me come!” He groaned long and loud and then bit down hard on her nipple in frustration.

“Fuck!” she cried in pain and slapped his face to release her. Her nipple throbbed but it felt wickedly good. She sat up straight and reached behind her, under his balls to his anus. She pressed on the base of the plug, pushing it in each time she came down on his rod, matching the rhythm of her hips. He gasped and looked up at her in surprise as he’d practically forgotten the plug was still in him. “Then give me your come! Show me what you’ve got for me!”

Donald felt the slender phallus pressing into him, waking virgin nerves and sending jolts of pleasure throughout his ass and groin. He was amazed at the feeling, and nearly giggled at how lewd it seemed that something shoved up his ass could feel this good! Losing himself in this new joy his balls tightened and the semen raced like a torrid river up his shaft, burning all the way. He cried out at the ferocity with which his orgasm exploded and his cum shot out of him. Saundra stopped and remained perfectly still, exhilarated by the feel of his load as it burst into her. She felt his cock spasm with each squirt of his hot, milky fluid, coating her pussy. Donald’s body felt like liquid and he could only lie there, weak but incredibly relieved and extremely happy. He felt her move above him to release his wrists. Then she slid off his softening dick and turned to unfasten his ankle cuffs.

Saundra moved up and lay beside him, gently kissing his cheek. She stroked his sweat soaked hair then caressed his cheek. Pulling his face to look at her she smiled at him. “You’re not done. Get down between my legs and lick my pussy. Make me come with your wonderful tongue, just like I showed you earlier, with my finger.”

“But Saundra, I just came in your…”

“Yes you did and it was sensational, wasn’t it? Now, do as you’re told. Drink our juices dripping from me.” She pulled his arm and he rolled to his side, shaky in his movements, then slid down between her thighs.

He could feel her heat on his face, smell the scent of their lustful union. It was surprisingly intoxicating. Yet part of him felt somewhat embarrassed to drink his own fluids and he hesitated before reaching out with his tongue to taste her. He concentrated on how it felt having his prick inside her as his cum pumped deeply into her. This tangy, salty fluid gracing his tongue was his own essence draining from her tight, sweet hole. He began to slowly lick her. He shuddered, thinking of the orgasm he’d just had and how he wanted to please Saundra, to show her he would give everything to give her ultimate pleasure. As his tongue slid from her pussy mouth up to her clit she pushed herself against his mouth and reached her fingers to her breasts to pinch and play with her nipples. He looked up and watched her for a moment then stretched his arm up to grasp one of her breasts and roughly squeezed it. She moaned and raised her hips and he pinched her nipple harder than she ever could, causing her to gasp. Now he began to lick her with enthusiasm, inspired by her wanton response.

He sucked her clit and pulled on it with his teeth. With his free hand he slid two fingers into her pussy and forcefully thrust them in and out. His face and hand became drenched in their juices. His thoughts turned to her lovely round ass and he pulled his fingers from her cunt to explore her ass hole. With all the fluid running down to her anus it was easy for him to slide a single finger into her and she squealed and bucked her hips up and down. He continued to suck her clit, sometimes thrashing it with the tip of his tongue and soon he felt her stiffen.

“Uhhh…oh, now…I’m going to come. Don’t stop! Ohhh…,” she jerked her ass up and down off the bed, the muscles in her rectum pulling his finger deeper inside. He quickly slipped a second finger into her. “Ohhhhhh!!!! GOD!” she screamed and thrashed against him. Her orgasm rushed over her, consuming her in huge, hot waves. She finally had to push away from him to let her body absorb all the powerful sensations coursing throughout her entire body. He crawled back up beside her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her shivering body.

“Oh, Donald, you did well, very well,” she sighed when she finally caught her breath. She snuggled against him, reveling in the soft vibrations strumming every nerve in her body. They held each other as their breathing calmed. He kissed her forehead and whispered how beautiful and wondrous she was. He was pleasantly surprised that in his heart he accepted he was truly willing to submit to her anytime she desired. As he softly kissed her and gazed into her pretty eyes he happily realized he was falling in love with her.



All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 05



Donald had never imagined he could have spent a more erotically magical weekend than he'd had with Saundra. She'd opened up a whole new world to him and he was awed at how this exciting woman had turned his views and feelings about sex totally upside down. Every loving smile, and even the few disappointed glares, on her face caused his heart to pound with the deepest desire to please whatever she wished and dealt him!

Even when he'd miscalculated and had been treated to his due punishment he was astonished at how open he was to receive it. She made it perfectly clear that his chastisements were meant to be taken as learning experiences, to make himself better for her. Her intentions were never cruel but only to heighten his understanding of how a good sub should behave with his Mistress. Because when he did give and perform exactly as she asked he was more than well rewarded with such exquisite pleasure. Be it sucking or fucking her sweet pussy or luscious breasts, to having her hot mouth suck him dry, it was all so very good. She had a sexual appetite that was not quickly satiated and at times he worried about keeping up with her. But she was generous and loving and she managed the tempo of their exploits quite sweetly.

They spent their daytime hours browsing boutiques and art galleries, taking in a romantic movie where he held her hand like a love-struck teenager, and dining out for breakfast and lunch. He was able to draw her out and got to hear about her childhood and teenage years. She was hesitant about discussing her previous marriage but he understood it had not been a happy one. She was not yet willing to divulge that her ex was now his business foe.

In fact, she could feel herself nervously tighten up inside just thinking about Donald having any dealings with Martin, the lawyer in Chicago that he'd thought was such a little shit. Saundra was sadly surprised and angry that Martin could still have an ugly influence over her. She had thought that part of her life was put to rest, but it had merely been dormant within her. 

Sunday night they laid curled up together in bed and Saundra had told him of her last lover, a submissive woman. Over the weekend he had been honest and open with her regarding his past relationships. He had very few, marrying his college sweetheart and living a pleasant but reserved life. He had been badly hurt when his wife had trouble dealing with her infertility and shutting him out. His romantic life after his marriage had been nothing more than a few flings to take the edge off his sexual needs.

"I met Cassie at my last job. We were both Executive Assistants, she worked for the VP and I worked for the Marketing Director. She was very pretty with a sweet disposition. She was the type of person who could roll with anything thrown at her, I learned a lot from her. We used to hang out a lot, after work and on the weekends. One night we were at her place and had quite a bit to drink. I told her about my ex-husband, got quite emotional, since I was pretty loose from all the wine I'd had. But I needed to vent and she just held me and comforted me. It seemed like I'd sobbed for hours, but finally I calmed down and we just sat on her couch, me clutching onto her and she gently holding me."

Donald hugged her to him, she had her head resting on his chest and their legs were entangled. Saundra listened to his heartbeat and felt soothed and relaxed. She felt safe and content in his arms. She was still a bit surprised that he had accepted everything, the bondage, the spankings, the teasing and denial. She had never dominated a man before but she'd given it much thought before she'd met Donald. After Martin, she could not think of herself in a submissive role ever again. Especially after all she'd learned from being with Cassie. Gentle Cassie, who'd loved her and let Saundra discover and learn her power of dominance. Donald stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head.

"At one point I looked up at Cassie and she kissed me. Initially, I was quite shocked but it felt so warm and loving that I couldn't pull away. I needed to be touched, to be loved so badly. Cassie was...well, she was so giving. Our kiss turned passionate and it was pretty awesome to feel our tongues play, being two females. I'd never been intimate with a woman before. Her hand reached down to my breast and cupped it and all I could think of was how I wanted her to feel my naked tits. So I pulled back, sat up, and took my shirt and bra off. She kissed me again and moved slowly down my throat. I could feel her hand underneath my breast, holding it up to her mouth. God, when she sucked my nipple, I just melted! The way her tongue toyed with it as she sucked...oh." Saundra shivered at the memory.

Donald shifted a bit, his cock growing with each word of Saundra's tale of female seduction. She smiled as she felt it pressing against her tummy. Even his breathing had deepened. She continued with her story.

"Soon, I had her shirt off and was sucking her dainty breasts, so different than my own. I was amazed at how wonderful it felt to have her soft flesh in my mouth, my tongue rousing her nipples into erection. We were both getting pretty hot so we went to her bedroom. She was my same height and we stood by her bed holding each other, my huge breasts pushing against her small ones, almost as if they were overpowering her. She released me and kissed her way down my belly then she pulled my shorts down and got down on her knees. I stood there feeling so awkward when all of a sudden I felt her lips pressed against my mons, her hands cradling my ass cheeks. I felt a little panicky, but excited, too. In the back of my mind I was thinking that good girls don't do this! It's not right! But it felt so natural, so good, I couldn't make myself stop her." Saundra rolled onto her back, away from Donald, but left her legs pressed against his. She glanced down and saw the sheet raised up from his hard-on. She giggled softly.

"Cassie kissed and licked my thighs, then my knees to my shins, then my feet. I stood there a bit shocked, thinking, 'My God, she's kissing my feet!' I felt so embarrassed and leaned down to urge her back up to her feet but she shrugged me off and continued. She kissed and licked my ankles, then the tops of my feet to my toes. It was as if she was worshiping me in some way and I felt humbled but thrilled at the same time." Saundra paused and sighed heavily, lost in her memory of that night.

"Then she looked up at me and whispered for me to lie down on her bed, punctuating her request with an almost desperate sounding 'please'. I was sort of dazed as I looked down at her, this yearning in her eyes that I'd never experienced with a man before. I was very excited, loving the feel of her lips and tongue caressing my skin. I stretched out on the bed and she crouched over me, sucking and softly biting all over my breasts. She moaned about how good they tasted and felt. Then she played with my nipples and I nearly went crazy! You know how much I love that, Donald! I grabbed her hair in my fist and pulled her face up to mine because I wanted to feel my tongue in her mouth. I even flashed on the thought of my tongue fucking her mouth and when we kissed she moaned and squirmed against my body. My pussy was twitching and I suddenly wanted, needed her to suck it. Strangely, I felt it was my right to push her down between my legs and I told her to lick my cunt. I was surprised by my boldness, but even more surprised that she said, 'Oh, yes' so enthusiastically and went straight down."

"Cassie buried her face between my legs and I have to admit, she was an artist at sucking pussy. I had never felt such a wildly enjoyable sensation as what that girl could do with her lips, teeth, and tongue. I played with my tits, pinching my nipples. It wasn't very long before she had me built up and my orgasm just crashed over me like a tidal wave! I just screamed and fucked her mouth with my cunt as hard as I could. When I began to calm down she rested her head on my tummy and tucked her arms against the sides of my torso and whispered, 'I love you, Mistress'. I thought that was so sweet but was in a fog of selfish pleasure and her words didn't really sink in right away. She crawled up beside me and we drifted off to sleep. In the early morning, when it was still dark, we both woke up and began kissing. Our love making started all over again. Cassie wanted to pleasure me and was unconcerned for herself. It was as if she not only wanted but needed to do this for me. That's when I realized what she meant by calling me Mistress. That's when we began our D/s relationship. She let me use her to learn how to be a Domme. She relished every moment. I cherished every moment. It was incredible." Saundra sighed and rolled back toward Donald to snuggle against him.

"Did you love her? Why aren't you still with her?" Donald prompted her for more of her story.

"Yes, I did love her. She was warm and kind, eager to please. She was incredibly sexy even when I punished her. She favored the flogger. When we played I would whip her with it, she loved the stinging kisses on her pussy lips and clit. That could easily send her off into an orgasm and I had to teach her self-control, to learn to feel the flogger but not come until I allowed it. I loved watching her writhe and hearing her beg me to let her come. But even with all the pleasure we shared, I still missed being with a man. After about three months we invited a mutual friend to join us one night. Although Cassie wasn't very happy about it, she didn't have much choice because it was what I wanted. And she wanted whatever pleased me. God, it felt so good to suck on his cock and feel it in my pussy! A real, raging hard cock! I even made her suck on his cock for a while, before he fucked me. While she did that I fucked her ass with a strap-on, spanking her ass as I told her what a dirty girl she was, and made her come very hard. Later she told me how humiliated she felt sucking it, knowing it would be in my cunt and she was jealous of him touching me in any way. But I could see in her eyes that my watching her submit to this man, knowing it had turned me on so much, made her very excited. Even though she tried to deny it, she was very aroused because I was pleased with her behavior and obedience to me. I was so proud of her fulfilling my wishes."

Saundra shifted to her back again and absent-mindedly stroked Donald's cock. It was so thick and smooth. She loved the feel of it as she gripped it with her fingers and very gently pumped his shaft. She envisioned Cassie sucking on it, the slight distress in her eyes at having a man's prick in her mouth. Saundra felt the juices seeping from her cunt, aroused by telling Donald about this part of her life.

"Anyway, despite Cassie's reluctance I had this gentleman continue to join us on occasion. Cassie was an extremely satisfying lover and an obedient sub, no matter what I wanted to try with her. But I couldn't help long for a man's cock. After about six months with her, she finally could not suffer with the anger and jealousy she felt and one night we had a long talk. She cried, saying she had tried so hard to accept that I needed a man as well as her. But she just couldn't continue. She wanted things to be strictly between us. She sat at my feet and hugged my legs, just sobbing. She said she only wanted my happiness and realized that she could not completely fulfill my needs. Now it was my turn to hold and comfort her, just as she had with me so many months before. I felt so badly, I had not meant to hurt her. She was in love with me and wanted a monogamous relationship. Yet, she was right; I needed and wanted a man, a heterosexual relationship. I loved her, emotionally, mentally, and physically. But I couldn't help that I could not commit to a lesbian relationship."

"That must have been so difficult. Knowing you, that's the last thing you'd want is to hurt anyone." Donald sympathized with her. He rolled to his side to face her and softly caressed her face. He pressed his engorged member against her thigh. Although her story was ending on a sad note, he couldn't stop himself from envisioning another woman sucking Saundra's huge breasts and licking her sweet cunt. The image had made him intensely horny.

"Well, I quit my job soon after she and I split up. I couldn't stand her sadness. I felt so guilty. That's when I moved out here to Seattle, and a few months later started to work for you. How about that...finding you here, helping you discover something new and wonderful." She smiled at him. He leaned to her and kissed her. His hand went to her breasts and he played for a while until she pushed his hand away and got up to straddle him. Saundra held his hands above his head and impaled herself on his rigid dick. The pain of hurting Cassie was still inside her so she fucked him hard, trying to assuage that wound in her heart. She felt him flinch and saw his expression soften. "Don't you come yet! Wait for me, I'm not ready. Hold it, or you'll earn a good paddling," she panted from her exertions. She released his hands but he continued to hold them over his head, his fingers gripped into tight fists as he concentrated on restraining his orgasm. Saundra sat upright and drove her cunt up and down his shaft. She reached down and felt his slippery cock with her fingers, her pussy mouth sucking him in and out. Then she played with her clit and the harder she fucked him the harder she wiggled and pinched her swollen nub. Her climax grew up from the pit of her womb and just as it peaked she whispered for Donald to come with her.

They both moaned loudly, their voices sweet music, filling the room. He grunted with each burst deep inside her pulsing cunt. She threw her head back and tears trailed down her temples into her hair, her orgasm somewhat bittersweet. Donald felt incredibly good inside her, his dick jerking as his cum spewed into her. Yet she found herself suddenly longing for Cassie's sweet touch again. As their orgasms subsided she laid on top of him and daydreamed of what it might have been like having Cassie in her bed, with Donald. 



All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 06



Over the next few weeks there was an almost palpable change in the atmosphere at work. Donald was considerably more relaxed and his employees enjoyed working in a calmer environment. Although Donald and Saundra were relatively discreet, the office workers knew something was going on between them and hoped whatever she was doing for him didn’t stop. If they had asked him, he would have been in complete agreement with their sentiments!

At the office Saundra maintained her professionalism. She noticed the way folks looked at her and whispered amongst themselves. Glancing around the office she would grin to herself. If these people only knew what was going on between her and Donald there’d be some slack-jawed, eye-popping expressions on their faces! She liked the changes in Donald. He was still powerful and persuasive in his dealings but had become more amiable with the office workers.

The big deal with a group of Japanese business men and the financial institute in Chicago was coming to a close. Donald was more than ready to get the final contracts signed and sealed. He was tired of having to put up with the crap from Martin Cook. That lawyer’s cocky attitude was incredibly obnoxious. He half-heartedly wondered if a good whipping from Saundra would put the weasel in his place. But he had no desire to share his new-found love with anyone, let alone with that creep. Donald had noticed a slightly tense air about Saundra whenever Martin’s name came up. He was mildly puzzled about it, but didn’t dwell on it thinking she was just reacting to his own negative vibes about the lawyer.

It was Friday and it had been a long week for her. Although she knew Donald was hoping they’d spend the evening together all she really wanted to do was just go home and zone out for a while. She needed some downtime to relax without having to think of job or personal responsibilities or of what to do with Donald. She needed “Saundra time”. Just as she was wrapping things up for the day the phone rang and she begrudgingly answered.

“Parsons Incorporated,” she tersely answered. She pulled her message book open as she knew he would not want to take a call just before he was about to leave.

“Hello, Miss Williams, this is Miss Tanaka. Mr. Yoshima would like to speak with Mr. Parsons, please.” Saundra looked up to see Donald just coming out of his office, briefcase in hand. She pressed the mute button and told him who was calling.

“Crap, what the hell time is it in Tokyo? Must be 8:30, already. They work late, don’t they? Just hand me your phone.” Donald sighed and listened for a moment. “Mr. Yoshima, nice to hear from you…hm, mmmm. Yes. You want to meet here? Oh, I see…that’s fine. Yes, I have accommodations to hold the meeting at my office. All right, then I will see you here on Wednesday at…” Donald paused and pointed to the appointment book on Saundra’s desk. She opened it to Wednesday and pointed to the first available time. “…11:00 a.m. Is that suitable? Good, I look forward to seeing you and your associates then. Good bye.” He handed the receiver to Saundra. “Seems Mr. Yoshima’s wife wants to join him and have a little vacation. They want to go down to San Francisco after the meeting on Wednesday. He said he’s already arranged for the folks at Monaker Financial to meet him here, instead of in Chicago. But, I guess if they are eager enough to get the deal done they don’t mind meeting the buyers here. Whatever works. I just want to put this baby to bed.”

Saundra was in a slight turmoil. Now that the meeting place had been changed to Seattle that would mean Martin would be there with his clients. She couldn’t believe this turn of events! It was bad enough that he was involved, but to have him physically in Seattle, to have to be near him suddenly put her in a quandary. All the time she had spent getting over their relationship seemed to mean nothing. She felt frustrated with herself that she was still allowing Martin to influence her feelings in any way.

Throughout Donald’s dealings with him she’d only had to speak with Martin long enough to put him on hold then transfer him to Donald. Every time he had called she had kept her voice steady and reserved, even though her stomach turned and her anger flared. All she could think of was him standing over her ravaged and beaten body cruelly berating her that she was merely a whore for his clients. His voice had stung her with angry sarcasm that she was nothing, a nobody, and her only purpose was to be used by anyone he deemed would gain him a higher position in life.

“Is everything ok?” Donald’s soft voice broke into her thoughts. “You look a bit pale.” Although she tried to hide it he noticed the anxious look on her face. He felt concerned and wished she would confide in him.

“Oh, yes. I’m fine, just tired.” Saundra couldn’t even look at him. What would he think of her whoring herself, even though under duress, to Martin’s clients to increase his business and social status? She wondered why she was feeling a melt down in her self-confidence. She knew Donald respected and cherished her. But if he found out what she’d been through she considered that he might view her in a less esteemed light. The phone rang again, startling her. She answered as Donald stood there and waited.

“Hello, Ms. Williams, this is Martin Cook. Is Mr. Parsons available?” Martin quietly waited for her response. Each time he heard her voice he was reminded of his ex-wife, his beautiful, ungrateful Saundra. He had been furious the night he’d come home early and found her packing to leave him. In the years that followed their divorce he was upset that he’d gone crazy in his rage. But that stemmed more from the fact that a weakness had been revealed to her, rather than always being her self-controlled master.

He did not try to get her back, sure that she would come crawling to him, begging him to let her return. How could she live on her own, after having everything she needed provided for her? When he was served with divorce papers he justified his loss of her by believing she was an ungrateful bitch who had never been good enough for him anyway. Although his clients were unaware of his maneuvers they had enjoyed his lovely wife in any fashion they cared. In the back of his mind he was convinced she enjoyed being a whore and fucking any man to whom he directed her. This, in turn, caused him to feel disgusted with her thinking of the different cocks that had used her pussy, mouth and ass. Sometimes he’d watched in secret and he would become so horny he’d fuck her hard and furious as soon as she was alone. But he’d always thought of her as a used, dirty body merely to get where he wanted in life, and to vent his own sexual needs upon.

Martin wasn’t sure where she had settled but could not imagine that she’d gone very far from Chicago. He had thought so little of her he had no idea of her inner strength. He would have been surprised that she might have done well for herself, or dared to move away from her hometown, let alone to another state. Of course he had no way of knowing that she’d taken back her maiden name, either. Since their divorce he’d had a few girlfriends, but none so easily manipulated to bend her to his will, as Saundra had. If he’d had the time he would have found himself some pretty, unknowing, middle-class bitch whom he could mold to his needs. But after Saundra had left him he’d become absorbed in his work and built it into a highly respectable law practice, specializing in corporate law.

“Ms. Williams? May I speak with Mr. Parsons?” he prompted, his voice was deep and unemotional. She looked up at Donald and switched the phone on mute and told him it was Martin.

“Hell, just how I want to start my weekend. I’ll take this in my office. God knows how long that idiot will want to discuss things. You go ahead and leave, I’ll call you at home later, if that’s ok with you.”

“Sure.” Saundra waited for Donald to be seated at his desk then transferred the call. She shut down her computer, grabbed her belongings and quickly left for home. She couldn’t get there fast enough, to her safe haven. She needed to regroup and deal with her turbulent thoughts and emotions, relieved to have the night alone.

Donald watched as she hurried out of the office. He distinctly had the feeling something was wrong. He felt disappointed that they weren’t going to be together later, and was even more so because he knew she was disturbed by something. But not wanting to push her he gave her the space she insisted on. They’d learned a lot about each other over the past few of weeks. Her intelligence, sweetness, and sense of humor enchanted him. He was falling in love with everything about her, mentally, emotionally, as well as physically. She treated him like a king, that is, until they were in the bedroom. Then he was her most willing servant eager to please in whichever way she chose. Even on the nights when they just cuddled and drifted off to sleep he was joyfully content to wrap his arms around her and dream together. Donald felt this might be a night when simply relaxing in each others arms may have eased her anxiety.

They had so many interests in common such as books, music, favored sports, even their outlook on current events to their philosophy on life. Donald wanted to tell her he was head over heals in love with her but he held back. He knew in his heart she was the one for him, his soul mate. But he didn’t want to scare her off. It seemed that Saundra was holding part of herself in check as at times she was reserved with him. He needed to be patient and let her come to terms with her feelings toward him. Donald knew she was deeply fond of him, hoped it was the beginnings of love, and he didn’t want to chance extinguishing that flame.

“Hello Martin, I suppose you’ve already spoken with Mr. Yoshima.”

“Yes. Seems his wife is pulling the strings to get in some sightseeing. Interesting that a Japanese man would let his wife dictate his plans. I thought the men in that culture always ruled the roost, so to speak,” Martin feigned amusement, but his laugh sounded sarcastic. When Donald remained silent Martin cleared his throat and continued, “Ed Nelson wasn’t too pleased. But he and his partners are ready to get it over with. They have their minds on other matters and are anxious to liquidate some of their assets.”

“That’s fine. I’ll have everything ready to go on Wednesday. The meeting is set for 11:00 a.m. We’ll be meeting in my office conference room.” Donald fidgeted with a pen on his desk, his mind still on Saundra.

“Sounds good, Don. I’ll be flying in on Tuesday. How about we go out to dinner?” Martin asked. Donald frowned, not really wanting to spend casual time with this man.

“All right. I’ll fax the final documents to you on Monday. Then on Tuesday night we can go over them at dinner,” Donald conceded.

“You know, Don, it’s been a while since I’ve had a chance to get away from work. I thought I’d come by your office right from the airport, my plane lands at 3:30, and we could review the contracts then. I’d like to just go out to dinner and relax, not have to think about business for a few hours. Would that work for you?” Martin pressed him.

“I’ll check my calendar for Tuesday and get back with you. Listen, I’ve got to go. I’ll talk with you on Monday.” Donald’s tense voice revealed his impatience to get Martin off the phone. He stood up and rested his finger on the disconnect button.

“Sure. Take it easy,” Martin replied and signed off. He sensed Donald’s reluctance to having dinner and he smiled to himself. Donald had been very much in command of the entire deal, so far, and Martin had resented that. So any chance he had to make Donald uncomfortable was an opportunity to make himself feel less intimidated by the hard-assed businessman.

Donald tried calling Saundra when he arrived home but only got her answering machine. He left a message then went to make a drink. Her demeanor when she left the office bothered him. He called her twice more throughout the evening but she never picked up. He wondered where she could be and his imagination played with him. She was so distracted and rushed from the office earlier. Was it possible she was out with another man? He quickly squashed the thought as she was fairly solitary and he felt their relationship was exclusive. But he was so much older than she was and sometimes he worried that he wasn’t enough for her, that she might feel he was lacking in some way. On his last message to her he said that they needed to meet at the office at 10 a.m. to go over the papers and make sure everything was in order. Then he went to bed, enduring a restless night alone.

