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Anything

By: Patience_Bryce



Finally, he prepares to leave and pay the bill for their meal. Standing up he walks around to the back of her chair, leaning down, tells her to stay seated, that he needs to visit the restroom. He orders her to finish up the iced tea while he's gone.

Leaving the restaurant it's cold outside. She wants to walk quickly to his car but he slows her down, forcing a more leisurely after dinner walk. But she can only be aware of the discomfort of her situation. Back at the car she waits to get in, knowing to sit will help. But he leans her against the car, standing close to her and slides a hand inside her coat, touching her, caressing her breasts. He finds a nipple, squeezes it, while leaning down and biting her neck. 

She swallows hard and can feel her muscles clenching deep inside. Small shock wave coursed through her body, her thighs squeezing together. 

"Oh no," he says, sliding his hands down between her legs, touching the inside of her heavy thighs, pushing them apart, "a slut never keeps her legs together." 

She bites her lower lip 

His hand slides back up between her legs, feeling the dampness...the hardened clit. 

He rubs against it, causing her to whimper. His warm hands...the cold air...the urgency growing in her. 

She just wants to sit down. 

He smiles ever so *sweetly* and asks if there is a problem. 

Closing her eyes, she whispers "no". 

But he don't let that go. Instead he reaches up and put his hand under her chin raising her head so she must look directly at him. 

She visibly shudders. 

"Lets try again" he says "is there a problem? Speak the truth to me. Always"

Trying to look away she stammers out "I have to pee...and...and it hurts."

His one word reply. "Good." A smile crosses his lips. 

He opens the door and she moves to get in the car, but not before he reaches in, and pushes her legs apart, slapping each thigh to remind her that a slut never keeps her legs together. 

He gets into the driver's side and tells her "Don't worry, it's only going to get worse." 

She quietly sighs.

He takes the long way back, of course. He makes no effort to avoid any bumps, ruts, and ridges in the road. She tries to keep her mind off the persistent discomfort, wanting to squeeze up her legs together, but each time he merely reaches over and gives her left thigh a smack. A hard smack. She sharply inhales, tightens up every muscle she has to keep control.

Finally arriving at the motel, she moves to get out but he stops her. He gets out and moves to her side of the car and opens the door. Reaching in to her he places his left hand on her right thigh and pulls it to the side, dangling out of the car, while his right hand holds the left thigh where it is, exposing her. "This" He says, "is how a slut gets out". She blushes as someone walks down the sidewalk. Looking up at him, plaintively she speaks "I HAVE to pee…and it hurts!" He grins and gently reminds her that he isn't preventing her from doing so, that she is creating her own discomfort. 

She looks down and murmurs, "I just can't."

"Oh well, not my problem then is it?" as he guides her into the room. She wonders if maybe now he will let her use the bathroom, thinking that perhaps it's all been a big tease. Some people are like that she tried to reason to herself. Letting her think there are wicked things they will do regardless of how she feels about it, to let her worry about it, anticipate, only discovering they won't REALLY do it to her. 

Those secret hopes were dashed when he tells her to change into the clothes on the bed. It doesn't help that he stands there and stares at her as she first undresses then re-dresses in long pants. "Shoes too." He reminds her. It pains her to bend over to tie her shoes. He tosses her coat to her.

"Come along now", as he opens the door and ushers her back into the cold. It's gotten colder and windier. Outdoors he takes her by the shoulders and explains in that voice one would use to talk to a child that it's been her choice all along. "Its up to you", he reminds her, "to end the discomfort. It's really a very simple thing." He tells her to just stay outside and think about it awhile. Without waiting for an answer he steps back into the room, shutting the door. Her mouth opens in disbelief. 

Shivering in the cold she starts to pace up and down the sidewalk, muttering about the fix she got herself in. All because of the word "anything". Over dinner, they sat at the table, the beginning of their first weekend together, and he asked her just what she'd do for him. She smiled, so demurely, seductively, and said, "Anything." He had cocked his head at her and grinned broadly, "REALLY?" She knew right then she was in trouble. What was worse is she knew better then to be so glib. Smiling he said, "Pee your panties." He was going to make her pay big time. And here she was, in her current predicament.

She looked across the parking lot, noticing an all night diner. A restroom. They'd have a restroom. She walked over to the curb and stepped down. Muttering she turned around and made her way to a bench on the sidewalk. She knew if she went over there, she might as well then just go back home. There was that sense of pride that wouldn't let her cheat, or disappoint him. She was stubborn too. She sat and contemplated why it was such a big deal that she couldn't do this. Her gut pained her and she got up to move around again, hoping for some relief from the fullness. 

The door of the motel room opened and he joined her outside. Being very glib, he asked how she was doing. Her glare only make him chuckle. He was enjoying himself, that was obvious. She moved away from him and leaned against his car. He followed her and began teasing her again. Looking around she noticed an increase of pedestrian traffic, realizing a local movie just let out. Thinking to herself, could it get any worse?? She felt cold air as he opened her coat and slid his cold hands against her skin. His hands slide to her back as he leaned in hard against her and kissed her deeply. She was a sucker for his kisses and kissing him back realized that her body was beginning to relax. She tried to push away from him but it was too late. There was no stopping it now. He stood back and watched, and said not quietly, "My dear, you're pissing your pants!" causing some stares from the passerby's. She didn't dare look up, but she could hear someone snickering. It just kept coming and coming, she'd held it for so long, her bladder hurt from being stretched. In moments her pants were heavy, soaked and very cold, as it also ran into her shoes. Her face flamed red in embarrassment and she thought she was going to cry. She finally realized he was staring at her, just waiting for her to look at him. When she did, he moved close to her again, taking her hand and holding it over his crotch, "See what you did to me? Let's go take care of this."

Finally it was over, or so she thought. 

He leads her into the room and over to the bathroom, discarding their coats and shoes along the way. "Get in the shower." 

She started to take off her shirt but he stopped her. Sounding exasperated he said "Can't you follow ONE simple direction?" A mumbled apology and she stepped into the shower, looking at him expectantly, seeing him get undressed. Confused, uncomfortable, embarrassed, and reeking of urine she followed his order to kneel. 

He steps into the shower and stands over her. On top of her already pee soaked clothes he showers her with his own urine, adding to her humiliation. He grabs her by the hair, pushes his cock into her mouth, feeding her the last droplets. He pulls back from her, though maintaining the grip on her hair, pulling her upward at the same time. She tries to scramble up quickly to relieve the pressure on her head. He stands back under the showerhead, reading behind her turning the cold water on full force. She yelps, much to his delight, as he then turns on the warmer water. Reaching out he begins to unbutton her shirt, quickly stripping it from her, then her pants. 

She stands there and lets him. Pushing her pants down with one hand, taking her hair with the other and pulling her head back he begins to bite her neck, her breasts, hard, leaving teeth marks, torturing her nipples that are so hard from the cold water. 

Instinctively she pulls back.

He is instantly in her face tells her "Never...ever pull back from me again." 

He can feel her shrinking back from ever so slightly, feeling the muscles beneath her skin tense up. 

The body prepares...fight or flight... she does neither, of course. 

Continuing her torture with his mouth, down her stomach, hands roughly between her legs he bites her mound while working several fingers at once into her cunt. 

He can feel the hot steaminess of her cunt surrounding his fingers, he can hear her grunt over the sound of the water, feel her muscles gripping him deep inside. Smiling he looked up at her, asking, "Do you want this?" 

"Yes, please" She begged. 

He pulled his fingers from her warm dripping cavity and said, "Good, I like a slut wanting. Now finish showering and come into the bedroom."

She gasped, and then growled in frustration.

Laughing as he left the room he reminded her, "And to think it's only Friday and we've two more days of ANYTHING left to go!" 

Suddenly he peeks back into the bathroom. "By the way," he pauses, "Did it ever occur to you that maybe if you'd have begged very nicely, maybe even just ASKED to go to the bathroom that little incident out in the parking lot wouldn't have had to happen?" She threw the wet washcloth at the closing door, leaving only his laughter ringing after him. She didn't dare utter the word that popped into her head "Bastard"

Anything...



They had been working in the same office for some time now. He had always lusted after her lithe young form in stolen moments. He, the studious young employee, trying to get ahead, trying to always do the right thing. Trying to get her attention, trying to get her affections. But she would have nothing to do with him. She was more concerned about her life, her lovers, and, quite frankly, herself. 

She was cold to his advances, to say the least. But even crueler than that, she always seemed to be performing for him. When he finally could take no more, and would approach her, the advances would be stopped cold. So from the desk just next to hers, he would lust in his heart. He had grown to hate her as much as he desired her. While trying to get work done, he would steal glances at her legs as she adjusted her stockings. She was especially cruel with this. It almost seemed like she knew he was watching. She would turn to one side, crossing her legs, dangling one of the high heels she always wore off one foot. And then as his passion rose, her hands would slide down the silken gams, pulling here, pushing there. He could swear that she would be watching him out of the corner of her eye as he lusted after her. The anger rose with his desire, his unrequited desire.

The only positive thing to come from her teasing was his energy. He had to do something to work out those frustrations. The boss, their lady boss, always appreciated his efforts. She on the other hand, was not so well liked. Her beauty threatened the boss, not to mention pissed that all she ever did was screw off on company time. The long lunches and consistent personal phone calls had pushed her to the edge. She had finally had enough. Her superior assigned her a project that she knew she had no chance of completing in the time allotted. Should she be unable to complete it, she would have to find employment elsewhere. 

From his desk he watched as she pitched a fit. She didn't want to lose this job. The work was not easy, but they were paid well. As she sat at her desk cursing the luck, her gaze moved to him. 

He would help her. The one who always gave her the puppy dog eyes. The one, who always watched when she bent over, adjusted her stockings. The one who she was sure she could wrap around her little finger in a heartbeat.

But unfortunately his desire had boiled into something far beyond lust. Oh, he would help her, but on his terms. He watched those legs he longed to have wrapped around him walk over in front of his desk. She bent down, partly to let him smell her intoxicating perfume, partly for him to steal a glance down her blouse. As she gazed at him with those deep brown eyes, she spoke to him in a voice he'd never heard her use towards him before. It was the low voice reserved for the lovers she talked to on the phone. A voice that shook him to the bone, but his cool held, and he looked right back into her eyes and listened. She was sure he might be able to help her out. 

His reaction surprised her, she was sure that all it would take was a bat of those deep brown eyes, and he would be hers. As he listened, she was put off by the fact that he showed no emotion, no concern. His eyes seemed to be looking right through her. 

"I can help you", he said, "but what's in it for me?" 

The anger seethed out through her eyes, her lower lip pouted. She couldn't believe that he didn't succumb to her feminine wiles. She turned in a huff, stamping those pumps he loved so back to her desk. 

He watched her stew for a while, returning phone calls as he did. The office had cleared out by now; she had a long night in front of her. Even if she worked all night, because of her lifestyle and work habits, she didn't have the figures she needed to complete the project. You have no choice, she told herself. If he wants you to sleep with him for the help, you'll just have to do it.

He watched as she rose slowly and walked back to him. She stood in front of him now, beaten. She again asked for his help, and again he asked, "What's in it for me?" 

"What do you want?", she asked. 

"It's not what I want, it's what you're willing to do". She didn't understand, so he explained. What would she do for him to help her? Her pretty face creased into a frown, she still didn't understand. "Would you do anything?" 

"Anything?" she asked, "Yes," came her reply. 

He wanted to hear her say it. 

Again he asked "What will you do for me?" 

She finally surrendered and said, "I'll do anything".

As she stood there uncertain of her fate, he picked up the phone and called their boss at home. She liked him, appreciated his hard work, and respected his opinion. He made some bullshit excuse as to why his co-worker needed an extension, and because she thought so highly of him, the Boss agreed.

She stood there dumbfounded, how could he with a simple phone call pull her from the lions? That confusion was short lived though, because she still realized that she couldn't complete the project in the time allowed without his help. She started to thank him, even taking a step towards him. He stopped her cold, asking her to sit down while they laid out what "anything" entailed.

He explained that for the next week, the time they would need to complete the project, she would abide by his wishes. He would provide her with what she needed to complete the project, but should she decide to back out of the agreement, the whole deal was off, and she would be out on her ass. Hate and loathing seethed in her eyes as he told her what he expected in return for the help.

First of all, he said, you will wear no skirt or dress in this next week that is not well above the knee. Pantyhose are not to be worn, stockings and garters only. No underwear, and only heels 4 inches or better. She was to be available to him at any time during business hours. And business hours this next week would be late into the evening; she had a lot of work to do. If at any time she refused a request, any request, the deal was off. She would be on her own, out on her ass. She was amazed when he said goodnight, she was expecting some kind of advance from him. As he rose to leave, he smiled and told her to remember, she said she would do anything.

The next morning came too soon for her. She arrived at work attired according to their agreement. Although no one could tell, she felt naked with no underwear on. And for some reason, it turned her on. She couldn't figure out why, it certainly wasn't desire for him. She was only going along to keep the job she had been sloughing off at for the last year. As the silk stockings encasing her legs brushed the inside of her skirt, she felt strangely aroused.

The morning was uneventful; he hardly even seemed to notice her. She was grateful on one hand, and wishing he would get on with it on the other. The sooner this started, she thought, the sooner the whole humiliating thing would be over. She, for the first time in months, spent the morning working, but all the while it kept nagging at her from the back of her mind.

She went off to the copy room, and unbeknownst to her, he followed. She was inside for only a moment when she heard the door close. She turned and looked over her shoulder to find him staring. 

Something he needed, she asked? He told her to open her blouse. Fire danced in her eyes, she was livid that he would make such a request in the office. 

Before she had an opportunity to reply he reminded her, "Remember, ANYTHING".

Her eyes seethed with rage as her hands rose to unbutton her blouse. As he watched her crimson painted nails undoing each button slowly, she stared right back at him. When all the buttons were finally undone, she placed her hands on her hips and waited. Undo the bra, he asked next. 

She was on automatic now, she didn't care what he wanted, she was almost reassured it was something sexual. His wanting to see her naked breasts reaffirmed her confidence, her vanity. As she pushed her black lacy bra aside, she felt the draft from the AC. With a mind of their own, her nipples hardened. Was it the draft, or was it something else? 

He instructed her to fondle her breasts as he admired the soft flesh. As her hands rose to her breasts, a soft moan escaped her lips. She prayed that he didn't hear it. She was almost embarrassed that she was becoming aroused. And if she were aroused, she would rather die than have him think it had anything to do with him. For someone being almost forced to fondle herself, her hands seemed to know the way very well. 

She grabbed a full handful of each breast, feeling the erect nipples pushing back into she palms. Not caring now if he was watching or not, her fingers sought out her hard nipples. Under his hungry gaze she pulled and gently twisted each one. Her legs suddenly felt unsteady now; she rested back against the copier. 

And then, from somewhere in the fog of her desire, she heard his voice say, "Let's get back to work." 

With that he was gone, leaving her standing there with her breasts, her aching breasts, in her hands.

When she arrived back at her desk, he was already on the phone. She couldn't believe how aroused she was. As she tried to work, she squirmed in her chair, rubbed her thighs together discreetly, trying to ease the aching that had been awakened in her. He paid no attention to her until lunch. When everyone else had left, he walked to the conference room and asked that she follow. When she arrived there he was seated, preparing to make some calls. She stood before him, not knowing what was expected, but hoping it would be something to ease her aching need.

He told her to remove her blouse and bra, and she obediently complied. As her breasts broke free from their lace and satin confinement, the nipples hardened with desire again. Her hands rose to cover them, fondle them, stroke them. He watched her for a moment, and then told her to remove her skirt She felt decadent, standing naked except for her stockings and heels. Never mind it was in front of a man she despised. 

He instructed her to kneel before him as he picked up the phone. He left her kneeling there for a few minutes while he talked. She gazed up at him obediently, relieved that in this position, her thighs pressed together on her aching clit. He asked the person he was speaking with to hold for a moment. Not putting down the phone, he told her to take out his cock. Her small hands reached for his belt, and upon undoing it set about freeing his pulsing member from his pants. He resumed his phone call as she took his member in her hands. Her thumb gently swirled the pre cum leaking out of the tip around the head of his organ. Again she gazed up at him, as if to ask "what now?” 

Her answer came as his hand went to the side of she face, caressed down the nape of she neck, around to behind her head. He pushed her soft curls aside and gently pulled her face to him, urging his hardness between her pouting lips. 

She enveloped him in her soft warm mouth; he continued the phone conversation he had begun earlier. Her tongue swirled around the head; her soft lips caressed the shaft as she gently bobbed her head. "Why isn't he showing any kind of reaction?" she thought. "He must want me, he has to want me, otherwise there is no way he would have such a hard offering for me". She became more determined then, vowing that this would be the best head he had ever received. She became engrossed in the sexual energy; she was sucking for all she was worth. Her hands left his thighs, one to fondle him, the other to pleasure herself. She was finally getting some relief, both to her desire, and to her vanity. He did want her, she wasn't sure about it until now. 

He glanced down to watch his cock glide in and out of her pouting lips. When he noticed her rubbing herself, he excused himself from the telephone for a moment. Again from her lust induced haze she heard his voice. He didn't ask her do that, she heard him say, keep her hands where he could see them, or feel them.

She cried out now, half with desire, half with anger, she was determined to taste his climax. Here she was, a voluptuous woman, kneeling before this man, sucking his cock for all she was worth, and he seemed to be more interested in talking on the phone. She rose from her knees to a squatting position, sitting on her heels as she pistoned his hardness in and out of her mouth. Finally he could take no more. All the teasing, all the lustful thoughts had come to this one orgasm. As he peaked, he felt years of sexual tension draining into her mouth. 

His climax surprised her. She swallowed quickly, determined not to spill a drop of his cum. It was coming too fast for her though, and as the final spurts erupted from him, his cock slipped from her mouth, spilling the remainder of his seed on her chin and heaving breasts.

She sat back to catch her breath, surely he would desire her now. Surely he would spread her out on the conference table and fuck her senseless. She stared at him with lust filled eyes, only to hear as he put his spent cock away, "come on, we've got work to do, get dressed".

She dressed quickly, as he had left the door open. As their co-workers arrived back from lunch, she walked back to her desk on rubber legs. How could he be so cruel, she thought. How could he leave her hanging like that? He had to know that she was on fire, screaming for his touch. She sat down and moaned softly as she ground her hips into her chair, trying to ease that aching need between her stocking encased thighs. The rest of the afternoon passed as an eternity. He barely looked at her. Had he bothered to look he would have seen her eyes, glazed with lust. Her breasts, heaving with desire, her nipples pointing through her silk blouse. But no, the sweet torture continued, until, that is, the office cleared at the end of the day.

Only seconds after the last person had walked out the door, he called her name. She rose and came to him, standing beside him a seething bundle of lust. He turned in his chair, and pushed it back to the wall. He asked her to step in front of him, and turn and face his desk. She finally felt his hands on her burning flesh, gently urging her to bend over his desk, gently urging her legs a little further apart. She moaned to herself as her breasts crushed into the top of his desk. He asked her to pull up her skirt and show him her ass. Her hands reached for the hem of the short skirt, and slowly inched it up her hips. She backed up a half of a step to push her well-rounded ass further towards his face. 

He asked if she was aroused, her mind screamed yes, but she heard her own voice saying, "No, I'm amazed that you're such a pervert, let's get this over with." 

She shouldn't have said that, he was on the edge, ready to finally give in to her. But her cold reply angered him again, and he felt the need to see her suffer more. He told her to stand up and sit on his desk, but before you do, he said, get rid of those clothes. She removed her clothing quickly, and slid herself back onto his desk. Her stockinged legs were crossed, her hands behind her, jutting her erect nipples toward his cold stare. He asked her again if all of this had gotten to her. Again came her same reply. 

He told her to spread her legs and prove it to him, to spread the lips of her pussy so that he could see if she were telling the truth. He knew the truth, but she needed more of the sweet torture. She sat up quickly and said, "I've never touched myself like that before, and I'm certainly not going to do it now in front of you!!"

"Anything", came his reply, "you said you would do anything, and so you shall."

Her hands stole down she smooth flesh to her throbbing pussy. She was long past control now, no longer able to resist him, or his instructions, no matter how demeaning they might seem to her. Her fingers slipped through the soft curls between her thighs and sought out the source of her aching, her wanting, her desire.

Suddenly, again she was alone, the moment that she touched herself, all other feelings vanished. The only thing that mattered was the incredible longing there. He sat back, reclined even, in his chair as she masturbated before him. He felt smug, he had pushed her to the point of no return, she now was what he had always hoped that she would be. What he had always imagined in his fantasies about her, a seething, burning, wanton woman. Her desire was starting to overtake him now as well. 

He watched with hungry eyes as she rubbed her throbbing clit. Her climax ripped through her like none before, her body trembled and shook as the tension of the day finally washed away. Her chest rose and fell and as her climax subsided, her hands went to her aching nipples, she savored the vanishing throes of climax, she finally felt relief. 

She almost jumped when she heard the buckle of his belt hit the floor. She looked out through hazy eyes to see him coming to her. He was the one with the desire in his eyes now. Finally he would possess her completely, finally he would fill her with the prick she had been teasing all this time. He stood before her, between her spread legs, and gently ran his erect cock down her tender clit. 

"Please", she begged, "don't make me wait anymore, fill me up now!!!" He paid her no mind, gently running his steely rod back and forth in the wetness of her orgasm. She sat up, wrapped her fingers around his member and pleaded, "Please, FUCK ME!!!!!”

She had finally uttered the magic words, how could he resist her now? She looked at him with such sweet honesty in her eyes. She didn't care any longer about anything but him. About anything except taking his cock inside her. He reached out and gently kissed her lips, his hand going to her cheek. She reached down and guided his cock into her seething wetness. She twitched with a little orgasm each time he inched a little more of his throbbing member into her. Her hands went to his nipples now, gently pinching them as his cock hit bottom. That was all he could take, watching her like this all day, teasing her like this all day, he was on the edge. He erupted inside her, only to feel her sweet pussy spasming along with him. 

As they left that evening, after cleaning up themselves and dressing, he asked if she would like to join him for dinner. She replied yes, he asked if she were in the mood for something in particular. 

She gazed back at him and said "ANYTHING".



Anything



Anything

Anything...

The word just hangs there. Having come out of Ravenna's mouth with the fast jumble of other words she felt necessary to tuck it into. Parker's smile grows, Cheshire like...

She notes the smile but take it as a sign that he could be relenting, nothing more. She nods quickly, repeating herself. Anything. Just a chance. More promises. More pleadings. Yet that one word, anything, speaks the loudest.

"Anything," he repeats, with an intrigued grunt punctuating the thought. "Really?" Giving her an out, an

escape--which Ravenna ignores. "Yes, really."

"Good." He comments, lightly. Ravenna breathes a very visible sigh of relief. sliding back in the chair, feeling fortunate and by no small means pleased with herself at her skills in self-preservation. In the moment it takes to congratulate herself Parker has moved around the desk and now is perched, predator-like, on the edge, arms casually crossed.

No alarm bells. Yet.

"Anything you say?" Parker draws the any out a few beats. Like a villain in one of those old silent movies. Ravenna squirms again, a little uncomfortable with the closeness. Her stammered reply

lacking the recent confidence. His hand rests on her shoulder. Holding her in place. He bends close." Good," it sounds like a hiss coming out and she attempts to recoil...

Alarm bells now! Loud in her ears.

No luck. Leveraging her against the chair he has her pinned. Ravenna squirms more, grasping for the edges of the chair to lift herself out of his grasp (there's a reason they don't have arms...) to no avail. She opens her mouth to protest loudly but Parker's other hand covers it quickly. He coolly reminds her that it is after hours; that it is only the two of them. Her eyes widen with the wide array of thoughts rushing through her mind's eye. All of them dark. All of them scary.

She protests against his palm. He feels the warmth of her lips, quickly drawing in her panic, and her breath. He smiles, holding her there, watching the struggle...

"But, dear," a sarcastic term of endearment, a pregnant pause causes the impact of his next words to fall on her "you did say anything." the panic beginning to bubble up in her throat her lips part as if to deny the words she spoke and repeated...

Ravenna's heart beats heavily in her chest and the bees have returned, nearly drowning out any other sound. "Again, anything? Isn't that what you said?" Panic setting Ravenna shakes her head in denial. His hands caressing either side of her head as he tsks at her like a petulant child and moved her head in an affirmative nod "Yes. You did." Ravenna's eyes water, her protests turning to begging for her life. Parker feels the tears against the edge of his hand. "Yes, you did." He says flatly. There will be no debate. Knowing she won't win Ravenna haltingly agrees; eyes downcast at the admission of defeat. The first of many. 

Tears stream down her face. Her eyes wide in fear. Widening with the recognition that Parker's calm demeanor means utter seriousness.

Ravenna begins to babble against his hand. She can feel her nose beginning to run and her face red and puffing up. Fear, embarrassment, shock, desire, all mix and mingle on her face. All the calmness, the attempt to be detached obliterated. She sobs out loud against his hand and her shoulders twitch. Keeping his hand clamped over her mouth, Parker begins to slowly, deliberately play with her hair. Such a gentle, intimate gesture, taking on a new meaning for her. 

The directions are clear, concise and to the point. "Do not speak unless spoken to. You will not be harmed.

You will not lose your job. You will never, ever breath a word of this to anyone. Don't resist."

Her entire body screams in disagreement. All she wants to do is resist. Ravenna thinks of the self-defense

training, all of the classes she and her friends took. This is something different. It isn't a random,

violent attack. She recognizes that those lessons will be useless, yet she instinctively reacts, trying to protect herself.

Reaching toward his face and throat--so obvious. Parker grabs both of her wrists before she even gets to the knot in his tie and twists, hard. Ravenna's eyes close in the shock of the sudden pain.

"You agreed to anything. I said don't resist." He offers a very cold reminder.

Her whimpers fill the air in the room. The twinkle of city lights filling the windows. Her tears, caught in the evening light, continue unabated...

His grip does not lessen. She stops her squirming, resigned to her fate. Ravenna hopes that it won't hurt and it is over quickly. Reading her mind it seems, Parker says "let's see just what anything truly means..".

Still holding her, he stands up, pulling her up with him. Ravenna's thin heels providing little support, nearly causing her to topple. He won't let that happen. With watery eyes she looks at him, begging, pleading to be released. Parker frowns, the frown one gives a precocious child; disappointment, not anger. She freezes again at his casual chuckle. 

Now, to explore this anything. Holding her firmly again, Parker maneuvers her towards the center of the room, twisting Ravenna's wrists and pushing her down. She has no choice to comply wincing at the pain. "On your knees girl... Good... Good girl." Encouragement like one would give a well trained pet; a strange counterpoint to the feelings she is fighting.

Her knees dig into the carpet, the fabric of her pants biting into her flesh. She clamps her eyes shut

to block out the pain. And what might be coming next.

Parker releases his hand from her mouth, allowing Ravenna to take a gulp of air amidst the sniffling. Still holding her wrists firmly, he takes a handkerchief from my pocket and wipes her nose. "Blow," he orders her. Ravenna feels all of five; looking up with a flash of anger, which is extinguished by pulling her arms back sharply over her head. She blows her nose in the handkerchief.

She can't bear to look and he knows it. So, of course, pulling her arms back the next order is to

look up. "Focus girl." Wincing she slowly raises her eyes to his. Both silently and with halting words. "Might I remind you of what you said earlier? Anything I think is the word you used..." he says, the cool, calm, collected demeanor back.

Ravenna's face is bright red and her ears burn with the words he says. She sniffles trying to elicit sympathy from a dry well. Drawing a stuttering breath she replies in a voice she barely recognizes as her own "I didn't mean this."

Gasping at the pain shooting through her arms as he gives them a quick jerk, he replies in a voice devoid of emotion. "And what exactly did you mean?" Cold, hard, harsher than she has ever heard from him. Except for that one time with that one salesperson. Who was never seen again...come to think of it...

The mewling and pleading is silenced. She bites down on her lip to stifle her own sobs, her chest heaving under her shirt. There really won't be any debate. There will be no turning back. He needn't say anything more. Just the look on his face is enough for Ravenna to again admit defeat. A second admission.

Standing over her, wrists in his hand, he undoes his belt. Her eyes widening, she tenses, thinking that

this is it, trying to be brave. The belt slips from his pants and she feels it wrapped around her wrists,

tightly. Ravenna's arms bend backwards in an upside down 'v', behind her head.

Parker turns and walks back to the desk. Ravenna watches him move around the desk, opening a drawer here and there. Kneeling as she is, she's unable to see what exactly he is placing neatly on his desk. As he walks back, the glint of silver in his hand. Holding her breath in anticipation She feels the belt replaced by the cold bite of a pair of handcuffs.

Meticulously sliding the belt through the loops of his pants. His gaze roams over her: hair damp and matted, eyes red, face blotchy from crying. Smiling at the predicament he comments. "Perhaps, in the future, you will choose words more carefully?" It's cruel, sarcastic--and has its desired effect. 

Ravenna's shoulders slump and tremble, knowing that through her own carelessness she has had a hand in creating this situation: in the middle of his office, abandoned by the outside world, handcuffed and at his complete mercy.

The shock, pain, fear and anger swirl together. Yet, another ingredient is added: desire. In her

panties she feels the unmistakable wetness. Tingling. Ravenna catches her breath, trying to stifle the surprised look.

Parker smiles again, the damn Cheshire. Discovered...

His words come from behind her as he whispers against her ear soft almost like a caress "Embarrassed? Don't be..." His fingers mimic the tone of his words as he slowly unbuttons her shirt, exposing the top of her bra, its delicate flowery pattern, its bright, happy color--a cheerful green. "Excellent," he exhales, seeing each full, firm cup. The nipples harden beneath the satiny material at his approval.

He tugs Ravenna's shirt free, exposing her breasts completely. Her skin flushed with desire, mentally chastising herself for her reaction panicking at what this mean, knowing debating him will be futile as to why this is happening. Her mind swirls...

Pulling her into a standing position, His hand splayed out on her abdomen he slowly lets his hand slide beneath her pants, but denying her the flesh on flesh contact he caresses her over her panties--the same delicate flower pattern, the same cheerful green...made more shiny with the growing wetness between her legs. Ravenna breathes heavily. A sigh betraying her thoughts. "Yes, good...." again the whispered hiss in her ear. She pushes backwards towards Parker...

Calculating that by acting on her desire he might release her sooner. One step ahead he grabs the small

chain between her wrists and pull down, another sharp pain in her shoulders, chest and arms. Eyes popping out at the jolt. "Now, now, we haven't begun to explore..." he steps away from her, withdrawing his hand, leaving her aching.

Pushing her down roughly and pressing her face to the carpet He takes control once again although Ravenna wonders if she ever had any at all, her body keeps betraying her. "Kneel." A short, barked order. "You will answer my questions, understood?" He doesn't even look as Ravenna nods mutely. 

The sharp gaze cuts her to the core. "What?" Ravenna's head nodding slowly. "Not good enough." An object flies through the air landing squarely across her breasts. She yelps in pain

and arches backwards, trying to escape it. "What was that?" he demands again; her small voice again answers a single word: "yes."

"Good." Cold. Terse. Removing his jacket, hanging it on the door. Parker walks back towards her, passing by until he comes to one of the chairs in the room. The same chair she was sitting in. He now sits, eyes narrow, arms crossed, slowly tapping the ruler against his upper arm. Imperious. Ravenna looks away, chest still smarting. Ego bruised more deeply than the tender flesh surrounding her nipples.

He motions her towards him. She crawls, stumbles, catches herself and completes the journey, knees protesting every inch. Parker leans forward, grasping the waistband of Ravenna's pants, undoing the button with one hand, teasing her breasts absently with the other. She hears the zipper and feels the cool air against her warm crotch. Her panties are wetter than ever before--even wetter than the very first time a boy reached down them to explore her budding sex; her smooth mound and waiting lips. The desire causing her eyes to roll back momentarily, lost in the feeling.

Snapped back to reality as each sensitive nipple is pinched viciously. Ravenna lets out a strangled gasp of pain at the intensity of the sensation. Twisting, Parker takes more flesh into his fingers, watching the tears well again. "This is what you wanted, wasn't it? To get close to me, in an attempt to grab for power over your co-workers?" She nods quickly, trying to escape the pain—thinking her honest answer would free her.

Ravenna is pulled up onto his lap, pants yanked down, exposing the silky material of her tiny bikini panties. Holding the handcuffs firmly, Parker pushes her slightly forward to give himself more access. Ravenna squirms, earning a hard yank of the handcuffs followed by a slap against her breast with the ruler. A slap more vicious than before...

"If anything is what you will do, then anything is what you will do." He says firmly. The words compete with her heartbeat drumming in her ears. She feels her behind exposed, legs pushed apart. Ravenna wonders if he can see the wetness. His low murmur the answer. The first bite of the flat ruler tears at the lower part of her ass, leaving an angry red bar. The second blow works slightly higher, still painful. The third, again in the same position as the first, driving the pain of the blow deep into Ravenna's mid-section, forcing the air out in a gasp. The fourth, the hardest yet (but not the hardest to come) bring stars to the room. With the fifth she shudders, held down firmly, unable to protect herself. 

There is a pause, relief? Hardly. Ravenna is allowed to catch a breath, before Parker takes the waistband of her panties and tugs them down, exposing the tender, red flesh. The goosebumps on her skin rise immediately—she's not had a bare bottomed spanking since she was a child and to this day she doesn't think she really did anything all THAT wrong...but there will be no talking her way out of this. The stakes have changed. The rules different. Childhood innocence, even feigned, provides no advantage.

The ruler sails down, she hears it before impact, crackling against her. First one cheek and then the

other, Ravenna twists and squirms--panting and sobbing--trying to get away from the punishment. Parker simply, silently holds her down harder, pressing her into his lap. She feels the unmistakable bulge...

Parker remains focused, beating her ass red. The same red that is flushing her cheeks. The Cheshire smile across his face--knowing that the further he pushes her, the deeper into her dark desire Ravenna will go. He keeps her head down, so that she cannot see his enjoyment. He fills the air with admonitions, reprimands, disappointments. "This hurts me more than it hurts you. My hopes, being dashed by the shoddiness of your work. Your lack of team play..." Every word calculated for maximum effect.

Each withdrawal of the ruler gives view to Ravenna's considerable wetness. Her taut, engorged lips shining in the light. He makes sure to graze his fingers against her, lightly, without force, to signal his knowledge of her secrets. Of my intentions. With each, easy pass, Ravenna yearns unconsciously toward his hand, trying to bring it further into her, shocked at each blow she receives as an answer.

Seeing the fiery, angry red spreading, the welts beginning to rise off of her bare skin, the wetness leaking down the insides of her thighs, Parker relents, feeling no need to break her completely. He brings the ruler down once more, the hardest blow yet and is as shocked as she is to hear the grotesque crack and see her, as though in slow motion, pitched violently forward, rolling off of his lap and crashing to the floor.

In his shock he releases his hold on her wrists and allows her to curl into a fetal position at his feet, the tears flowing freely, her painful sobs growing louder. Parker stands, casually toss the ruler to the ground by her head, letting her see it clearly for the first time and steps over Ravenna, as if nothing had happened...

He goes back to his desk, continuously watching her, Ravenna's prone form wracked with sobs, slowly decreasing, softening. He busies himself with the next task. Swearing under her breath at him he returns, kneeling toward her, causing an involuntary recoil. She cowers. Softly now "let it go. I understand. I know." Ravenna's sobbing intensifies--his words reaching right through her. The pain of the spanking refusing to subside. As he wanted it.

He rises. Reaching down Parker unlocks the handcuffs, allowing her arms-numb slightly from the positioning-freedom. She tucks them underneath her, a vain, last effort of self-preservation...

Parker's hand grips the back of her neck, forcing her face further into the carpeting of the floor as he reaches between her legs, fondling her one beat to long—on purpose—with a flourish he pulls her panties and pants off tossing them aside on the floor.

Naked now, in a heap on the floor, Parker grasps the back of Ravenna's head, at the base, where her hair meets your neck and, winding a handful of the soft strands, now wet and matted down from the exertion, he lifts her up, off of the floor to her knees. Gripping her head, he pulls it back, sharply enough to forcing Ravenna to focus on him and the grin slowly curling around his lips to ask a simple question: "anything?"

She tries to resist the temptation. Ravenna shakes her head slowly from side to side in his hand. His eyes flash darkly. "Tsk tsk" is all she hears before his left hand reaches her puffy nipple and squeezes hard. Harder than before. Harder than ever before...

"I'll repeat myself, anything?" She bites down on her lip, refusing to cry out. Her resistance something he

was counting on. Wishing to see. "Anything?" The pinching gets harder. Focused on the most sensitive

part. She nods mutely. Parker lets that pass. A third admission.

"Good." Releasing her bruised nipple from his grasp she grabs at it, clutching her breasts behind her arms, hands cupping them for protection.