The next day he found Saundra at the office before him. She was just getting his PC booted up when he walked into the office. He stood and watched her for a few moments and she seemed like her usual self. She smiled at him as he entered and came around the desk to hug and kiss him.

“Good morning, darling! We can sit at your desk and go over everything. There was a fax from Mr. Yoshima this morning with a few changes in the contract verbiage, but I don’t think it will be any trouble as far as the settlement goes.” Saundra pulled away from him to move a chair next to his behind the desk. During her night she had tried to convince herself to stop borrowing worry over seeing Martin again. She braved the idea that she would deal with things in a courteous but cool manner and just keep her distance from him. Donald was relieved by her calm manner. She was wearing a low-cut, pale blue tee shirt that hugged her large breasts. Her jeans were just tight enough to show off her round hips and plump ass. The last thing on his mind was working on the contract; he badly wanted to touch and play with her body, instead! “Here, sit down. I’ll get us some coffee.” He watched her saunter from his office, admiring her wonderful, round butt cheeks.

As they sat at his desk he found it difficult to concentrate. Her fragrance was so light he had to lean closely to smell her, and he could not get enough. His gaze kept drifting from the computer screen to her smooth neck, down her chest, and into the creamy cleavage his view afforded. His hands ached to touch her, his tongue thirsted for her. Every now and then she sat back and smiled at him, redirecting his attention to the matters at hand. He wished she would just give him a signal to let him caress her. He reached out and gently let his fingers graze across the back of her neck.

“Did I give you permission to touch me?” her voice was suddenly low and firm. Donald jerked his fingers from her as if he’d just been burned. Without another word Saundra got up and went out to her desk, bringing back a ball of string and scissors. “Pull out your penis, present it to me.” He hesitated and she sighed impatiently. “Now!” she yelled. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his dick out, not sure whether his embarrassment was that he was only semi-hard or the fact that it was beginning to swell at all. “Put both of your hands around it. I’ll show you how to keep your hands to yourself, literally.”

He wrapped his right hand around his shaft and felt flustered that it was quickly becoming erect. Then he wrapped his left hand over his right. Saundra held the loose end of the string in one hand and deftly looped it around his hands several times, imprisoning his cock in his palms. Once she felt he was secure she used the scissors to cut the string from the ball, the steel blades flashed menacingly, and tied the two loose ends tightly together. She took the string and scissors back to her desk then returned to stand over him and look down at his crotch, noticing the head of his cock sticking out of his cupped hands.

“Look at you, show off!” She lightly brushed his crown with her fingertip and watched him close his eyes. “You’re pretty proud of your prick, aren’t you?” The tiny drop of dew on the tip of his cock confirmed his excitement but she decided he needed another demonstration of her dominance over him. She scratched his sensitive skin with her nails and he moaned, not sure if he wanted to pull away or thrust towards her. Saundra unbuckled his belt and pulled it free from the loops, folding it in half. “Stand up.” He was quick to obey and she pulled his pants down to his legs. “Turn around and bend over the desk, stick that sweet ass out for me. You forgot yourself and I am not pleased at all. Not at all, Donald.”

“Saundra,” he whispered but she shoved him face down against the desk. He would find no mercy with her. She slid her palm over his ass to the small off his back to hold him still then sharply whacked his cheeks with the belt. The air was immediately forced from his lungs at the feel of the leather burning his skin.

“What is the golden rule, Donald?” she asked as she landed another blow to his pale ass. He flinched but had no room to squirm away. He could only lie there and involuntarily press his cheeks together.

“No hands!” he grunted as the strap smacked against him again. His grip momentarily tightened around his shaft and the pleasure of it caught him off guard.

“When are you allowed to touch me?” she slapped his ass again pleased with the pale shade of pink spreading across his skin.

“Ugh! Only when you give your permission!” he groaned loudly as he felt the leather bite into his tender flesh. His hands squeezed around his cock with each smack of the belt. He could feel the heat of each blow spread to his balls and groin. The pain of her chastisement mingled with the sensation of his hands gripping and releasing his shaft caused him uncomfortable pleasure. His mind flashed on the thought of this taking place during regular business hours with the employees there, possibly the blinds slightly open that someone might chance upon the view. His arousal grew and he felt his scrotum tighten up in anticipation of having an orgasm.

“That’s right, you bad, horny boy!” Saundra struck him again. The sight of thick welts just barely rising excited her. She paused and reached between his legs and felt his cockhead. The precum oozed onto her fingertips and she wiped them on his sack then squeezed his balls. He cried out and pushed his hips down. “You want to come, don’t you? But this is punishment, not for your pleasure!” She slashed his ass hard with the belt one final time as she did not want him to let him go over the edge and climax. “Now, sit back down and let’s get our work done.” She dropped his belt on the desk and sat in her seat. His ass was bright pink and she reached out and pinched his right cheek. He jerked away from her then turned around. She laughed and patted the seat of his chair.

He was so close to coming he couldn’t think straight. The burning pain of his ass only caused him to be increasingly turned on as his hands held his rock hard dick. He eased down into his chair grateful for the soft, cool leather soothing his tender skin. Saundra proceeded to review where they had left off as if nothing had happened. But he felt exasperated and wondered if she had continued the beating if he’d have climaxed from the lash of his belt on his flesh. He almost asked her for more, just so he could find out!

Finally, at noon they were finished and she printed out the necessary documents. She untied his hands and shoved his cock back into his pants. The feel of her hands on his shaft made Donald want to grind against her fingers as they pressed him back into his pants. She pulled the fly of his zipper up and buttoned his waist band closed.

“Time for lunch! I’ve brought a picnic for us. We can sit on the carpet and enjoy the beautiful view from your windows.” Saundra stood up and stretched, easing her back muscles. Donald relished the way her breasts lifted and bulged from the top of her tee shirt as she lifted her arms above her head. He wondered what it would be like to have her in that position, her hands captured above her head, even her feet secured wide apart. Ah, to have her helpless and at his will. He would delight over every inch of her! As she walked out to her desk he could feel his cock throbbing. As much as he enjoyed her dominance over him he couldn’t repress his fantasies of taking her and teasing her into ecstasy.




All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 06



Saundra returned with a large paper bag and a blanket. She turned her back to him as she spread the blanket on the carpet, bending at the waist to give him a nice view of her ass. Then she went to the opposite side and pulled the edges to straighten it out, letting him see her breasts hanging heavily. He caught a glimpse of her lacy blue bra and smiled. She was such a tease and he loved it. She kneeled on the blanket and unpacked cold fried chicken, potato salad, fresh fruit, and two bottles of water. He had to admit he was famished, not having eaten dinner the night before and went to join her on the floor.

Saundra stood up as he gingerly seated himself and pulled off her tee shirt. He sat there gaping as she opened her jeans and kicked her sandals from her feet then slid the jeans from her waist. She slowly inched them over her hips and ass then down her legs. His heart raced to see her lovely, naked cunt. Saundra stepped out of her jeans and gracefully sat down, crossed-legged, in front of him. Her flushed pussy lips were slightly open, exposed to him. Reaching behind her she unhooked her bra as her breasts stuck out at him and pulled it from her body. He stared at her, barely able to contain himself from grabbing and fucking her! As she handed him a paper plate and napkin he leaned over and stole a kiss making her giggle. Saundra dished out the potato salad and placed a piece of chicken on each of their plates.

“Do you have a fork?” he asked looking down at his plate. He could barely stand it, feeling his cock straining inside his pants.

“Do we need a fork?” she asked and held her plate towards him. “I thought you would feed me, with your fingers.” She noted the look of surprise on his face and smiled. “I’m starving, be a good boy and feed me.” He scooped up some salad on his fingertips and she opened her mouth to him as he slid the food in, her lips closed around his fingers as he pulled them out. She chewed and swallowed and he could see the movements of her throat, thinking of her drinking his cum. Then she picked up a drumstick and held it to his mouth to let him take a bite of the tender flesh. They hand fed each other, licking and sucking on each others fingers after each morsel.

Saundra opened the container of fruit. She picked a large, dark red strawberry and sensuously played with it with her tongue and lips. He could almost feel her tongue on the head of his cock, teasing him in the same manner. He watched with heated desire as she placed the berry to the mouth of her pussy and teased herself with it, slipping it in and out. Then she brought it up to his mouth and told him to lick but not bite it. Donald moaned as he tasted her juices on the rough seeds of the skin. It was all he could do to keep his hands to himself and not bite the strawberry. She leaned close, her mouth to his, the berry suspended between their lips, and bit into it. The sweet-tart juice dripped on their lips and ran down onto her voluptuous tits. She ate the berry then took a piece of cantaloupe and rubbed it on each nipple.

“Lick my chin and nipples clean.” She sighed happily, feeling his tongue on her skin. Looking down to his crotch she reached over and lightly rubbed him with her hand. “You’re such a nasty boy. Can’t even control yourself. Your hands are constantly getting you into trouble,” she whispered and squeezed his bulge as he licked and sucked her erect buds. “I bet you’d like to fuck me right now, wouldn’t you? Especially with me on my knees so you could look down at my ass and watch it slide in and out of my juicy cunt.”

“Oh, God, yes please,” he groaned against her sweet, sticky tit. “Please, Saundra, let me make you come with my cock,” he said as he slurped her tits.

“Yes, I’ll let you make me come.” She laid back on the floor and spread her legs. Donald quickly got to his knees and opened his pants. His hands were trembling with excitement as he pulled out his swollen prick. “Not with your cock. Make me come with your mouth.” He stared at her barely believing what she’d just said. His cock was straining in its skin, precum dripping from the tip, drooling for her cunt. “You heard me, get down and suck my cunt, make me come with your fabulous tongue. Do it now, Donald.”

He sighed heavily aching to fuck her. He slowly lowered himself between her soft, pale thighs and kissed them. His tongue met her smooth labia and he inhaled deeply, smelling her scent mixed with the strawberry fragrance. He opened his mouth to take her in and glided the tip of his tongue up and down her slit. Saundra moaned with delight and pushed her cunt hard against his mouth. He alternated flicking and sucking her clit. He could feel her orgasm build, her pussy lips swollen against his mouth. She thrust her hips up and down and then cried out as her climax burst from deep within. It thrilled Donald to feel her pussy lips throb against his mouth and he moaned loudly with his lips pressed to her flesh. After a few minutes Saundra relaxed and her ass settled to the floor. This is what she had needed to drive away the horrible memories of Martin’s abuse. Donald was so tender and loving she melted with his touch. He was the man she needed, wanted.

“Oh baby, you have become so good with that mouth and tongue. I’m pleased at how quickly you’ve grasped the art of orally pleasuring me.” She pushed herself up to sit in front of him. He couldn’t take his eyes of her glistening pussy wanting to bury his thick staff deep within her tight cunt. She reached over and began to stroke him, pumping hard and fast. “Come for me, let me see it gush from your big cock.” Donald closed his eyes and shuddered not being able to stop his quickly rising orgasm. He opened his eyes just as it shot out of his dick and watched her catch the thick, milky fluid in the container of fruit. When his climax subsided he felt relief but not satisfaction wishing she had allowed him to come inside of her.

“Let’s enjoy our dessert. Here, you take the first bite,” she said as she held up a strawberry dripping with his thick cream to his lips. He took it into his mouth and sucked it before chewing. Then he smiled at her as she took a piece of cum covered melon and delicately licked it, visually teasing him with her tongue all over the fruit. They finished the rest of the fruit, seductively feeding each other. “Well, we need to clean this up. I’ve got some things to do before we go out tonight.”

“Saundra,” Donald whispered as he pulled her into his arms. “You are so wonderful. I lo…” he caught himself in mid-sentence. “Saundra, I adore you.”

“And I adore you, too, Donald. I feel so happy with you.” She held him tightly. They both knew what he had started to say. But she wasn’t sure she was ready to hear it yet. She was deeply fond of him, he pleased her in so many ways. Yet she wasn’t sure she was able speak of love. 

Donald had tickets to Aida for that night and had been looking forward to taking Saundra to her first opera. When he picked her up at her apartment he was almost bowled over by how beautiful she looked. She had felt sinfully guilty at what her gown had cost, but it was well worth the look on Donald’s face when she opened the door for him. Her dress was simple but elegant. It was full length, black, and strapless, showing off her creamy neck and shoulders. Her breasts rose slightly above the top of the dress which gently draped down her body, hinting at her nicely rounded hips and ass. She wore small diamond studs in her ears and a dainty, antique necklace with small teardrop diamonds that she’d inherited from her grandmother.

“You’re one class act, you know that, Ms. Williams?” Donald grinned at her.

“Why, thank you, Mr. Parsons. You clean up pretty well, yourself. You look absolutely dashing in that tuxedo!” she smiled as she pulled the door closed behind her. During the ride to the opera she rested her hand on his thigh, just close enough to his crotch to cause him very intriguing thoughts. But she did not grant him the pleasure of her touch on the bulge filling his pants. ‘Let him simmer in his desire for a while,’ she mused.

Saundra was quite captivated with the splendor around her as they entered the concert hall. All the ladies and gentlemen were decked out in their finest, drinking wine or cocktails and mingling. She and Donald sipped champagne and commented on their observations of the folks surrounding them. The crowd was so diverse and she giggled at Donald’s sardonic assessments of various people. A soft bell chimed signaling folks to be seated. When they entered their box they were politely greeted by an older couple who had the seats in front of them. Once the lights dimmed and the curtain rose she was completely captured by the story of Aida unfolding on the stage.

Throughout the performance Saundra’s hand rested on Donald’s lap. He would feel her fingers intermittently float across his crotch and his penis swelled and dissipated during the evening, causing him to shift now and then with anticipation. It was difficult for him to fully concentrate on the performance on stage between her soft caresses and his still tender ass cheeks. Towards the end, when a particularly rousing aria rose with dramatic intensity, Saundra leaned over and kissed Donald.

“I’m going to fuck you, tonight,” she whispered in his ear. “I have something new for you. But first, get down on your knees and lick my pussy, now.” He pulled away from her, his eyes widened. He was shocked by her request but his mind was also buzzing with what she meant by something “new” for him. He glanced at the couple in front of them frantically thinking there was no way he could do anything unnoticed. They would surely sense or hear something and look back to discover what he was doing. Donald suddenly felt his scalp stinging from where her fingers pulled on his hair. He looked back into her eyes and realized she was completely serious in her command.

Donald eased down from his chair and positioned himself on his knees in front of her, raising the hem of her dress up from her sexy ankles to her full hips. Saundra opened her legs and shifted her hips toward him and he was instantly turned on at the sight of her naked pussy. He nervously looked behind him to confirm that their box mates were still fully absorbed on the stage then pushed his face between her thighs. He gripped her dress in his fists as his tongue caressed her slit. The soprano sang so sweetly as the orchestra music swelled. He pressed his tongue to her pussy lips and tasted her hot flesh. She was so soft and wet, her honey seeping from her cunt. His heart was pounding imagining the other couple perceiving something going on and turning to find him performing his own act, lewd and indecent. Yet his cock hardened and throbbed with a mind of its own, signaled by the feel and taste of Saundra on his tongue and lips. Obeying her wishes at the risk of public humiliation, not to mention the possibility of getting arrested, was such an incredible rush! He couldn’t stop himself and licked her with enthusiasm.

Saundra was elated with his acquiescence to her demand! It was such a wicked thrill to see him down before her in this prim, refined setting, feeling his marvelous tongue performing such a licentious pursuit. Her heart raced with wild abandon. The music and soprano seemed to serenade her, intensifying the emotions swirling within her. After only a few moments she gasped and held her hand to her mouth as she felt the crescendo of her orgasm reaching its peak. She had been watching the stage and noticed the woman in front of her react to the soft gasp, beginning to turn her head around. Saundra yanked her dress from Donald’s hands and threw it over his head and was thankful for the darkness in their box; although she’d never admit that to Donald. She was barely able to maintain her composure as the woman smiled at her and turned back around. Saundra wanted to scream, sure her voice would match the resonant vocals and music rising up from the stage!

The performance ended and as the couple in front of them joined in the applause Saundra felt a quite giddy. She clapped and softly laughed, imagining the accolades were for her and Donald. Before the lights came up she pulled her gown away from him and motioned for him to get up. He stood with her, clapping, barely able to catch his breath. He felt light headed from what they had just done! Saundra’s penchant for public places gave him the most thrilling experiences he’d ever known. He could only stare into her warm, sparkling eyes, a loving smile on his lips. She was his emancipator from his once mundane life and he cherished her with his whole being. The couple in the front seats turned to leave and paused to look at Donald and Saundra. The woman had an odd expression on her face as she gazed at them. The performance on stage had been beautiful but the look of ecstatic bliss on their faces belied more than what met her eyes. ‘How romantic,’ she thought to herself as she followed her husband out of the box.

Saundra and Donald both burst out laughing, exhilarated and feeling especially naughty by what they had just gotten away with. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard feeling her press against his body. It felt so wonderful to have his strong arms around her she wished they were already home so she could stay in his safe embrace. She felt proud of him in so many ways but the way he submitted to her was such a moving show of his devotion and love for her. There, she’d thought it…his love for her. That caused her slight unease. But not wanting to curb the happiness of the moment she pushed any trepidation to the back of her mind and tightly held his hand as they made their way out of the concert hall.

“That was wonderful, Donald. I wasn’t sure I’d like the opera, not sure I’d understand the plot since they didn’t sing in English. It was a beautiful story, very romantic and touching. Of course, the finale was exquisite!” She smiled at him as she caressed his face.

Donald chuckled as he maneuvered out of the traffic. All he could think about was how exciting she was and was grateful his tuxedo jacket kept the secret of his engorged cock as they had left. He was penis had begun to soften as the walked to the car, but was now beginning to grow again. He was anxious to get her home and make love with her. He was hoping tonight would be a quiet one, just enjoying each others’ bodies and holding her close to him. He would do whatever she asked, but he felt somewhat subdued and longed to have soft, slow sex with her. He only wanted concentrate on how his cock filled her tight pussy, to hold her and whisper how wonderful and beautiful she was.

When they arrived at the condo Donald quietly followed Saundra to the bedroom. He unzipped the back of her gown and helped her step out of it, then hung it up for her. Saundra sat down on the edge of the bed wearing only her garter belt, stockings and high heels. She suddenly felt incredibly tired. Although being Saturday they had worked the better half of it on the final details of the latest acquisition deal. When they left the office she had several errands to run then get home in time to get ready for the evening. Her busy day coupled with all the excitement and emotion of the night left her feeling somewhat drained. She just wanted to curl up against Donald and sleep.

“Donald, finish undressing me and let’s just cuddle for a while.” She leaned back on her elbows on the bed and held out one leg to him. She noted his look of disappointment and sighed. “Don’t pout, it’s not like you. Be a good boy and do as you’re told. I know I told you I had something new for you tonight but I’m so exhausted. I’m feeling a little stressed out with all that’s been happening lately.” He wondered if there was some hidden meaning in her words as he knelt down and unbuckled her sandal strap then released the clasp of the garter belt on her stocking. He skimmed his fingertips down her soft legs as he slipped the sheer stocking down then off her foot. Then he slowly removed her other sandal and stocking. He longed to suck on her toes and kiss his way back up her legs to her pussy. She lifted her hips so he could pull the garter belt off then she turned and crawled up toward the pillows. By the time he was undressed she was snuggled under the covers. When he joined her she pressed herself to his body and he enfolded her in his arms. Soon he could hear her breathing soften as she fell asleep and he could only lie there with his stiff cock aching with his own need.



All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 07



Bright moonbeams pierced the windows and spilled across the carpet, splashing up over the bed. Donald slowly woke up and at first thought they'd left a lamp on then realized it was the full moon's incandescence that filled the room. He looked over at his small beauty, curled in a fetal position mere inches away. She was not one to touch while sleeping but still liked to be close to his warmth. He listened to her soft breathing and reached out to lightly stroke her hair. He grinned, hearing her in his mind reminding him of the golden rule but he couldn't help himself. He hadn't felt this happy in such a long time and needed to touch her, even if in secret.

Saundra stirred and moaned. She rolled over onto her back and whimpered a soft "no" in her dream. Her arm suddenly came up to cover her face and she moaned again. It was such a plaintive sound that Donald considered waking her wanting to banish what saddened her in her sleep. She gasped and her eyes flew open as she pulled away from him. "Please, no!" she cried out.

"Shhhh...it's ok baby. Come here, it was only a dream," he cooed to her and reached out for her. It surprised him that she flinched at his touch and he pulled his hand away.

"Oh," she sighed then moved closer to Donald and let him put his arms around her. "Sorry, sometimes I have nightmares." He could feel her trembling and realized she was crying.

"Saundra, you're safe with me. Don't cry." He kissed her forehead and tightly held her. "What were you dreaming? Do you feel like talking about it?"

"No, just hold me," she whispered. She nuzzled her face against his neck, feeling his warmth, smelling him. She had been dreaming about the night she had left Martin. But in her dream she was in Donald's office and Martin was there and it was just as it had been in their bedroom so many years before. She was confused and trying to escape. She could hear Donald on the other side of the locked office door, pounding and shouting. Just as Martin raised his hand to hit her she woke up and in her dazed mind was surprised to find herself in bed with Donald. However, as her senses quickly cleared all she wanted was to feel his arms around her.

"It's all right sweetheart. Try to sleep. We can talk in the morning if you feel up to it. You know you can talk to me about anything. I'm here for you," he spoke softly, lovingly. His mind raced with what could possibly be so troublesome for his sweet Saundra. After several moments she rolled to her side, with her back to him and he rested his hand on her hip and as they lay quietly sleep slowly overcame him.

Now that she was awake she was afraid to go back to sleep. The disturbing image still loomed in her mind. She felt frustrated that she was allowing the whole mess affect her so strongly, even to intrude in her sleep. After several minutes she heard the subtle change in Donald's breathing and knew he had fallen back to sleep. She eased herself out of bed so as not to waken him and went to the kitchen. There was a large bay window in the breakfast nook with a softly padded bench upon which she settled. Pulling her legs up she rested her chin on her knees and wrapped her arms around her shins. She gazed out at the small backyard and tried to relax. The leaves on the trees looked shiny in the moonlight, casting mottled shadows on the lawn. Saundra loved the wee hours of the morning. It was so quiet, the whole world seemingly asleep. She used to stay up late and read which she hadn't done in a long time and missed doing so. But then, her thoughts wandered to what it would be like when she finally laid eyes on Martin again and couldn't help thinking of the five years she'd spent with him.

*********** Martin's strict Catholic parents had strong opinions regarding chastity and fidelity and had infused those beliefs in their children as well. Although when his older brother had come back from serving in the Navy he introduced Martin to the seamier side of sex. Martin continuously fought an ongoing battle as to whether he was sinning to be so turned on by nasty women, their dirty pictures, and the kinky acts they participated in. What his brother called artfully shot photographs Martin called disgusting pornography, degrading women in sinful ways. Yet he couldn't help be fascinated in a guilty way while his brother tried to convince him enjoying sex was natural. He told Martin as long as it was consensual and no physical or mental damage was done, anyone should do whatever they enjoyed.

Martin was drawn to women but tended to view them as his father had. Women were to be chaste and honorable, serve and submit to men, bear children and take care of the household. He never saw affection between his parents. But sometimes late at night he would hear his father's harsh tone of voice from behind his parent's closed bedroom door followed by his mother's plaintive mewling as if in fear or shame of something. Martin would sometimes hear what sounded like someone being slapped or smacked and his mother weeping, then the sounds of grunts and moans from his father. Martin thought this was normal until he read a romance novel his mother had left out. He found the plot ridiculous but he couldn't help being turned on by the love scenes, some of which were extremely descriptive. In the back of his mind he compared the acts in the book to what he heard from his parent's room and suddenly felt sorry for his mother. While she probably desired this romantic, hot, love all she was treated to be being beaten and fucked. He resolved to treat women with the utmost respect.

When he'd first met Saundra he'd been charming and kind. They were in college with two years to go before graduation. It wasn't until their fourth date that he kissed her and even then it had been a gentle kiss on her cheek. He admired her sweet, caring nature. She was on the quiet side which suited him well. She was articulate and did well in her studies. He liked intelligent women and scorned the vapid co-eds he observed around the campus. The socialites did nothing for him as he felt they were so flippant and silly. But his Saundra was a class act and behaved in a manner he believed appropriate for a decent young woman.

Saundra thought his shyness was endearing. Martin was romantic in a gentlemanly way. She relished it as a refreshing change from the hollow just-want-to-fuck-and-fly kind of dates she'd had in recent months. It seemed he always kept her waiting for the first touch, for the first kiss, even to get to know his thoughts and feelings. While his slow pace puzzled her it kept her in a state of anticipation that was highly intriguing. Over the passing months he revealed a little more about himself, his family, memories of his youth. She had thought it was almost like the story of Scheherazade, being kept in suspense as to what would happen or be revealed on the next date, and the next. Saundra slowly fell in love with him. She sadly reflected that he and never told her he loved her. When he asked her to marry him he'd used the words "affectionately fond" avoiding the "L" word. But she took that to mean that he did love her and rationalized that he merely had difficulty expressing his deepest feelings about love.

It wasn't until their wedding night that he finally made love to her. He was embarrassed by his clumsiness. Her calm composure made him feel all the more nervous and he wondered how she didn't show any anxiety in their physical union. He was grateful for her patience but his pride left him feeling frustrated. Ultimately, it had ended up being a quick and unsatisfying experience. In the morning when she had come out of the shower to dress she found him standing by the bed with the covers thrown back staring at the sheet. He looked up at her with a strange look of disappointment and anger. He pointed to the bed and said there was no blood on the sheet and asked her about her virginity. Saundra had blushed and admitted that she was not a virgin. It had not surprised her when he admitted he came to their wedding bed a virgin. But she had suddenly felt ashamed as he strode past her without a word and left the hotel room. Although she did not know it, that was the moment he'd lost respect for his bride. He was angry that he had assumed that this sweet and gentle woman was untouched. Martin felt betrayed in his own twisted way. In his mind he had wasted himself on used goods.

When he finally returned to their room late that night he found her asleep on the couch. He gazed at her feeling sad and angry. How could his lovely, sweet natured Saundra have given away her precious innocence out of wedlock? He wondered if she had been pressured or forced to give in or if she had merely been too weak to resist fulfilling some wanton lust. While she looked so lovely and sweet lying there fast asleep, he couldn't help the shiver of disgust that ran through him as he thought of another man's cock having been inside her. He felt cheated and wondered if he could ever feel comfortable touching her again knowing she'd been with someone else before him.

During the first year of their marriage their relationship settled into a courteous co-habitation. Martin found a job with a fairly prestigious law firm and soon became absorbed in rising within the ranks. For nearly three years they lived two lives, the endearing one that his associates saw, and the lonely existence they lived within their own household. He rarely had any energy or interest in being with his wife.

However, things changed at the firm's Christmas party during their third year of marriage. Several men had eyed Saundra and, as usual, Martin had watched in disgust. He always wondered how many men she'd been with before him and had convinced himself that she'd probably like to be with these men, too. As she turned to speak to one of his more charming associates Martin suddenly went pale realizing his cock was beginning to stiffen. It had been quite some time since they had last had sex. He couldn't stop the images of her being used by the man with whom she was talking. Martin could clearly picture Saundra bound hand and foot and this man fucking her mouth, just like the pictures of sluts his brother had shown him so many years ago.

He recalled one magazine he'd sneaked from his brother's room in which the woman was being forced to suck a man's cock. She'd looked frightened but helpless in her bindings. While part of him felt that was cruel and abusive he couldn't help that the image had excited him. Suddenly the thought of the look of fear in Saundra's eyes sent a chill throughout his body and he had to excuse himself and make a beeline for the restroom. He wondered if he was becoming the sexually volatile man his father had been.

He splashed his face with cold water and emerged from the restroom just as his boss, Mr. Johnson, came to the door and looked at Martin with a bemused expression. Martin recoiled wondering if his still hard cock was noticeable in his dark pants. Mr. Johnson had smiled at him and told him to wait outside the door, that he had something to show Martin. After his boss came out he looked around the room and nodded at a young blonde who Martin did not know. She was wearing a very slinky red dress with a plunging neckline. Her long, athletic legs ended in pretty, delicate feet which were strapped into four inch heeled sandals. She approached the two men then his boss headed up the stairs and the blonde took Martin's hand and lead him to follow Johnson. The three of them went into a bedroom and Martin's boss closed and locked the door.

"Martin, this is Susan. She's my personal sex slave." Johnson pulled her into his arms and kissed her while he slipped one hand beneath the low neckline and squeezed her tit in his big, meaty hand.

"She's what, sir?" Martin felt incredulous at what his boss had just said.

"She's my sex slave, Martin. I noticed you looked a bit excited out there and thought you might like a little holiday treat." He smiled lewdly at Martin then pulled Susan's full round tit from her dress and teased her nipple with his thumb. "Susan is well trained and will do whatever is asked of her, no matter what your desire."

"Mr. Johnson, I...well, I'm married."

"I noticed that. You have a hot little bitch, don't you? But it looks as if you two are a bit cool toward each other. I've been watching her...and you. She needs training, that's all. You just need to find out what a little instruction and discipline can do for her. I thought you'd benefit from finding out with Susan." He squeezed her nipple hard and pulled it causing Susan to shudder.

"I'm not sure. I don't know if this is right." Martin had taken a few steps backward toward the door. But he wasn't sure what he was going to do as his cock was so hard he was practically ready to cum at that very moment. How would he be able to go out amongst the party goers and grab Saundra to take her home?

"My boy, you have a lot of potential and you've done very well in my firm, so far. But you have to learn there is more to counseling clients, you have to understand what it takes to please some of them. Your little wife would certainly please me, right now. I'd like to push that pristine bitch and find out what she's made of. You should, you know. I bet she could handle a lot. You aren't giving her enough of what she needs to be brought into line and made to submit. Then she might be quite an asset to your career." Johnson laughed softly then pulled Susan's tit up to his mouth and noisily sucked on her nipple.

"She's my wife, not a whore," Martin whispered, vaguely wondering what Johnson had meant by 'pushing' Saundra. His cock was throbbing and he absentmindedly rubbed it through his pants. He looked at Susan's pretty red lips, slightly parted, and wished he could thrust his nasty staff into her mouth. The sudden image of his boss fucking Saundra's mouth both reviled and aroused him.

"All women are whores, most just have not been allowed to release that part of themselves. Come on, your wife had other men before she met you, right?" Johnson smiled up at the young lawyer. Martin looked down, ashamed of the truth. "What a perfect way to put your wife into duty, helping your career by pleasing certain clients, not to mention your boss. You are a talented attorney, very smart. You could climb pretty high with me. What's it worth to you, son?"

Martin's heart was pounding. How could he even think of allowing his own wife to be touched by another man? Yet, she already had been so what did it matter? He groaned as he watched Johnson unzip Susan's dress and let it fall to her feet. She was completely naked and her body was hard and smooth. Her big tits jutted out and he gaped at her smoothly shaven pussy. It had never occurred to him that a woman should shave her pussy. Suddenly he needed to feel it and stepped closer to her as his boss leaned down and sucked one breast while roughly squeezing the other with his huge hand. Martin hesitantly reached out and stroked Susan's mons with his fingertips and felt a thrilling jolt course throughout his body. He let his fingers slide down along her lips and she pushed her pelvis forward to allow him better access. He was shocked but so horny he couldn't help himself.

"Get down on your knees you little whore and suck this poor man off. Show him what a good slut you are." Johnson stepped away and sat on the end of the bed to watch. He grinned as he watched Martin shiver while Susan pulled his zipper open and lowered herself before him. Johnson had a fleeting thought of what it might be like to have Martin sucking Susan's cunt while he fucked Martin's ass. He'd have to lead him there one day, but for now this little man in training would learn how to dominate a woman for his own purposes. One day he'd have Martin's ass wrapped around his stiff cock, not to mention his prissy wife's cunt. At that thought he opened his own pants and pulled his shaft out to stroke it while he watched Susan suck Martin off.

As Susan's tongue snaked out from between her red lips and licked the head of his cock it was all Martin could do not to fall over and come all over himself. He'd never had a blow job before. While he'd certainly fantasized about it as he masturbated in the shower he'd never pressed Saundra for this particular form of stimulation. His whole body trembled as Susan pulled his fat knob into her mouth and flicked it with the tip of her tongue. He curled his hands into tight fists and moaned as she engulfed his shaft with her mouth. Martin couldn't believe how tremendous it felt as the sensation overwhelmed him. He groaned as Susan's tongue flicked across his cock while sucking him hard. Her mouth glided up and down in tandem with her hand stroking from the base of his shaft. He reached down and grabbed her hair and began to plunge more deeply into her mouth thrilled that she could take it into her throat. It wasn't long before his balls tightened and he shot his cum into her listening to her greedily suck and drink his hot cream.

"Didn't that feel great? I told you she's good! Now that you've got her worked up and me as hard as steel I'll have to take it from here. Hey, you look a little pale, sit down in the chair and watch how a real man fucks a whore." Mr. Johnson laughed and pulled Susan away from Martin shoving her face down over the end of the bed. He smoothed his palm over her ass and began to spank her. "Did you like sucking his cock? You nasty slut you are so good for your Master! Who's cock do you need?"

"Yours Master! Oh, baby, I need your cock!" Susan cried pushing up her ass. "Please fuck me!"

"Where should I fuck you?"

"Mmmm...my cunt, fuck my cunt, please!" she whimpered and spread her legs farther apart. Johnson jammed his fingers into her pussy and slid them in and out as he continued to spank her. Then he slid them to her ass hole and pushed them in. She squealed and bucked her hips back and forth. "Anywhere, Master, just fuck me, please!"

Johnson slid his rod deeply into her dripping pussy and looked over at Martin. He laughed to see the shock on the young man's face. "This is how you live life, Martin. Command what you want, how you want it, when you want it." Without losing a stroke Johnson pulled out of Susan's pussy and popped the head of his dick into her anus causing her to scream. Martin jumped up astounded but hotly aroused by this display. His cock was still erect and he unconsciously reached down to jerk off as he watched his boss fuck the blonde beauty grunting and thrusting her ass back for more. Johnson was so turned on he couldn't hold back and his hot cum burst deep into Susan's ass. He watched as Martin came again, his cum spurting to the soft white carpet at his feet.

"God, you are a good little bitch, Susan," Johnson sighed. He turned to Martin and smiled. "Now, go home and think about what I've said. I'm going to teach you to be a first rate lawyer. And you're going to teach your wife to do whatever is expected of her. I'm sure you will include me in that training, won't you?" Johnson leered at Martin who stood there panting and trying to shove his semi-hard cock back into his pants.

"Yes sir. I'll...um, I'll see you at the office on Monday, sir." Martin slipped out of the bedroom feeling dazed by what had just taken place.

He couldn't imagine forcing his wife to submit to sexual acts with other men. Hell, he could barely stand to touch her. Yet, that might be how he could soothe his feelings of betrayal, by making her do as he willed. On the drive home he was quiet, he had a lot to think about. He thought of his father forcing his mother to do who knows what, but his mother had not liked it from the horribly sad sounds that came from their bedroom. Martin had promised himself he would never treat a woman that way. But he also knew that Saundra had already succumbed to sexual attentions of other men so he wondered what difference it would make who touched her. He kept picturing Susan sucking his cock then being fucked by his boss and suddenly it was Saundra in Susan's place. By the time they arrived home is dick was so hard he could barely get his unknowing wife into the house fast enough.




All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 07



"Martin, you're hurting me! What's the matter?" Saundra tried to pull her wrist from his grip as he slammed and locked the front door. He didn't answer her as he yanked her down the hall to the bedroom. "Martin, please, have I done something wrong?" She gasped as he jerked her into the room and slammed the door shut. She shivered as he glared at her. He was inclined to be easily irritated but this look was one of bad intent.

"Strip Saundra, everything off!" He barked at her. She could only stand there in stunned silence. He took a step toward her and she backed away, confused by his angry behavior. "Do it now unless you want your pretty dress ripped off your body!" he yelled. "I saw the way other men were looking at you and flirting with you. And you liked it, didn't you? Now, take that damn dress off!" Saundra's hands shook badly as she dropped her purse to the floor and began to unbutton the front of her dress. She avoided looking Martin in the eye as she slipped her bra off and peeled her panties from her hips and down her legs letting her garments lie in a black, silky pool at her feet. She stood there trembling and staring at the floor.

"How old were you when you gave your virginity away or were you forced by someone?" Martin demanded.

"We were eighteen. We were in love, I wasn't forced," she whispered. She was confused as to why she was feeling ashamed over that experience. But, from their wedding night she'd understood that not having been a virgin for him had been the main factor in why he hadn't sexually bonded with her. Over the past year she'd mentioned going to a marriage counselor once or twice but he'd rebuffed her telling her only crazy people went to therapists.

"So, just like a harlot you gave your body to some boy. I bet he pawed and slobbered all over you. I bet you enjoyed being treated like a slut." Martin paced back and forth shooting her scathing looks.

"No! We loved each other. He was..."

"Shut up! Only speak when I ask you a question. I don't want your commentary. What the hell do two eighteen year olds know about love, anyway? That's ridiculous. While we dated I thought you were so sweet and wonderful. You behaved in such a chaste way never trying to tease me or lead me on. You sure fooled me. I can't tell you how hurt I was to find out you weren't a virgin on our wedding night." Martin choked on his anger. He stopped pacing and stared at her as she began to softly cry. He suddenly thought of his mother's cries and felt a momentary softness towards Saundra. But he steeled himself from feeling pity for her.

"Please, Martin, I love you. I wasn't trying to fool you about anything!" Her tears streaked down her face and her body quivered in fear. She wondered what brought this on and she wished she could help him get past his obsession of her not being a virgin. What did it matter? Why was he so hung up on it? She heard the zipper of his pants and looked over to watch him push his shoes off and pull his pants down.

"Get on your knees Saundra. You're going to start making it up to me. Crawl over here and suck my cock," he growled at her as he gripped his hard dick in his hand and pointed it at her. Saundra gasped and stared at him unable to believe what he'd just said. He would rarely even let her touch him with her hands even the few times he'd fucked her. Suddenly he stepped toward her and grabbed her hair in his hand forcing her down to the floor. She screeched in pain and when she looked up he jammed his prick into her gaping mouth. Holding her by her hair he began to fuck her face as she screamed around the long shaft in her mouth. The vibrations of her muffled cries vibrating around his solid rod made him all the more excited. He forced her like a whore, just as he remembered seeing done in those dirty pictures, and he was driven into a frenzy.

She tried to push him away but he wouldn't let go and continued his assault in her mouth. Her scalp was burning from her hair being pulled as she sobbed unable to catch her breath. No matter that she couldn't suck him in his haste to take her, he continued to ram in and out of her until she felt his cum burst from his cock and spill down her throat. She coughed and gagged as the bitter fluid covered her tongue and some of it drooled from her lips down her chin. As soon as he was done he ripped away from her letting her body crumple to the floor.

"Well, that wasn't very good. I would have expected better from you, being the experienced one between us. You need some practice. You're going to need training so you can do it like a proper slut," his voice was harsh with disdain. He left her there and crawled into bed. He could hear her sobbing but he wasn't going to let her beg his sympathy. "God, I need some sleep. Go clean yourself and come to bed." As he drifted off to sleep he heard Mr. Johnson's words about helping him train Saundra and wondered how to arrange it to happen.

Saundra scarcely had the strength stand and walk to the bathroom. She felt degraded and couldn't stop crying. Why was he being so cruel? She only wanted to love and cherish him, to take care of him. What had happened to the sweet, kind young man she'd known in college? She couldn't believe all of this anger was just regarding virginity. Maybe he was crazy and needed a therapist after all. She desperately wanted a cool shower and took her time washing her body and scrubbing her mouth hard with her toothbrush. When she came out of the bathroom she could hear Martin's soft snores. She slid into bed and stayed as close to the edge of the mattress as she could to keep away from him. 



All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 08



Martin quickly learned to take her anytime and in any way he wanted. Sometimes it was an embarrassing situation for Saundra, in which he personally found more satisfaction. His most thrilling time was when they had been grocery shopping and he forced her into the men’s restroom. He had shoved her into a stall and ordered her to pull her jeans and panties down to her knees. Then he turned her around and bent her over the toilet purposely leaving the stall door open. He spanked her and told her she was nothing but a common whore then fucked her hard from behind. She heard someone else enter the restroom and stopped whimpering in hopes the person would just leave. But since the only sound was from Martin’s loins slapping against her tender ass she knew they were being watched. This caused an unexpected feeling of arousal in her, having someone watch them. Yet the shame she felt reduced her to tears as it was not a willing act on her part. It was degrading because he was doing this out of anger and to soothe his warped ego in his domination of her.

But usually his ruthlessly selfish demands occurred in the privacy of their own home. Every now and then he would reward her with a romantic dinner, a little gift, or flowers, or sometimes sweet murmured words as he coaxed her into an orgasm. She was thoroughly confused. When he seemed like his old self she hoped things were getting better and she tried to do everything he expected of her, even if he treated her roughly. He strung her along with the occasional show of that gentle soul she used to know. At times she wondered if it was all worth it as her life was an emotional roller coaster. She wondered why she stayed with him and kept telling herself it was because she loved him and believed he really was not some uncaring monster. If only she could somehow help him realize he could have it all, love and an exciting sex life with her. She would be more than willing to submit to his desires if only he would let himself love her.

Several months after the night of the Christmas party they had some of Martin’s colleagues to their home for dinner. Mr. Johnson and his wife were there and everyone seemed to be having a good time. The meal came out perfect and Saundra was praised for her great efforts. As the guests wandered into the living room to relax and talk Saundra went into the kitchen to set up a tray to serve brandy and freshly brewed coffee. Martin had followed her in and softly caressed her bare arms with his fingertips. He nuzzled the back of her neck and kissed her. He turned her around and kissed her lips and she felt so happy between the success of the dinner party and his warm affection. She felt proud knowing that he was pleased with her.

“My dear, thank you for doing so well. It was an impressive dinner. Here, let me take the tray in for you. You need to go fix your makeup, it’s a bit smudged.” He lightly kissed her and took the tray from her. She quickly made her way down the hall to the other end of the house and went into the master bathroom. She heard a sound in the bedroom and thinking it was Martin she called out that she would be out in a moment. Her makeup looked fine to her and as she turned to leave the bathroom she was surprised to find Mr. Johnson standing there smiling at her.

“Oh, you startled me. Was the guest bathroom in use?”

“Yes, it was. Martin said I could use your personal bathroom. Do you mind?” He licked his lips and stepped toward her. She suddenly felt cold seeing the lustful look in his eyes.

“No, um…just let me get out of your way,” she softly replied as she tried to move around him. He grabbed her arm and closed the door, securely locking it. He pulled her to the toilet and lifted the lid. “Unzip my pants and take out my cock, there’s a good girl. I’ve got to piss badly, all that coffee, you know?” He chuckled at her. She tried to pull away but he yanked her against him. “Now, now, Saundra. Martin said you were coming along well in your training, becoming very obedient. You don’t want to disappoint him, do you?”

“What are you talking about? Take your hand off me!” she twisted from him and he slapped her face. She sucked in her breath but could not seem to exhale.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about. But it seems you still have a little defiance in you, girl. Now, do as I say. Take my cock out and assist me in taking a piss.”

Saundra grimaced as she opened his pants and pulled his flaccid penis out. It felt like a fat, warm worm in her fingertips as she gingerly aimed it over the toilet bowl. His urine streamed with force and splashed into the water. She closed her eyes and swallowed in disgust. When he finished she just stood there unsure of what to do. She wanted to let go and run from him but he still tightly gripped her arm. He settled his free hand on top of hers and forced her fingers around his shaft. Then he guided her hand up and down his growing prick. He moaned and whispered for her to continue as he reached up and grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed hard.

“Delicious, just delicious. Now, my dear, finish me off. Get down on your knees and suck my old cock.” He groaned as her hand squeezed his shaft in surprise of his request.

“No, I can’t. Please don’t make me do this! My husband…the guests…they’ll wonder what’s taking us so long to get back to the party” she pleaded and tears welled up in her eyes.

“That’s right, so you’d better get to it. The sooner you get me off the quicker we can return to the party. I’m sure you want to be the best hostess possible and make Martin proud, don’t you?” Mr. Johnson pushed on Saundra’s shoulders forcing her down in front of him and shoved his purple knob against her lips. She whimpered and he pulled on her hair to emphasize the urgency of his demand. As she reluctantly opened her mouth to fulfill his request the tears streamed down her cheeks. She just wanted him to come and get it over with. Saundra swirled her tongue around his head and sucked hard. Her lips glided up and down his shaft as her head bobbed back and forth. She thought she was going to choke as his crown swelled and pushed against the back of her throat. His cock was much larger than Martin’s. When she sensed his body stiffen she sucked harder, milking him to pull his cum out. When at last his seed streamed into her mouth she swallowed it as quickly as possible and pulled away breathing heavily and wiping the tears from her face.

“Wow, when you get down to business you’re quite an enjoyable little slut. That was a little too quick, but still felt delightful.” He pulled his cock into his boxers, tucked in his shirt and closed his pants. He pulled her to her feet and kissed her plunging his tongue into her mouth. “That’s good, I love to taste my cum in your sweet mouth. I think you will work out just fine. Now straighten yourself up and get back to the party.” He smiled lewdly at her and left her alone. Saundra spent the rest of the evening in a subdued state of shock and it was extremely difficult to continue playing the gracious hostess.

That night as they lay in bed in the dark Saundra tried to tell Martin about his boss. She tried to cuddle up to him, wishing he’d hold her. But he would not even touch her. He rolled onto his side, facing away from her.

“Stop whining, Saundra. Do you like your house? The car you drive? Do you enjoy volunteering at the art gallery and the library, dabbling at your photography, rather than having to work to pay the bills? Doesn’t it feel good when you walk into a department store and buy an outfit without worrying about the cost? Just who in the hell do you think makes this lifestyle happen for you?” his voice was loud and caustic. “Well?” he hissed and turned his head to look over his shoulder at her dark form. She looked so small, curled under the sheet next to him.

“You do,” her whisper was barely audible. She trembled as she softly cried. She suddenly felt like as if she was merely a leech on Martin’s life. She felt useless and pitiful. Of course she should be grateful to him for being such a successful and generous provider. She’d tried to get a job just after they were married but could not find one suitable to her degree in literature. She had thought about going back to school and getting her Master’s in library sciences but charities and other functions had taken over her life for the past three years. Martin had told her he preferred her in the role of the doting wife, hosting parties for his co-workers and clients, playing the philanthropist, making them look like the successful couple who had it all together. Then the realization hit her that Martin had been setting her up for his own uses, to further his career and she laid there and sobbed for the lost hope that they could find peace and love with each other.

“Damn straight! So don’t you complain when I order you to assist me in my career in any way. Even if it means ‘accommodating’ one of my clients or my boss. You just do as you’re told because if you don’t you’ll only bring punishment upon yourself. Nothing in life is free, Saundra, you might not have a 9-5 weekday job, but you have to earn your way in this life. You will earn it the best way that I see fit. Do you understand?” He was still glaring at her over his shoulder.

“Yes,” she whimpered with tears spilling down her face. She felt nauseated. What good was she to anyone, even herself? Yes, she planned and arranged their parties, she handled the charities, and she was a consummate wife in the eyes of his colleagues and friends. However, it was really Martin who controlled their lives. He told her when and what he wanted. She worked out the details and got things accomplished. 

After that night Martin’s success at the law firm increased as he acquired a more substantial base of clients. On occasion he would invite a select few home for dinner. Saundra became numb to everything and obeyed her husband in his expectations, making sure his clients enjoyed their evening. It became a routine with Martin joining her in the kitchen after dinner to get the coffee and after-dinner drinks. He would kiss her and praise her efforts then queue her to the master bedroom to “fix her makeup” and she’d be followed by his client. Her heart would sink but eventually she began to look forward to one man in particular, Anthony. He would sometimes ask her to meet him for an intimate afternoon at a luxury hotel downtown. While Martin continued to be rough and crude she had this one man who actually enjoyed giving her pleasure.

Anthony was like nothing she’d ever imagined, taking her down a different path she’d never experienced. He taught her the erotic pleasures of being submissive, compared to the crass, brutal treatment she received from Martin. He would instruct her to show up at the hotel room wearing high heels and a dress with nothing underneath. He would bind her hands, sometimes behind her back, sometimes to the bed, whichever way suited his mood. When she would move her body toward him he would slap her breasts or the insides of her thighs at the same time as he was teasing her. Anthony would slowly seduce her, touching her, licking her tits and pussy until she was begging for him to fuck her and let her come. 

Saundra was intrigued that she found the pain accentuated her excitement. After a few meetings he began to use nipple clamps and weights, a flogger or crop, or spank her with his bare hand at unexpected moments. She found herself enjoying anything he commanded of her. While it was sometimes rough, it was done in a gracious yet controlled way, not done out of some secret anger as Martin performed. Her lover was polished and smooth, sweet yet demanding, leaving her breathless and needing more of what he had to offer and teach her. The key was to inspire her need so she ended up wanting to give everything to him, rather than to force her in a hateful manner.

Once, after a very intense afternoon of sex, he asked her about her fantasies. She was shy at first. She snuggled up to him as he wrapped his arms around her and told him how he fulfilled her every need and wasn’t sure she could think of anything he hadn’t done already. He chided her, asking her to open up to him. He teased her about how she had grabbed his hips that afternoon and demanded that he stop teasing her and fuck her hard. He pointed out other times when she had been almost dominating during their love making sessions. She apologized but he shushed her telling her it was an exciting side of her. She was always a wonderful submissive but was beginning to wake up to what she wanted.

“Haven’t you visited adult sites on the web?” he asked.