Parker steps behind Ravenna, grabbing each arm and twisting it backward. This time, she feels a heavy leather cuff attached to each. A metallic clip in-between them. He reaches down and wraps each ankle in a matching cuff. Another metallic click. She feels the clip in between her wrists tugged downward slightly and feel something pulled between the cuffs, attaching her wrists to her ankles at an angle which forces her breasts and hips to jut outward.

Standing before her once again, He sits. Watching. Close. Grabbing the top of her head and pulling her toward him. Holding Ravenna at arm's length, with his other hand Parker undoes his belt and the button of his pants and opens them. Ravenna's eyes, wide again, see the very bulge she felt before, positioned across his lap. Her lips tremble. He pulls her closer and in one movement his cock pushes through her lips, invading her mouth...

Parker pulls her head down and at the same time pushes further into her, nearly gagging Ravenna. She blanches and he lifts her head slightly. She looks up with red rimmed eyes. "Anything" is the only word he speaks.

She accepts.

Feeling him with her tongue and lips, Ravenna starts to explore. Sliding up and down the shaft, rolling the round head over in her mouth. Tasting the warmth, feeling the shaft throb and grow in her mouth. She closes her eyes, groaning around it, sucking and licking as he keeps his hand wrapped in her hair...

Her tongue slides past the head and she tastes the distinct saltiness of pre-cum. She looks up, horrified. Parker's unnerving, steady gaze meets hers. Ravenna tries to speak, to pull backwards—she has never, ever sucked a guy to completion! He mouths the single word which cuts her deepest. 

His cock caressed, by her lips and tongue, throbs more in Ravenna's mouth. She discovers her own body

throbbing. Parker silently slides his leg in between hers and notes how she instinctively begins to rub her crotch against it, grinding down, either unaware or not caring...just wanting some level of release...

He's not inclined to provide it--just yet. Feeling Ravenna's warm mouth wrapped around him, watching her masturbating herself against his leg, it's just too enjoyable. Feeling his impending release Parker issues the command "Don't Swallow" [R1] as he allows himself to explode deeply into her mouth. Ravenna's eyes shut hard as she tastes cum for the first time and feel herself lost in its taste and texture, bearing down harder on his leg, her clit getting rubbed raw against the material of his pants.




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Bridget Tries to Help

This is a story about a young woman who is happily married and gets trapped into things she never wanted to do.

All characters are eighteen (18) years of age or older. 

*****

My name is Bridget. I am 21 years old and married to Michael. I'm a petite woman, I've just crossed over into the century mark at 102lbs. I have blonde hair and 32a. 

Michael and I have been in a relationship together since the third grade of elementary school. We lived four houses apart, our parents hung together and we were always inseparable growing up. Neither one of us ever had another boyfriend or girlfriend. We were just always there for each other.

Six years ago, we made a mistake and I became pregnant. After some very big heartburn with our parents, (and also shortly thereafter, their great help), we were married. We had our first baby boy and two years after that a baby girl. 

We both had to leave school. Michael got a job at the local manufacturing company and I stayed home to do the mother thing. Michael got his General Equivalency Diploma on our son's second birthday. I finished my GED on my daughter's first! Michael was promoted to a foreman's job six months ago. Between his new job salary and my working part time at a grocery store, we were able to buy a small starter home. We didn't have much but we made ends meet. All and all, we aren't living the fabled life of the famous but we are still very much in love with each other and putting food on the table.

The Invite

Tuesday night, the four of us sat at supper. I had cooked pancakes for dinner. Michael was on his fifth one and looking for number six. He had finished his second glass of milk, when he blurted out, "Oh we are invited over to a dinner party at Mr. Haverhill's house."

I looked in shock. Mr. Haverhill was the owner of this huge company that Michael worked for. 

Why would they invite a Foreman to a dinner party, I wondered?

"Michael, I didn't even know that you knew Mr. Haverhill," I asked.

"I don't but I've seen him walking around the manufacturing floor," Michael replied.

"Do you at least know how to dress for this thing," I asked?

"I probably need to wear a tie and jacket."

My head started spinning fast. Michael doesn't own a suit jacket. He had a pair of chino pants and a collared shirt. I could borrow a suit coat off my dad. They were both the same size. I'd scour his father's closet for a tie. I knew his dad had five or six.

I had one dress in my closet. It was yellow with white flowers on it. It was a little summery for late September but it would work. It would have to because I had no other options. I would just need to pick up a pair of panty hose and we'd make it!

I explained the plan to Michael as I cleaned up the supper meal. He just nodded, half listening to me but was paying enough attention to me that I knew he agreed.

"Michael, tomorrow I'll call Mrs. Haverhill and see if I'm expected to bring something with us"

Michael nodded again and I was off to read to the kids before bedtime.

Next Morning

I waited until 9:30 AM before calling the Haverhill household. I was nervous to call but I needed to know if we were expected to bring a dish. After several rings, the phone was picked up and a man answered.

"Hello, Mr. Haverhill," I asked?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Haverhill is gone to the office," He quipped.

"Is Mrs. Haverhill available, please?"

The voice from the other end said, "I am sorry." "Madame is not available." "I am Joseph, Mrs. Haverhill's valet." "May I connect you with the kitchen?"

I was a little confused why he would switch me to the Kitchen but I needed to leave a message so I went on, "Mr. Joseph, Could you please tell Mrs. Haverhill that Mrs. Martino called and wanted to know if I could bring a dish to dinner with us on Saturday?"

"You would like to bring a dish to Mrs. Haverhill's Suárez on Saturday?" Joseph repeated.

"Yes Sir!"

"How lovely," he went on. 

"I am sure Mrs. Haverhill will be excited." 

"I doubt she will need a DISH but if she does, I will ensure that the kitchen staff will contact you." 

"Thank you, Mrs. Martino," he finished.

With that, the phone went dead on the other end.

Saturday

Saturday came along and I had not heard back from the Haverhill household. Unsure what to do I just baked cupcakes to bring with us. Michael was in a good mood when he came down the stairs. He actually looked quite dashing. I freshly pressed his chinos, he borrowed a blue blazer from my father and he had a grey shirt with paisley tie on. I was proud of him! He looked handsome.

I put my dress on and was feeling anything but confident in my looks. The dress was cute and came down to my knees. Michael always loved it but he loved anything I wore! I came down the stairs and Michael did his "wolf whistle" thingy. I twirled around doing my modeling turn and off we went, Cupcakes in hand! I was scared to death.

We got to the address indicated on our GPS. It was a large hotel like looking building with a big wrought iron gate at the drive way. We lined up our five year old Toyota behind a line of black limos and waited our turn to be admitted. When we finally got to the front, Michael jumped out of the car and tried to get to open my door but the parking attendant had already gotten it. I said "Thank you." And strolled with Michael to the front door.

We looked at each other as we watched men in their dark tuxedos holding onto women in black cocktail dresses. I looked at Michael and he just laughed, "Bridget, you look great." "At least it won't be hard for us to be notice amongst a sea of black."

I gave a fake little laugh and strode to the front door arm and arm with Michael. When we got there, a very distinguished looking gentleman in black tails spoke up, "Ahhh, this must be Mrs. Martino!" "Splendid and you brought cupcakes?" "Wonderful," he said as he took the cupcakes out of my hand and gave them to another lady dressed in a maids uniform.

"You must be Mr. Joseph," I asked while turning to Michael. "Michael, this is Mr. Joseph, the man I mentioned Wednesday who had helped me."

Michael held out his hand to shake Mr. Joseph's when I made the introduction. Mr. Joseph just kept his white gloved hand by his side, bowed and said, "Charmed, I'm sure."

A tall, very attractive lady in her sixties came over to us. She introduced herself as Mrs. Haverhill and actually dragged us into the middle of the crowd. She tried to make us feel as comfortable as one could in what was a very uncomfortable situation. 

Michael had several beers prior to dinner. One of the maids came over with champagne and I took a glass. I nursed it for the two hours prior to the dinner announcement. We were seated at the table along with about forty other guests. Neither one of us had any idea what all the silverware was used for. A very kindly elderly man sitting next to me noticed my distress. He discreetly would touch a piece of his silverware and we would use it to eat whatever they placed in front of us. Michael and I ate more food that night than we had even seen in the last year. 

Finally, at the end of the dinner, Mr. Haverhill got everyone's attention and made an announcement.

"Everyone, I am sure you are aware of the rumors that I'm going to move our main plant from this city to Memphis," he asked? 

Everyone nodded because we heard the rumors.

"I want to announce that we have reached a joint agreement with the State and City." 

"That agreement will grant us several vital tax concessions which will enable us to be competitive and keep over 2500 jobs here in this great city of ours."

Everyone stood up and cheered. I yelled the most because all of us were dreading a shutdown.

"Now we will have to shed about twenty five lower supervisory jobs but that can be done easily and with no impact to the Company."

Again we all cheered!

Dinner ended and we all mingled, (I think everyone just drank and wandered but Michael said it was the "MINGLE"). I was feeling less awkward in my bright yellow sun dress amongst a large group of bare backed black cocktail dresses, (my third glass of champagne will do that to me). I felt a small pull at my arm. I turned toward the pull and Mrs. Haverhill was smiling at me. 

"Mrs. Martino, please come with me."

I nodded and just followed her with champagne glass in hand. We winded down a long corridor and went through a very heavy wooden double door. The room was a breathtakingly beautiful library with leather chairs and reading lamps spread around it. By the fireplace, Mr. Haverhill sat smoking a cigar and drinking a glass of something.

"Mrs. Martino", he said "Thank you for coming and please sit down." "Joseph, please get Mrs. Martino a cognac and Mrs. Haverhill a glass of sherry."

A minute went by and I had my drink in hand. I was regaining my past nervousness when I took a sip of the cognac. I coughed and then sneezed, sending the burning liquid up my nose. I caught myself finally when Mrs. Haverhill patted me on the back. We sipped our drinks in silence with Joseph looking on for about a minute. 

Mrs. Haverhill broke the silence by saying, "Mrs. Martino, I especially want to thank you for the cupcakes you brought."

I nodded.

"My husband wanted to discuss your husband's redundancy."

I had no idea what "redundancy" was so I just went on nodding.

"I see by your quiet agreement that you understand why your husband must be dismissed from our employ," she said and, "thank you for your understanding."

"What?" "What are you talking about?" "My husband just was promoted to foreman six months ago." "What are you talking about?"

Mr. Haverhill went on and took a substantial time explaining how the layoff agreement works. How Michael was the last promoted foreman and that makes him the first to go foreman. He went on to explain how the union agreement does not allow union members to be bumped out of jobs by nonunion supervisors in the event of a layoff.

I couldn't catch my breath. I tried to explain that we had just bought a house. I told them we couldn't make it without his pay check. I explained about our two children. They just nodded and smiled. I knew this was going nowhere. I kept crying more and Joseph was handing me one Kleenex after another.

Finally Mrs. Haverhill came over to me, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Stop being a baby Bridget." "It is time to grow up and act like a big girl." "Big girls face reality."

"The reality that my husband is losing his job and we're about to become homeless," I asked?

Mr. Haverhill took my chin into his hand, looked me straight in the eyes and said, "EXACTLY!" "You are about to go bankrupt and become homeless." "That exactly is what Mrs. Haverhill is explaining to you."

I nodded, not in understanding, but because it gave me something to do.

"Now, Bridget, stop being a baby and figure a way out of this," Mrs. Haverhill said.

I thought and thought but I had no idea how I was going to get Michael out of this problem.

I just shook my head that I didn't understand.

"Mrs. Martino," Mr. Haverhill said, "Why don't you take Michael home and sleep on it tonight?" "Tomorrow, you should come back here for a small lawn party by yourself." "Maybe, by that time, you'll have figured out a magic word that will keep Michael from getting a pink slip on Monday."

A magic word? I thought and then said out hopefully, "Please?" "Is that the universal magic word?"

Mrs. Haverhill smiled and shook her head no. She kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "The magic word is... "ANYTHING!"

**********

Sunday

We went to the 9:00 AM mass Sunday morning. I prayed to find a way out of Michael being laid off. When we got home, I finally gathered my courage and told Michael I was going back to the Haverhill's house that afternoon to see Mrs. Haverhill. I explained to him that I had been invited back and it would be good for his career opportunities for us to know them better. I knew he would agree happily because all he'd do is watch football and play with the kids without me fussing about making a mess.

I had absolutely nothing appropriate to wear which sent me into another panic. I couldn't wear the same dress I had the previous night. I couldn't just borrow something because I was honestly smaller than most women. I finally called my neighbor next door who had two teenage daughters. I explained my predicament and immediately she sent both of them over with several choices of dress.

They decided that I would wear blue pullover dress with a form fitting silhouette look and a built in bustier. It had two spaghetti straps and the hem came to just above my knee. I had to admit that I looked good in the dress even if it belonged to one of my neighborhood teens. One of them did my makeup and the other fussed with shoes. I finally was done when the silver stiletto heels were fastened to my feet. I would need a few lessons in how to walk in them but I'd survive.

Mrs. Haverhill's Lawn Party

I arrived unfashionably early. The front door was answered by Joseph who promptly welcomed me with a very stiff, "Welcome back, Mrs. Martino." Joseph sat me in the Grand Room while I waited for the rest of the guests to arrive.

In about forty five minutes, Mrs. Haverhill entered the room with another older lady by her side. I was introduced to the older lady and I quickly made the connection. She was the wife of the older gentlemen from the night before who helped me with my silverware. I shook hands with both of them and they actually seemed happy that I was there.

"You look lovely today, Mrs. Martino," Mrs. Haverhill said.

"Please call me Bridget, Mrs. Martino," I flashed back with a smile.

"Thank you, Bridget." "Now should we join the rest of the CLUB in the library?"

We angled our way back into the large library that I had met with Mr. Haverhill the night before. Joseph was there and opened the door for us. Inside the room there was a group of about sixteen people. They all seemed to be couples and were enjoying an afternoon cocktail. I was introduced to each person and they all made me feel very welcome. Small talk and food trays prevailed for an hour. I was hoping to get Mr. Haverhill by myself and make a plea for Michael's job. I was having no luck in my quest.

Finally, Mr. Haverhill stood up and called for everyone's attention. He reiterated the conversation from the prior night how the Company was not going to close the local plant but that there would be some layoffs. He pointed to me and told everyone that Michael would be one of those without a job. Everyone just nodded and smiled.

Mrs. Haverhill came up to me and pulled me by the elbow signaling me to follow her into a small ante room off the library. The older lady also joined us.

"Bridget, tomorrow your husband will lose his job."

I nodded in understanding.

Smiling, she then turned to her friend who spoke, "Have you learned the magic word, Bridget?"

I nodded.

"Say it Bridget!"

I looked at both of them, without really understanding and said, "Anything?!?"

They both nodded and said, "Good"

Then came the long explanation of anything. "Anything", I was told means that I can leave and decline to do whatever I wish to do. "Anything" means that if I say no, then Michael will get a pink slip and we would be unemployed. "Anything" means that if I say no, we would be homeless because we couldn't afford the mortgage on our house. "Anything" means that if I did do what I was told, I would work as needed for the Company for no more than twenty hours/week, get paid as a full time forty hour/week employee and be paid fifteen dollars/hour! "Anything" also means Michael would keep his employment.

Mrs. Haverhill tuned to me and said, "Do you understand the meaning of anything, Bridget?"

I thought I should be honest so I replied, "I understand most of it." "I don't really get the anything as far as me having a job but I loved the idea!"

Mrs. Haverhill just nodded and said, "You are about to find out the meaning of Anything, Bridget."

I was lead back into the Library where everyone was enjoying a quiet Sunday afternoon. As I walked in with Mrs. Haverhill, everyone quieted down. The silence quickly became deafening until Mr. Haverhill stood.

"Bridget, have you learned the definition of anything," he asked?

I wasn't exactly sure but I knew "Anything" kept Michael employed. I nodded my head and said, "Yes sir."

"Excellent!" 

He turned to Mrs. Haverhill and nodded. She took me by the hand and led me over to a large upholstered bench in the middle of the room. 

"Bridget, bend over the bench, Pet," she purred.

I bent over the bench and realized that the one end I had bent over had a slight raised portion to it so that when I laid on it, it fitted under my tummy and raised my behind about two inches. She handed me a piece of paper and a pen to sign the bottom of it. I quickly read it and signed it. It just repeated what she already had said.

"Bridget, read the last two sentences for everyone, please."

I nodded and read, "I can leave anytime I want." "I choose to do Anything I am told to do because I want my husband to have a job."

"Very good, Pet!" "That General Equivalency Diploma taught you how to read well, Bridget!"

I watched as she beckoned Joseph to stand behind me. He had a small paddle in his hand.

"Now, Bridget, you were such a baby last night." "Babies get spanked when they act poorly, don't they?"

I started to understand what "Anything" meant at that moment. Mrs. Haverhill was going to have me spanked in front of her club group. I had never been spanked in my life. I started to protest but I could see it in her eyes that this was my only chance to keep Michael's job. I choked on the words but finally nodded my head and whispered, "Yes."

"Good!" "I think ten strokes with the paddle will suffice, don't you, Pet?"

I nodded my head and caught Joseph moving behind me out of the corner of my eye.

"Now, Bridget, pull your skirt up so Joseph can do this correctly."

I reached for the hem of my skirt and pulled it up over my waist. No one had ever seen me but Michael in my panties. Here I was in front of a room full of strangers bent over a padded bench with my skirt pulled up over my waist.

"Now, Bridget, Pull your panties down like the naughty girl that you are and ask Joseph to spank you."

My head shot up off the cushion, "I can't!" "Please, I can't do that."

"You don't have to, Bridget," she nodded. "You can leave now and Mr. Haverhill can give you Michael's pink slip so that he won't have to pick it up in the morning himself."

She held the pink slip out to me and I grasped it. I kept looking at it and finally let it fall to the floor. I started getting the hiccups which I do when I start to cry to hard. My hands reached behind me as if they had their own mind. I felt my fingers curl into the waist band of my panties and pull them down to above my knees.

"Joseph, please spank me!"

I hardly had spoken the words when a crashing sound came from behind me and my eyes closed in pain. I couldn't believe that it could hurt so much!?!

"Thank Joseph for spanking you, Bridget."

"Thank you Mr. Joseph for spanking me," I repeated.




Anything



SMACK! My eyes closed as I felt the sting again. "Thank you, Mr.Joseph."

I know I managed to thank him eight more times. I could hardly breathe and had no idea how I was going to be able to walk, never mind sit down. I felt hands reaching for me and helping me to stand. My skirt fell around me and my panties clung thankfully above my knees. I reached for them and tried to pull them up around my hips without embarrassing myself further. I had them back firmly on my waist and patted my skirt down so I would look presentable.