“Yes. I have two sites I like to look at. One is for the stories. The other has some interesting bondage pictures.”

“What kinds of stories and pictures do you like the best?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she hesitated. She looked up at his face and he smiled encouragingly. “I read almost all the stories, except incest. The pictures of bondage are intriguing. Although some of the bondage is so complicated, I wonder how a person would stay turned on during the long time it must take to tie them in those intricate ways. I’ve been fascinated with women, lately, for some reason. I think of you, how it must feel for you touching me, kissing me, spanking me. I wonder how it feels for you.”

“Ah, now that’s interesting. Think of what I do to you. How do you think you’d feel doing those same things to another woman.” He lightly caressed her breast then slid his fingers to her soft, wet pussy. He idly stroked her feeling her quiver against his fingers. “To feel her soft skin, bite her nipples, tease her until she begs you to let her come.” He whispered in her ear. She trembled, aroused but uncertain.

“Hmmm…I don’t know. Those thoughts excite me but I’m not sure I could go through with it. Controlling someone like that. It seems kind of mean to drive someone crazy like that,” she murmured.

“Mean? Do you think I’m mean?” he asked incredulously.

“No! Not at all! I love your control, your teasing me into such sensational feelings. I love when you tie my hands behind my back and order me to suck your cock. You have such a beautiful cock. Or, when you spank me…when you alternate flogging my tits then you play with my clit. Anthony, you make me so hot I would do anything you ask!” She hugged him tightly.

“Well, that’s just it. You enjoy that but you also need that. You need to be controlled and disciplined. That fires your passion and makes you almost greedy to please me. You would do anything for me. So, before we next meet your assignment is to look at more Domme pictures and stories. Particularly women with women. I want you to think about it, fantasize about it, and picture yourself in that Domme role.” He moved on top of her, pushing her thighs apart with his knees letting his swollen knob rub up and down her slit.

“Imagine making a female sub suck your pussy or spanking her,” he growled as he entered her. Before she could say another word he plunged deep, filling her up. Thoughts of Saundra dominating another woman while he watched spurned him on and he held her wrists above her head and furiously fucked her. As he pounded her he watched her tits bounce up and down and then he came hard, his cum spewing into her tight, sopping cunt. He laid on top of her and she felt their juices oozing out of her pussy as his dick softened. She wanted to come so badly, but was content to wait until their next meeting. It would just make her more hungry and the next orgasm that much more intense!

A week later Anthony called and asked her to join him for lunch, telling her he had a special gift for her. He asked if she’d accomplished her assignment and she briefly told him of what she had read and the pictures she’d looked at. He praised her and she wondered if she was falling in love with him or if she was merely feeling grateful for his luscious attentions. Even when she faltered in his expectations of her and Anthony had to punish her, her need to please him overrode any emotional or physical pain she felt. The end result was that he always made her feel wanted and desired.

He’d told her to meet him in the hotel restaurant for lunch. She was there a little early and was escorted to a table reserved for him. As she sipped her water she glanced around the bright, sunny room. It was amusing watching the many tourists and business people chatting and eating. She wondered what went on in their lives, what they experienced and felt. She was perusing the menu when she felt a presence near her and looked up with a big smile expecting to see Anthony. To her surprise it was a woman from Martin’s firm, one she had met at a few parties but did not know very well. The woman smiled down at her and offered her hand.

“Saundra, it’s nice to see you. You look lovely, as usual. How are you?” She thought how voluptuous Saundra looked. Her dress hugged her breasts and showed off just enough of the tops of her pale breasts as to be seductive but tasteful. ‘Could this be for that conniving, kiss-ass Martin? How could he be so lucky?’ Martha wondered to herself.

“Thank you, Martha. I’m fine. It’s nice to see you, too. How are you?” Saundra shook Martha’s hand and cast a nervous glance around toward the front of the restaurant looking for her lover. She was suddenly worried at being found there, meeting a man who was not her husband.

“I’m well, thank you. I’m here to meet to meet someone. I really like this restaurant, the food is good. So, what are you doing here, meeting up with Martin?” Martha slowly released her hand and continued smiling down on her. There was a moment when Saundra discerned Martha’s eyes discreetly gazing at her deep cleavage. Saundra felt a little apprehensive. But she was not sure if it was because of the way that Martha was looking at her or that she was anxious about being discovered with another man. Although it could have been business for all Martha knew. Yet, Saundra felt guilty somehow.

“Ah, no. I’m meeting a friend.” Saundra tried to calmly look Martha in the eyes through her white lie.

“I enjoyed the dinner party you gave a few weeks ago. You’re a wonderful cook and such a gracious hostess. May I sit for a few minutes, while you wait for your friend?” Not waiting for an answer Martha pulled out a chair and sat next to Saundra. She leaned slightly forward folding her hands on the table. Saundra felt a bit intimidated and leaned back a bit to broaden the space between them. “You know, Mr. Johnson’s birthday is coming up and we’ve all been talking about having a party. We were discussing having it catered at someone’s home, in a more intimate atmosphere. But there’s a debate about what food to have served. Maybe you might have some suggestions?”

“Well, I don’t know. You would want to pick a menu based on what Mr. Johnson likes.” Saundra inwardly bristled at the mention of his name. She couldn’t stand the thought of being near that crude man. She looked up and noticed Martha’s eyes lingering on her full breasts then slowly rising to meet her eyes. There was something in Martha’s look that belied her casually friendly expression. Saundra suddenly noticed Martha’s leg touching her own, so slightly, almost negligently. But she wondered if it wasn’t indeed on purpose. Even as she pulled her leg away, Martha’s leg gently followed. She wondered what was going on, if Martha was trying to engage her in a flirtatious act. She recalled that Martin had once referred to Martha as their equal rights, obligatory lesbian at the office. She looked around the restaurant but there was still no sign of Anthony. At this point she didn’t care if Martha found it strange that she was meeting a man other than her husband, she just wanted the comfort and security of her Dom by her side.

“Saundra, you look beautiful in that dress. You have such good taste. That shade of pink becomes you. It brings out the creaminess of your pretty skin.” Martha reached out and lightly brushed Saundra’s arm once with her fingertips. Saundra would have found that a normal, friendly touch from a friend, but with Martha, it seemed rather forward. She blushed and was embarrassed by the odd sensation that twinged in her body. She looked at Martha and thought how she looked like a mischievous pixie.




All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 08



“Thank you.” Saundra dropped her eyes suddenly feeling awkward. Martha was dressed in a business suit. It consisted of a pleated midnight-blue jacket which was open, showing off her crisp white, silk blouse that conformed to her small frame. Her breasts were smaller than Saundra’s, but they were pushed up by her bra, from which there was a subtle hint of lace. Her dark grey skirt was rather short, more so than Saundra thought was professional, and it clung to her small, shapely hips. Her stockings were a sheer nude making it look almost as if she wasn’t wearing any. Spike-heeled black sandals graced her dainty feet. With her short, wavy brunette hair framing her cute, girlish face she looked so young. Her eyes were deep brown pools shining as she talked and smiled. Saundra was almost jealous of her smooth, olive skin.

A waiter approached them and asked if they’d like to order.

“No, thank you. I’m waiting for someone,” Saundra said. She noted he looked her over as he hovered at the table.

“Can you please bring a glass of water for me? With lemon?” Martha asked. She looked up at the waiter and winked at him.

“Certainly!” he smiled at her and hurried away to oblige her request.

“So, would you be willing to help with the plans for Mr. Johnson’s party? You have quite a talent for that kind of thing.” Martha paused as the waiter set her glass of water down then retreated. “Everyone at the office is impressed with your dinner parties.”

“Well, yes, I guess I could help out. I suppose it would please Martin, too.”

“Why, yes, that’s something to think about. Mr. Johnson is quite fond of your husband. Martin’s become sort of a protégé much to the chagrin of a couple of other newer associates.” Martha smiled and rubbed her leg a little more insistently against Saundra’s leg. She noticed the slight blush on Saundra’s cheeks and wished she could feel her lips upon her soft, warm skin. She looked around the room then back at Saundra. “So, when is your friend arriving?”

“He should have been here by now. It’s not like him to be late.” Saundra looked over at the restaurant entrance.

Martha had been quite attracted to Saundra from the moment she’d first met her. She had to admit what first attracted her was Saundra’s luscious breasts and nice, round ass. After she had the opportunity to talk with Martin’s wife Martha was a bit smitten. Saundra was reserved but once she warmed up she was quite intelligent and very charming. She liked her engaging smile and soft laugh. Martha wondered what this sweet woman was doing with a sneaky twit like Martin. Saundra was warm and easy-going, where as Martin was stuck-up and condescending, especially towards the women in the office.

“He? This person is a mutual friend of yours and Martin’s?” Martha winked at her. She laughed softly as Saundra’s eyes slightly widened realizing she’d let it slip that the friend she was waiting for was a male. “I didn’t mean to make you feel as if I put you on the spot. It’s really none of my business.” She reached over and touched Saundra’s hand. Once again, Saundra felt a tingling deep inside as she felt the warmth of Martha’s touch and looked into her soft, kind eyes.

Before Saundra could answer the waiter came back and handed a note to her. She watched his face and saw him flash a flirtatious smile at her. She wondered if the waiter took the liberty of reading the note as it was not sealed.

‘Sorry I’m late sweetheart. Go to the front desk and get a card key for room 312. I told them to expect you. We can order room service if you like. And please, bring your cute friend as I am expecting her.’

Her eyebrows arched in surprise as she read it, and when she looked up at the waiter his eyes danced from her to Martha, then back at her again. She was sure he’d read the note and she felt thoroughly embarrassed. Her heart skipped a beat as she glanced at the petite brunette sitting next to her. Martha had definitely been making subtle advances to which Saundra had tried to seem indifferent. Now Saundra was supposed to invite her up to the hotel room where her Dom waited for her. She suddenly worried that her affair would get back to Martin. While she did as Martin forced her to do with his chosen clients, he had no idea that she’d taken up in a more serious relationship with Anthony. This new worry made her feel strongly protective of her relationship with Anthony. She suddenly felt in turmoil.

“Must be a serious note. Is your friend not able to meet you?” Martha’s soft voice pulled Saundra from her deep thoughts. The little brunette rested her hand on Saundra’s and softly squeezed her fingers.

“Um…no, he can’t meet me here. I’m not sure…” Saundra gazed down at Martha’s hand on hers. That warm, electric feeling rippled through her, again. She realized Anthony had orchestrated this ‘chance’ meeting with Martha and wondered why. He had never mentioned ideas of having a threesome. She wasn’t sure if she could handle it as she’d never thought of sharing another woman with Anthony. She sighed and looked at Martha. She noticed the anticipation in the woman’s eyes and wondered what was in store for her. While she did not want to disappoint her Dom her stomach tightened in nervousness as she tried to find the courage to ask this woman up to the room. She glanced down at Martha’s hand resting over her own.

“Martha…I…” she hesitated. She took a long, slow breath. “Please, ah…please come with me,” she said softly, unable to look her in the eyes. She felt Martha’s hand slightly squeeze hers.

“Come where?” Martha raised her eyebrows and smiled at her. She gently rubbed her fingers on Saundra’s hand enjoying the soft warmth of her skin. The image of licking and sucking her large, luscious tits flashed through Martha’s mind and she felt a jolt of excitement in her pussy. She squirmed in her chair and wondered what Saundra’s pussy looked like and how it would taste.

Saundra saw the look of desire in Martha’s eyes and her mind flashed on the conversation she’d had with Anthony about dominating a woman. It dawned on her that this might be the “gift” he’d mentioned. Saundra smiled and, without saying another word, simply took Martha’s hand as she stood, gently pulling her behind her as Saundra left the table.



All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 09



It's been six months since I've worked on this series. If you have not read the first eight chapters you might want to do so. In that way you will have a better understanding of the main character and how she came to this point in her life, in this newest chapter. Thank you for reading this story and any other stories I have on Literotica! e. 

Walking from the restaurant Saundra's feelings were in turmoil. Feigning complete confidence she walked tall in her pretty high heels, the hem of her passionate pink dress swishing against the backs of her thighs. Her hand firmly gripped Martha's delicate wrist as she dragged the woman behind her. She stopped at the front desk of the hotel, squeezing Martha's wrist tightly, as she asked the desk clerk for the card key of room 312. The clerk smirked at her as he handed the card to her and she roughly pulled it from his fingers.

As the two attractive women briskly walked toward the elevator they caught more than one sideways glance from both men and women. Saundra wondered if everyone in the hotel knew that her Dom had commanded she bring this cute, sexy little woman up to their room. He had only told her to think of dominating a woman, look at pictures, and read stories on that subject. She felt embarrassed and angry that he had sprung this twist on her without warning. Of course she would never refuse him but she felt somewhat on the defense. She wanted only to submit to Anthony, her Master, and let the rest be merely fantasy. Could she really dominate this woman? God help her if Martha was indiscreet and it got out back at the firm that Saundra was seeing Anthony and playing with Martha. If Martin ever found out she feared what his anger would bring.

As they waited for the elevator she could feel Martha standing close behind her. She clutched the woman's wrist so tightly she felt Martha slightly twist within her damp grasp. Saundra wondered what Martha had experienced in the past. Was she really lesbian or maybe a bi? What would Martha expect of her, or of Anthony? Saundra was suddenly horrified at feeling the urge to slap Martha and make it known that no matter what happened she was not there to replace Saundra in her Master's life. This surprised her, this jealousy, and the worry that Anthony would want Martha instead of her. All these things where whirling around in her mind as she stepped into the elevator tugging Martha behind her and a man and woman followed them in.

Her heart beat faster as the elevator doors closed, almost symbolic of sealing her in the fate which awaited her. She nervously shifted her weight from foot to foot. Surely Anthony was familiar with Martha from being a client at the law firm. But she began to have second thoughts as to whether or not he had purposely planned for Martha to meet up with her. Perhaps it truly was a coincidence. Maybe he had been at the restaurant and after observing Martha's behavior toward her at the table he had spontaneously decided to bring the two women intimately closer. Martha had certainly flirted with her at the table and that was something a sexual man like Anthony would not have missed. Saundra's mind raced with what expectations he had. Saundra wanted to believe that it was an impromptu tryst to ease her apprehension.

The man and woman stood in the back huddled in a corner. Saundra could hear them whispering and the woman giggling. Suddenly she heard the distinct sound of kissing and a whispery moan. The discomfiting thought crossed her mind that they might have been whispering about her and her little captive. Martha shifted to press closely to Saundra's back. She felt Martha brushing her breasts up against her shoulder blades pinning their hands between her belly and Saundra's lower back. It dawned on her that she might be cutting off the circulation in Martha's small hand and she let go and turned slightly to glance at her. Martha smiled and whispered something but Saundra's attention was strangely captivated by the couple behind them and didn't notice what Martha said.

The man and woman were both tall and he had his arms wrapped around her, running his hands up and down her back. Occasionally the man's hands rested on his partner's ass and gently squeezed pulling her hips tighter to his groin. Her arms were around his neck as they kissed deeply and her hands were running through his hair and over his upper shoulders. The woman moaned and pulled away from her lover glancing at Saundra and smiled. When she saw Martha pressed against Saundra and looked down to see the petite woman's hand on Saundra's hip her smile broadened then she returned her attention to her man.

Until that moment Saundra had not noticed Martha's hand, she'd been so deep in thought and mulling over her emotions while watching the young couple. She could feel her nipples harden under her lace bra and her pussy softly twitch becoming curiously aroused by the exhibition of lust in the corner. Saundra looked sharply at Martha and took a step forward hoping Martha would get the message and remove her hand. Yet Martha did not and Saundra felt her face redden with a hot blush. Her cheeks felt almost as warm as the hand resting on her hip.

"No offense, Saundra, but the mood in here is quite arousing, don't you think?" Martha whispered and smiled. Her eyes sparkled with sassy intent.

"I don't know what you think is going on, Martha, but I didn't invite you to touch me," she tersely whispered back and stepped to Martha's side to detach herself from the brunette's hand. Martha's expression softened and she looked over at the passionate couple then back at Saundra.

"No, not yet. Forgive me for being forward." Then Martha looked straight ahead at the elevator doors, an impudent smile still on her full, red lips. 

Between her harried thoughts, the sounds of the couple kissing and sucking each other's mouths, and Martha's suggestive touch Saundra felt the tension quickly build up from the pit of her stomach. She shifted uneasily as she continued to feel the twinges between her thighs unconsciously responding to everything that was going on around and within her. All she could think of was how badly she wanted the safety of her Master's arms around her. She was almost desperate to be able to calm down and think clearly. But even in his arms Martha would be there, in the room with them. What the hell was she thinking when she left the table dragging Martha behind her? Ah, it was only to obey her Dom, to be with him and do as she was told. She found comfort and security in that, submitting to his will, letting him intimately control her. She smiled wryly at the thought of what an obedient little sub she had become.

Finally the elevator stopped and the doors opened, offering release from the intense environment of the small space that held the hot lovers and potentially new lovers. It was a relief to see it was the third floor and Saundra practically jumped out in her rush to be within the safety of Anthony's embrace. She did not even turn to see if Martha was following but hurried down the hall in search of room 312. When she approached the door and lifted the card key to gain entrance she was chagrined to see her hand trembling. Her legs felt like rubber and her pussy keenly pulsed.

When she pushed the door open she heard her favorite music playing, a Vivaldi composition. Her eyes took in the luxurious surroundings of the same room Anthony always reserved for them and she felt a calmness overtake her, one of being on familiar ground, in safe territory. Martha stepped in behind her and closed the door as Saundra went straight into Anthony's arms. He held her tightly and could feel her shiver against him. She breathed deeply, taking in the faint scent of his cologne and feeling his warmth wrapped around her body.

"Well, hello, sweetheart. What took you so long?" He chided her and looked down at her face. She looked up at him and frowned, then smiled, realizing he was teasing her.

"What took you so long? You were the one who made me wait. I was early, ready for you. I wondered if you had changed your mind." She kissed him on the cheek and looked into his dark blue eyes.

"Don't be cheeky with me, Saundra. It's not like you. You should be ready for me whenever I want, and learn to accept when I don't call on you. It's not for you to worry if I've changed my mind. Your only concern is to be accessible when I do desire your company." He leaned down and kissed her slowly, deeply. She felt embarrassed for being so bold in her response and being lightly chastised in front of Martha. He broke off the kiss and looked over at his acquaintance from the law firm. "It's nice that you could join us, Martha. Are you free for the rest of the day?"

Saundra looked from Anthony to Martha, trying to determine if this was just chance or had been arranged. Martha smiled and walked toward them holding her hand out. Anthony gently released Saundra and took the young lawyer's hand and kissed the back of her hand and then her palm. A pang of jealousy rushed through the sub as she watched the greeting, now sure it had been planned. She wondered how intimately her Dom knew the little vixen.

"I'm glad I could make it," Martha said as she looked from Anthony to Saundra. "You know what an asshole Mr. Johnson is. But he couldn't refute that I'm caught up on my depositions and deny me an afternoon off. Besides, I told him I had a gynecology appointment and I'm sure that sent his mind spinning some sordid thoughts. I believe he seems to think lesbians only need a good fucking from a man to change their sexual orientation. At least, his hands have tried to convince me of that," she laughed lightly then removed her jacket laying it on the couch.

"He is a piece of work. Listen, I'm going to talk to Saundra in private for a few minutes. Why don't you make yourself comfortable? There's a nice bottle of Shiraz on the bar if you would please pour us all a glass. We'll be out shortly." Anthony took Saundra by the arm and guided her to the bedroom as Martha nodded and walked toward the bar.

Once in the bedroom Anthony closed the door and pulled Saundra into his arms. He kissed her with such passion she could barely catch her breath. She felt confused and frustrated as to what was going on. She also felt foolish, as if some deep secret was being kept from her. When he pulled away from her he held her at arms length, devouring her body with his eyes, a soft smile playing at the corner of his sensuous lips.

"You look stunning my dear! Is that a new dress? It shows off your figure beautifully." He turned her around and cupped her breasts possessively, then gently smoothed his hand over her round ass. He leaned closer and breathed in the soft jasmine scent of her hair as he eased the zipper down the back of her dress. "Now, turn back around and undress for me, slowly." She smiled uneasily although she'd undressed for him before. But she couldn't push the thoughts away of what might take place that afternoon, thinking of Martha in the other room. As she slid the dress from her shoulders and down her arms Anthony drank her in with his eyes. He smiled broadly as she let the dress slink down her body slowly revealing what belonged to him. She let the dress fall to her feet then stepped out of it and bent to pick it up then quickly went to hang it up in the closet. He loved her plump, voluptuous breasts pushed together in her lacey, dark pink bra, the matching panties and garter belt holding up her nearly nude stockings.

When she returned to him he pulled her close and ran his hands over her smooth skin, luxuriating in her soft flesh and sumptuous curves. Then he stood back and unzipped his pants pulling out his semi-hard penis. Anthony leaned down and kissed the tops of her lovely white breasts and cupped the warm mound between her legs with his palm. He reached around and unfastened her bra tossing it toward a nearby chair. Admiring her beautiful tits he wasted no time and enthusiastically began to suck on her hard, rosy nipples. Saundra felt sharp twinges of pleasure zip from her sensitive buds all the way down to her pussy. He rested his free hand on her shoulder and pressed down to gently push her to her knees.

"No hands baby, I just want your mouth. To whom do you belong?" he asked as he stroked her lips with the head of his cock.

"Only you," she whispered as she began to lick him then parted her lips to draw him into her watering mouth. She felt his hands rest on her head but he let her just kiss and lick him for a few moments. Her tongue swirled around his swelling crown then she enveloped it with her mouth slowly beginning to stroke up and down his shaft.

"Oh, yes, baby, I've been thinking of this for several days. You're so good at sucking your Master's cock. You just keep on going and listen to me. Do you find that cute little bitch out there attractive? She's got such a pretty, sexy mouth. But she would prefer to suck a luscious, wet cunt like yours. She's very attracted to you, my sweet." Anthony moaned when Saundra sucked him harder in salacious response to his words, pulling his now rock hard cock deeply into her mouth. "Oh yes, my pet, she's been wanting to suck on your big tits and play with your sweet pussy for quite some time, now. She's dying to please you in any way you desire. You should hear her fantasies about you," he grunted trying to hold back his orgasm. Saundra moaned and swallowed and he nearly lost it feeling the back of her throat constrict around his thick knob.

"You've admitted that you're curious, even turned on by the thought of a woman giving you pleasure at your command. Think of the pictures and stories you've been viewing this past week. Now, think of yourself dominating that sweet little wench out there in the ways you've been looking at on the web. Ahhhh..." he sighed and grasped her hair in his fingers. "Imagine her luscious mouth sucking your huge, pale breasts then her tongue taunting your engorged nipples. Imagine the sounds of her mouth sucking your sweet flesh." He was describing what Saundra was actually doing to his thick rod, the sucking noises and feel of her tongue pirouetting across the taut skin of his sensitive head. He grunted and continued, "You do have such wonderful tits. Who could resist them? Think of her tied up and your hands all over her little body. Yes, think of your fingers fucking her juicy cunt and hearing her beg for you to let her come. Just as you beg me. You know how hot and frustrated you feel when I force you to hold back? It drives you crazy but it's such a sweet, hard orgasm that overtakes you when I finally allow you to come."

Saundra glided her mouth up and down his slick staff more quickly. While her worry of another woman ebbed away her excitement intensified as she listened to his deep, sexy voice describing her own fantasies to her. His thick cock filled her mouth and she could feel every little vein along his shaft with her tongue. He felt and tasted so delicious she doubted she could ever get enough of him! His precum melted on her tongue like nectar and she sucked him harder, lightly grazing her teeth up and down his swollen staff. As he moved his hips back and forth she delighted in how his balls bounced against her chin as if eager to be inside her hot, wet mouth as well.

"That sweet little morsel out there is yours, darling. She will do anything you ask. She confided in me that it's been a long time since she's been with anyone and she is desperate not only for pleasure, but mostly desperate to be with you. You have been her desire ever since she met you." Anthony threw his head back and moaned. "Ahhhh...yes, baby, your mouth is incredible!" His body stiffened as his orgasm broke through and his cum erupted into his precious sub's hungry mouth. He could feel her throat swallowing his hot cream, pulling at the head of his cock. As his climax subsided he smiled down at her and pulled her head away. Her breasts heaved with each breath and she smiled back at him.

"I know you are apprehensive. But honestly, sweetheart, she is nothing to me. I want you to please me by relaxing and enjoying her. She is my gift to you." Anthony pulled her up and held her close. He felt her trembling and wondered if it was from nervousness or excitement, or both. He gently kissed her and delighted at tasting his cum in her mouth. She was first and foremost his sub, at least for the time being. This little adventure about to take place this afternoon was going to be a pleasurable side trip on her life's journey. Of course it could possibly lead to major changes between Saundra and him, not to mention to her life in general. But he was actually counting on it. She needed to discover who she really was and he wanted to give her the wings of freedom to do so. Her husband and current life be damned. Anthony had the strongest feeling Saundra's life would be changing for the better, very soon. It was exciting, like watching a butterfly emerge from its cocoon.

"Anthony, I'm not sure how..." she whispered.

"Shhh. I know my sweet. Just do what comes naturally to you. I want to you to experience what I know you've been fantasizing and yearning to do." He kissed the top of her head and released her. He slipped his hand between her legs and felt her moistened panties then brushed her swollen nipples with the same fingers. "You are a beautiful, intelligent, sensuous woman. You might be happily surprised at the different perspective you develop from this tryst today. You will see life as well as sex from my point of view, as a Dom. With your tendencies you may just be a natural dominant. Or maybe you're a switch. In any case, we shall learn together. " He gazed upon her lovely breasts then turned and opened the bedroom door. "She is for you, my sweet." He let Saundra enter the sitting room first then followed her but went to the bar to give the two women their own space.

Martha had been instructed that the afternoon was all about submitting to Saundra. She was highly aroused by the mere thought of touching the shy beauty that she was willing to do whatever was asked of her. She'd had the wrong impression of Martin's wife, thinking her to be rather conservative and faithful to her marriage. Anthony had taken Martha to lunch one afternoon and the conversation drifted from business to casual talk of different lawyers in the firm. Anthony had noticed the way she had kept watching Saundra at a dinner held by the firm several weeks back for their clients and that's when he realized he could make Saundra's fantasies with another woman a reality. During his lunch with Martha he led the conversation toward Martin and Saundra and was pleased how Martha kept referring to Saundra.

He'd told Martha of his affair with Saundra. Anthony was pleased by her reaction as he saw her eyes sparkle and the way she smiled as they spoke of his sub. Martha confirmed his suspicions of her desire for Saundra and he offered her a chance to intimately know his luscious lover. He set the conditions of the meeting and Martha promised to do as he asked, in every way. Martha was a natural bottom and loved the idea of helping Saundra learn how to unleash her dominate tendencies.

When they came out of the bedroom Martha felt an arousing chill at seeing Saundra naked from the waist up wearing only her panties, garter belt and stockings, and high heeled sandals. The little brunette instantly melted and wanted so badly to kiss and caress the shy woman. Saundra was blushing slightly and kept her eyes on her Dom as he walked to the bar. Martha approached Saundra holding a glass of wine out to her. Unfortunately her foot clipped the leg of a chair and she was cast off balance; the wine glass tipped forward in her hand and splashed the red liquid over the rim and on Saundra's chest.

At first the two women stared at each other in silent surprise. Then Martha's gaze was caught by the wine slipping down in deep red rivulets towards Saundra's full, naked breasts. As if in slow motion the dark fluid slid down her pale, round tits and dripped around her erect nipples. Martha snapped out of her shock and looked up into Saundra's hazel eyes.




All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 09



"Oh, God, I'm so sorry! I'll get a towel..." she turned towards the bar. Saundra was stunned and a bit embarrassed for herself as well as Martha. She glanced over at Anthony who only raised his eyebrows and smiled back at her. It was a subtle permission for Saundra to assume command and she quickly took it.

"No, come here." She said softly. Martha turned back toward her. "Lick it off me. Use your tongue to clean me." She could scarcely believe the words came from her own mouth but she was suddenly excited by the thought of this woman licking her breasts. She pushed her chest out and watched as the petite brunette leaned forward and pressed her lips against the voluptuous breasts presented to her. At first, Martha tentatively licked her, then began to lap the red wine from her skin, moving down to her nipples. When Martha's tongue licked her hardened buds Saundra instantly felt the heat of desire flood her body. This was so naughty letting a female lick her tits, so hot and wicked. She suppressed a moan as the wench delicately sucked one nipple then the other. Her hand seemed to move of its own accord to the back of Martha's head and push her face against her large, succulent tits. Feeling Martha's mouth suck harder Saundra luxuriated in feeling her pussy clench up. The desire to feel the woman's mouth on her pussy was almost overwhelming and she shivered a little and smiled.

"Stop," Saundra sighed regaining her composure and pulled Martha by her hair away from her breast. "That was very clumsy of you, Martha. Not a very good first impression, is it?"

"I'm sorry, Saundra," Martha whispered and kept her eyes down. She desperately wanted this woman and was embarrassed by her mishap. But the feel of Saundra's nipples in her mouth was so incredible she could not help smiling. To finally touch Saundra for whom she'd been lusting for was sheer heaven!

"We'll see." Saundra took the glass of wine from Martha and sat down in the chair she'd tripped over. Saundra gazed at the petite figure standing before her. "Take your clothes off, Martha," she softly commanded. Saundra was surprised at herself and at the ease with which Martha responded. It was almost like looking in a mirror of submission.

Martha was nearly trembling with anticipation as she pulled her blouse from the waist of her skirt and slowly unbuttoned it. She shirked it from her shoulders revealing her braless tits then laid her blouse on her jacket on the chair. She reached behind her back to unzip her skirt. Her breasts were small but pert and well shaped, the arc from the underside of her breasts giving the beautiful effect of her nipples uplifted and begging for attention. Her nipples almost seemed too large for the size of her breasts, dark and very extended in their hardened state. Saundra had never seen nipples as large as this woman's and imagined clamps on them with flesh sticking out from between the metal.

"Stop. Hold your hands behind you. You have lovely, little breasts. Do you enjoy having them played with?" Saundra asked, wondering if they were as sensitive as her own. Her breasts and nipples had always been one of Saundra's strongest erogenous zones; she could never get enough of breast play whether it was by mouth, clamps, or having them whipped. She liked the look of Martha's hands held back, her pretty tits forced forward.

"Oh yes, Mistress, I love having my tits played with. The rougher, the better." Her response was almost a moan. She was in an erotic daze standing before the object of her desire. She could hardly wait to feel whatever Saundra wished to do with her tits and hoped her Mistress would not be too timid in her play.

Saundra felt odd being called "Mistress". It was delightful yet somewhat disturbing; full of excitement as well as responsibility. She glanced at Anthony who softly nodded in encouragement.

Anthony was very much enjoying this display of submission from the cute brunette to his sweet sub. Over the past week, after Martha's avid acceptance to have Saundra dominate her, he'd played out various scenes in which Saundra took control. The images of his full-figured sub dominating the petite lesbian was so erotic he could hardly stand the anticipation. He was not sure if Saundra was ready, but she seemed headed in that direction and he couldn't wait to get things rolling as soon as possible. He'd even laughed to himself thinking he was some divergent Pygmalion.

Now, here they were, the three of them. He was watching while his sexy, lusty Saundra was in control, and the little dark-haired vixen was offering herself up to his shy sub. He wondered what was going on in Saundra's mind, he wished he had ESP at that moment. But perhaps not, the unexpected was usually more thrilling and satisfying.

"Anthony, do you have my box?" Saundra inquired of her box of toys.

"On the night stand next to the bed, my sweet," he answered then took another drink of wine, smiling like the Cheshire cat. 

"Martha, drop your skirt then go get the box and bring it out here," Saundra directed. Martha let her skirt fall to the floor, stepped out of it then picked it up and neatly laid it with the rest of her clothes. As she turned and walked into the bedroom Saundra thought how tight and cute her little ass was underneath her shiny silk panties. "Anthony, I don't know..." she started to say as she got up from her chair and approached him.

"You're doing fine. Everyone is nervous the first time when taking control. Just go with what you feel. Whatever happens will work out fine. She wants this, she needs this. She needs to submit to someone she trusts and wants. Just like you do with me," he said, encouraging her. He stood behind the bar and felt his swollen cock pulse with excitement. In the back of his mind he had been fantasizing of tying Saundra up and jamming his thick rod into her mouth as Martha sucked his sub's pussy. He pondered how hot it would be to use his sub, while her own sub was servicing her.

Martha came back into the room carrying the carved wooden box in front of her. Saundra gestured to the table by the couch and Martha set it down. Saundra walked to the table and turned the box away from the hot little slut and opened it. She took the heavy, metal clamps out and stepped closer to the brunette.

"Hold your tits up for me." For a moment Saundra could scarcely believe she was doing this! The entire situation felt surreal.

Martha pushed her little breasts up practically stretching them out. She watched as her Mistress reached out and pulled on her right nipple, stretching it out and then clasped it at the base with the tight metal clamp. The initial pinch caused Martha to suck in her breath as it was so tight and burned as it squeezed her sensitive flesh. As Saundra had expected, the tip Martha's nipple bulged out from between the clamp like a fat, little berry. Saundra attached the other clamp to her left nipple and watched Martha squirm a bit. Then she lightly stroked the woman's nipple tips listening to her whimper with pleasure.

Saundra was fascinated with Martha's reaction. She could almost feel the pain and the pleasure as she watched her toy's face blush with desire. She had the odd sensation that she was seeing herself. This was how she reacted when Anthony played with her. Her pussy twitched and she thought of how Anthony's cock twitched when he teased her. She felt a bit giddy seeing the same thing from two different perspectives. She suddenly had the urge to suck those dark, rosy nipple tips and bent down bringing her lips to one, nibbling it, then sucking it, then bit it softly. Martha moaned and shuddered against her mouth. Saundra could not help at feeling a strange thrill of controlling the sensations that aroused Martha.

"You like being my little bitch, don't you?" Saundra asked as she straightened to look into Martha's eyes. They were glassy with sensuous hunger.

"Oh yes, Mistress," Martha sighed and nodded her head.

"Remove your panties." Sandra watched as Martha skimmed her panties down her legs and dropped them on top of her clothes. She automatically stood at casual attention resting her clasped hands behind her at the base of her spine. Martha's pussy was as smoothly shaved as Saundra's. Saundra unconsciously reached out and tentatively stroked her pussy lips. They were warm and moist and so sensuous Saundra's immediate thought was to wonder what it would feel like licking them. She blushed at the thought of sucking another woman's pussy and pulled her hand away feeling slightly chagrined. To hide her embarrassment she quickly changed her focus, thinking of Martha's clumsiness and spilling the wine.

"You expressed remorse at splashing the wine on me but I think you need to learn a lesson from that carelessness. Go back into the bedroom and lie down on the bed, face down, arms above your head and your ass raised and ready for punishment." The thought of Martha in the same position as Anthony had commanded of Saundra when discipline was called for thrilled her. She never liked being punished but knew how that hot pain on her ass as Anthony had spanked her spread like molten, sexual desire throughout her body. She loved being put in her place when Anthony administered the paddle, his hand, or flogger to her own ass. This same pleasure was what she was about to give to this delicate, beautiful woman. And that woman desperately needed it as she did, when Anthony disciplined her.

But giving pain and receiving it were entirely different things. Whether or not Martha wanted or needed it, it was still disturbing to Saundra to think of inflicting a thrashing to the woman's sweet, little bottom. Even though she knew how good it felt, and that Martha would relish feeling it, it was still unsettling in some way. When Martha hurried into the bedroom Saundra turned to her Dom feeling out of her element. Anthony came out from behind the bar and embraced his sub. He smoothed her soft hair and kissed her.

"This is going well, darling. That little bitch is practically coming thinking of you, her Mistress, spanking her sweet ass." He reached down between Saundra's thighs and pushed his fingers past her panties to feel her pussy. He laughed feeling how wet she was. As he lightly teased her clit Saundra moaned and pushed back against his fingertips. "Admit it, sweetheart, you are so turned on by all of this. You're drenched just like the slut that you are. Believe me, when you are done having your way with your little toy you will be my slut and she'll witness what a real sub can do." He pulled his hand from her crotch and smacked her ass. Then he gently nudged her toward the bedroom and picking up the box he followed her to her destiny. 



All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 10



Martha waited impatiently for Saundra to join her. Her clamped nipples were deliciously tender as they rubbed against the bedspread. But the sensations only just whet her arousal for her Mistress. She was excited how well Saundra was easing into the role of the Domme. She had noticed Saundra blushing now and then but that only made it all so much sweeter, observing her overcome her hesitance to order Martha into submission. Every nerve in her body tingled with delirious anticipation. How she had longed to have this sexy woman play with her and dominate her! She thought of Saundra's huge tits, sucking on them, then her mind flashed to her Mistress's pussy and of how she would taste. She felt her own cunt flex and ooze sweet, sticky juices and could feel the wetness seeping down to her clit.

Saundra walked into the bedroom and stared at the tight, little ass slightly swaying, raised up high and ready for a spanking. The soft, olive skin of her cheeks was inviting and she envisioned them turning a warm red hue. She glanced back at Anthony behind her and then back at Martha. Could she do this? Could she spank this woman the way Anthony spanked her? Her stomach tightened with nervousness as Anthony placed the box on the night stand then sat in the chair on the opposite side of the bed. To help Saundra along he held up his hands then encircled one of his wrists with his fingers. Saundra nodded and removed the soft, leather cuffs from the box. Saundra trapped Martha's wrists in the cuffs then secured them together with a metal clip. She looked in the box trying to decide what to use on her slut's supple ass.

Glancing over she noticed Martha watching her, a soft smile on the bound woman's sensuous lips. Martha's eyes sparkled with lusty need. Before choosing an instrument of discipline Saundra reached out and lightly stoked Martha's back with her fingertips trailing them down her spine to the middle of the wench's back. Then she stroked her again, starting at her neck and stopped closer to the base of her spine. She kept this up, from Martha's neck and down, getting closer and closer to the tight round ass with each pass. The slut moaned and eased her hips higher enticing those soft fingertips to slide further down. Saundra smiled as she teased the brunette, finally tracing her fingers up and down, flirting just barely within the two luscious cheeks. Then she let her fingers wander farther and skimmed the soft, wet lips of her slut. Saundra was wickedly delighted with how wet the little vixen's pussy was!

As her Mistress eased one finger between her exposed, puffy lips Martha groaned and wiggled her hips a bit. She was nearly beside herself wishing Saundra would get on with it and rub her pussy harder and play with her clit. She whimpered with disappointment as her Domme abandoned the hot, wet pussy and instead caressed her ass cheeks with her soft hand. Gliding her hand over and around the olive skinned globes Saundra thought of the heat that would radiate from them after a good spanking. Martha's ass was so smooth and firm and felt so nice under Saundra's palm. She lightly raked her nails across the orbs of flesh causing them to quiver and the slut to moan loudly. Saundra smiled thinking how sometimes less was more, generating heated anticipation.

At last she gathered her courage and retrieved the flat crop, shaped like a stiff leather strap, and gently smoothed it across Martha's ass cheeks. She glanced at Anthony who was sitting in the chair slowly stroking his cock as he watched. A flash of doubt clouded her expression but Anthony slowly nodded his head for her to begin the discipline. Saundra raised the crop up high and brought it down hard, closing her eyes as the leather soundly connected with the slut's ass. She couldn't decide which was louder, the thwack of the crop or Martha's screech. Saundra shivered, thinking of the burning on her slut's ass sensuously spreading throughout her tight, little body. The novice Mistress hesitated, concerned that the slap had been too hard. But seeing the wench writhe and hearing her whimper "oh yes, oh yes" encouraged Saundra to strike again, this time keeping her eyes open to watch the saucy bitch's reaction. Martha pressed her chest down and pushed her ass up higher mumbling for Saundra to spank her harder. The little vixen was a complete pain slut!

She continued to swat her sub's ass trying to gauge the force of the blows. Soon those soft round cheeks did indeed grow dark pink and she vaguely heard Martha begging her for more. Saundra was transfixed on the reddening ass slightly pumping up and down and her next swat landed just under the cheeks, on the slut's upper thighs and across her sopping pussy. Martha screamed and rocked forward as her body jerked from the pain that sliced through her.

Saundra was startled out of her concentration and stopped to catch her breath. She had not even realized she was breathing so hard. How many blows and landed on that soft, sweet ass? The slut's flesh was nearly crimson which shocked Saundra and she dropped the crop onto the bed. She raised her hand to the tender cheeks and softly caressed them feeling the heat against her palm. As she looked at Martha she realized her own pussy was twitching and her juices were flowing freely. Knowing she was eliciting that hot lust and need in her slut was such a rush, giving her an appreciation of the art of control. Listening to Martha panting and moaning Saundra felt oddly exhilarated, now beginning to understand how Anthony felt when he teased and disciplined her. 

However, Saundra's thoughts suddenly flashed on the cruel spankings she had received from Martin and she shuddered. Of course she knew the difference between Martin's motivation and her own with this submissive woman. Even though Martha had pleaded with her to whip her harder Saundra suddenly felt somewhat guilty. Did the doubt stem from the fact that she'd allowed herself to enjoy her actions or that she was at odds being dominant when she felt so much the submissive? She loved receiving discipline from a loving Dom such as Anthony, yet it seemed bizarre administering the same thing on someone's body. She looked over at Anthony with a confused expression and shook her head. She felt at a total loss as to what to do next. Why in the hell was her mind invoking her worst experiences with her husband, rather than the pleasurable pain Anthony had given her?

"Oh...Mistress...oh, god, I need to come, please!" Martha broke the silent tension in the room. Her ass was on fire but flooded her with such erotic pleasure she was nearly crazy with the need to come. It wasn't the hardest spanking she'd ever received but it was much more than she'd expected from her novice Domme. The petite woman squirmed and whimpered, "Please!"

Without thinking Saundra walked over to Anthony and knelt before him. She gazed up into his eyes and shook her head. "Anthony, I don't want to disappoint you, or her, but I don't think I can go on with this. This is too much. I don't think I can be dominant. Please help me," she whispered.

"It's alright sweetheart. Relax," he said soothingly and stroked her hair. "She needed that, just as you sometimes do. She derived pleasure from the pain, just as you do. You weren't overly forceful, you handled it well." But he could see the doubt in her eyes. "If you're uncomfortable then make her do it herself. Make her come for you by her own hand. Or not. Let her remain unsatisfied and begging for more." Saundra looked back at Martha swaying on the bed and whimpering for relief.

"Watching you was thrilling. I'm almost of the mind to take you now, I'm so hot for you! Make the bitch sit in this chair and watch us. You might even allow her to come as she watches. She wants to obey you, wants to please you. If your pleasure is to submit to me while she watches then that is all she will get." Anthony reached down and caressed Saundra's full breast then squeezed her nipple hard. Saundra moaned as her pussy contracted with the sharp, little pain from the pinch of her hard nub. She was acutely aware of the keen need in her dripping cunt.

"Yes, please. I want you, too. Please, Master?"

"Tell her, then. Get up on the bed in her place and lie down on your back." Anthony stood, kicked off his shoes, and undressed.

"Martha, get up. Get off of the bed, now," Saundra's voice sounded harsh as she stood and quickly stepped back to the side of the bed. All she could think of was getting the bitch off the bed and taking her place, for her own Dom.

"Oh no, please Mistress!" the slut whined in frustration. "I need..."

"Get off that damn bed," Saundra growled and grabbed the petite woman's arm dragging her off the bed. Martha tumbled to the floor at Saundra's feet. The little slut groaned and rose up on her knees with her bound hands between her legs and her face level with her Mistress's pussy. Suddenly reaching up and yanking Saundra's panties down Martha pushed her face upward mashing her lips against Saundra's labia and drove her tongue in between her wet lips. Saundra froze in surprise. She gasped feeling Martha's tongue wriggle up and down her slit and the slut's lips nibbling at her pussy with a hungry enthusiasm. The sudden onslaught of tongue, lips, and teeth was incredible! The startled Mistress moaned feeling the vixen's mouth desperately sucking, her lips pulling at her flesh, her tongue darting into her cunt and back up to her clit, teasing Saundra with such abandon!

Anthony quickly stepped behind his blushing sub and reached his hands up to her breasts cupping them in his palms. His fingertips flicked hard against her nipples then pinched them, squeezing them tightly. He leaned down and kissed along her shoulder then up her neck biting her earlobe. Saundra could feel his hot breath against her skin and grabbed his hands urging him to squeeze her harder. For a moment she was lost to the wild sensations, tumbling into the intense urge building up inside her. She rolled her hips forward shoving her pussy harder against the hot mouth assaulting her cunt. Feeling Anthony's long, rigid cock rubbing against her ass and Martha's mouth devouring her pussy Saundra began to shake and she was quickly overwhelmed with a raging orgasm.

Saundra cried out and grabbed her slut's hair in her fists, riding the bitch's mouth hard. She heard Anthony whispering, urging her on as her climax exploded and rolled through her body. Anthony's thick rod was ready to burst as well. He loved feeling his sub's body jerk and buck against him and hearing Martha's moans and the sucking noises as she continued feasting on her Mistress' cunt. But as Saundra's body simmered and relaxed she abruptly shoved Martha's head back and pulled her hips away feeling Anthony's steel hard cock pressing against her ass.

"Enough!" Saundra voice tore from her throat as Martha's mouth unwillingly yielded from her Domme's sweet pussy. "Go sit in the damn chair, bitch. Don't touch yourself, just sit there and watch me. My body and everything else belongs to my Master. Watch." Saundra turned her back to the slut and passionately kissed Anthony. She heard a sob from Martha and turned to look down on her. "Crawl on your hands and knees and get in that chair." Saundra knew she was being hateful but she couldn't help it. She was so hot she only wanted to feel her Master's touch, his dominance, and not be bothered with playing with someone else. She knew her actions were completely selfish but she was so hot with desire she couldn't stand it. Let Anthony punish her for her wanton nature! Anthony pushed Saundra down on the bed and Martha quickly scrambled away. She crawled up onto the chair feeling her pussy throb mercilessly as she watched Anthony pull a flogger from the box.

Saundra hurriedly kicked off of her sandals and panties draped around her ankles and stretched out on her back holding her arms out at her sides, breathing hard with anticipation. The first blow was so forceful both women grunted, one from the searing pain, the other with jealous empathy. The strikes continued across Saundra's huge breasts, down her belly, and across her thighs. She jerked and grunted, hissed through her teeth, and cried with relief! She wanted the whipping to purge her of her frustrations, her confusion, and bring her back to where she was most secure...being her Master's sub. Her flesh burned and tingled with each strike.

"Tell me what you're feeling, what you're thinking," he demanded of Saundra. She rolled her head from side to side unable to speak, her body still quivering with aftershocks from her intensely hard orgasm. "Tell me!" his voice was louder, his tone more forceful as he brought the flogger down on her breasts. She shrieked and felt tears burn her eyes.

"Oh god, it felt so good, sooo gooood," she moaned. "I just don't know, it wasn't..." she hesitated only to feel the leather ribbons of the flogger bite into her flesh again. "Ugh, oh!" she could only grunt feeling the burning sting infuse her flesh. She sucked in a deep breath and looked up at her Dom. "I wanted this but I didn't want it, all at the same time. I can't explain! Just fucking flog me!" She screamed. Saundra truly felt confused, her thoughts split as to whether she enjoyed dominating someone or felt guilty for it. It was one thing to accept domination, it was entirely different to be the aggressor and dominate someone. She writhed on the bed and pushed her chest up as she cried out, begging for more sweet pain. Her hips lewdly pumped up and down with desperate need as she clenched the bedspread in her fists.

Anthony was captivated by his sub's vehement reactions and continued whipping the flogger against Saundra's body until her flesh was bright red. His cock felt as if it was about to explode and he wanted to fuck her hard and fast. He glanced over at Martha who was squirming in the chair and beckoned her to the bed. When Saundra realized what he was doing she cried out to object but he shoved his hand over her mouth.

"No, my sweet slut. This is what I want. I am your Master, you belong to me and do as I say. You will suck my cock and I want your slut to watch up close." Saundra tried to pull away but Anthony held her fast. "Be still! I'm not going to tell you again!" He leaned down and roughly pinched Saundra's excruciatingly sensitive nipples causing her to scream as Martha crawled up onto the bed. She kneeled by Saundra's side and looked down at her Mistress' lovely face, flush with lurid excitement. Anthony grabbed Saundra's hair and pulled her head back shoving his prick into her mouth. With his free hand he reached down and pushed Martha's head down against Saundra's aching breasts.

Saundra was swimming in ecstasy! Her Master was fucking her mouth, pushing the head of his fat prick against her throat while she felt Martha's greedy mouth sucking her sore, throbbing nipples. She reached down with one hand and grabbed her slut's hair as Anthony relinquished that control and arched her back forcing her tits against Martha's mouth. The exquisite sensations washed over her and she moaned loudly around the thick rod filling her mouth. Suddenly she felt the wench's fingers sliding into her cunt and begin to fuck her hard as tongue and teeth wreaked havoc with her swollen nipples. She screamed again as her ass bucked up off the bed and her second climax overtook her. It crashed down on her hard, wave after wave of electricity caused her pussy to convulse and Saundra's mouth sucked harder in a jerky motion around the thick cock thrusting in and out of her.

"Ohhh...god...yes!" Anthony grunted loudly and felt his own orgasm explode. His cum burst out in hard jets against the back of his sub's throat and he rested his fingers on her neck, feeling her swallowing his load. "Ahhh...such a good girl, yes, drink every drop," he panted as his stiff shaft twitched against her tongue. When he finally pulled his cock from Saundra's mouth Martha pulled back and licked her fingers.

"Get back in the chair, Martha. Play with yourself for me while my Master and I watch," Saundra breathlessly ordered the slut. Saundra raised herself into a sitting position as Anthony sat on the bed and pulled his sub into his arms to rest against his chest. Martha quickly slid off the bed and sat in the chair raising one leg over the padded arm, exposing her sopping cunt. Her pussy was swollen, dark red, and beautifully slick with her juices.