The room was still and Mrs. Haverhill opened the room up for the "Question and Answer" period. It was quickly evident that they asked the questions and I gave the answers.

The older gentleman who helped me with the silverware was the first to ask, "Do you masturbate, Bridget?"

"NO, I'm married!" "I don't masturbate!" I was shocked.

Mrs. Haverhill cautioned me to answer truthfully because there would be a penalty if the group decided I was not being completely honest. I thought for a moment. I could not take another spanking.

"Michael and I have a good life together and enjoy each other." "However," I said, "I sometimes touch myself, once or twice a month."

Everyone turned thumbs down at my answer.

"Bridget, you lied on your first answer." "You will need to be punished."

I looked in panic at Mrs. Haverhill and pleaded to her, "I can't be spanked again, I can't take it, Please?!"

She nodded and said, "You will not have to be spanked this time." "However, You must be punished to remember the truth is important." "Take your dress off!"

This somehow had to end. It was turning into a night mare. I couldn't handle Joseph spanking me again so I just reached for the spaghetti strap ties that held the top on my shoulders. I untied them and reached behind to pull my zipper down. I pulled my dress down to my hips and wiggled out of it. It pooled around my ankles and I stood in front of everyone in my bra and panties.

A woman from the side of the room asked a question, "Do you use a toy or just your fingers when you fuck yourself?"

I gulped and said, "I just touch myself with my fingers."

Another man spoke up, "Do you like showing your tits to guys?"

This was getting awful. I stood trying to cover myself in bra and panties. "I have never shown my breast to anyone but Michael, sir."

Mr. Haverhill then interrupted and said, "ANYTHING." "I think it is time another man saw your breasts, Bridget." 

Mrs. Haverhill smiled at me and said, "THAT WOULD BE NOW, PET!"

I reached behind my back and clumsily unhooked my bra. I let it fall just fall off. I was standing with my panties on and bare breasted in front of strangers.

Another lady from the back asked me, "So, if you don't do toys, do you do vegetables?"

"No, Ma'am."

Mrs. Haverhill got the attention of the room and made an announcement. "Seeing we are an older crowd and young women these days know so much more about sex then ladies our age do, I for one would like Bridget to give us a lesson in how to masturbate!" "Does everyone agree?"

They all nodded their heads. Mrs. Haverhill came over to me and whispered, "Anything!" 

I nodded and felt Joseph sit me back on the bench. My behind stung with the pain as I sat on the leather. He turned me length wise on the bench, spread one of my legs on each side of it so that I was facing the group.

Mrs. Haverhill leaned down and whispered again, "Now would be a good time to start finger fucking yourself, Pet."

I felt tears coming to my eyes again as my hand started moving down across my tummy. My fingers moved under the waist band of my panties. I closed my eyes and pretended I was alone, thinking of Michael, that no one else could see me. I opened my legs a little more as my palm went across my mound and I ran a finger lightly between the lips of my vagina. It always takes me a moment to find my clit and uncover it. The tip of my finger touched it and it reacted as it usually does, (it swells and becomes sensitive).

I was touching myself, blocking out the room when I heard a sound. My eyes snapped open and I realized that Mrs. Haverhill had cut the slides of my panties open with a pair of scissors.

"Show everyone, Bridget." "It doesn't work for us if we can't see everything."

I took my left hand and pulled the sliced panties off my hips. My right middle finger continued to circle my clit as my index and ring fingers opened myself to its touch. My hips started to move involuntarily under my hand. I felt someone touch my arm and say, "Take this!"

I looked up and Mrs. Haverhill handed me a cucumber. I held it and surveyed the room. Everyone one in the room was in some state of exposure and masturbating with me, (except for two couples who were actually having intercourse!). I looked up at Mrs. Haverhill and she nodded, "YOU know what to do with it." "USE IT!"

I took the cucumber in my left hand and put it between my legs. I massaged my clit as I slowly pushed it into my vagina. I felt it's fullness inside me, almost like Michael when he made love to me, and I pushed it more urgently in and out. My finger sped over my clit as my hips reached upwards to my vegetable lover. I heard clicks and realized that people were taking pictures of me. I tried to get up and stop but as I did, a felt the rumble. The familiar eruption that started in my pelvis, rolled into my whole body as my legs closed over what was deep inside me. I held the cucumber, pushed it in deeper as my hips met my own thrust and my legs clamped tight on it. "Oh my God," I screamed! "Oh my dear GOD!" as my pussy closed its muscles on my vegetable lover. My orgasm was extremely intense and seemed to last forever. Finally I started coming down. The realization that I was naked in front of a bunch of semi-nude people who I never had met with a very wet cucumber between my legs.

Joseph took me to a bedroom and provided me with toiletries to clean up with. I showered and redressed into the clothing I had come with, (minus panties). Joseph had one of the drivers take me home. The driver stopped at a pizza parlor to pick up pizza that had already been ordered. I came home to a family who was starving, excited to see that I had pizza and a husband who decided to celebrate by pouring us both a beer! He had a job, I had a job and I guess we could still pay the mortgage so we had a place to live.

The Aftermath

The next morning, Mrs. Haverhill called. She asked me to meet her for lunch down town at an Irish Pub so that it would be casual, (Thank goodness because I had nothing else to wear and a cleaning bill I had to pay for my neighbors clothing)! 

I got to the pub at 12:30 as requested. Mrs. Haverhill and the older lady were waiting for me, (I later found out that her name was Victoria Cleveland - 70' of THE CLEVELANDS). They explained my new job duties. I would not be required to work more than twenty hours/week. I would be provided at least two hour notice before I had to report for "Work." A proper child attendant, (Baby Sitter), would be provided almost instantly if my schedule conflicted with Michael's work. I was to be a "Customer Service Manager."

I was naïve but I wasn't that dumb. I told them that it was impossible, I had never been with another man except Michael and I wasn't going to do it!

Mrs. Cleveland interrupted quickly, "Bridget, I'm shocked!" "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do!" "It is right here in the contract you signed!"

She handed me a copy of the contract I signed the previous afternoon. It did say I didn't have to do anything I didn't wish to do and I could leave the "COMPANY'S" employ at any time. Of course, that put both Michael out of a job and now me, as a new high paid Customer Service Manager! Mrs. Haverhill then slid over an envelope to me across the table. I opened the envelope and looked in. The short description of the photos would go like this, "Girl makes love to a vegetable while crowd cheers her on."

I was defeated.

We finished lunch while Mrs. Cleveland explained I was on the payroll the full time. They both took my hand and walked me to a waiting limousine. The Driver held open the rear door for us and we all climbed into the back seat.

I had never been in a limo before but it kind of reminded me of a miniature bar/living room combination. There was a glass petition that was tinted heavily to protect the privacy of the riders from the driver. We left the parking lot and went downtown to a high rise Hotel. We evidently had already been checked in because we went to the elevator immediately and got off on the 14th floor.

Mrs. Haverhill opened the door for us and we all entered into a breathtaking suite. A female bartender was in attendance and poured three glasses of wine for all us. I was starting to relax again until Mrs. Haverhill whispered the word, "Anything."

Mrs. Cleveland walked over and kissed me on the lips. "Anything means ... well, Anything, Bridget." This afternoon, Emily and I would like to be entertained. She nodded to the Bartender who came over. She handed me a flexible rubber thing that looked like a man's penis on both ends. 

"Bridget, undress for us," Mrs. Haverhill stated.

I just stood up and started to unbutton my blouse. As I got the buttons undone, I felt someone tugging the tails of my shirt out of my pants. I turned and the bartender had pulled them from my pants and was taking my blouse off of my shoulders. She wrapped her arms around my waist from the back and kissed my shoulder along my bra strap. Her tongue would lift my bra strap up and wet my skin underneath. I tensed up and started to pull away.

Mrs. Cleveland spoke sternly, "ANYTHING!"

I felt the lady's hands reach across my stomach and unbutton the front of my pants. Her fingers moving my zipper down in a sound that reminded me of a chain saw shattering my ear drums. I could feel her press herself against my ass as she pulled my waist into her. Her fingers snaking into my pant waist as she slid them down my legs. She somehow stepped on my pants and kicked them off my legs so I was being held in my bra and panties by her from the back.

Her tongue, wet the lobe of my ear and then started to bore into my ear. She let her tongue dance in my ear until she whispered, "There is no choice." "Just do what they tell you too." 

She kissed my ear lobe and started sucking on it. Her hands cupped my bra covered breasts and played with my nipples. I could feel them harden between her thumb and finger. The light pinch making them erect.

She kissed the nape of my neck and said, "Undress me." "Just give them a show and let's go home."

I turned out of her grasp and faced her. She took my hand to the buttons of her blouse. I could feel her breathing under the palm of my hand. Her fingers urged me to unbutton her blouse. They followed her silent command and started to slowly undress this woman I did not know. I pulled her blouse off and went on my knees to undo her pants. I watched as the button at her waist band kind of melted in my hand and the zipper slid down. I pulled her pants down her legs which were long and sinewy.

She pulled me up to her, and she bent over and kissed me. She did feel warm and I felt safe with her despite the other two women watching. She unfastened my bra and I also undid hers. I could feel her rubbing her stomach against me. Her breast over mine. I wasn't tall enough for me to rub my breast against hers while we were standing but I did feel her leg go between mine. She moved her thigh between mine and pushed it against my panty covered clit. I felt myself sliding up and down her thigh as I just let myself go. I was becoming very wet.

She took my hand pushed it inside her panties. She made me find her pussy and showed me how to finger fuck her as she leg humped me. I was going to cum. I could feel it when she stopped me. 

"We need to finish it with their show."

She took the two ended penis and had me hold it. She got on her knees and pulled my panties down. I felt her put me on the floor and watched as she got between my legs. I watched as she pulled her own panties down and slowly spread her legs. She took one end of the penis and I watched as it plunged inside her. She moved on top of me and started searching for my vagina with the other end of the penis. She moved it inside me and I could feel as her hips started moving against mine.

She bent over me and kissed my lips. "I'm going to fuck you and you're going to cum on the end of my rubber dick, Love."

She intensified her movements and pulled my hips into her. It became a natural rhythm and I just fucked with her. Suddenly I heard her say, "fuck, I'm cumming!" and that sent me off. I felt the familiar closing of my pussy around the rubber penis and I thrust myself against it. 

"Oh, FUCK ME, PLEASE," I yelled as I pulled her hard into me. I couldn't stop, I just pulled her deeper in.

When we had finished, she took my hand and said to me. We are not quite done yet. You get Mrs. Cleveland and I get the bitch Haverhill. Just do what I do and this will be over soon.

She took my hand and pulled me over in front of Mrs. Cleveland. She knelt me between her legs and reached under her skirt. "May I take your panties off, Mistress," She asked as she looked up at her. 

Mrs. Cleveland smiled and nodded and I watched as she took the panties off a seventy year old woman. She kissed me once more and pushed my face between Mrs. Cleveland's legs. "You know what to do, I have to take care of Mrs. Haverhill," she urged.

I was kneeling between this woman's thighs, stunned. I knew what Michael did to me when he did oral on me. I just decided to do the same.

I kissed her upper thighs and moved between her legs. The palm of my right hand pressed against her mound as I opened her vagina. I took my tongue and licked on her clitoris. I separated her more and slipped a finger into her pussy while I sucked her clit into my mouth. I fingered her and licked her clit. Her thighs opened and she started pushing herself against my mouth.

"Finger fuck my ass too, Bitch girl," she said.

I wet the finger on my other hand and took it between her ass cheeks. I felt her push herself on it and I just started fingering both her holes. I had my middle finger all the way in her butt, my middle finger of the left hand curling inside her vagina and sucking on clit. Her as started gripping my finger first and all of a sudden her pussy did the same thing. She started crashing into this unbelievable orgasm. My finger being squeezed by both holes and her screaming. My head being pushed deeper between her legs and finally a terrible scream, "FUCK ME BITCH!" My face was wet with her on me as she released me from her grasp.

The next morning

I am not exactly sure how I got home. I remember taking a very long shower and scrubbing the skin off my bones while doing it. I sat at the table, drank my coffee and cried that morning. How and why did I do what I did last night? I ran to the bathroom and vomited. My life was coming to an end because I had to end what I did last night. I had to have been drugged? There is no way, even under threat, that I could have done what I did.

End of Part 01

*****

That does it for part 01. I'll move on to part 02 after I see how this goes. Thank you for all your comments. I had read how other writers said that comments encourage them to keep writing! I guess I get it now!



Anything



Claire was a little bit drunk on the day she confessed to Tina that she had a fantasy. Had she been sober she would probably have been far too embarrassed to make any such admission and would never have said a word. But she wasn't sober and that's why Tina got to know about her most secret desire.

At the time they were both creeping rapidly up on their thirtieth birthdays and both were casualties of unsuccessful marriages. Because of that the two women had formed a friendship that had so far worked well for them. They didn't live in each others pockets because they both valued their freedom, but they had the kind of bond that meant each could always rely on the other. They went out together, they laughed together, and helped each other when needed, but both were happy to have their own space, their own lives, kept private. Each was - in Tina's words - convalescing from a bad attack of 'man-itis' and both were very wary of forming attachments. For that reason men and relationships were subjects that they tended to skate around, until the night that Claire made her confession. On that night the barrier had been broken down and they talked much more openly than ever before, each realising just how little they actually knew about the other. 

That night they revealed to each other what they enjoyed in bed and what their partners had been like, and, more importantly, what they hoped to find for the future in that way. That led, almost inevitably, to discussing their preferences and fantasies. Her greatest fantasy, Claire admitted after Tina had confessed to enjoying being told what to do in the bedroom, was to be tied naked to a bed and placed at the mercy of a total stranger, someone she had never met before, who would then be allowed to do anything he wanted to her, absolutely anything. Tina had sat beside her with her chin on the floor in surprise, totally dumbfounded for once in her life.

'But why?' She asked. 'Wouldn't it be dangerous?'

'Yes, of course it would, that's why it can never happen, but the thought of it really turns me on.'

'How would it work?' Tina was fascinated by a strange desire that was not too far from her own submissive tendencies.

'Simple. I would be stripped naked, tied to a bed by my wrists and ankles and then left alone for a stranger to walk in and take advantage of me.'

'But wouldn't you worry about what he might do?' Tina objected.

'No, that's the point. He would be allowed to do anything he wanted, anything at all. Then I wouldn't know what to expect and he might do things I'd never normally allow, you know, and take me to places I've never been.'

'What limits would you put on what he could do?'

'None.' Claire couldn't get Tina to understand. 'No limits of any kind, apart from causing me serious harm of course. That's the whole idea, and anyway, I wouldn't be in a position to stop him, would I?'

'And what if your stranger was a woman, or a man who brought friends to help him, or both?'

'Then I'd get to experience a bisexual gang-bang wouldn't I?'

'You mean, you'd let a woman do things to you? I didn't think you were that way inclined.'

'I'm not. Absolutely I'm not. But I wouldn't be able to prevent it and so if I did happen to enjoy it, it would be guilt free.'

'My god, you really do mean anything.' Tina shook her head in disbelief. 'But you might get hurt too.'

'I might like that as well, to an extent.' Claire admitted. 'I had a boyfriend who spanked me at one time, and that turned me on.'

'You're full of surprises, aren't you?' Tina's eyebrows shot up. 'But I mean, you might get really hurt, I mean as in injured.'

'True, but it's only ever going to be a fantasy. In my head that wouldn't happen and I wouldn't receive more pain that I could enjoy.' 

'I can see that, but I must admit that I don't understand the attraction of being in a helpless position in the first place, even just as a fantasy.' 

'Embarrassment, humiliation and fear. And if I were sober tonight I think that's exactly what I'd be feeling by telling you about it.'

'Would you ever actually do it?'

She thought about it before answering. 'Yes, I would, but only if I knew I was guaranteed safe from harm.'

It was Tina's turn to sit for a while and look thoughtful. 'You mean it, don't you?'

She raised defiant eyes and stared at him, her heart beginning to race as she understood Tina's thoughts. 'Yes.'

'I know a man I could trust to do it with you, if you're really up for it?'

'Well, yes, but I don't know the guy.' Claire protested.

'Didn't you just say you wanted it to be a stranger? So what could be safer than someone I trust, but who is a stranger to you?'

'I suppose I did, but you've got to tell me a little bit about him. I mean, for one thing, how do you know him?'

'He's an ex-boyfriend from before I got married, and he used to boss me around something wonderful when we were together. I know he's got more into that sort of thing since then. so I know he'd be good at it. He had me doing all kinds of kinky things with him, so he'd stretch your boundaries, that's for sure.' She stopped speaking and looked hard at her friend. 'So, do you want to wimp out, or are you going to do it?'

'Are you sure you can trust him?'

'I'm sure. He never broke my trust.'

'Then yes, I'd love to.' Claire was getting more and more turned on by the idea, helped by alcohol lowered inhibitions.

'Okay, Then go out and get yourself some handcuffs or something to tie you down with and then one night it will happen. And just to make sure you're safe I'll stay in another room so I can come running if you scream.' Tina paused. 'No limits?'

'No limits.' Claire confirmed.

Tina had nodded and the idea was dropped for the rest of the evening. Nothing else was said about it over the next few days, but a nervous Claire ordered two sets of handcuffs and some webbing restraints over the internet anyway, and, when they arrived, put them to one side to be ready if ever they were needed. Several weeks went by and still nothing was said, sober Claire being too embarrassed to bring up the subject herself. Eventually she came to the conclusion that Tina had had second thoughts and nothing was going to happen. Not that she could blame her, who in their right mind would go along with such an outlandish and dangerous fantasy?

Then one morning her phone rang and it was Tina.

'You remember what we spoke about a few weeks ago, you know, about what your fantasy? Do you still want to go through with it?'

'Yes, of course.'

'Good. It's tonight. We'll be there about eight.' 

With that the phone went dead and she was left staring at the handset, her mouth dry and her heart pounding. The suddenness of the call and the fact that Tina had rung off before she could prevaricate added to her abruptly growing excitement.

The appointed time arrived and the doorbell sounded. Claire's hand flew to her mouth and she sat terrified, until a longer, more demanding ring finally got her to her feet.

Steve turned out to be less fearsome than Claire had imagined. He was simply a wiry mid thirties man with gingery mouse hair and a thin moustache and dressed in a lumberjack's shirt and jeans, and carrying a supermarket shopping bag. Nothing sinister at all and certainly not the Dracula look-alike that Claire's imagination had conjured up, especially when his confident grin exposed slightly crooked front teeth rather than fangs.

Claire led everyone back through into the lounge, but nerves were getting the better of her and she sat staring at Tina and her ex in total silence, forgetting even the common courtesy of offering a drink. She eventually made a nervous attempt at small talk, but that faltered under Steve's steady smile as he sat quietly and waited, relaxed and self-assured. Why couldn't she feel like that, after all it was her home? Tina appeared to be enjoying her discomfort, because she made no attempt to lighten the mood at least, saying nothing at all until it seemed she had finally had enough.

'Okay.' Tina finally broke the tension. 'Do either of you want to call it off?'

'Right then.' She said when both shook their heads. 'We'd best get started, hadn't we?'

'Before we do.' Steve stated firmly, making almost his first contribution. 'I'd better lay down some ground rules.'

Not "we'd" better lay down some ground rules, Claire noticed.

'Firstly, with Tina as my witness, I want you to assure me that you freely give me permission to touch you, sexually or otherwise, and to inflict both pain and pleasure in any way I see fit. You say you want to have your boundaries stretched, to experience things that are not your usual preference. Well, you'll get that all right, I promise you, but I'm not going to say how. Now, do I have your willing consent to do anything I want?'

'You have it.' Claire's voice was little more than a whisper. 'But I need a safe word, just in case.' 

'I've got a better idea.' Steve told her. 'Do you trust Tina?'

'Of course I do.' Claire was puzzled.

'Then this is what we'll do. I'm going to take absolutely no notice of anything you say, or ask me to do or not to do. I'll make you a guarantee that I won't do you any permanent harm, but I want to push you out of your comfort zone, and I will hurt you. So let me repeat; I'm not going to stop no matter how much you want me to.' He held his hand up as Claire opened her mouth to object. 'But I'll stop the moment Tina says so. So you'd better trust her, because you'll be in her hands. She will be your safe word. But remember, if she tells me to stop, I won't start again. So if she stops you too early, then you'll end up missing out. Okay?'

Claire wasn't sure about that proposal; it would put her entirely in Tina's hands. She thought for a moment or too and then, gradually warming to the idea, she asked Tina what she thought.

'Are you up for it, Tina? It means I'm going to want you to be there all the time.'

'She'll be present anyway.' Steve told her. 'She's going to be my assistant. But that won't stop her also being your security.'

'Oh!' Claire exclaimed, surprised at this turn of events and not sure what to make of it.

'You did say anything.' Tina reminded her. 'And don't worry; I'll watch your back. I won't let you get pushed any further than you want to be, I'll promise you that.'

'I know you won't' Claire assured her, coming to terms with the proposal. 'But just remember that I won't want it to stop unless I really, really, have to, and I'm sure you'll know if it gets to that point.'

'Then go into your bedroom, get undressed and lie on the bed, and wait.' Steve's tone wasn't particularly imperious, but it didn't brook any argument either. 

Claire climbed the stairs with her heart trying to pound its way out of her chest, and peeled off her clothes. For a moment or two she looked at her modern brass bed head, wondering if the corner posts would be as strong as they looked, for they were certain to find use. It had been a fortuitous choice, made long before she had ever dreamed of being tethered to it.

She cleared the duvet and pillows from the bed and lay down, placing her newly purchased bed restraints and handcuffs beside her. She was not sure what to expect, except knowing that it would be exciting. Damp palms, dry lips and - a quick check confirmed - a wet pussy. Must mean I'm eager, she told herself, confirming the obvious.

It seemed like forever before she heard the others coming up the stairs, although she knew in reality that it had only been a couple of minutes or so. She wondered vaguely what they had been doing whilst she waited, worrying what plans they had made for her, for she was sure that they had. But then their arrival put that thought out of her mind. She watched them as they entered the room, very conscious that she was naked while they were still clothed, and feeling suddenly very exposed. 

'Last chance.' Steve told her, putting the shopping bag down beside the bed. 'Are you sure?'

'Definitely.' She told him with more confidence than she felt, staring at the bag and suddenly worrying what sort of things it contained.

Steve made no attempt to undress himself. Still in his street clothes and perhaps deliberately staying so to make Claire feel even more vulnerable, he nodded his approval at her bondage equipment. 

'That's good.' He told her, picking them up in turn and inspecting them. 'They'll be useful. And I've got some things of my own too.' He dipped into his bag and pulled out a roll of shiny black bondage tape and several lengths of supple white rope, which he promptly draped over Claire's belly and then dragged it away as if to demonstrate its soft strength.

He gazed down at her, his eyes roving slowly over her, taking in every part of her naked form and making her redden with embarrassment.

'Put your arms up over your head.' He demanded suddenly. Claire obeyed instinctively.

With what seemed to Claire to be practised ease, he handcuffed her wrists to the corners of her bed, leaving her now physically as well as psychologically helpless. 

'Raise your knees,' He told her. 'Keep them apart.'

Again she obeyed automatically, blushing as her pussy became exposed and on open display.

Now he took two of her restraints and fastened them behind her knees, leaving them trailing free while he doubled her legs back, tightly fastening calf to thigh with bondage tape, leaving her looking, as she imagined, rather like a giant white frog. He stared at her, his gaze wandering over her until, as if making a sudden decision, he picked up a pillow and thrust it under her bottom to raise it from the bed. Then he turned to Tina, who was standing just inside the door, as if uncertain what was required of her.

'I want you to strip off too. We can't have you dressed like that when your friend is in the nude, now can we?'

Claire was a little surprised at how quickly Tina hastened to obey, swiftly pulling her clothes off until she too was naked. She'd kind of expected Tina to help Steve rather than obey him, but then she remembered her admission that she had enjoyed being ordered about by him in the past. 

He ignored Tina as she undressed, turning his attention back to Claire and taking the free ends of her restraints, fastening them to the bed head so that her legs were rolled right back. Then, he tied one end of a length of rope through the cuff of one restraint, passed the rope under the bed from side to side and tied it off on the other, pulling Claire's knees as far apart as they could go and leaving her completely open and defenceless. Once again he paused to admire his own handiwork. To Claire it seemed that she must look like the frog was now on a dissecting table, waiting for the biology lesson.

'I need a couple of things from downstairs.' Steve told the two women. 'I'll be back in a minute.'

They heard him moving around downstairs, and then they heard water running.

'What is he after?' Claire asked in a whisper.

Tina shrugged. 'I've no idea. He hasn't said.'

'You won't tell anybody about seeing me like this, will you?' Claire asked, extremely conscious of her very unladylike position.

Tina grinned mischievously, but her answer was sincere. 'No, I won't say a word to anyone. But I won't forget the view.'

Not for the first time Claire blushed, but this time she was suddenly aware that Tina was looking at her in an almost sexual way. She wanted to close her legs, but of course she couldn't, and so she gazed back at Tina with faked confidence, trying to mask her humiliation. 

She could, she thought, quite easily see Tina as a sexual entity herself, because even though she was straight she could see how attractive her friend was. With her long light-brown hair, pert breasts tipped with pale pink nipples, and a slender figure standing on legs that went on forever, Tina was the sort of girl that most men, and some women, would drool over. Her figure was much better than her own much more solid body with its large breasts and slightly rounded stomach. Even Claire's rich brown hair seemed tame in comparison. And to make matters worse, Tina didn't even seem conscious of her own beauty. She certainly wasn't worried about standing around naked while they waited for Steve to return. 

They didn't have long to wait to long for him, he came back into the room carrying a tray with bowl full of steaming hot water, another that Claire couldn't see into, and her own toilet bag. He also had a couple of towels draped over his arms. Claire and Tina exchanged puzzled glances.

'I'm going to shave you.' He announced to Claire, as if it were an every day occurrence.

'No!' Her eyes shot wide and she began to pull at her restraints. 'No way. That isn't what I agreed to.'

'What you agreed to was anything I want, remember.' Steve reminded her, tucking one of the towels under her. 'And I want a shaven pussy to play with.'

Looking at Tina and seeing no sign that her friend would prevent it from happening Claire very unwillingly subsided and surrendered to the inevitable, her breath coming in short sharp anxious gasps. He certainly was taking her right out of her comfort zone already and things had hardly begun yet.

'In case you're worried.' Steve assured her. 'I've done this before, so you'll still have all your parts when I'm done.'

She was worried, but not for that reason. She'd never, ever, had a shaven pussy and she wasn't sure how she'd feel about it afterwards. She'd always looked upon it as the province of prostitutes and porn stars rather then normal women. One thing was for sure, she would have a reminder of the evening for a week or two until it grew back.

It soon became obvious that Steve was as well practised at it as he had promised, and he soon had her excess hair trimmed away with scissors before hot water and foam made her ready to be shaved. She looked down at what he was doing, not sure if she should be pleased to see a frown of concentration as the razor made quick sweeps over her skin. The feeling of his fingers holding her very personal skin tight for the blade was both scary and stimulating all at once, but not once did he nick or graze her and before it was over she was feeling very aroused and exquisitely naughty. When he had finished he wiped the excess soap away and surveyed his handiwork, before running his fingertips over her labia to check for smoothness.

'There.' He said.' That feels better, doesn't it?'

She had to agree, the touch of his fingers on bare intimate skin was very sensuous. She swallowed her shame and nodded.

'Come and see what you think.' He turned to Tina as he pulled the towel from under Claire and placed it to one side with the shaving gear. 'See if it feels as nice to you.'

Claire's eyes widened in alarm. Surely she wouldn't. But it seemed that she would, for Tina stood and walked over, gazing down at the newly shaven pussy for a few silent seconds before stooping and placing her cool slim fingers along Claire's labia.

'Yes, it feels really lovely.' She answered Steve's query, her fingertips softly stroking Claire's skin.

'Good. Keep doing it then. Sit beside her and play with her pussy.'

Claire couldn't believe what she was hearing, surely that was stretching her boundaries too far, and when Tina hesitated she thought for a moment that her friend wasn't sure either. But then the elegantly slender little fingers started moving again, stroking up and down either side of her pussy.

'That's it. You can do whatever you like.'

Claire was already uncomfortable with what Tina was currently doing without the thought of her being handed a carte blanche. She tried ineffectively to concentrate on looking at Steve rather than feeling the little index finger that was now finding its way between her labia and softly working up and down the wetness of her slit. My goodness, she told herself, she'll realise I'm turned on by it, wondering at the same time why Tina wanted to touch her like that in the first place. But it felt good even if it shouldn't, her body reminding her that being so helpless meant that she could let it happen without guilt and take whatever pleasure it brought.




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Steve looked at the two women as if to make sure they were behaving as he wished, and then began at last to undress, kicking his shoes off and pulling his sweatshirt over his head before deliberately standing in the eye line of both women and loosening his jeans. He slipped both jeans and shorts down together, pushing his cock down before releasing it to rebound, hard, long and purple headed with arousal. 

'I wonder who is going to get the benefit of this tonight?' He asked, as he kicked his jeans clear and took his shaft in his hand as if offering it to the women.

'It's supposed to be me.' Claire told him, still bothered by the feel of another girl's fingers on her pussy.' 

He laughed and then bent to pick up his bag. 'You'll be surprised at what you're going to get.' He told her mysteriously. 'And I may fuck you, or I may fuck Tina.'

'You're here to help me enjoy my fantasy, not mess about with your ex.' Claire flared at him in a sudden and unexpected rush of frustrated temper. The last thing she needed to do was to be tied and displayed like this while he fucked his former girlfriend.

He turned to her in surprise, gazing as if speechless before placing his bag firmly back on the floor.

'I've told you once, I'm here tonight to do anything I want to you. That's what you said, remember?' He looked at her questioningly. 'No? Well, perhaps I should reinforce your memory.'

With his erection bobbing in front of him he walked around to the right hand side of the bed.

'Would you mind stepping back a moment please.' He motioned Tina away from the bed.

Claire waited with growing trepidation as he placed his left knee on the bed and then, leaning forward, pressed her legs right back, rolling her into a tighter ball and raising her bottom. She had a horrible feeling she knew what was to follow, and when he raised his free hand she knew she was right. It was just a case of how hard and how many.

His hand came down hard on her left buttock, making her cry out. It was not so much the severity of the smack, although it was administered with almost all his strength, but the suddenness of it and, strangely, the sound of it that had startled the sound from her lips. Of course it hurt; it hurt with a fierce heat that burned through her exposed flesh, but it was manageable, even pleasurable in a perverse sort of way.

He raised his hand again and then, still holding her in the uncomfortable folded back position, he made her wait, looking at his raised hand, waiting for it to come down, waiting for the pain of the next smack. The hand seemed to hover there forever, but then it came with a resounding thwack across her other buttock, spreading the fire into both cheeks. She managed to control her cry this time, keeping it down to a sharp gasp as the hand struck. 

Again the hand went up, but this time he didn't keep it there for so long, bringing it down on her left cheek again. It was harder and she felt tears spring into her eyes as she fought to stay silent, determined not to let him defeat her. She glanced to the side, watching his cock still rebounding up and down from his movement as he spanked her. She stifled a giggle, an hysterical giggle born of lust and pain.

A fourth smack, back to her right buttock, and again she just gasped from the sting, a sting that was spreading right across her bottom, the vicious pain building with each smack.

He went back to her left cheek, and this time she did cry out, for the smack landed awkwardly and his fingertips caught her pussy, sending fire through her very tender and newly shaven flesh. There was no apology, no let up, immediately he went back to the other side and smacked her there again, just as hard. She was not crying, but tears were now welling up from the hurt and from the pure humiliation being spanked like that in front of her friend. Two more smacks landed, one to each side, before he finally straightened and went back around to the other side.

'I think that will do for the moment, but remember, any more and I'll use my belt instead of my hand.'

It was then that all of a sudden she understood that he had stopped, not because he wanted to, but because his hand hurt. She smiled inwardly at this perverse victory even though her bottom stung like crazy. All he had done was to increase her arousal and her willingness to be mistreated. She wanted to see just how much she could take.

'You can carry on where you left off.' He told Tina, watching until she sat back on the edge of the bed before turning his attention back to his shopping bag.

Claire speculated vaguely as to what he might have in it, but her attention for the moment was mainly on Tina's increasingly adventurous fingers. She still wondered how her friend had been persuaded take such intimate advantage of her helplessness. Not that she really minded, she realised, for it was just the kind of "out of her comfort zone" thing that she had wanted. She'd wanted to be mentally stretched and now she was being. Her pussy was being played with by a woman and, although her straight mind objected strongly, her uninhibited body didn't care what sex the fingers were, only that they was doing wonderful things to her. She looked directly at Tina's face, hoping to find some concern but instead seeing only a bright and sexy smile.

She turned her attention back to Steve, watching as he delved into his bag and wondering again what he was looking for. When his hand came out he held two small foldback spring clips. At first she didn't comprehend, wondering what he wanted to clip together, but as his hand moved towards her breast she understood and her eyes widened in momentary panic. 

The pain as he fastened them over her nipples was intense, a sharp powerful sting followed by a deep heavy throbbing. This time it was genuine agony and she cried out for real, writhing and twisting uselessly until her body adjusted and she learned to deal with it. Then she simply lay and stared defiantly up at him, panting with pain but daring him to do his worst. He stared back, kneeling motionless, watching her fight the throbbing in her breasts. 

Then he smiled wolfishly, reaching out and pulling briefly on the clips, stretching her mistreated nipples. She groaned aloud, gasping and grimacing with the pain of it, hating him for putting her through it, and yet loving the hurt at the same time. He pulled on them again, holding them out from her body, taut little peaks of tender flesh, before letting go and watching them snap back, making Claire call out with surprise rather then hurt.

Again he pulled on them, one after the other, but instead of simply releasing hold to let breast and clip drop back, this time he stretched them out as far as they would go, until Claire was clenching her teeth and hissing with pain, and then squeezed the clips open one at a time, releasing her nipples. The pain that followed as blood rushed back into the abused nipples was worse than ever, and Claire twisted and thrashed on the bed, swearing coarsely, casting doubt on Steve's parentage and likening him to intimate female anatomy. He just grinned at her curses and watched until her movements settled down. 

'You okay?' Tina spoke for the first time. 

'She's okay.' Steve answered for her.

'I didn't ask you.' Tina told him firmly, slipping easily into her second role. 'I want to be sure she's not had enough, that's what I'm supposed to be here for.'

Claire was pleased with her friend, feeling more secure for knowing that she was being taken care of and that Tina was doing her job. But she wanted to cope with it, and whatever else was coming, and not to have the session terminated by a well meaning minder, even one with two fingers firmly buried in her pussy.

'It's okay, I want to keep going.' She answered through gritted teeth.

'Then you shall.' Steve smiled again, the same feral look on his face. 

Once again his hand dipped into his bag of magic tricks and Claire peered sideways, trying to see what he was bringing out this time. It was a pair of short candlesticks complete with blood red candles, which he lit and placed on the bedside table. He didn't explain what they were for, but she had a good idea. There was no mystery in it, but candle wax was something she'd never tried and she licked dry lips at the prospect. But then it couldn't be more painful than what she had just endured.

Having watched to make sure the candles were properly lit Steve reached for the mystery bowl he had brought upstairs, the ice it contained revealing itself noisily as he fished for a piece to suit his needs.

'Fire and ice.' He told her belatedly. 'You know what that can do, don't you?'

She nodded, gasping with sudden delight as, at that self same moment, two of Tina's fingers slid further into her wetness, sending a wave of prohibited pleasure running through her. It felt so damn good even if it was wrong. But then, she couldn't do anything about it and so she just closed her eyes and let it happen, hoping that Tina would understand that enjoying a woman's touch did not make her gay. Maybe, she thought, Steve's ice cube would take her mind from Tina's fingers before she was made to actually orgasm from them. 

Even with that thought in her mind she was still shocked by the sudden sensation of intense cold on her tender skin. She gasped as Steve planted the ice right on the tip of her aching nipple and held it there for what seemed like forever before he began to move it slowly around her breast, leaving a trail of numbing cold wetness in its wake. It hurt, but it was a nice hurt, similar to being spanked, and the cold seemed to sooth her badly mistreated nipple.

'God, that's good.' She said, looking straight at Steve and his ice but really meaning the feel of Tina's fingers sliding up into her.

Steve smiled knowingly, glancing down at Tina's hand before moving his ice cube onto her other breast. 'I'm glad you like it.' He told her ambiguously.

The difference between the two sensations made both feel more powerful, the cold, wet, slow and sensuous slide of an ice cube over her breast and against her nipple contrasted with the vigorous feel of two warm fingers pushing in and out of her vagina. Soon she wasn't sure which she liked best. She had to admit to herself that under normal circumstances she almost certainly wouldn't have liked either of them. Cold ice across warm skin was surely nobody's idea of pleasure, and the idea of having someone of the same sex finger-fucking her went totally against the grain. But now, in her completely exposed and defenceless state, she was enjoying them both, so much so that she began to fear that she might soon come. An orgasm would be wonderful, but she would be so embarrassed to have one under these circumstances. She didn't want to be thought of as completely depraved, even if it were true.