Saundra felt strangely fascinated watching another woman masturbate. Her eyes were riveted on Martha's slender fingers rubbing up and down her dark slit spreading the juices from her cunt to her clit. Then those pretty fingers dove in deep, two thick then a third quickly joining in and she pumped in and out several times moaning with pleasure. She pulled them out and then looped the chain from her nipple clamps once around her middle finger. Sliding her hand down her belly she teased her clit with her fingertips pulling the chain and stretching her strangled nipples. The more excited she became the more rigorously she rubbed her clit which caused the chain to be jerked down hard. She squealed with the exquisite pain but did not let up. Saundra felt stinging twinges in her own nipples and pussy, empathizing with the hot sensations the wench was feeling.

"Ohhhhh...can I...mmmm," the slut in the chair moaned and panted barely able to speak. She looked Saundra, pleading with her eyes as she rubbed and pinched her clit, yanking on the chain around her finger. "Oh please, can I come for you?" she gasped trying hard to hold back until given permission.

Saundra squirmed feeling her Master lightly flick her nipples as his free hand roamed to her pussy. His fingers vigorously manipulated her clit and she felt another climax screaming for release. Yet she lingered, not saying a word to her sub, as she watched Martha frantically bucking her hips up and down. Saundra began to roll her hips as well matching the rhythm of her slut. But for Saundra it was better than what the little vixen was feeling. For Saundra it was her Master bringing her to the edge, controlling her sensations. The sight of Martha gasping and twitching in the chair combined with the feeling of Anthony's fervent touch sent her spiraling out of control. Her permission was but a whisper at first, "Oh yes, oh yes...", then she cried out, "Come now!"

Both women screamed in unison as their orgasms engulfed their bodies, separately yet together. Both women heard each other, their cries and grunting like echoes, as their bodies bucked and jerked, burned and sizzled with pure ecstasy. Anthony couldn't help laugh with delight as he watched the two subs share overwhelming bliss. But he could not stand the throbbing in his hard cock any longer and slid Saundra back down on the bed. Kneeling before her, watching her heaving breasts with each hard breath, he pulled her legs up to rest on his shoulders and drove his rock hard shaft deep into his sub's cunt. He fucked her hard, banging against her, feeling his balls slap against her ass. Her sopping pussy was so hot and tight, gripping his shaft as it continued to spasm with her climax.

"Yes! Oh, fuck!" he grunted as he felt his cock stiffen then release the hot cum bursting from the head of his cock into his sub's deliciously tight pussy. He pumped her several more times before he collapsed on top of her then rolled to his side pulling Saundra against him, his cock still nestled within her. "Oh, sweetheart, you feel so good. You were wonderful. I think you can be dominant if you just let yourself relax," he panted softly, trying to catch his breath.

"I'm not sure about that. But, my god, that was incredible. I knew what she was thinking and feeling. Her reactions and passions mirrored my own, as a sub. It was strange having both perspectives of the situation. It was so exciting, what a rush!" Saundra smiled and cuddled closely to her Master.




All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 10



"As much as I want to continue with this it's close to 3:00. We need to pull ourselves back together so you can get home. I don't want any trouble for you." Anthony hugged and kissed Saundra, then got out of bed to find his clothes. He exchanged knowing smiles with Martha as she got out of the chair and went to the bed. Saundra was sitting up on the edge of the mattress with her feet on the floor. Martha knelt down in front of her and held her wrists up.

"Thank you, Mistress. That was sensational. I hope it won't be long before we can enjoy another afternoon together." The petite brunette smiled up her Domme. Saundra released the clip and removed the cuffs from Martha's wrists. She looked at her sub's glowing face and luscious mouth and leaned down to kiss her. As they kissed Saundra unclasped the clamps from Martha's plump nipples. Martha groaned loudly at the pain as the blood rushed back into her strangled buds. Her pussy spasmed and she longed to spend the rest of the day with Saundra, fulfilling her Mistress in every way! Saundra pulled away with a sigh and got up to get dressed.

"I can't imagine spending a better afternoon than with you two beautiful women. Perhaps we'll have the opportunity to do so, very soon." Anthony pulled on his shoes then stood up and went to Martha, giving her a soft kiss on her cheek. Then he pulled Saundra into his arms and kissed her passionately. "You give me so much pleasure, sweetheart," he whispered then released her. He put the flogger and crop into the box then picked it up and turned back to his sub. "I call you soon, ok?"

Saundra nodded and retrieved her dress from the closet. So many things were running through her mind she wondered how she was going to sort through all the thoughts and feelings. When she was ready she went to the sitting room and found Martha dressed and waiting for her. They rode the elevator down in comfortable silence. While Martha was anxious to see Saundra again very soon she didn't want to press her Mistress too hard. She knew Saundra would probably need some time to think about what had happened and how she truly felt about it.

As they exited the elevator a man standing by the front desk eyed them with interest. He was a client from the law firm for which Martha worked. He almost walked up to her to say hello but he recognized her companion as the wife of another attorney in that same office. He couldn't place the woman's name but remembered meeting her at a party held by Mr. Johnson. At first he wondered what they were doing at the hotel, why they were coming out of the elevator. Then he noticed they were both a bit flushed. Martha was smiling at the other woman. Yes, Martha looked a bit smitten! The man grinned to himself and imagined what might be going on between the two of them. He'd always thought Martha a very bright, sexy woman whom he had considered asking out on a date, once. But when he'd asked Mr. Johnson if Martha was involved with anyone he'd found out she was not inclined toward men.

He trailed them from a discreet distance to the parking lot as Martha followed the woman to her car. Just as the taller, buxom beauty got into her vehicle Martha leaned down and softly caressed her cheek and said something. He was too far away to hear anything but he certainly noticed the woman blush and smile at Martha before she closed the door and Martha walked away to her own car. As he turned and went back into the hotel he daydreamed about how hot it would have been to watch those two beautiful women making love to each other. The idea of their afternoon tryst amused him and he wondered if anyone else knew about them. Perhaps the next time he met with Mr. Johnson he'd try to figure out a subtle way of discovering more details about the sexy Martha and her equally sensuous friend!



All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 11



Clyde Van Nuesen couldn't believe the interesting turn of events. It had been a few weeks since he'd seen Martha and her friend at the hotel and now here he was attending a dinner party at Martin Cook's home and watching the beguiling Martha and the buxom beauty Saundra Cook in the same room together! That day at the hotel had created an enticing perspective on the very possible clandestine adventures of the two women. And after he had met with Mr. Johnson who so graciously recommended Martin Cook to take care of his contractual legal needs, he was even more curious as to the goings on between his lawyer's wife and sweet Martha. The conversation had been interesting as Mr. Johnson made casual mention that Martin's wife gave the most lovely, fulfilling dinner parties and he would suggest to Martin to invite his new client to his next gathering soon.

During the evening he truly appreciated Saundra's graciousness and the beautifully prepared and very delicious dinner. As there were other clients of the firm at the party their attorneys were also in attendance, including Martha. He tried hard not to be obvious as he watched the two women. During cocktails before dinner, as he talked with Martin, he saw Martha follow Saundra into the kitchen and wondered what transpiring between them as the swinging door closed behind them.

"Clyde, I'm pleased that you could join us tonight," Martin said as he handed his newest, very wealthy client a drink. "It's been very interesting to learn about your field of work." Martin smiled and looked Clyde in the eyes, gauging his character. Mr. Johnson had said Martin's work for Clyde would be quite financially lucrative if Martin showed his new client his appreciation. Then Mr. Johnson had laughed and looked at the picture of Saundra on Martin's desk.

"You come highly recommended, Martin. Mr. Johnson had nothing but glowing appraisal of your work." Clyde paused to sip his drink and glance at the kitchen door. "You have a lovely home and a very congenial wife. You are a lucky man. It can be difficult these days to find such a warm and beautiful woman who is willing to work just as hard as her husband in making their lives successful. I was one of the unfortunate ones who had a wife who was only out for herself. Not a team player, if you know what I mean."

"Yes, it's important for a man's wife to be willing to support him in his endeavors. Saundra is very willing in that respect." Both men laughed softly as they sipped their drinks. "Listen, Clyde, tonight might afford you the opportunity to find out what I mean about Saundra." He smiled and turned in time to see his wife come from the kitchen and walk toward him. "Saundra, this is my newest client, Clyde Van Nuesen, Clyde, this is Saundra."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Van Nuesen," Saundra's voice was friendly yet her stance was very formal as she reached out to shake Clyde's hand. He took her hand in his and felt her warm, soft skin, and smiled.

"It's good to meet you, too. You have a lovely home which befits a charming hostess," he complimented her and held her hand for a few more seconds than what seemed appropriate for a first meeting. Saundra felt a shiver course through her, anticipating another night of a not so pleasing encounter. She noticed the look of expectation in Martin's eyes as he looked from her to his client, then back at her. She unconsciously looked around the room and found Martha talking to other guests and Clyde followed her gaze.

"Martin, dinner is ready. Would you please have everyone come to the table?" Saundra excused herself and went back to the kitchen to begin serving dinner.

"Absolutely charming," Clyde said as he watched Saundra stop to make small talk with guests on her way back to the kitchen. He admired her full figure in the dark blue dress that gently hugged her every curve. The way he looked at Saundra did not go unnoticed by Martin.

"Thank you, Clyde. You might engage her attention later, after dinner, and find her very pleasing." He grinned knowingly at his client, tipping him off to something more satisfying than the sumptuous meal Saundra had prepared.

Saundra sat at the table and played the role of the graceful hostess. However, inside, she felt quite agitated and wished she could find the courage to refuse Martin's expectations. She was mostly silent throughout dinner, her attention drifting from Martha to Clyde and even catching Mr. Johnson and Martin gazing at her then over at Clyde. She desperately wished she could stop it all, stop being Martin's whore for his clients. She knew Martin would never change and enjoy a loving, respectful relationship with her. It was frustrating for her to understand why she continued in her role in her loveless, abusive marriage. Although Martin continued to abase her with the idea that she was not smart enough, or good enough to live without him and the life he provided, a part of her rejected those ideas. She had just not found a way to overcome her fear that he might be right.

Yet, her self-confidence was growing. Anthony had given her encouragement and made her gradually realize that she was a strong, smart, lovely woman who could be successful at whatever challenge she chose to undertake. However, on nights such as this, being thrown into a mix of people who were strangers and those she did know, her confidence was shaky as she was a pleaser and was stressed that everything went well. Part of her concern was that Martin was pleased because if he wasn't she was sure to suffer the consequences. But part of it was that she truly wanted the dinner to be a success and in turn make her a success on her own.

As always, after she cleared the last dessert plate from the table, Martin followed her into the kitchen. He pinned her between his body and the sink and kissed her hard. His hands ran over her body and squeezed and pinched her flesh. He sighed and looked into her eyes and smiled wickedly at her.

"Tonight my slut, you are going to pleasure a very wealthy man. In fact, you are going to give him such great satisfaction that he will not mind the enormous sum per hour that it will cost him to get his contracts in legal order. I know you will not fail me, or him." Martin took the tray of coffee cups and turned to go back out to the living room. Saundra felt tears burning her eyes. This had to stop; somehow, she had to make it stop. For tonight she would go through the humiliation of servicing her success-hungry husband's client. But soon, it was going to end, no matter what.

She felt wooden as she took a second tray with the coffee pot, sugar, cream, and spoons and followed Martin out of the kitchen. When they reached the living room she glanced at Martha who smiled warmly at her. Saundra felt a pang of longing to be in a quiet, safe place with her, or better yet, with her true Master. Although Saundra smiled back at Martha, the petite brunette noticed the sadness in her Mistress's eyes as she excused herself and walked down the long hall to the master bedroom. After several minutes Martha got up from the couch and began to follow Saundra but Martin stopped her.

"Martha, the guest restroom is the first door on the right," Martin's voice was quiet but firm. She wondered at his expression, as if he was almost commanding her to only venture as far as the guest restroom. As she went in the direction to which Martin had insisted she noticed Mr. Van Nuesen rise from his chair and quietly speak with Martin. As Martha entered the restroom and closed the door she saw Mr. Van Nuesen walk down the hall towards the back of the house. She couldn't help wonder what was going on between him, Martin, and Saundra. Saundra had not looked at all happy when she left her guests. Something was terribly wrong and Martha needed to find out what was taking place. She stayed in the restroom for a few minutes then opened the door and peeked out to see all the guests engaged in conversation and Martin's back facing her. She quietly slipped out and followed the hall towards the back bedrooms.

Saundra steeled herself to the shame she was about to endure as she heard someone enter the bedroom and approach the bathroom. She was not surprised to see Mr. Van Nuesen standing in the doorway. His expression was peculiar and made her highly uncomfortable, he was not looking or acting like the others Martin had sent her way in the past. She remained silent trying to resign herself to whatever he might demand.

"I have a confession to make," he said softly. When Saundra did not respond he stepped closer and took her hand in his. "I've seen you before. I've seen you at a hotel downtown." He noticed her stiffen at his words and she looked away. "I have wondered what your business was, coming out of the elevator with one of Martin's co-workers. What was most interesting was that it was a female with whom you departed out of the hotel."

"I don't know what you mean," she whispered. Her heart began to pound in her chest realizing someone had seen her and Martha and possibly put two and two together. She could not bring herself to look him in the eyes. She was filled with dread that her secret might be revealed to Martin.

"Don't play games with me. I know that the other woman you were with is a co-worker at your husband's law firm. I happen to know she prefers females, not males." He reached up to stroke Saundra's hair and she pulled away.

"Look, I know why you are here so get on with it. What do you want? A blow job? To fuck me on the counter or on the floor? What?" Saundra's words rushed out in a defiant tone, eager to get things over with. In fact she was scared of what this man thought he knew and that he would tell her husband. At the same time she felt that this might be a strange chance for her freedom. What if he did mention what he saw to Martin? Perhaps Martin would feel such disdain for her that he would completely reject her and she could get out of their so-called marriage.

Martha stood outside the master bathroom, listening to the conversation between Saundra and Mr. Van Nuesen. Since that sensational day when Anthony had introduced Saundra to dominating Martha, Martha's infatuation with Saundra had deepened and she had fantasized about a sweet relationship possibly developing between herself and Saundra. She thought of her Mistress all the time. She was also aware of Saundra's uneasiness about Martin's reaction to Saundra's clandestine exploits. Anthony had made it very clear that Saundra's secrets were to be protected from Martin. The petite brunette's heart pounded as she listened to Mr. Van Nuesen's confession of seeing the two women together and assuming what had happened. On rash impulse Martha softly knocked on the door of the bathroom and called out Saundra's name. She only thought to help her Domme gain control of the situation.

Clyde opened the door and smiled. He was elated at seeing the sassy lawyer standing there. There was no surprise in Martha's expression which intimated she had heard enough to know what was going on. In fact, Martha was frowning in concern and he vaguely wondered if she was there to stand up for her female lover.

"Hello Martha. How nice of you to join us. We were just talking about you. So, tell me, what is really going on between the two of you? I wonder if Martin knows what his sweet wife is up to?" he grinned looking from Saundra to Martha. Saundra almost felt as if the floor was sinking out from underneath her as she realized he probably knew more than she wished. Martha glanced at Saundra and cleared her throat beginning to say something but Saundra cut her off.

"None of your damn business. Now, you're here for a little nasty action, isn't that right? Didn't my husband send you in after me so that his whore of a wife could suck you or fuck you, whatever you wanted? My private life is none of your concern!" She snapped at him as she roughly unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. She yanked out his growing cock and began to stroke it. "You want to fuck, Clyde? You want to get off in the bathroom of your lawyer's home with his wife? I bet you like the idea of all those people out there, wondering where we have gone, why we have been away for more time than it takes to take a quick piss." Her hand pumped his thickening dick and his expression was one of amusement.

Clyde had been excited at the thought of having one up on the two women. He'd had fleeting thoughts of blackmailing them into having sex while he watched, then participated. But here was the buxom bitch fiercely masturbating his swelling cock and seemingly challenging him. Then the little brunette beauty was watching with dismay at the turn of events in the bathroom. He was rather aroused with this take charge attitude of Saundra's!

Saundra was angry and frustrated with her life and it was building up in her. The threat of her private life and secrets from Martin inspired her on to a strongly defensive mode. She knelt down in front of Clyde and glanced out of the corner of her eye at Martha. Her sub had a mix of surprise and excitement on her face as she watched her Mistress take the situation into her own hands. Martha could only stand there, thinking she was going to intercede and help Saundra, suddenly learning that one of Saundra's strengths was her ability to command the unfolding event.

"Pay attention, Clyde. I'm going to suck your cock and you're going to be satisfied with what you get. No negotiating for more from me or Martha, no blackmailing us. Just enjoy your blowjob then leave me be!" Saundra opened wide and surrounded his bulging head with her mouth. Clyde grunted at the heat and strong suction from her mouth. Her tongue played and swirled around his knob then she pushed down, sucking in his rather average sized dick. She noisily sucked, nibbled, and kissed his entire cock. He shivered as she raked her nails across his balls and kneaded them with her fingers. He groaned as she stroked the soft flesh between his balls and ass hole. He glanced at Martha and imagined the two women sucking each other's pussies. He wished he could suck Martha's small, pert tits or play with her cunt as Saundra sucked him hard.

Watching Saundra take command thrilled Martha. She could feel the juices seeping from her pussy, making her panties wet and sticky. As Clyde raised his hand to grasp Saundra's hair her Mistress smacked his hand away then quickly slid her hand between his thighs to tease his balls.

Saundra was not about to take anymore use or abuse from anyone unless she desired to submit. She certainly was not going to let this man blackmail her or Martha. Wanting to get the entire ordeal over with she slipped her fingers to his tight ass hole and ease one finger in slowly than began to pump him as he gasped and twitched. She probed her finger deeper she found his sensitive spot and gently pulsed her finger against his prostrate. He groaned and began to move his hips back and forth meeting her plunging mouth. He moaned and soon his cum was spurting into her mouth as she quickly swallowed his hot, milky fluid. She lightly bit into his shaft with her teeth then pulled away as his orgasm subsided. She grabbed his slick rod in her hand and squeezed hard looking up into his eyes.

"Now you got yours. Don't ever come near me again. Don't ever go near Martha again. Don't ever threaten us in any way. If you try anything stupid I'll press charges that you forced me into this little suck fest. I even have a witness," Saundra spoke softly but firmly as she stood up and glanced at Martha. "I believe it's time you went home, Mr. Van Neusen." Clyde was somewhat overwhelmed at first, feeling the hot afterglow of his climax and the way this woman had taken control. He had a pleasant yet brief image of her curvaceous body dressed in black leather and dominating him. But then he felt indignant and stepped away from Saundra as he quickly pulled his pants up and zipped them closed.

"You think you can order me around, bitch? You can threaten ridiculous legal charges all you want. I'm sure your husband will be interested in hearing about what I saw at the hotel," he sneered at Saundra.

"You didn't see a damn thing. Don't threaten me with assumptions. You don't scare me, Mr. Van Neusen. Get out, now!" Saundra's voice was low but menacing. She felt backed up against a wall but she'd had enough of living a lie with Martin. Her audacious behavior surprised her but she'd reached the point of no return. She was no longer willing to be her husband's leverage of moving up in the world he saw for himself. Let him get there on his own but she was not going to let him pimp her to do so.

Clyde stormed past Martha, shoving her out of the way, and left the two women alone in the bathroom. The emotional strain gripped Saundra's stomach like a vise and she dropped to her knees in front of the toilet and threw up. Embarrassment coursed through her but she felt too drained to care. Martha turned on the sink faucet and soaked a washcloth under the cold water. She squeezed out the excess water and handed the cloth to Saundra.

"Saundra, are you ok?" she asked timidly.

"Not yet. But I'm going to be. I'm through with taking this crap. I'm better than this. To hell with Martin and how he's treated me and our marriage." Saundra turned toward the mirror over the sink and began to straighten her clothes and hair. She felt a strangely peaceful resignation descend over her. She knew exactly what was going to do. She was going to leave Martin and be done with being used. Domination and submission were to be shared and enjoyed out of love, not the warped requirement her husband expected from her. "Martha, go back to the party. I'll be there in a few moments. Please try your best to act as if nothing happened. I don't think Clyde will say anything to Martin tonight and I don't want Martin sensing anything out of sorts."

"Oh God, Saundra, I'm so sorry," Martha whispered and moved to touch her. Saundra eased away and wearily smiled at Martha.

"Just go. Everything's going to be all right." She turned back to the mirror and touched up her lipstick. She felt numb. In the back of her mind she knew the anxiety would soon surface. But for the present she felt that she had everything under control.



All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 12



By the time she'd rejoined the party she noticed that Clyde had left. Martha looked at her as she'd entered the room and Saundra gave her a little, assuring smile. As the party wound down and the guests began to leave Saundra felt fatigue settle in. When she walked Martha to the door the petite lawyer turned and tightly hugged her.

"Saundra, are you sure you're going to be ok? I'm worried for you. What if Clyde does reveal his suspicions to Martin?"

"Hush. There's nothing that I can't handle. Try not to worry. I'll call you soon. Ok?" Saundra whispered as she released Martha. Normally, Saundra would be a jumble of frazzled nerves over a situation such as she was now in. For some reason she felt an overwhelming sense of calm. She wasn't sure if she was merely avoiding fear or if it was peaceful relief in truly committing to change her life.

After she finished cleaning up from the party she headed to the bedroom. She desperately wished she could sleep in one of the spare rooms but obviously could not risk arousing any suspicion in Martin. As she began to undress Martin came out of the bathroom, naked and sporting a semi-hard dick. He stopped to look at her.

"As always you put on a class act, Saundra. The dinner was very good and our guests had a good time. I have an appointment with Clyde tomorrow afternoon and I think things will go quite well," his words sounded hollow to Saundra. She discretely watched him as he climbed into bed. His half erect prick had not gone unnoticed by her and her adrenaline began to race throughout her body. She felt angry knowing he expected her to service him like a cheap whore. That's what he'd coerced her to be and she was damned if she was going to continue.

Saundra pulled on a plain cotton nightshirt and slid into bed but stayed on her side facing away from him. He turned off the bedside lamp then reached over to her, taking her shoulder and pulling her to lie on her back. He grasped her hand and pushed it against his cock to make her stroke him. When she did not respond he sighed heavily and reached up under her shirt and began to squeeze her breasts.

"Stop it. Not tonight, Martin. We both have busy days tomorrow. Go to sleep." She pulled her hand away from his swelling member and rolled away from him.

"You will do as I want. What the hell has gotten into you?" he asked incredulously. He placed his hand on her shoulder but she shrugged him off.

"I've had enough. I'm tired. Let's just go to sleep." Her voice was quiet but her tone was stern. Martin stared at her dark form, surprised at her rebuffing insolence. She had never refused him before. She was usually sullen, sometimes tearfully unwilling, yet in the end always submissive. Between her cold response, and the way Clyde had quietly left right after he'd come back from his rendezvous with Saundra, Martin felt somewhat uneasy. 

Something was out of sorts, and although he felt suspicious he decided not to push it tonight. Instead he would wait until after his meeting with Clyde and find out what caused this sudden change in her demeanor. He was uncomfortable with the unanticipated behaviors of his new client and his wife and thought it best to gather the facts before he acted further. He was inclined to think she must have done something very wrong and if it were so, she was going to regret it. He rolled over and thought about what punishment she would deserve as he drifted into a restless sleep.

The next afternoon, as soon as Clyde walked into Martin's office the young lawyer felt there was something definitely wrong. His normally jovial client sat down across the desk from Martin with a rather serious expression.

"Good afternoon, Clyde. Would you care for something to drink, coffee, soda, something stronger?"

"No, thank you, Martin."

"I'm glad you could come to dinner last night. We didn't really have the chance to talk just before you left. Did you enjoy your evening?" Martin shifted in his chair wondering what Clyde was thinking.

"It was interesting. Listen, I understand that Mr. Johnson asked you to work with me on my business contracts and I appreciate that. Since he recommended you I trust that you are highly competent in that field."

"I appreciate that, sir. Please know that I will do my utmost to satisfy your business needs." Martin was beginning to feel impatient. By his physical language and terse expression something was obviously bothering Clyde and Martin wished he would just bring it out in the open. Surely he was not offended by the offer of Saundra's pleasures as Clyde had seemed genuinely eager to join her in a little sex play. Yet, Clyde proceeded to keep the discussion on a professional level, although he seemed somewhat reserved. Martin forced himself to focus on the matters at hand and push away his personal concerns.

After an hour of conversation their business was concluded and their talk turned casual as they spoke of playing golf together in an upcoming charity tournament. Mr. Johnson had told Martin he would be joining him in a foursome that would include Clyde and another client. As Clyde stood up and shook Martin's hand he glanced down at the picture of Saundra on the desk. Martin followed his gaze and wondered why Clyde seemed aloof during their meeting, but was glad his client now seemed more relaxed.

"Your dinner party last night was enjoyable, Martin. I appreciate you inviting me. You have a lovely wife. She's quite talented."

"Thank you. As mentioned last night it takes teamwork to establish a successful career."