Tina shifted her position, leaning on her elbow, her face closer to Claire's hairless pussy, watching what she was doing as she turned her hand over so that her thumb rubbed against Claire's clitoris as the two fingers thrust into her passage. Claire groaned involuntarily, telling her tormentors of their success.

'That's good, she likes that.' Steve told Tina. 'Keep doing it.'

The ice slid from Claire's breast onto the expanse of her stomach, circling her naval, roaming across her belly, back and forth, leaving a snail trail of cold moisture behind it. She shivered, mostly from the cold but partly from the heightened state of her sense of touch, especially now that Tina was rubbing at her clitoris so eagerly. Tina had two fingers plunging as far into her vagina as she could get them as well as that energetic thumb, and it was getting too much to ignore. But she didn't want to succumb to a woman.

'Tina.' She gasped, looking to put off the inevitable. 'I'm going to come if you don't stop.'

'Then come.' Steve answered for Tina. 'There's plenty more where that one is coming from.'

Claire groaned, her sensibilities cringing as her body felt her climax bearing down on it. How the hell do I explain this afterwards, she thought frantically to herself. How can I look Tina in the face again knowing that I let her make me come? It was too late to worry. Her orgasm swept through her, tightening her muscles so that she hauled at her tethers, her bottom bouncing on the bed and squashing the pillow that still lay beneath her.

'That looked good.' Steve said as it subsided, amusement clear in his voice.

'It was.' Claire croaked, looking at Tina, who had withdrawn her crazy fingers and was sitting back on her haunches. She was openly gazing down at Claire's sopping wet pussy now, making her victim only too aware of the humiliation of losing control to another woman. 

'So let's cool you down a bit.' Suddenly the ice cube was planted squarely onto her climax sensitised clitoris, the ice melting and trickling down her slit.

'Christ, that hurts.' She gasped. The sensation of cold on her overheated pussy was intense enough to be almost painful.

'Yes. Nice though, isn't it?'

'Yes.' She replied tightly. She had to admit that it was nice, and the pain, if such it could be called, was more of an intense sensation than real hurt, and it felt beautiful.

He ran the ice along her slit, down the inside of her labia, around her entrance and onto her perineum, down to circle her anus and then back. He pushed it into her, rubbing it around just inside of her vagina before trailing it back to her clitoris and beginning the circuit again. She gasped and squirmed, loving it, hating it, not wanting it to stop but wondering if her tender flesh could take it. The crazy vision of attending the emergency department with a frostbitten pussy flashed through her mind. Finally he removed what was left of the ice, dropping it back into the bowl and dipping his fingertips quickly into the warmth of the shaving water that was still beside him. She panted for breath, her entire pussy feeling cold and wet, and incredibly aroused.

'Are you ready for this now?' He asked, taking hold of his cock and showing it to her.

'Whenever you want.' 

Claire wanted a man, needed a man. She'd come once from a woman's attentions and now she needed to come from a man's, and the heat of a man's cock after the cold of the ice would be wonderful.

'All in good time.' Steve chuckled, teasing her, understanding her frustration and deliberately adding to it. 'But it is time to move things along a little. You've had the ice, so now it's time for you to taste the fire.'

Claire had forgotten the candles and now she watched, helpless to do anything else, as he picked up the two candlesticks with their lighted candles and passed one carefully to Tina. She couldn't see, but she knew instinctively that the flames stood in tiny lakes of melted wax and she knew with nervous certainty where that wax was destined for.

'Her thighs, Tina, please.' Steve instructed her.

Claire watched apprehensively as Tina carefully manoeuvred the candle over her thigh; high up to avoid the bondage tape that held her lower leg to it. She tensed herself as Tina began to cautiously tip the candle, wondering what it would feel like, - then she gasped and jumped as molten wax landed suddenly on her breast from the candle that Steve had moved over her unnoticed. 

God, it stung. It was just, and only just, the right side of burning, but still it made her moan as the fire set in. Then, before she could accommodate the pain, a second drop landed, this time on the back of her thigh. She jerked and twisted, gasping again from pain. Then she watched fearfully as Tina tipped her candle over the soft skin of her inner thigh, and gasped and moaned as the wax landed, only to have to switch her anxious eyes to Steve as he dripped some on her breast, this time full square on her nipple. Then it was back to Tina, who switched to the other thigh for her next target, making her groan as the wax landed higher still, almost at the edge of her pussy. Her two tormentors seemed to want to take it in turns to drip wax on her. 

Drip followed drop, sometimes singly, sometimes almost a trickle of molten candle wax landing on tender flesh. Claire panted and squirmed, once letting out a yelp of genuine pain as a misdirected droplet landed on newly shaven skin low down on her labia, tugging unconsciously and ineffectually at her restraints, her nails digging into her palms. Once again she found herself hating the person responsible for her discomfort, but loving the discomfort itself. She could feel her pussy opening with arousal, her nipples, one encased totally now in a thimble of solidifying wax, engorged and prominent. She could cope with it, and more, in fact she wanted more, wanted a more intense sting, just like when Steve had spanked her earlier, except that now she felt she wanted it even harder. She was going to make it hurt harder, she decided.

'Do you think you're going to make me submit?' She asked him, her voice tight and thin. 'Because you're not.'

She writhed under the patter of wax dropping on her breasts.

'What you can give, I can take.'

The next droplet landed on her clitoris and she hissed with the pain, looking accusingly at Tina, who wore an innocent expression of as if her aim was accidental.

'Yes.' She told her friend. 'That goes for both of you.'

'Are you trying to provoke us?' Steve asked, turning his attention to the soft skin of her belly.

'No. What's the point?' Claire lied, deliberately taunting him. 'You can't hurt me. Even when you spanked me you couldn't do it hard enough.'

'Didn't I?' He placed the candle on the bedside table and signalled Tina to stop. 'Do you want me to do it again, but harder, much, much harder?'

'If you want.' Claire's heart leapt. She wanted to see what she could take and now it seemed she was going to be taken to her limits.

'Get it ready.' He instructed Tina without explanation, before straddling Claire's body, planting his rock hard cock between her wax splattered breasts.

Claire could hear Tina exploring Steve's bag of equipment, but she had no idea what she was looking for. No doubt she would find out, she smiled to herself. 

Steve squeezed her breasts over his cock and began rocking back and forth, tit fucking her, pressing her breasts hard against his shaft. It felt good, and once again Claire felt the need to have her pussy filled with cock, making her unsure which she wanted, spanking or fucking - or preferably both. But it didn't matter what she wanted, whichever he decided was what she would get, there was no getting away from that fact.

'I've got it.' Tina's voice came from behind Steve.

'Okay.' He called back, and then leaned down to whisper in Claire's ear. 'I was going to use a tawse on you. But that's what you want, isn't it? You want me to turn you backside red and sore, don't you?'

She remained silent, hoping he was intent on sex with her. 

'But if you can't be spanked you'd like to be fucked, wouldn't you?'

Her mouth went dry with anticipation, but she forced herself not to reply and sound too eager.

'Wouldn't you?' He gripped her nipples between fingers and thumbs and twisted them, flaking away the mould of wax.

'Yes.' She gasped her admission, squirming from the pain in her already abused nubbins.

He released her abruptly and climbed away. 'Then fucked you will be.'

For a moment or so she didn't quite understand, but then she saw Tina standing at the foot of the bed and frightened comprehension flooded in. The 'it' that Tina had announced she had got was not the tawse that Claire had imagined, but the massive pink dildo that she must have strapped on while hidden behind Steve, and which now sprouted threateningly from her groin.

'No!' Claire shouted in panic, knowing even as she did so that it was pointless.




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'I think you mean yes.' Steve told her. 'Unless Tina thinks this is going too far.'

He looked questioningly at Tina, who shook her head.

'She can handle it.'

'But...' 

'No buts. You told Tina you were up for anything and that you were prepared to accept a woman.'

Claire remembered her drunken admission, never dreaming at the time that it would come to be, or that the woman would be Tina. She resigned herself to the inevitable as Tina climbed onto the bed and eased herself between her wide open legs to lie on top of her, propped on her elbows and looking just as nervous as she was.

'Don't worry.' Steve told them as Tina reached back to try and direct the dildo into Claire's pussy. 'I'll guide it in.'

Clare felt Steve's hand fumbling between them, and then the cold head of the dildo was seeking access, sliding down the slippery length of her very wet slit until it arrived at her entrance. She flinched involuntarily as it entered, just the first inch or so pressing into her, ready for Tina to do the rest.

'Okay.' Steve moved away to stand and watch. 'Fuck her.'

She felt Tina flex on top of her and the dildo slipped too easily into her passage, huge, hard, cold and false. She closed her eyes, not wanting to look at Tina's face above her, trying to believe it was not happening and just waiting for it to end. If Tina's fingers had embarrassed her before, how would she ever look her friend in the face again after she had dildo-fucked her. She daren't let herself enjoy it; in fact she daren't let herself respond in any way.

In and out, in and out. The dildo slid in and out of her faster and faster, pushed home by Tina's pounding pelvis. She could feel Tina's body moving on top of her, soft feminine flesh against hers, Tina's breasts rubbing against her own, nipples hard on her skin. Tina was panting in her ear from her effort, her fingers gripping into Claire's shoulders to keep herself close. She hadn't said a word, but Claire had the strong impression that Tina was beginning to enjoy what she was doing and wanted her to enjoy it too. Claire wondered, rightly as it happened, if the strap-on harness was one that stimulated the wearer as well as the subject, for Tina was wriggling against Claire as her hips thrust the dildo into her, rubbing the leather of the harness against her pussy as if trying to stimulate both of them, and it was beginning to work. She felt a sudden urge to wrap her own arms around Tina, to hold her tight and pull her closer, but of course she couldn't. Instead she simply submitted, letting out a telltale moan of pleasure.

Tina's immediate response was to speed up, to thrust harder and faster, plunging the dildo up to the hilt in Claire's vagina, ramming it in and then pulling right back for long rapid thrusts, jolting Claire back and forth as she lay helplessly beneath her. Then suddenly Tina pulled back too far and the dildo slipped from Claire's wet and gaping pussy to slide down her crack, almost impaling her anus as Tina thrust forward once more.

'Oh my god, careful.' Claire admonished her hoarsely.

'I'm sorry, I'm not used to this, I've never done it before.' Tina panted her apology, reaching between them to steer the dildo back into its proper place, this time beating Steve to it.

Now she began to fuck Claire again, but now with slower more careful thrusts that went just as deep but didn't withdraw quite so far. 

'That's better.' Claire whispered to her. 'That's nice.'

'Yes.' Tina's answer was short and terse as she thrust into Claire.

Claire suddenly understood why, or thought she did. 'Are you...' She let the sentence hang.

'I think so.' Tina gasped, her thrusts becoming slightly more erratic.

Tina had made Claire orgasm earlier, and now it looked as if she were doing the same thing to herself. Claire smiled inside at the thought, even as her own body responded to the pleasure of Tina's increasingly fierce fucking.

'Come if you want to.' She told Tina. 'Use me to make yourself come, I don't mind.'

She didn't mind, in a way it was what she was there for, and it was somehow nice to be made use of, even if it was by a woman, and to be the helpless source of her climax. She wondered briefly what it would be like to let a whole group of men use her like this, tied up and helpless, just a depository for their cum. Maybe one day, but meanwhile Tina's breathing had turned into short little gasps and her movements quick and irregular. 

'I'm getting close.' Tina gasped. 'What about you?'

Claire shook her head. 'No, not yet.'

She felt oddly disappointed because she wasn't going to come when Tina did. She would not have believed it before, but she was enjoying being strap-on fucked by another girl. It was becoming a massive turn on, and Tina's big dildo did feel so bloody lovely pistoning in and out of her, even if she was nowhere near an orgasm yet. She could climax, she realised, but just not quite yet. 

'Oh God, I'm there.'

Tina pushed herself onto Claire, gasping and wriggling, rubbing herself on her immobilized partner, grinding the dildo into her, pressing herself down so hard that it hurt. But it was wonderful all the same and Claire found herself wanting once more to embrace Tina, to hold her through the throes of her orgasm.

After it was over Tina rested on top of Claire for a few moments, spent and breathless, the dildo unmoving inside her partner's vagina, until finally she pulled herself up and clambered away without a word, the dildo now wet and shining with Claire's juices.

'You see.' Steve's voice penetrated Claire's haze of frustration. 'You like being fucked by just about anybody, don't you?'

'Yes.' There was nothing else she could say.

'Would you like some more?'

Pictures from Charles Dickens leapt into her mind, but when she turned her head it was Steve who stood there, holding his cock out like Oliver Twist's bowl. He was moving towards the bed and she knew that he would do as he wanted whatever she said, but she felt required to answer all the same.

'Yes.'

He climbed aboard her, and that was the only way she could describe it, with no grace, no consideration, and certainly no civility, and making very little effort to support his own weight. Then, as he was settling himself on top of her, his cock found her open pussy seemingly of its own accord, and he slid into her depths. His cock felt warm and pliable after the unyielding cold plastic of Tina's dildo, part of a human being instead of a manufactured toy, and she welcomed it into her. He looked at her, as if to check who it was he was with, and began to thrust, ramming himself deep into her with metronomic force.

In no way could he be described as making love to her, he was fucking her pure and simple. But that was what she needed. After the pain of being spanked and having molten wax dripped onto her, anything else would have seemed too lightweight. She needed to feel his length pounding into her, needed to feel the roughness of his chest hair on her soft breasts and hear his hoarse breathing in her ear. She lay there and took it, feeling herself bouncing on the bed from his thrusts, and expecting him to bring on the orgasm that Tina had been unable to give her.

It wasn't long before she knew she was right. The beautiful sensation of heat and pressure that heralded an imminent orgasm was beginning to build deep inside her. Normally she would have begun to thrust back at her lover at this point, but she couldn't, in fact she couldn't do anything to either help or hinder. She just had to lie there and let him fuck her, helplessly feeling him hammering at her, hoping that she would come before he did and knowing that if she did it would be an earth shattering climax, augmented by her very vulnerability.

It was building for her, the sensations inside her were becoming more intense and she was on the way. But so was Steve, she could tell from his harsh breathing, the way his breaths becoming quicker and sharper, and his thrusts into her were starting to become jagged and erratic. It was simply a question of if he would last long enough for her to come too. She prayed silently that he would last, and prayed that she wouldn't.

Suddenly she made it. The pressure that was building within her exploded and she came, long surges of pure ecstasy bursting out and along her nervous system in wave after wave, overloading her pathways and making her cry out in joy. Steve took no notice of her, intent on his own imminent climax, trying to maintain the same hard fast rhythm and ignoring completely the woman shaking and gasping beneath him. It didn't matter; in fact his insensitivity to her needs simply amplified the sensations so that she was still calling out her pleasure when he slammed himself home, hard and deep, growling like an animal and with his cock jerking and twitching inside her as he came himself, emptying himself in great spurts deep inside her body.

Afterwards he lay between her wide stretched thighs, spent and panting, his body, like hers, trembling from the effects of his climax. Now she wanted to put her arms around him, to hold him to her just as she had wanted to with Tina, but for just the same reasons, she couldn't. She'd come twice, with two different partners, and not once had she shared a kiss or a hug. It was pure sex, and that's the way she had wanted it. Now she wondered what effect it would have on her closeness with Tina, who she saw was standing and watching, still naked, and with the dildo still strapped to her. The two women were still looking into each others eyes, both thinking the same thing, when Steve finally levered himself away and shakily stood up.

'You're a good fuck, I'll give you that.' He said as he lurched off towards the shower room.

'Can you set me free, Tina.' Claire asked, watching Steve's retreating back and realising it was all over.

'I can, but I'm rather enjoying the view.' She grinned as she reiterated her remark of earlier.

'I can see that.' Claire told her, frowning. 'But I'm getting cramped.'

Tina nodded and knelt beside the bed, slender fingers working on the knots that held Claire so tightly in place. 'Don't worry, I won't say a word about tonight to anyone, but was it what you wanted?'

Claire had to think about that before she answered honestly. 'Yes. Some of the things we did bothered me a bit, but at least I can say I've tried them, even if I'm not likely to try them again.'

'And just when I was thinking of buying one of these.' Tina joked, looking down at the dildo she was still wearing. 'But I don't really mean that' She added quickly. 'I value our friendship too much.'

'Nothing has happened to damage that.' Claire reassured her, stretching the stiffness out of her legs. 'We wouldn't let it.'



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"Yeah, once he's like this, you can do anything you want with him."

We had crushed on Karen for ages. She was adorable, with bright blond hair, a wonderful smile and an infectious laugh. I'd known her for years, and Maggie liked her as soon as I introduced them, back when Maggie and I first got together. She was always so cute, and we were close enough to be there for her when other things went wrong- breakups, drama with friends. When Maggie and I moved in together, and later bought a house, she was always there to listen to our troubles and complaints. She confided in us and we in her. When Maggie and I talked privately, we admitted how attracted to her we both were. We even told her once, after planning and worrying about it. She was flattered, of course, but didn't think it was her kind of thing- she was worried about our friendship. We were close enough to talk about anything and everything, and had gone shopping for sex toys together, but that line seemed too much to cross. Karen had always been a real sweetheart, though, and we stayed close. Talking all the time online, hanging out as a group or in pairs, it seemed nothing had really changed.

But one day, just talking about the kinds of things we had tried, I mentioned the rope and the book on Japanese bondage Maggie had bought ages ago. Karen seemed intrigued, but didn't know a lot about it. I playfully offered to show her- it didn't have to turn into anything serious. She seemed intrigued, and I was a little surprised. I didn't want to pressure her into anything, but she seemed genuinely interested- as long as it didn't turn into anything. After a few discussions online with me, and then a few with Maggie, we set a date.

I was nervous as we walked into the bedroom, but I figured it'd all be in good fun. Clothes were staying on, since it wasn't going to turn into anything too crazy. Just like we said. I took off my shirt, so I was wearing an undershirt and jeans, with Maggie in a simple tee-shirt and jeans, and Karen was wearing a skirt and a polo. Maggie took the black rope out of a drawer in my nightstand and all of us began grinning. 

"So this is about twenty-five feet. I thought it was silk, at first, but it's actually not- some kind of plastic, I think? Anyway, it's soft- feel it." She held out the coil of rope and we sat down on the bed- me at the end, Maggie and Karen along the side. Karen took it in her hands and unwound a little bit, running her fingertips along it. 

"Oh wow, it is! I had thought it would be rougher." She bit her lip, then smiled, but Maggie did see it anyway. "So what do you do with it? I mean, duh, but like, how do you start?" 

Maggie came over to me with the rope and unwound it the rest of the way. "Well, we kinda came up with this one together. It kinda looks like a star when we're done. Start in the middle at the base of his neck, like this." She ran it through her hands till she found the ends and worked backwards from there. I looked a little over my shoulder at her and smiled a bit. I was nervous already- I felt like they should have been able to hear my heart going. But this was just a bit of fun, right? Nothing was going to change after this. Why was it getting to me so much? I swear my skin tingled when she ran her fingers along my neck and draped the rope down. 

"Then you go under his arms and around the bicep here, maybe two or three times. And then you can feed it through, like that, so it stays." Maggie rested her hand on my bare shoulder once she was done, and smiled at me. "Karen, do you want to try the other one, maybe? It goes back and forth a bit- the whole knot, I mean." I looked away quickly, hoping they wouldn't see my eyes go wide. I could already feel my cock stirring in my jeans. What was Maggie up to? I didn't want to ruin this, or make them feel awkward, but my breath was coming quicker already. 

"Oh! Um, I mean, if that's okay with you guys, sure!" I stared straight ahead and caught Maggie's eye in the mirror. Did she just wink at me? Karen came to my other side and sat down next to me. I sat up a bit straighter and tried to slow down my breathing and my heart. 

"Yeah, now go across to me, and just run the rope under the loops. This keeps it from getting too tight, too, which is nice." Maggie's hands on my shoulder and neck and back were normal enough, but feeling Karen starting to touch me was new: exciting, a little scary, but really nice. Two people I trusted as much as anyone in the world, but still I felt it. I smiled, weakly, and Karen smiled back- all fun and energy to her. I could see the wheels turning in her head, and when Maggie gave her the next instruction, passing the rope to my wrist on the other side, holding my hands behind my back, she stuck out her tongue just a bit, poking the tip out between her lips as she concentrated. I turned my head straight forward and tried to think of something else.

"There, not too tight, and now he's really not moving too much. There's just enough on each end to get back up to that loop at the back of his neck, too." Maggie pulled the rope a bit, and my wrists came up with it. The rope left me a little slack to wiggle, but I wasn't moving my hands from my sides or pushing my elbows around much for a while. "And then we just tie it off, here." Karen helped on her side, and I felt her fingertips rest on my wrist just a bit. When the last knot was done, both of them rested their hands on my shoulders. It was the simplest touch, something any friends could do, but this time I had to try really hard not to sigh with contentment. 

"That looks so cool! It does look like a star this way." Karen leaned behind my back and plucked at the strings once or twice. "And wow, he's not going to go anywhere like this, huh?" She giggled a bit, and Maggie did too. Maggie pulled a bit on the ropes high on my back and my balance shifted- I wobbled, and fell back on the bed as she and Karen laughed. Karen held a hand to her mouth as she snorted from laughing, and I was worried I was starting to blush. I tried to sit up, but the angle was all wrong and I sunk into the bed a bit instead, looking up at the ceiling, then back and forth between them.

"Yeah, once he's like this, you can do anything you want with him." Maggie grinned a bit, and put her hand on my stomach, looking to Karen. Karen was quiet, and I saw her bite her bottom lip again. I looked to Maggie, suddenly nervous, and she looked to me and smiled. Silently she nodded and mouthed, "Trust me." I relaxed. I did, I always did.

"Anything I want, huh?" She hesitated a bit, and looked to Maggie, who just smiled and nodded. Her hand came down to my chest, and she leaned over me a bit. 

I shrugged, as much as the rope would allow. "I mean, yeah. I'm kinda stuck here." Maggie touched my thigh gently, and Karen rubbed her fingers into my chest a bit.

She blew softly on my nose and I closed my eyes as they laughed. Just as I was about to protest, asking them to knock it off or let me back up, I felt soft lips on my neck, my cheek, my mouth. My eyes snapped open and I saw blond hair in front of me, and Maggie smiling softly behind it. Maggie traced a hand down Karen's neck, shoulder, and back, and Karen parted her lips as we kissed. I pulled back just a bit, still too surprised, and Karen pulled back, sitting up on the bed. 

"Oh, no, I'm sorry, is that- is that okay? Is that too much?" She blushed and stammered.

I shook my head. "No! No, it's fine, I'm just surprised is all. I mean, if Maggie's OK with it-"

"Well, as long as you share." Maggie leaned in and kissed the other side of my neck, and their hands went down my shoulders, to the rope on my arms. I felt my dick harden, pressing uncomfortably on my jeans. I squirmed a bit, and Maggie whispered in my ear. "Relax, babe, it's OK. We've got you." Both of them kissed my neck, or my chin, as their hands wandered down. Someone pulled up my undershirt, and someone unbuttoned my pants, as Karen and Maggie went back and forth kissing me, holding me down with their kisses to my lips. I felt my dick straining against the fabric of my underwear as they pulled my jeans open, but still I couldn't tell who was doing what as they teased me. They stopped, briefly, and looked at each other, and finally I could look down. Karen was reaching to pull down my underwear, and Maggie had grabbed her wrist.

"Not just yet." Maggie smiled wide. "You know what I really like about having him tied up like this?" She kept holding Karen's wrist and pulled her down the bed, away from my head. "I can make him just... watch." She turned to me, still holding Karen's hand. Karen's eyes were wide- she was surprised, but definitely excited. Maggie seemed to have the entire situation in control, and even though I was the one tied up, it didn't look like Karen was going anywhere either. "Honey, scoot up the bed a bit." 

I did, and Maggie stood with Karen at the foot of the bed. I finally managed to sit up a bit and rest against the pillows.

"Now, maybe a little bit of this is for Russ, but yeah... I've wanted to try this for a long time. I guess he can watch- I don't think he's going anywhere." She pulled Karen gently towards her, facing her, and their faces stopped maybe an inch apart. Maggie rested her hand on Karen's hip, and let go of her wrist to brush her cheek with the back of her hand. Karen was looking into Maggie's eyes, and down to the vanishing space between the two of them, and then back up to Maggie. Maggie tilted her head and moved in just slightly, and the two of them kissed. It was tentative and gentle at first, but soon Maggie pulled Karen closer to her and slid her hands around to grab Karen's firm, round butt with both hands. Karen gasped, and Maggie began to kiss and suckle gently on her neck as her fingers began to knead and squeeze Karen's behind. I shifted as I sat there, straining against the rope, but my hands couldn't move from my sides. I groaned softly as the two of them kissed, and Karen put her arms around Maggie in return, her hands holding onto her back, her shoulders. 

I couldn't believe it. This was something Maggie had wanted for ages- she'd told me how badly she wanted to do this exact thing a dozen times. And now I saw her, continuing to kiss Karen's neck as she pulled on her collar. She began to move around Karen, with just gentle pressure on her hips from her hands, until she was behind Karen and kissing her neck from behind. Karen's eyes were half shut and she was almost panting- I saw her press her knees together as Maggie's hands roamed from her hips to her stomach and then just grazing over the globes of her breasts. Maggie winked at me over Karen's shoulder, and began to pull up Karen's shirt as Karen turned her head and they kissed, their hungry mouths coming together. Karen reached back and held Maggie's chin with one hand as Maggie pulled the hem of her shirt up and over her breasts, revealing a pink bra with a lace trim. 

They broke their kiss, looking into each other's eyes. "Are you OK with this?" Karen nodded emphatically. "Good!" Maggie pulled Karen's shirt off, up over her arms, and tossed it aside. She kept hers on for a bit and continued to kiss her. Soon she was lifting Karen's skirt, pinching her firm butt and showing me a little glimpse of lacy pink panties underneath. Karen's hands wandered along Maggie's shoulders and arms as well, and Maggie let her go briefly.

"Well, let me get out of some of this, too. Now you can take his underwear off- but don't touch him yet. I think he could watch some more."

"Oh, jeez, babe, you're killing me." I was breathing heavily, almost squirming around on the bed as I watched Maggie pull off her top and shimmy her wonderful ass out of her jeans. Soon she was standing there- black sports bra and tight, small panties that really showed off her butt.

"You want us to stop?" she asked with a grin. 

Karen giggled again, and stifled another snort. They helped me slide back against the headboard so I was sitting up straighter. We all had to laugh a bit, but soon she was crawling over to me and tugging my boxer briefs down. Maggie helped her pull down my jeans and soon I was sitting there in the rope and my undershirt, my cock pointing up and away from me, hard as a rock, my balls heavy and full hanging below. Karen's smile turned to a look of surprise as she saw it, and she turned to Maggie. "Wow." 

"Oh, don't flatter him, he's got a big enough head as it is." Maggie kneeled next to me, facing Karen. She put her hands on my thigh and Karen grinned mischievously.

"Well, yeah, but it's his balls that I'm more impressed with." Maggie had to laugh at the dumb joke, and as she leaned over more, she traced little lines up my leg with her fingertips. I groaned aloud, and soon Karen began teasing me as well. 

"Doesn't she look great in that skirt, honey?" Maggie asked me. Soon she was kissing my hip and the top of my thigh. I could hardly get an answer out, as they touched me and teased me. "You must want to touch us so badly. Still can't move your hands, huh?" Soon Maggie was pressing the inside of my thigh with her hands, and reaching across to Karen. Karen leaned forward and they kissed again, just a quick peck, and Maggie let her hand wander down the shoulder straps of Karen's bra and onto her full breasts, squeezing them through the fabric. Karen bit her lower lip again and shuddered a bit, and I felt it through her hands on my thigh. Maggie took Karen's wrist again, and gently guided her hand to my balls. Both of us gasped, and Maggie smiled. 

I started to groan as Karen played with my balls- tugging, squeezing, rolling them around, gently touching with her fingertips, then her palm. Maggie straddled my other leg and reached down, bending forward just to lick the tip of my head as Karen continued to play with my balls. Maggie took the head of my cock in her mouth and licked with her tongue and I shuddered.

"Wow," said Karen. "That's so hot, watching you do that." Maggie was licking all along my cock, from the head down to the balls and back again. I was nearly panting- excited, overstimulated, teased mercilessly.

Maggie took me in her hands and turned to Karen, just long enough to say, "Well, thank you. If you just want to watch, that's fine, but if you want to help..." Maggie took me deep in her mouth, licking and sucking and making me moan. Karen licked her lips gently and I could see her make the decision. Maggie turned just a bit to look at Karen, still sucking the head of my cock, and our friend nodded again, excitedly. Karen bent down next to her and Maggie sat up, giving her room and stealing a glance at her skirt. 

Karen looked up at my face, then down to my hard cock, as she took it into her hands. She flashed me that wonderful smile as I felt her breasts press against my thighs. Maggie rested her hand on Karen's back, tracing little circles down to her hips and lifting her skirt up. "Let me just give you a little encouragement," Maggie said, and Karen nodded her approval. Maggie began to unhook Karen's bra and planted little kisses on her back, as Karen teased my dick with little feathery pecks. Once her bra was off completely, Karen flattened her tongue along the underside of my cock and slowly dragged it from between my balls to the tip. My legs twitched and pushed on the mattress as I groaned from the sensation- it was really something. I just had time to see Karen's hand reaching down, underneath her, before she licked me again and I strained against the ropes, my back arched from the wonderful feeling. I was looking up at the ceiling and closed my eyes, savoring the attention. I heard a loud clapping sound and opened my eyes, to see Karen's eyes going wide and Maggie smiling. Karen's skirt was up and I could see the gentle curve of her butt from where I sat, as she bent forward with most of my cock in her mouth. Maggie held one open hand behind Karen's bottom.

"Too much?" Maggie asked. "It was just so tempting."

Karen took a deep breath. "No... that was awesome! Can you keep doing that?" She went down on me again and Maggie slapped her ass. I heard and felt Karen moan as Maggie spanked her, and she continued to attack my aching cock. 

"Anything you want, Karen." Maggie said, winking at me. "Though we can't have you touching yourself now." Maggie spanked her again, punctuating each sentence. "You need to concentrate." She would recoil forward each time Maggie's hand slapped her bottom, dragging her nipples along my thighs. A particularly hard strike caused one of her breasts to tap against my balls as she gasped and let go of my cock, her back arching. "Keep going, come on now." Karen shuddered and bent forward, her face flushed as she slurped along the head of my cock. Maggie slipped her fingers under Karen's panties and pulled them down, slowly. "Wow, you've gotten really wet." I focused for a few breaths and looked at the mirror, seeing Maggie and Karen and I reflected in it. Karen's lovely rear end was flushed pink from the spanking, and as Maggie moved out of the way I could see just the smallest hint of blond hair between her legs. 

"Babe, I'm... uh-" it was hard to finish a sentence, watching Maggie caress Karen's behind as my cock disappeared into her mouth. I squirmed in the ropes- nothing too tight, but moving my hands around was impossible. "I'm getting close." Karen slowed down, dragging her lips up the length of my cock and releasing it with a soft pop as her cheeks relaxed. She tugged, gently, on my balls, and looked back to Maggie. 

"Just give him a minute, he'll be okay." Maggie slid a hand up Karen's thigh and I saw Karen tense up a bit, and then relax. "You're so wet back here. Mind if I help you out a bit? I know you need to concentrate there." said Maggie. 

"I mean... I haven't done that before, but... sure!" Maggie smiled and began to play with Karen's pussy. She thought for a few seconds, quietly tugging on my balls. It seemed like Maggie was giving her some trouble concentrating. Karen's tongue came out again at the corner of her mouth as she concentrated, and then worked up the courage to ask a question. "You know, it has been a while... and I know I could trust you two... could I maybe... fuck him?" Maggie looked to me.

I froze. "You know... I'm not sure. That's kind of between me and Maggie, so to speak." I was still feeling wonderful- the ropes, her hands, seeing Maggie getting to fulfill one of her fantasies. 

Karen looked a little embarrassed. "No, no, I totally get it. It's fine." We smiled to each other, and the awkwardness passed. I laughed, weakly, and all three of us were giggling again. 

"You know, maybe I could help you out." Maggie suggested. "Give me a second." She gave Karen's butt a gentle pat and walked over to the little chest where she kept her toys. "I've wanted to try this forever." 

Knowing what was coming, I broke into a huge grin and Karen looked up at me. Maggie slipped out of her panties and bra, and then fished around in the little chest and pulled out one of her favorite toys. The way she was standing, we couldn't quite see it, but I knew what it was. Karen shimmied out of her skirt and sat down in front of me, up against me, watching Maggie. She leaned back against my chest and shimmied her butt up against my aching cock. She rested against me and looked out at Maggie as she held up the toy. Looking down I could see the perfect swell of her tits and the patch of blond hair above her pussy. 

"Sometimes I use this on Russ, but I've wanted to try it with a woman for ages." Maggie spread her feet a bit and slid something up her thigh. I saw her butt tense and then relax as it slipped inside her. "Man, you got me all excited. That went right in." She stood up straight, and turned to face us with her hands on her hips, showing off the long purple cock jutting forward from her mound. "With this one I don't even need a harness." Karen gasped a little and covered her mouth with her hand. She sat up a bit as she did, grinding against me and making me moan a bit. 




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"That's really not very fair," I said between heavy breaths. She was pressing her rear up against me, and the way she had sat up slid the crack of her ass up my length. 

"Oh, this? I'm sorry." Karen reached up to hold my cheek and planted a few kisses on my neck as she continued to grind against me, pressing my cock between my abdomen and her butt. I was slick from her licking and sucking before, and I could feel a large gob of pre-cum ooze out of the head of my cock as she continued. I saw Maggie crawl over to us as Karen was busy, and when she put her hands on Karen's knees I smiled. The toy jutted out from between her legs, sticking out enticingly towards us. 

"Hey now, Karen, play nice with him." Karen looked to see Maggie's face so close to hers. Maggie put a little pressure on her grip and Karen spread her legs open. "Naughty girl, teasing him that way." Maggie grinned at me, then kissed me over Karen's shoulder. I felt her hands slide up Karen's thighs, and when they reached her hips, Maggie broke her kiss with me. Karen leaned forward and soon the two of them were passionately exploring each other's mouths. Maggie pulled Karen forward, off of me, and I grunted, only able to look down at them as their hands roamed each other's bodies. Maggie broke their kiss and grabbed Karen's tits, firmly but not roughly, and slicked her tongue across them. 

"Harder! Oh!" Karen panted and groaned as Maggie twisted her nipples between thumb and forefinger, and took one into her mouth. Maggie pinched the other nipple firmly and Karen gave a short, shivering cry. Maggie pushed herself up, holding herself over Karen, and smiled at her, then me. 

"I think it's time we gave him a little reward, huh? Come on, get up." She moved off of Karen and helped her kneel up, stealing little, affectionate touches along the way. "Let him taste those wonderful tits of yours." She held Karen's hips and turned her towards me. Karen clearly liked being bossed around, and stuck her rear towards Maggie as she pressed her breasts into my face. I caught just a glimpse of Maggie's fingers on the inside of Karen's thigh before she blocked my vision. I kissed her breasts gently, working my way towards the nipples gradually and sucking one into my mouth. I strained against the ropes again, determined to do something, anything for her after what she had done for me. She pulled me closer in and I sucked her nipple between my teeth. She made the cutest little moan in response.

"He's certainly having fun, there. Good boy." Maggie commented. I couldn't see exactly what she was up to with Karen. Karen held the back of my neck with one hand, the other on the headboard. I stole a glance up and saw her head tilted down at me, her eyes mostly shut, taking short, shuddering breaths. Maggie must really have been doing a number on her. "Now, Karen... you ready for me? Sure you want it? "

Karen grunted a bit, took a few deep breaths, and nodded. "Yeah... please, give it to me!" Maggie grabbed Karen's hips and pulled back, and she shimmied down the bed to meet her. I was breathing hard, and I saw Maggie grab her cock and line it up, as Karen bent forward and took my dick in her hands. "Fuck me, Maggie, please!"

"All right, here...we...go." I saw Maggie's hips go forward as Karen inhaled a shaky breath. Her hands squeezed on my shaft and I groaned along with her. Maggie started slow, and Karen got into a rhythm with her quickly. She began to lick and suck on me again, taking one of my balls into her mouth, then the other. She seemed to have trouble getting both at once, but I wasn't complaining. 