"Yes, I'm sure," Clyde grinned as he drew closer to hinting at his secret about Saundra. "I'll bet she pleases both your male and female clients quite well."

"Excuse me?" Martin's smile faded and he frowned in confusion. Although Clyde could not know that he did not have any female clients he instantly felt on guard as to what Clyde meant.

"Well, I just assumed..." Clyde let the intriguing allusion hang between them. He turned and went to the door and just as he opened it he spied Martha not far away, talking with another co-worker. Martin followed him out of the office and noticed Clyde was gazing at Martha. When he looked back at his client Clyde smiled and again looked over at Martha. "She's a lovely, sexy little thing. Too bad she swings the wrong way," Clyde laughed smugly. Martin maintained a calm demeanor as his mind raced with the subtle allegation Clyde seemed to be implying.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed your evening last night. I look forward to playing golf with you this Saturday." Martin quickly changed the subject to brush off Clyde's supposed suggestion. There was a nagging little voice in the back of his mind as to what Clyde was insinuating and the behavior of both his client and his wife the night before. Now that he thought about it, it did seem that Martha had been gone longer than was necessary and she rejoined the party only moments after Clyde had come back out.

"Yes, Saturday will be fun. The weather forecast is in our favor for sunshine and a mild temperature. Thanks, Martin." Clyde smiled and walked away. Martin watched him as he walked between the desks of the common area of the office. He caught the disdainful concern on Martha's face when she looked up as Clyde brushed closely past her. The petite lawyer abruptly finished her conversation and quickly walked back to her office.

Martin didn't need to guess at what was going on, now. His gut instinct told him it was a safe bet that Martha was probably calling his wife from her office. What the hell was his slut doing with that lesbian? His anger began to build at the thought of his wife having some kind of disgusting fling with another woman, especially with one of his co-workers. Talk about adding insult to injury! His first reaction was to want to confront his associate but that would not be possible in the busy office. He took a deep breath to focus on a meeting he needed to attend and knew his suspicions would have to wait. As he went back into his office to gather his files he made a quick phone call to his home and found the line busy. He forced himself to calm down. Control was the key and he would sort things out as soon as he could leave the office and confront his whore of a wife.

"Hello?" Saundra answered.

"Saundra, it's Martha. Mr. Van Neusen just left the office. From the looks on his and Martin's faces something was discussed other than business. You should have seen the smug expression on Van Neusen's face as he passed me on his way out. Martin was trying to hide it but he looked upset as he went back into his office," her words came out in a rush. "I know Martin has abused you, Anthony told me. I'm worried about you!"

"Martin told me last night that he was meeting with Mr. Van Neusen. Please don't provoke Martin by panicking. Just act as if it's business as usual." Saundra's calm puzzled Martha.

"But Saundra," Martha began.

"Martha, I called Anthony earlier and told him what happened. He's going to help me," Saundra interrupted her. "Just keep your distance from Martin. I don't want you involved in any trouble because of me. Please."

Martha hesitated not knowing what to say. She had admired Saundra for a long time and since their afternoon together she had fantasized about what might grow between them. Perhaps it was only infatuation but she adored Saundra. She wondered if she was only being selfish out of fear of losing Saundra and what they could possibly have together.

"All right. But please call me if you need me. I'll do whatever you need to help you."

"I appreciate that Martha. You are a sweet woman. Just stay safe, ok? I have to go. I've got a lot to get done before tonight. We'll talk soon."

"Ok. Bye," Martha sighed.

"Bye," Saundra said and hung up the phone. She wanted to get out of the house before Martin came home from work that evening. Yet her natural instinct was such that she could only accomplish things by planning them out. She was rather insecure with any sort of spontaneity. Her self-confidence came from knowing what and how things would happen. Her thoughts flashed on her afternoon with Martha and Anthony. While she had ended up enjoying their liaison, on the inside she had been in turmoil over-thinking her actions and reactions. She couldn't allow herself to be in that state of mind, now. She needed to be clear about what she was doing.

When she had spoken with Anthony earlier that morning she had lost her composure and cried for a few minutes. But Anthony took control and helped her calm down. He told her he'd come right away for her but she asked him to wait. She needed to do things her way and not act like some panicked little rabbit. She wanted a little time to come to terms with her decision and be rational about it. Once she left there would be no turning back and it somewhat surprised her that there might be any question about leaving. But after several years of being told what, when, where, and how to live her life she needed to absorb the impact of this dramatic change in her life. Saundra needed to feel in control of herself and not let Martin dictate her actions in any way. Anthony reluctantly conceded to her wishes and told her he would make arrangements for a safe place for her and would wait for her call when she was ready.

After her conversation with Anthony, Saundra seemed to be in a strange fog; it was a similar reaction as when she experienced physical pain and endorphins were released to counteract the shock to her body. Emotional pain and fear invoked the same chemical response from her brain. She was well aware of the possible consequences from the meeting between Martin and Clyde. Yet her anxiety was being suppressed enough to allow her to function in a rational manner. She had always been one who could stay calm in the midst of a storm, only to break down and worry or cry after things were resolved or at least under control.

Saundra thought about how Martin had woken her up on his way out, leaving for work. His kiss had been deceivingly gentle as he gazed into her eyes. He told her he expected she would be more accommodating later that night with no excuses of being tired. As soon as he'd left she got up and taken a long hot shower mulling over what to do. At first she considered going to her parents' house; they lived about a three hour drive south of Chicago. But she didn't want to take her car. She didn't want to take anything that connected her to Martin, let alone be traced by him. She had also toyed with the idea of catching a flight out to her sister's home in New York. Her family had always thought her marriage was strange. Her mother and sister were always making subtle comments trying to give her the opportunity to open up to them. But she remained stoic. Martin had worn her self-esteem so far down that for the most part she was convinced that the life she was living was what she deserved. No longer though, she had woken up and found herself again and was not going to be bound in her sham of a marriage.

During the morning she had distracted herself by making some calls in regards to the charity for which she was chairwoman. Trepidation occasionally threatened her bizarre calm but she felt an obligation to the other ladies with whom she worked and was determined not to let Martin dictate her actions. She was no longer his puppet.

She needed to relegate some duties to other members of the charity. Ironically it involved a dinner and dance that was to be held in counterpart to the same golf tournament that Martin was to play in that Saturday. But that just made her feel vindicated, that he would not stop her in making that event a success while she quietly left him. She wondered how he would handle attending the dinner without her, the person who had planned and directed the event.

After she'd finished making her calls she did some laundry, only washing her clothes and not Martin's. Anthony called to check on her admitting he was anxious about getting her out of the house before her husband came home. Saundra assured him she would call him with time to spare. Then she made a trip to the bank to withdraw money from their joint savings account, a total of $5000.00, and went to a different bank to set up her own account. Stopping at the grocery store she got a couple of apple boxes from the produce department to pack her personal belongings that she did no want to leave behind, photographs, books, and other, small personal items from her family. When she arrived home she packed the boxes first, then brought out her largest suitcase to begin packing her clothes. She glanced at the clock and was surprised to see it was already nearing 5pm so she called Anthony. He told her he was on his way.

It was much later than Saundra had planned to start packing and she felt agitated about letting time slip past her. However, Anthony was on his way and she would be long gone before Martin arrived home which was usually between 6:30 and 7:00. As she was quickly folding and organizing her clothes in the suitcase she heard the front door open then slam shut. Oh, the wrench thrown into best laid plans! Her heart froze and her breath caught in her throat and time seemed to stand still. She could only think that Mr. Van Neusen had given Martin an earful and he was home early to confront her about it. At first she considered grabbing the phone and running into the bathroom and locking herself in. But no sooner did she have that thought when she glanced toward the bedroom door and saw Martin standing there.

"Where do you think you're going?" Martin asked quietly. Saundra watched his eyes as he gazed down at the two boxes on the floor next to the bed, then at her half-packed suitcase. She could only stand there, her arms pressed against her sides, feeling stiff and glued to her position next to the bed.

"I'm going to go see my parents," she replied firmly, trying to sound convincing. She was unable to look away from him, keeping a watchful eye on his movements.

"Just out of the blue you decided to visit your parents? I don't think so," he said as he walked toward her. "You've got a big day coming up this Saturday. It's not like you to just run out on your responsibilities."

"I'm not..." she started to justify herself but Martin grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him. Fear and anger welled up inside her as she mentally prepared herself for his onslaught of verbal or physical abuse. She felt every muscle in her body tense up in defense, ready to strike back. He shoved her down to sit on the bed.

"What's really going on, Saundra? From the look on your face there's no doubt you're up to something." He bent down and looked into her eyes, his face two inches from hers. "What are you trying to hide from me? After all our years together, surely you know I know everything that goes on with you." Martin hissed at her. A humorless smile played across his lips and his eyes were full of accusation. "Don't think about lying, Wife," he emphasized the last word as if with disgust.

Saundra's stomach churned and tightened in fear. She desperately hated confrontation of any sort. Yet part of her mind raged at her to stand up to his intimidation. Her hands trembled in her lap and she forced herself to look into Martin's angry eyes. She scooted herself backwards on the bed just to give herself a few inches of space away from him.

"I'm leaving you." No sooner had the words spilled from her lips than she heard him begin to laugh, it was loud and hollow, as if forced. She felt confused by his reaction. She had completely expected a slap or for him to begin yelling at her. He stepped away and simply stared at her.

"Obviously you're not joking as you've gone so far as to pack your things. What do you think you will do when you leave, Saundra? How do you think you will live? You have no experience in the real, professional world. You might be good at organizing dinner parties and charity events but how will that earn you income? You're just going to end up as some minimum wage receptionist somewhere, living in a dingy, little apartment with nothing to show for yourself. You might have a college degree but you have no 'street' sense. You wouldn't last more than a week on your own!" he spat at her, mocking her.

"I have supported you since we were married," he continued to lecture her. "I've worked hard for you, for us. You live in a luxurious bubble of afternoon teas, volunteering for charities, and social gatherings. It's from my efforts that you have a beautiful home, salon appointments for your hair and nails, the best tailored fashions, the pretty shoes, and the jewelry. You keep company with the upper crust of society. You're being ridiculously irrational. You won't last without me." He stepped right up to her and stared down at her, his eyes burning into her. When she remained silent he reached down and grabbed her hair to force her to look up at him.

"Tell me about Martha. Are you having an affair with her? Are you trying to make a fool of me by fucking that slut of a lesbian? Did you think you could keep it from me?" he yelled, losing his composure.

"Martha has nothing to do with us, leave her out of it. Yes, you've worked very hard. Your ambition has accomplished many comforts. On the other hand, you've kept me busy as well. Servicing your clients like a street whore. Nothing is worth that Martin, nothing. I am not a whore and I won't be treated like one anymore. Your confidence in your legal career must be sorely lacking if you think your clients need blowjobs and quick fucks from your wife to encourage their doing business with you!" Her last words were nearly shouted from her, the anger and frustration erupting from deep inside her. He slapped her so hard she fell back and her ears were ringing.

"You insolent bitch! Don't you dare disrespect me!" He stalked away and paced back and forth. His face was dark and red with intense fury. Saundra held her palm to her cheek, feeling the heat of his slap. She watched him pace and while part of her felt hatred for him, part of her actually pitied him. He had no idea how to love and be loved. She perceived him to be an empty shell with no feelings or conscience. She wondered how his clients could respect him, a man who would pimp his wife for status and money.




All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 12



"I don't care about all the material things, the money, or the social status. I'm going to have a better life even if it's in a job as a minimum wage receptionist living in a dingy apartment. Over the years I've learned the hard way that you will never give me what I really need and want." Saundra said in a no-nonsense tone of voice as if speaking to a child in the middle of a temper tantrum. Martin stopped and looked at her. He was momentarily baffled by her chilling calm. He hadn't expected this reaction from her, rather thinking she'd be crying and begging for forgiveness as she had in the past when he'd threatened her with his authority.

"What haven't I given you, you ungrateful bitch?" His breathing was labored with anger as he watched her get up from the bed and stand defiantly before him.

"Your love and respect, your encouragement and moral support," she answered straining to be firm and not cry or weaken before him. "You have stripped me of self-confidence and dignity. Hell, I let you do it. I've been fed your way of life and I've eaten every bit of it until I'm sick of it. I've tried hard to be patient, to be the loving, attentive wife you expected and all along I dared to hope it would be reciprocated. But you aren't capable of treating me with respect or loving me. No more, Martin, I'm done with it." She wasn't sure where it was coming from but her determination to free herself of her own decline under his thumb strengthened her resolve.

At first Martin looked at her as if she was crazy. Then he grabbed her, knocking her off balance, and threw her to the floor. He dropped to his knees, straddling her, and slapped her again but was surprised as she fought back. This only served to stoke his fury. She had never defended herself, never retaliated! He felt his dominance threatened, his very way of life attacked. He grabbed the front of her blouse and ripped it open. Saundra slapped and pulled at his hands and arms to no avail as he grabbed her bra and roughly forced it up over her breasts. Martin slapped her face then planted one hand across her nose and eyes as he leaned down and sucked the pale flesh of her large breasts. She could taste blood and realized she'd bit the inside of her cheek from the force of his hand. He sank his teeth into her tender skin and she screamed bucking her hips trying to throw him off of her. He pulled back from her and smacked his hand hard against the side of her head. She grunted and lay still, lost in a daze. He shoved her skirt up to her waist and ripped her panties from her body. Saundra moaned, trying to reclaim her senses. She could feel Martin move between her legs and quickly open his pants and then felt him rub the head of his cock against her dry pussy.

"You are my wife, my slut, my fucking whore," he growled at her. He began jabbing his semi-hard cock at her hole, too dry to admit him. It was as if she'd clamped shut in rejection! Martin pulled his belt from his waist and stood up. He blocked out Saundra's cries as he whipped her body with his belt. When he tired of punishing her he straddled her chest on his knees and positioned his cock at her mouth then grabbed her hair forcing her head back. She gasped from the jagged pain to her scalp feeling as if he was trying to rip her hair out by the roots. Martin took advantage and drove his cock into her gaping mouth jamming his shaft deeply into her. "Suck my cock, bitch! Stop whimpering. You always like it rough!" he goaded her.

Saundra fought unconsciousness. Her body was wracked with dark, ugly pain. Yet she refused to suck or lick his swelling cock. He fucked her mouth for several minutes but when she did not respond to his liking he pulled out and moved back between her legs. Now that his cock was wet with her saliva and blood he found it slightly easier to force himself inside her tight pussy. She squirmed trying to wriggle out from under him but he grabbed one of her tits in one hand and her hip with his other hand as he drilled into her. She screamed and rolled her head from side to side sobbing from fear and rage. The painful stabbing of his shaft might as well been a hot knife slicing the delicate tissues of her vagina. She stiffened and lay as still as possible and cried praying he would be quick.

He pounded into her with a vengeance. He could feel his balls tighten in anticipation but he was so angry he was having trouble coming inside her. He grunted loudly and pulled out frustrated with his inability to climax. He stood up with his feet firmly planted on either side of her. He was too blind with fury to notice her tear stained face, the blood that had escaped her mouth, drooling from her lips. Taking his cock in his fist he did not even notice it was streaked with vaginal blood as he lewdly began to masturbate over her body.

"Bitch! You can't even make me come with that used, nasty cunt of yours!" he yelled and furiously pumped his rigid staff. Then, finally, his balls released and he ejaculated spewing his fluid on her face and breasts. Somehow the usual satisfaction of orgasm eluded him. It was merely an automatic reflex with no pleasure. This surprised him and he could only stand there panting looking down on his silent wife. He had a flash back to when he was a boy and could hear his mother and father behind their closed bedroom door. His father's angry voice filled his ears and his mother's sad cries reverberated in his mind. He had become just like his father whom he hated for treating his mother so badly. Yet, his distorted mind quickly rationalized that Saundra had deserved what she had received. She made him act so hatefully with her defiance.

Martin stepped away from her and sat on the bed avoiding looking at her battered body. He tried to suppress the thoughts and memories swirling within his mind. He refused to accept the blame for what he had just done or his wife's rejection of their way of life. As he stood up and dressed all he could think of was that she had driven him to this point and she had needed punishment. He tried to block out the sudden images of Saundra and the men he had forced on her, of Saundra and Martha together having some obscene sexual escapade. He walked toward the bedroom door and paused, not looking back at her, ignoring any guilt that threatened his thoughts.

"Get up and put your things away. You're not leaving. You can't leave me. You can't abandon the life I've given you. I'm going out. When I get back I expect dinner to be ready. I expect you to behave like the wife that you should be." As he walked out of the room he felt confident she would do as she was told. Her threat of abandoning him was ludicrous. Now he was going to have to keep closer tabs on her which would be an inconvenience. But she was going to learn she would not be allowed to do anything or go anywhere without his permission.

Saundra rolled to her side and sobbed. Every nerve in her body was wired and throbbing in horrible pain. She glanced at the bed and saw her open suitcase and still half packed. That's how she felt, split wide open and horribly vulnerable. She had no idea how long she had lain there when she heard the doorbell ring. She wondered who in the hell it could be and wished whoever it was would just go away. But the bell rang again and again. It seemed the harder she tried to ignore it the more insistent it sounded. Then it dawned on her that it was Anthony. She managed to pull herself up to her feet and stagger down the hallway. She had no thought of how she looked, swollen, bruised, and bloody. The blood crusted across her cheek and the insides of her thighs. Her clothes were ripped exposing the dark, red welts all over her body. She leaned against the front door and drew a deep breath.

"Who's there?" she forced the words from her throat momentarily fearing it would be Martin playing some cruel game.

"Saundra? Open the door! It's Anthony!" he sounded frantic. As the door slowly swung open he moaned at the sight of her. "Jesus, what happened?" he whispered as she stood there trembling and trying to regain her composure.

"Martin happened. Please get me out of here," she whimpered trying to staunch her tears. He reached out to take her in his arms but she flinched and pulled away. "No, don't touch me. Just get the boxes by the bed." She released a long, drawn out breath and stood aside to let Anthony in. He followed silently as she led him to the bedroom. Saundra felt disconnected and moved in a robotic fashion. She went into the bathroom to try and collect herself as Anthony picked up the boxes and took them out to his car. She splashed cool water on her face then went back to finish packing her clothes. 

"Saundra, just change your clothes, let me finish packing," Anthony said as he came back into the room. As she struggled to remove the remains of her ragged clothes she staggered a bit and he lightly took her arm in his hand. "Let me help you, darling," he whispered. She started mumbling, her words rushing out as if trying to expel her horrid experience.

"He's sick, he can't help it. But god, did he hurt me. Oh, Anthony, I hurt so bad!" she started to cry again. Her heart ached as badly as her body. "He beat me and raped me!" she whimpered. "Oh, god, I need to take a shower," she tried to pull away from Anthony.

"Come on, let's get you dressed. Let's get out of here. You can shower at my place."

Saundra went silent and like a child let him dress her. Grabbing her suitcase he led her out to his car. The trip to his house was in painful silence only broken with an occasional whimper or moan as Saundra softly cried. Once they arrived he took her straight to his bathroom and helped her into the shower. The hot water burned the welts on her flesh but it felt as if she was burning an old, unwanted life from her body and mind. She ached everywhere as she struggled to scrub her skin and rinse the blood and semen from her body. She washed herself several times until the water began to run cool. When she got out she found soft towels and one of her nightgowns on the bathroom counter which Anthony had left for her. She came out of the bathroom and went straight to the bed and eased her body down. Anthony came in and sat on the edge of the bed and sadly looked at her. His heart ached for her. She looked exhausted. She appeared so frail he worried that maybe they should have gone to the hospital emergency room. He wished he could take her into his arms and comfort her but he held back and gave her some space.

"We should call the police. Rape is rape, no matter that you're married to that bastard." Anthony was thinking of personally confronting Martin and giving him the beating of his life.

"No," Saundra sighed. "I want nothing more to do with him. I just want a divorce and to disappear. Screw him. No more drama, no more pain, please."

"Try to rest, sweetheart. You're safe here." Anthony leaned over and kissed her forehead then turned out the light and pulled the covers over her.

"The bastard couldn't even get off. He had to jerk off to come. Fucking pathetic," she mumbled. "Oh, god, Martha. Can you call her? Please make sure she's ok." Saundra started to sit up, worry bursting through her fatigue.

"Shhhh. Yes, I'll call her. Just get some rest." Anthony gently eased her back down and got up to leave her to sleep.

At the same time that Anthony was calling Martha, Martin had returned home to find Saundra gone. He angrily paced in the bedroom and devised ways of getting back at her. He believed that he would catch up with her but in the back of his mind he wondered if it wouldn't be a relief to be rid of her. Part of him was disgusted with her, no matter that he was the cause of this cursed turn of events. His tortured mind twisted all that had happened, throughout their marriage, and he tried to convince himself that he was better off without her. He placated his ego that he could easily find another female, who was selfish enough to do anything for an easy life, to take her place. Yet in the deep recesses of his mind he knew there would never be another like his Saundra. He lay down on the bed, his mind a chaotic swirl thinking of all the things that had gone between him and his wife. As the day slipped into the darkness of night he dozed off into a fitful sleep, alone, angry, and frustrated.



All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 13



Towards dawn Donald woke up with a start realizing his lover was not next to him. After the bad dream Saundra had earlier in the night he was concerned and immediately got up and went in search for her. He found her curled up on the bench of the bay window in the kitchen. Her small silhouette against the early grey light made her appear vulnerable; she sat staring out the window with her legs pulled up and her chin resting on her knees.

"Saundra, sweetheart, come back to bed," Donald softly said. She looked over at him, startled from her memories. He came to her and took her hand; her hand felt so cold in his warm grasp. He kissed her fingers then drew her up into his arms. She was shivering and he held her tightly against him for several moments before leading her back to the bedroom. As they snuggled in bed he worried about her. He could not ignore that she had been acting differently since the beginning of the bank deal with his Japanese client. She lingered in his arms for a while then rolled to her side and fell asleep. He wished she would confide in him what was troubling her.

They slept in late for a change. Between Donald's lack of physical satisfaction and Saundra's nightmare and long absence from bed they both had a restless night. She fixed a breakfast of French toast, eggs, and bacon while he made the coffee and set the kitchen table. After eating they shared the morning paper while they drank coffee and talked quietly about various articles. Donald helped her clean the kitchen then took her into his arms and softly kissed her. She grinned, reveling in his warm affection.

"What would you like to do today?" he asked.

"We've got a lot going on this week so I would just like to stay here and relax. Maybe watch some movies on TV, or maybe there's a good football game on," she answered as she gently pulled away from him. "But right now I want a nice, hot shower. Come on, you can bathe me," she slyly smiled at him as she strolled away. He grinned and followed her down the hall to the master bathroom. She stood in the center of the bathroom, the cool marble gleaming all around her and beckoned him inside. "Strip," she commanded him. As he was only wearing a tee shirt and briefs he was quickly naked. Saundra smiled at him, taking in his broad, hairy chest, his slight paunch and love handles, then dropped her gaze to his beautiful cock nestled against his full, round balls. She knew he had been expecting a surprise the night before but she had been too tired to play. Poor baby, she mused.

Donald stood there in all his naked glory feeling excited yet impatient. He could feel his cock beginning to swell just from his Mistress' appraisal. He wanted so badly to touch her, to feel her large breasts and suck on them, to feel her plump, round ass and squeeze it. He could barely stand the anticipation of her desires!

"Remove my robe and nightshirt. Oh, and the golden rule is now in effect, so you may not touch me unless I give you permission or physically guide you in some way. I don't want to feel any part of your body touching me, not yet, anyway."

He pushed the robe off her shoulders and pulled it down her pale, soft arms, eased it away from her body, then hung it on a hook on the back of the door. When he turned back to her he grasped the hem of her nightshirt to pull it up and off her body. His eyes followed the hem as he slowly raised it up. Her soft, clean-shaven mound was enticingly revealed, then her pale, supple belly; slowly up the shirt went to expose her luscious, full tits. Her pink, stiff nipples pointed upward as she lifted her arms pulling her breasts up and his mouth watered to suck on them. His hardened cock twitched at the very thought of it! As he continued to pull her nightshirt off he leaned his face down to her breasts, just to feel the heat of her skin and smell her soft scent. His lips were daringly close to her swollen buds. For an instant her face was covered as he pulled the nightshirt over her head and her chest pushed out slightly when she withdrew her arms from the sleeves. And in that moment Donald's warm lips brushed across one of his Mistress's nipples.

He immediately stood straight up and glanced down into her eyes to see if she had felt that feathery contact of lip to nipple. He had not done it on purpose, or had he? He was dying to touch her but he had only intended to breathe her in, not to make contact. Her expression showed no hint as to what she had felt. But when he dropped his gaze to her breasts he noticed her areola was now puckered around the nipple he had grazed with his lips. No doubt she had certainly felt the tease of his lips.

Saundra smiled and slipped past him walking back into the bedroom and turned to look at him. "Come here." He followed her and stood warily before her. She reached down and stroked his long rod with her fingertips and he softly moaned to feel her finally touching his aching cock. She cradled his balls in her palm then slowly squeezed them; softly at first but then increased the pressure until he flinched uncomfortably. "Don't think I didn't feel what you did, Donald. You know how sensitive my nipples are." When she released him he sighed from the sexual tension building up within him. He watched her apprehensively as she walked to the nightstand and opened the drawer. She dug around to find what she wanted then his eyes widened when she removed a paddle.

"When did you get that?"

"This?" She held it up and turned it in her hand. "Well, you know, tools of the trade, so to speak. You, of all people, know how important it is to have the right tools to be successful. I want to be a successful Mistress which includes giving you pleasure or punishment, whichever you deserve. When I told you not to touch me with any part of your body, what happened?"

"Saundra, I didn't mean..."

"Darling, it's a matter of control, isn't it? I've been trying to teach you that virtue and for the most part you've done well. But you had a little lapse just a few minutes ago, didn't you?" She came up to him and swirled her fingertip around his thick cockhead. He winced, desperate to feel her hand wrapped around his needy shaft and stroke him to a sweet climax. His eyes were glued on her finger as she raised it to her lips. "I have to admit I want to feel you touching me. I need it badly. I'm so hot for you baby," she said seductively as she delicately licked his precum from her finger, savoring his taste. "But only when I allow you to pleasure me and only in the ways I desire for you to do so." Her hand went back to his cock and gave it a hard squeeze eliciting a soft groan from him. "Now, be a good boy and turn around and bend over the chair behind you." She released her hand from his engorged member and stared at him expectantly.

For a fleeting moment he thought of just overpowering her and taking her. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her hard and come deep inside her tight cunt. Yet she looked so beautiful in her naked stance, paddle in hand, power exuding from her, thrilling him in such a strange way. It had always been his natural instinct to be dominant, whether it was business or personal. He wondered if he would ever understand the attraction of her dominating him. However, he was hard pressed to deny that in relinquishing control he found an exciting freedom to let himself experience sensations in ways he'd never dreamed or thought of. Even if he felt some humiliation in being teased, denied, or punished, the overall effect on his entire life was exhilarating. He had never felt so happy and complete as he did now in his relationship with Saundra. He had never felt such love and devotion for anyone as much as he did for his Mistress. It was something he just could not explain. As much as he dreaded the pain he was about to receive he welcomed it even if he hated to admit it. He turned and leaned over the chair grasping the back of it and tensed in anticipation.

"I think twenty should be enough, don't you my pet? Don't forget to count." Saundra softly said as she caressed his ass cheeks with her warm palm. She knew he felt conflicted, she had seen it in his eyes when she'd pulled the paddle out of the drawer. Yet, here was this man, strong and dynamic, willingly submitting to her. She was proud of him for overcoming his apprehension of letting someone else take control. Her heart swelled with emotion. He was so sweet and caring. He loved to please her and she adored him for it. She let several moments pass until she felt his ass cheeks relax then without warning brought the paddle down hard.

"One!" he blurted out and put his head down. It hurt, but he was determined to get through it. By the seventh swat his ass was stinging badly and he was panting trying to ease the pain with deep breaths. Every now and then Saundra would pause and reach between his legs to slowly stroke his cock and balls. With each soft touch of her warm hand he would groan and whisper, "Please, please, please" over and over. She took immense pleasure in feeling his precum seeping from him while her own juices flowed from between her swollen pussy lips. Yet, the blows continued, harder and faster. By the fifteenth blow he was grunting hard as he forced the count from his lips. When she finally reached twenty his ass was blazing as if on fire and he could barely spit out the count. But also, his cock was throbbing painfully and the pressure in his balls was maddening. He was baffled at how such pain enhanced his desire and every time she touched his straining shaft he had to fight back his orgasm. When she allowed him to stand she noted the flush in his face was almost as red as his tender ass.

"Well, now that we've worked up a light sweat that shower sounds heavenly, don't you think?" She tossed the paddle onto the chair and headed into the bathroom. Donald looked helplessly down at his engorged cock and then at her luscious, swaying ass as she walked away from him.

"Saundra, please..." he groaned in desperation as he followed her. She turned the water on and adjusted the faucet knobs. As soon as the temperature was to her satisfaction she stepped into the shower and he quickly joined her. Without a word she turned him so that his back was to the showerhead and she immediately kneeled before him. Roughly grabbing his long, hard cock she wrapped her lips tightly around his shaft and began to suck hard, bobbing up and down his thick length. Just as he felt the burn of the hot water streaming over his raw ass he bellowed in painful relief as his cum forcefully burst from his cock. Her hand squeezed and pumped his shaft as her mouth sucked on his bulging head, milking him for every drop he had. Donald's body shook with intense pleasure and exquisite pain from back to front. His legs were suddenly almost too weak to hold him up and he had to reach out and brace his hands against the shower walls so as not to fall. She stood up and embraced him.

"There now, don't you feel better? A light chastisement for a small infraction plus a little reward for enduring your spanking so well." She kissed his chest and sucked on his nipples, biting them a little. "Hmmmm...maybe I'm too easy on you," she teased. She truly did care that he was aching for release and she felt somewhat badly about not fulfilling her promise of his surprise after he so bravely obeyed her at the opera the night before. His pure desire to please her was much more than she had expected, not to mention his incredible mouth bringing her to a wild orgasm. "Time to wash me, pet. You may touch me all you want, in any way that you want, except with your cock. "

She pulled away as he retrieved the loufa sponge and jasmine scented soap. Saundra luxuriated in the slightly rough feel of the sponge as he scrubbed her back and bottom. He eased it between her legs and lightly rubbed back and forth across her pussy for several moments enjoying her moans. He washed one leg at a time and as the creamy lather rinsed away he kissed and licked a tingling trail up her calves, across the insides of her knees, and up the backs and insides of her thighs. He turned her around and kissed and nibbled up the front of her thighs. Finally he reached her pink, swollen lips but he held back saving it for later enjoyment. Giving her a quick kiss on her mons he stood and began to wash her belly then up to her full breasts circling them and brushing the sponge back and forth across her erect nipples.

"That feels so wonderful, baby. Suck my breasts, I want to feel you sucking and biting me," she moaned and reached her hand to the back of his head to pull him down. She cupped her breasts in her hands and held them up for him as he devoured her with enthusiasm. As Donald sucked and nibbled, occasionally biting harder, Saundra thought of her submissive days so long ago, with Anthony. While she had become more comfortable in her role as Domme, she sometimes missed giving up control and letting someone else take the lead. She missed being tied in various positions, being flogged or teased and denied, and being forced to perform for her former Master. Once in a great while, she thought, it would not be so bad being on the other end of the tether.

Donald moaned happily as he sucked her large, pale breasts, leaving bruises on her flesh with his teeth. He loved how she reacted to the little pain he gave her, hearing her hiss and feeling her wince as she felt him bite and suck. He completely identified with that intense sensation rousing one's sexual need. His Mistress had introduced him to the wonderful pleasure of pain and he enjoyed giving it back to her, if only lightly. He felt giddy as she reached out and grasped his semi-hard dick and began to stroke it in her soft hand. He wanted to fuck her so badly, whether she sat on him or allowed him to be above her and drill into her tight pussy. Either way, all he wanted was to feel his shaft buried in her cunt.

"Ohhh...yes, Donald. Get down and suck my pussy. You are so good at that, pet. Do it now," she pushed him away and down.

Donald knelt and pressed his lips to her pussy and teased her with his tongue. She tasted so sweet as his tongue slipped up and down her slit. His tongue delved into her twitching hole then slid up to her clit, back and forth, in an easy, languid motion. Saundra rolled her hips back and forth grinding her pussy against his mouth.

"Hmmmm...so good. You are so good with that mouth, Donald. Ohhh...harder," she whispered, feeling the tension building in her womb. She leaned against the shower wall and pinched her nipples as he ate her throbbing pussy. He moaned excitedly and began to suck harder and bite her clit as he slid his fingers into her tight hole. She jerked and bucked against him until she could no longer hold back. Just as he felt her cunt squeeze his fingers she let out a long, loud groan. "Oh yes...baby, make me come hard!" she cried as her orgasm erupted from deep inside and sizzled throughout her entire body. She moaned with satisfaction as he nibbled and licked his way up her body to find her lips and passionately kissed her.

"You are so fucking good my pet," she sighed against his lips.

Taking a deep breath to regain her composure she eased away from him and squirted some soap into her palm and began to wash him with her hands. She rubbed his shoulders and chest loving the feel of his solid body beneath her palms. He squirmed as she washed his cock and balls and she laughed giving him a playful squeeze then turned him around to wash his back. She massaged his muscles feeling him practically melt from her touch. She was careful of his tender buttocks which were still quite red from his spanking and the hot water from the shower. But oh, she loved teasing in between his sweet cheeks with her soapy fingers, tickling his balls and slipping her fingertips up and down across his anus. At one point she slipped her fingertip into his tight hole and flicked it in and out. He shuddered and pressed back gasping with pleasure as her finger ventured deeper into his ass.

"Saundra...oh god, that feels so..." he hesitated in admitting the pleasure of feeling his anus invaded. Donald felt his cock swelling back to full form and beginning to pulsate.

"It's been a while since I've used a plug in your ass. From what I remember you liked it very much, didn't you."

"I don't know. It was a lot bigger than your beautiful finger. Ohhh..." he groaned as her finger gently fucked him. She slowly slid in deeper and pressed against his prostate. "Oh, ugh!" he grunted in sweet surprise and unconsciously moved his hips back and forth. It was difficult for him to admit to her that he liked his ass probed and played with. Yet his body betrayed that fact as his engorged rod twitched and his balls began to ache again just as when she had spanked him. 

"Well, let's see if I can convince you more completely that you enjoy having your ass played with," she whispered. She suddenly couldn't wait to get him out of the shower and play more with his body, to hear him beg her to fuck him. They got out of the shower and quickly dried each other off then she grabbed his cock like a leash and led him into the bedroom. She halted him at the foot of the bed with his back to it so he wouldn't see the items she retrieved from the drawer of the bedside table. He looked at her suspiciously as she came around to stand before him and pulled a blindfold over his head and covered his eyes. Then he winced as she tightly secured his little nipples in a pair of clamps letting the chain dangle against his chest.

"Jeez, what are you doing?" He squirmed from the burning sting radiating out from his captured, tender nipples.

"That's not for you to question, is it?" she answered as she slapped his cock. He pulled his hips back but quickly straightened not wanting to bring on any more punishment. She dragged her nails down his chest and belly as she bent down to the floor and kneeled before him. Again, using her nails, she lightly tickled his cock as she licked the head and occasionally sucked it with just her lips.

She could not help herself, she absolutely loved to suck her sub's cock. The way the head bulged, the ridge of it so thick and firm, the way his shaft swelled...it felt so wonderful filling her mouth. She varied sucking softly then hard, wanting to feel his swollen knob press the back of her throat. Every now and then she reached up and pulled on the chain on the clamps. Each time she pulled his immediate reaction was to thrust more deeply into her watering mouth and she would suck hard and bite down on his shaft causing him to gasp and groan. Then she eased her mouth from his dark, stiff rod and stood before him. He was breathing hard, so excited and needful. She delighted in seeing him like this!

Saundra guided him to the side of the bed and told him to bend over to rest his chest on the mattress while keeping his feet on the floor. He hissed as his clamped nubs pressed against the bed. Retrieving the butt plug and lube she quickly moistened his puckered hole and the plug and pressed it into him. He couldn't help squirm from the salacious pain that spread from his ass and heated his balls and cock as the plug slid in, stretching him. It felt bigger than he remembered. His eyes watered and he whispered for her to stop but lifted his ass up as if begging for more. Once it was in place she had him get onto the bed on his back. She straddled his chest with her bottom towards his head and positioned her pussy over his face and leaned forward toward his stiff cock jutting up from his body.

"Suck my pussy, pet. I can't get enough of your mouth! But no hands. Keep your arms stretched out from your sides and absolutely no touching." With that she leaned down and sucked his straining cock into her mouth and settled her throbbing cunt against his lips. She tightly encircled the base of his cock with her fingers as she sucked using her free hand to push against the plug in his ass. He was soon rolling his hips up and down to meet her mouth gliding up and down his shaft. He curled and uncurled his fists dying to caress her soft, round ass and grab her hips.




All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 13



Saundra loved feeling the little vibrations from his moans as his mouth hungrily sucked her lips and clit while her mouth was filled with his thick cock. She wanted to fuck and be fucked and couldn't decide what she wanted more, she was so damn horny for him! When she noticed his groans coming deeper from the back of his throat and felt him jerking from face to cock in effort to control his orgasm she pulled both her mouth and pussy away from him. She chuckled and turned around over him to kiss him. She loved tasting her juices on his lips! Then she rose up and slid off the bed and picked up his surprise.

"Roll over onto your stomach, darling. Raise that sweet ass up. I want to show you that 'something new' I mentioned last night," her voice was so soft and smooth it was almost hypnotic.

He did as she instructed but felt somewhat nervous as to what she had planned. His cock hurt, straining with in its taut skin, dangling between his legs and lightly rubbing against the bedspread. She leaned over and kissed his sore cheeks, lightly biting them and licking his tender skin. He mumbled something and pulled his hips forward. For that he received a sharp slap to his tender ass. He grunted then pushed his knees harder against the mattress to remain stationary.

For a few moments she let him rest in that position while she examined their new toy, a nice little strap-on she had ordered online just for him. The black straps of the harness were so soft and she raised it to her face to inhale the intoxicating scent of the leather. The dildo was only six inches long and not too thick as she wanted to start out slowly with him. She had also bought two other dildos, one seven inches and the other was eight inches, both also graduated in thickness. Saundra figured they would work up to those ones in time! She strapped the harness on and smiled at the feel of it, somewhat reminiscent of bondage, in a way. There was a small protrusion on the inside of the harness which nestled against her clit and she could turn it on to vibrate. He would surely feel that from the shaft as well! Looking at him, offering himself up to her, her heart began to race with excitement as she changed her mind in how she wanted to do this.

"Donald, get off the bed and get on your knees on the floor. I think we should start off a little differently than I had planned."

He felt trepidation mixed with excitement as he wondered what she meant by "start of differently than she had planned". What was she up to? The plug in his ass shifted a little as he got down on the floor and he felt quivers of pleasure all the way to his thick cock. He sensed her standing right in front of him and suddenly smelled leather. Was it a crop? Was it a flogger? But then, why have him on his knees, facing her?

"Pet, reach your hands up level with your face and tell me what you feel." Her breath quickened in anticipation to see his response. He slowly raised his hands, palms up, and she adjusted her hips to lay the dark, hard phallus in his hands. His fingers curled around it then down the shaft to feel the harness. He abruptly pulled his hands away.

"Jesus, what the hell is that? What are you doing?" his asked anxiously.

"That's my cock, Donald," she said matter-of-factly as if it was a natural part of her body. Saundra stepped closer to him and lightly pressed it to his lips. He turned his head away, stunned and embarrassed as he realized she wanted him to do. "Don't be shy, pet. Kiss it, lick it. I want you to feel it with your mouth before you feel it in your sweet, tight ass."

"Saundra, come on. I can't..."

"Can't is not an option, pet. It would please me very much, and you do want to please me, don't you? I want you to try it before you decide that you don't like it. If it's that bad then you can always use your safe word. You know I would never force you to do something you truly didn't want. But the point is that I am your Mistress and you will obey me. I will gauge if anything is beyond your limit. You trust me, don't you?" She reached down and gently guided his face back toward her then gave his chin a tight squeeze. "Now, suck my cock!" she firmly commanded.

The words jolted him. He would never have dreamed to hear those words said to him, "Suck my cock". He wasn't sure if it was aversion to the act itself or her tone of voice that sent shivers through him. Donald licked is lips in nervous reaction. He felt the tip of the dildo pressed against his lips then run lightly back and forth as if in temptation. He sighed in resignation then parted his lips and tentatively licked the head of hard phallus. He felt ridiculous but somewhat helpless as he did not want to disappoint his Mistress. At least he felt grateful that he wasn't being made to touch his mouth to a real penis.

"There's a good boy. See, it's not so bad. Use your tongue to explore its shape, it's very life-like. Oh, pet, you look so sexy kneeling down there, licking my cock!" her voice was husky as she encouraged him. She was so excited it was difficult to hold back from grabbing his head and making him take it all the way into his mouth! But it was thrilling to watch his pink tongue tracing the ridge of the head then down the shaft over all the little veins. As she loved sucking his cock so much she wondered how it felt to him and what he was thinking and feeling. Yet, she remained patient and kept still as he gently swept his tongue up and down and over the shaft and head.

At first he didn't want to think about what he was doing, just go through the motions for her. Sucking on a cock, real or not, was the last thing he ever thought he would do. But when he heard her soft, sensuous voice her words inspired him to really experience its shape for his own sake. He could hear her deep breaths and could tell this was really turning her on. That was enough motivation for him to kiss the head of it and slowly open his lips to take the head and shaft into his mouth. For a moment he simply let it sit on his tongue getting used to its shape and how it filled his mouth. He drew it in deeper then let it out, then began to repeat the motion slowly stroking the rigid shaft with his mouth. 'My god,' he thought, 'I'm actually sucking a freaking dildo.' The sensation was intriguing. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not. But what he did like was hearing Saundra breathing harder and feeling her begin to gently move her hips back and forth, knowing his desire of submission was thrilling her to no end. And at that moment it all clicked for him. It wasn't about whether or not he enjoyed sucking her cock. It was all about serving her, pleasing her, giving all of himself to her in any way she chose. That was one of the many reasons he loved her, she gave him pleasure and happiness in letting him submit to her.

"Oh Donald, you're making me so hot. I love watching you," she sighed happily. "Now, pet, get up on the bed. I want to fuck you," Saundra said as she pulled her little cock from his mouth. He climbed up on the bed on his hands and knees trembling slightly, nervous as to how it was going to feel. He felt Saundra settle behind him and her fingers lightly stroked his balls and cock before she pulled the slim butt plug out. It surprised him, for a moment, at how empty he suddenly felt. He had grown accustomed to the plug and it was strange to feel it gone. Saundra squeezed a large dollop of lubrication onto his hole then more onto her cock. Her soft hands gently held his cheeks apart as she pressed the tip of her dildo to his opening.

"Ready, darling? Remember to take slow, deep breaths. When I push in you need to push out, just like you do with the plug. My cock is a little bigger than your little plug but just try to relax." Saundra shifted her hips forward and watched the tip disappear into his tight, slippery hole. He sucked in his breath as she eased the head all the way in but she stopped at that point as his sphincter contracted. "Relax, and push out," she gently reminded him. She eased forward sliding it in another inch. When he made no sound she pushed again, farther inside. As she went past the halfway mark he gasped.

"Yellow!" he whispered harshly to slow down. She stopped but did not pull out. Although he had gotten used to the plug the dildo was definitely thicker. It felt painful and he wanted to push it out but tried to relax, taking slow, measured breaths. What worried him was being fucked by it, the back and forth of it, invading deeper and stretching him wider as it slid in and out. He tried to concentrate on the pain in his nipples, the ache in his rock hard cock, anything other than the alien intrusion of his ass hole. His heart was pounding as he fought back the panic in the pit of his stomach. Finally he took a long, drawn-out breath and whispered, "Ok."

From her viewpoint it was the most erotic thing Saundra had ever witnessed. She softly stroked his back, hips, and buttocks to try and soothe his anxiety. But, god, she couldn't wait to actually fuck him, pump in and out of him and watch her cock slide in and out. She slid it in all the way and held still trying to be patient.

"Oh god, Saundra, I don't know..." he panted. It wasn't excruciating, in fact, he wondered if his pain wasn't more psychosomatic than physical. The nerve endings around his tight opening and deeper were tingling and he was a little caught off guard that it was not an unpleasant sensation.

"Shhhh...relax, pet. You're doing so well," she purred. After several moments she slowly pulled back. She saw him shudder and she lightly grabbed his hips. Then she slowly moved forward again. Her cock smoothly glided in and out as she began to build up a rhythm. She happily noticed that he was settling into it and countering her movements with his own in the sensuous dance of their hips.

He was shocked to realize that he was pushing back and forth, joining in her gentle thrusts. What was really surprising was that it was beginning to feel quite good as his ass grew accustomed to her cock. Especially when she pulled out as the ridge of the head dragged along the walls of his rectum sparking jolts of pleasure throughout his belly, thighs, balls, and cock. The thrusts inward were still somewhat uncomfortable but he was fully beginning to enjoy the feel as she slid out, never letting the head slide past his anal ring of muscle. He loved feeling her hands on his hips, controlling the motion between them. She had taken him completely, now, he belonged to her, entirely. He nearly began to cry with the joy he felt being taken and dominated by his beautiful Mistress!

Saundra was in heaven! Her sweet man, unconditionally submitting to her, was the most precious experience of her life. She could feel her juices flowing freely and her pussy clenching in excitement. She reached down and turned on the vibrator and continued to steadily pump in and out of him, watching her dark cock disappear then re-emerge, slick and shiny, from his tight hole. He jerked at the vibration and moaned loudly.

"Oh god...Saundra," he said breathlessly. "Oh yes. Fuck!" His ass twitched around the vibrating dildo and his cock felt as if it was stretched to the limit trying to break through its skin as it throbbed with each beat of his pounding heart. Now the nerves in his ass felt as if they were electrified and firing off intense spasms of pleasure. He wanted more, he wanted it faster...he wanted it harder! "Fuck me!" he blurted out.

"What, pet?" she asked as she kept a slow and easy rhythm. She could feel him trembling beneath her hands. Each time she pushed in she grinded her clit against the little vibrator sending hot chills throughout her body.

"Fuck me! Please, fuck me harder, faster. I want..." he panted, "I need..."

"Tell me, Donald. What do you want? Tell me!" she excitedly encouraged.

"Fuck me and make me come. Oh, please!" he begged. Saundra suddenly stopped thrusting but Donald continued to rock back and forth. She watched, exhilarated, as he fucked himself on her cock. She was awed by what had come over him and loved it. She began to thrust her hips back and forth in earnest motivated by his enthusiasm. "Fuck me, bitch, take me!" She gasped at hearing him call her 'bitch' then slapped his tender ass hard with her hand. He grunted and pushed his ass back, continuing his frenzied rocking back and forth along the shaft in his ass. She slapped him again and this seemed to only increase his pace.

"You have it all wrong, Donald. You're the bitch. You're my bitch humping my cock like you can't get enough!" she chastised him and spanked him hard as she pushed in and drilled his ass hole. The slaps to his cheeks drove him on and he grunted and bucked like a wild animal. Saundra reached down in front of his hip and tightly gripped his cock and he yelled in surprise at her touch. His thick, hard rod felt hot in her palm and she felt the bedspread beneath him soaked with his precum. "Oh, as wet as the bed is under you, your cock is like a sopping pussy! Who's the bitch?"

"Me! Please let me come. I need to come. I can't hold it!" his voice was strained. The clamps on his nipples dug into him as his chest rubbed hard against the bed. He was overwhelmed with excruciating need as his balls tightened up and threatened to explode.

"Don't you dare come. You wait until I give you permission," she panted as she banged against his ass cheeks making them quiver. Her pussy was hot and soaking the harness as she fucked him. The sensations of the vibrator were exquisitely bringing her to a peak. As they both hovered on the precipice of climax she watched him ride her cock as she continued to stroke his dick. Right on the brink, unable to hold back any longer she screamed and let go. "Come now!" she shrieked as her orgasm ripped loose and rushed from deep inside to explode throughout her body. She could her him crying out, hear him grunting, hear him growling unintelligible words and felt his cum jet out in thick, hot spurts. His sticky juices ran through her fingers and onto the bed. His cock jerked in her hand and it was all she could do to hold onto his body as he convulsed beneath her.

Donald suddenly felt exhausted as his body slowed and began to relax. He collapsed onto his stomach, his ass sliding away from her. Saundra watched her cock pop out of him as her body shook in the aftermath of her intense orgasm. Then she, too, gently fell to the bed to lie beside him. As they both caught their breaths they remained silent, trying to regain their senses.

He found the strength to touch her as all his nerve endings from scalp to the soles of his feet zinged and tingled in the most amazing ways. He caressed her cheek bone with his fingertips, then lightly dragged them back to her neck and slowly down her spine. She shivered beneath his touch. Then he kissed her, sweetly, slowly, loving the softness of her lips.

"Is it ok that I touch you? I want to feel you with every part of my body. I almost can't believe what just happened. I totally trusted you and you took me some place I've never known. I was a little worried, a little scared. But Saundra, Mistress, that was...incredible," he sighed. It was the trust that had sent him over the edge, physical feelings aside. He loved her completely, every thing about her – her intelligence, her emotions, her sense of humor, her power over him. All of it was more than he could have wished for in a relationship. He could no longer hold back his feelings. "I love you, Saundra."

"Yes, pet, touch me. You pleased me very well." She was uncertain and wary of her emotions and could not bring herself to say she loved him as well. She adored him and enjoyed being with him. Her heart overflowed with emotion towards him. Yet falling in love with him was a frightening thing. It was a submission all its own. Could she let herself go and share that feeling with him? She wasn't sure, yet. She kissed him back. "I like being connected with you, heart, mind, and body. You are the perfect sub and you belong to me." Saundra tenderly kissed him. That was all she was brave enough to give him, for now.