All three of us were starting to make more noise- light grunts of effort, shuddering moans of pleasure, short panting breaths. Karen let me out of her mouth, bit her lip as she concentrated a bit, and then managed to ask Maggie for more. "That feels... oh man, that feels so good... can you... can you spank me again while you do that?" Maggie gave her ass a sharp slap as she pulled out a bit and Karen went down on my cock farther than she had before. I groaned, a long trembling sound, feeling Karen's tongue move around as she tried to swallow me. I managed to look up at Maggie, who was spanking Karen's ass every few thrusts. She was concentrating hard, but with such a mischievous grin on her face that I had to smile too. She was gripping hard onto Karen's hip with her left hand and slapping her ass with the right. Each time, Karen would groan onto my cock, her eyes watering from the effort. 

I began to feel my balls tightening, swelling. With every thrust and slap Karen would move up and down on my cock, like Maggie was pushing her onto me. I started breathing harder, straining to concentrate. "I'm getting close, Karen- oh, holy shit." Karen looked up at me, winked, and pushed as far down on my cock as she could. I threw my head back at the feeling as she pulled back, almost all the way off my cock, and then sucked it back down. 

"Ooh, I think she wants your come, baby," said Maggie. Karen nodded, my cockhead still in her mouth. "Give it to her. Come for us" Maggie leaned over Karen, continuing to thrust into her, and reached around to her tits with one hand. With the other, she supported herself, looking in closely as Karen tried to swallow me whole. She started kissing Karen's neck as I got closer and closer. It was all too much- the wet smacking sounds of their fucking, Karen's lips and tongue and mouth all over me, and the sight of Maggie nibbling on her neck. My cock swelled in her mouth, my balls jumped and tightened up to me as she plunged up and down my length. 

"Oh- I'm... I'm gonna come!" I grunted. I felt the pressure build up, my head pounding. Maggie took one sharp nibble on Karen' neck and pushed forward with her hips. At the same time, she pushed herself upright and grabbed tight onto Karen's hips, fucking her with short, rapid strokes. Karen continued to bob her head up and down on my cock and I felt the tension release. I groaned and came, pumping thick, sticky come into her mouth. Karen mewled contentedly and moved her mouth down farther onto my cock. I could feel her tongue, and pressure at the back of her mouth as the tip of my cock touched there. I threw back my head, my breathing ragged, as Karen sucked every last drop from me. I couldn't concentrate on anything but how it felt- everything else in the room sounded far away. When I finally finished coming, I looked at them again and saw Karen, close to my face, every muscle tight and shivering as Maggie drew slowly out of her and thrust in quickly, over and over. 

"That's right, come for me, Karen. Do it!" Maggie smacked her ass with an open palm and Karen almost fell forward, onto me. She held onto my shoulders, quivering, and let out a long, low cry of pleasure. I could hear how wet she had gotten as Maggie thrust into her and pulled back.

"Oh, oh, oh god! Stop, stop, please! I can't take it..." Karen had already fallen onto me and nearly collapsed. "That was... holy crap... that was amazing. But... but I need a minute" Karen was groaning just from each little movement as she relaxed. Maggie pulled out of her and Karen shook, holding onto me. "I can't remember the last time I came like that." Karen lay on her side, shivering in the afterglow, and I could feel how wet she had gotten against my leg. She panted and held the back of her hand to her forehead. I saw that Maggie's toy cock and her thighs were covered in Karen's slick wetness when she sat back on her ankles, breathing heavily from the effort. 

"That was really fun, for me, too..." Maggie said. She leaned in towards me. "Wow, you got every last drop, didn't you?" She supported herself on her hands and examined me incredulously. "And you're still hard. Are you all right?"

Karen giggled and turned to me. "You came so hard- we teased you so badly, didn't we?" She snuggled up against my leg affectionately. 

I was still breathing hard, but managed to nod. "Oh yeah. But it was worth it, for that. You did an awesome job with the knots, too- it's only getting uncomfortable now." Maggie sat up against me and cuddled a bit. We looked down to Karen and I asked, "You really got into that, are you OK?" Maggie reached behind me and began to untie me, and Karen helped her out, running the rope through itself until I could move again. 

As she was helping to untie me, Karen grinned at Maggie and nodded. "You were awesome! That was really great. Sometimes I like it a little rougher like that, but you were fantastic." I stretched my arms and elbows and wrists gently. She laughed and looked at me. "You were OK, too." We all giggled again. Karen sat up against my shoulder, on my other side, and affectionately laid her head on my shoulder.

Maggie laughed. "Yeah, he's alright." Laying back against me, on the other shoulder, she ran her fingertips over the cock jutting out from between her legs. "Are you guys up for more? I still haven't gotten off." She grabbed the toy in her hand, sliding her fist up and down its length. "This can be really fun, but it's hard for me to get off while I'm fucking you." The motion of her hand was slow and languid, very relaxed, and I found myself fascinated by it. 

I took a deep breath and looked to Karen. She was also watching Maggie's hands move over the toy intensely. I decided to test the waters. "I think I could keep going... how do you feel, Karen?" Maggie pulled the toy out of her pussy slowly and set it aside on the nightstand. 

Karen looked up at us. "Yeah, I think I could do another round. Maybe no more spanking, though." She absentmindedly rubbed her hip and I had to smile. "What'd you have in mind?"

"Well, I'd like a chance to get off... say, there is something else I'd wanted to try." Maggie smiled as she told us. 

It took a little explaining and arranging, but soon we figured out how to get enough space on the bed for the three of us. Karen got to sit back this time against the headboard of the bed, her knees spread wide, showing off her pussy to us. Maggie got on her hands and knees in front of Karen, and helped her place a pillow under her rear end. As she began to trail kisses along the inside of Karen's thighs, I knelt down behind Maggie and began to play with her pussy, getting her ready for my cock. 

I slid a finger into Maggie's pussy and found it already wet, still tight from gripping the toy. I concentrated, curling my finger gently forward and extending it deep into her, as Maggie went down on our friend. I could hear Karen's reactions- first her breathing speeding up, then little groans, tiny little instructions- "Right there- oh!" Maggie seemed to be in heaven- her hands roaming over Karen's body as her lips and tongue worked closer to her most sensitive areas. I added a second finger and began to slowly draw them out of Maggie's pussy, and slowly pushed them back in as I curled them. 

Soon Karen was beginning to make more noise- panting, moaning softly, a word of encouragement here and there. I lined up behind Maggie and took my cock in my hand- still hard from before, though not so painfully sensitive as when I had just come. I slid the head of my dick along her opening, feeling the soft lips slide along it as Maggie kept working on Karen. I saw Karen tense up and figured Maggie must have finally stopped teasing her and dove in. Karen surprised both of us as one of her hands lightly touched Maggie's shoulder and she spoke up. "Do it, fuck her already!" 

I stifled a laugh - Maggie's appeared to be muffled- and slowly put the head of my dick into Maggie. She rotated her hips a bit, pushing back onto me and taking more of me inside her. I kept just the head inside her, pulling out and pushing in, a little deeper each time. Maggie hummed, making deep, satisfied noises as she continued to go down on Karen. I saw one of her hands come up under her chin and figured she must have been fingering her as well. Karen began to react more strongly: deep, panting breaths and groans. I saw her hands roaming- she couldn't seem to decide whether to cradle Maggie's head, grab down at her shoulders, or tweak her own nipples. 

Soon I was sliding my cock into Maggie's pussy all the way, my balls tapping against her thighs with each thrust. I was in no hurry- still very sensitive from before and desperate to make sure Maggie came, nice and hard, before I did again. Maggie was moving her hips just slightly with each thrust, clearly concentrating more on what was in front of her. As I got into a rhythm, she shifted, bringing her knees together and squeezing me tight. I loved this position- fucking her from behind, seeing her wonderful ass and her sexy back and shoulders. We would often finish in this position, I thought, though never before with someone else in front of her. I held on to her hip with one hand and slid my other along her spine. I couldn't see exactly what she was doing to Karen, but her head was bobbing forward and back with each thrust I gave. Karen was squirming with delight in front of us, clearly enjoying herself tremendously. 

"Oh, Maggie- damn, you're good at that." She took a few shaky breaths. Karen grabbed the inside of her thighs as I saw Maggie push against Karen harder. Each time I thrust forward, Maggie's head would dip against Karen's pussy. "Oh god, that's your tongue in me, isn't it?" Maggie nodded, and Karen shook in response. Karen groaned a few times, in rhythm with Maggie's licking and our fucking. 

Maggie squeezed me tight, and I saw her pull back from Karen. I heard her breathing hard. I saw Karen look down briefly, as if disappointed or upset, before realizing that Maggie was getting close. "Ohh, okay," she said with a grin. I saw her reach down and gently hold Maggie by the chin. "Your turn now, that's it." I held on to her hips and thrust deep inside her, over and over again, not too fast or slow. My balls tapped against her thighs with each thrust, and I felt her squeeze herself tighter on me. I grunted and felt her pussy grip and relax, grip and relax over and over. Maggie began to let out a long, soft moan that rose in volume as it went on. She grabbed Karen's thighs as she did, and I felt her climax as I continued to push inside her. 

Maggie panted, heavily, and shook. "Did you feel that one, babe?" She continued to squeeze me and I saw her begin to finger Karen again.

"Yeah, honey." I started thrusting faster now. "I'm starting to get close again. That was really intense." I held her hips as she curled her fingers inside Karen. Karen hummed and threw her head back, biting her lip.

"Ooh, let's get you off again, then." She stole a glance back at me. "Just don't finish inside, all right?" Maggie turned back and lowered her mouth onto Karen again as I fucked her, and soon all three of us were on one rhythm again. Seeing her devour Karen, feeling her squeezing me with her tight pussy, and watching Karen react was soon too much for me. 

I felt my balls tensing up against me, my dick rock-hard inside of Maggie. I clenched my teeth with the effort, continuing to fuck her with hard, fast strokes. Maggie let out a muffled moan and Karen shuddered with pleasure. "Oh god, Maggie, just like that-" she could hardly get another word out before she began to shiver all over. The tension built again, like a coiled spring in my abdomen, and I closed my eyes. I felt her wonderful pussy squeezing me, the slick heat sliding up and down my length. I heard the light tapping noise of each thrust as my thighs and her ass touched, and Karen's panting and groaning. I pulled out, quickly, and grabbed my dick in one hand, my other hand on Maggie's back for support. I was coming already, shooting my hot come up her back and over her ass. I almost fell over to the side, panting hard, the room a distant blur around me as the last few tremors went through me and a few more drops ran out of my cock and over my fingers. I heard Karen calling out again, distantly, but couldn't focus on it. I needed a few breaths before things calmed down.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw Maggie resting her head on Karen's thigh as she wiped my come off Maggie's back with a tissue from the nightstand. We were all flushed, hot from the effort, tired but happy. 

"That was amazing."

"Crazy."

"Fantastic. But I think we need to clean up." We giggled again. "Think there's room for three in the shower?"



Anything and Everything



She waits for him, with the lights dimmed and her bedroom warm. She slips off her clothes but doesn't look at her reflection. She knows he will join her soon, so she hurries, shivering as the last of her clothes slide to the floor. It is warm enough in the bedroom; the shiver is anticipation, desire.

Excitement builds in her belly as he enters the bedroom, eyes moving over her. She holds her breath as she returns the look from the bed where she now lies waiting as he's told her to, studying his expression as he closes the door, sealing them from the world. His dark eyes remain on her as she gazes at him shedding his own clothes, a layer of material he doesn't need. His movements are slow and relaxed as he meets her look, teasing her, already knowing what she wants. 

His naked body, once exposed, is far more beautiful than hers, every muscle toned as if he is a living bronzed statue. Dark hair curls on his chest and she knows how it will feel against her soft breasts. She shivers again, anticipating the textures of him under her hands -- skin so hot and smooth beneath hard muscle, callused hands rough on her body. She revels in the rasp of his rough, large hands on her, like sand, like warm, tingling sand all over her. The stroking of those large hands can make her shiver and shake, make her wet, make her want. 

He is still looking at her as he tosses his clothes on the chair, and her eyes move from his broad chest to his flat belly, down to the part of him that excites her most. Her mouth dries instantly as she sees how ready his cock is, how large and proud. She wants so badly to touch him, to run her own soft palm up and down his hot smooth shaft, to wrap her fingers around it, kiss the tip and lick the pearl of pre-cum.

But, as always, he makes her wait. He stands beside the bed, eyes ranging over her body. When one hand hovers over her breasts to cover them he stops her with a word. 

"No," he commands, and though she is still shy when he insists she lies like this, exposed and naked for him, she drops her arm, staring back up at him.

"No," he says again. "Don't move."

Lying still she watches him come slowly forward, one knee resting on the bed beside her. She is naked as he wanted her and the thought stains her cheeks with heat. He has told her before she must never hide from him, must do as he says. But sometimes she hesitates, as much as she wants him, knowing she is young and not beautiful like the other women before her. And he has all his years of experience -- a man almost old enough to be her father -- almost. A man who has made love to countless beautiful women -- it is no secret. He doesn't boast, but she knows about his women -- all those before her. 

She is aware that she is not like them -- beautiful and sleek. She is all curves, rounded hips and soft thighs. There are no planes to her. His women were experienced, like him. She is young and cannot pretend indifference or composure. And, her eagerness, her wanting of him is plain for to see. She wishes she could hide it but she cannot -- just as she cannot refuse him anything, everything he wants from her.

"Don't move," he says again, lower this time and her eyes, for a second downcast, move to his face. He is watching her. As she meets his dark gaze he lifts one large, callused hand; letting it fall to her shoulder, sliding it slowly down her arm, her hip, her thigh then up over her bare sex, across her belly. She shudders at the friction of rough skin on soft, the heat that transmits from him to her, instantly warming her wherever he explores. She trembles inside as she feels her body's response, a rush of warmth between her thighs, a tightening in her belly. Everything inside her melts for him.

She is still as a marble statue, he thinks as his hand runs up her body, pausing again at her shoulder, all except her eyes, so full of excitement and desire. She is so much more than lifeless marble, always ready, hot and wantonly wet; so eager for him. Her eagerness makes him harder than he ever thought possible though he doesn't tell her this. Her skin is so pale and soft that sometimes, without intention he leaves faint bruises on her skin. He kisses them away afterward but they remain a reminder of how delicate and soft she is, and how wild she can make him.

He understands what she wants; his movements exquisitely slow as he taunts her, aware she will be wet already, hot for him. He cups her face, looking down into eyes as dark as chocolate, skin as pale as cream. There is a faint flush of pink along her cheekbones and her red full lips glisten with invitation. 

His large fingers radiate warmth, the scent of his skin is so familiar and overpowering that another rush of desire wets her thighs. She wants him in every way, to do whatever he wishes, anything and everything. His rough tipped fingers rub her cheek. She longs to close her eyes as she imagines him sliding them, hard and rough inside her body until they are soaked in her liquid, in the scent of her. She almost closes her eyes as she pictures him. He stops her.

"Look at me." And, she does. She always obeys, always surrenders. She opens her eyes wide.

"Kiss me." 

She knows what he wants, reads it in the shifting of his eyes from her to his own body. Slowly she moves until her mouth is a breath from his shaft. She can feel the heat from him, smell him and she is overwhelmed with need and desire. Pleasure, she wants to give him so much pleasure that perhaps, for an instant, she can make him forget the other women he's lain with and think her beautiful. It is just an illusion of course, a wild hope. He will never tell her she is beautiful, because she is not compared with the others. Yet each night she lives this fantasy -- that he will own her, want her, desire her more than anything else. That she will be enough. 

Her lips quiver as she kisses the tip of his heavy shaft then laps like a cat licking up cream from a dish. Slowly, slowly she takes him into her mouth. She loves to suckle him, to feel the weight of him against her tongue and lips. She caresses his satin smooth, steel hard shaft with her soft hands as her tongue plays and licks and seeks, as she laps up the tiny salty drops of his seed. Her slender fingers glide down to capture his heavy sacs, caressing them tenderly. He twines his fingers in her dark hair as he bites back the moan that rises to his throat, of pleasure and agony. Everything she does makes him want her, urges him to open her soft thighs now and plunge into her waiting cunt, to bury his cock deep in her womb. Her mouth does that to him. It is exquisite torture.

"Stop." 

She wants to continue but she takes her lips from him as his fingers leave her hair. She is afraid suddenly to look at him. What if he has had enough? What if he no longer wants her? It is her greatest fear. 

He leaves the bed, walking away while her eyes drink in the tantalising arch of his bronzed back, the defined line of his spine that she loves to kiss, her mind whirling with questions unanswered. Why did he stop? Will he leave now? Is he not pleased? She is aching for him. The need is stronger than she had ever thought possible; it overrides anything else, everything. She wants to cry, never meaning to love him or crave what he gives her so much. She had, mistakenly, thought that she could hide a part of herself from him after he took her that first time on his desk, so fiercely demanding that she came again and again. It wasn't possible of course to remain aloof. He was not the kind of man to allow it. 

Now she is his prisoner, waiting for release. He is her gaoler. He holds the key. It is in his experience, the sheer beauty of his body, the touch of his large, callused hands, the scent of him, his mouth, and his dark eyes. 

When he turns with a rose the colour of blood in his large hand she holds her breath, stares as he returns to the bed, kneels again beside her. Holding the long stem he brings the flower down until it rests on her skin, against her white shoulder. He drifts it along her body, up and over her round breasts, the petals' tips brushing her already hardened pink nipples until they are tight and hot. His eyes remain on her breasts as her breathing catches then quickens against the silken petals. He kisses her nipples where the rose has touched, sucking first one then the other into his warm, wet mouth. Beneath him she moans and whimpers as he worships her with swollen flesh. 

He recalls the times he has forced himself not to suck the beautiful orbs, to refrain from tearing her shirt off to expose them, mouth them. He'd pretended not to notice the round fullness of them or the hard pointed nipples for weeks after she came to work for him. Only when he was buried deep in her womb that first time, taking her wildly on his desk, did he finally allow himself to taste them. Cock aching he remembers the thrill of suckling and biting them as he filled her again and again with his seed, his hand covering her mouth so they weren't heard.

His mouth has her arching and moaning, the scent of rose rising to meet him as his hands stroke her round breasts, as he feasts on her. He slides the rose to her lips then follows its sweet trail, devouring her full pouting mouth with his. She is lost in the kiss even as the rose is traced lower, lower until it lies against the apex of her soft thighs. The rose leaves its scent on the bare lips of her sex as he kisses her mouth, presses his tongue into her, offering her a teasing glimpse of what will come. When he lifts his mouth she almost moans, no, but she cannot say no. She cannot deny him what he must have, what she most wants. She never has, and never will.

"Are you wet for me little girl?" 

He touches the rose petals to her sex, so hot, so wet for him. Without warning he is moving down her body to inhale the mixed scent of woman and arousal, sex and sweet summer rose. Her already slick entrance is covered only by the blood red flower. She is aching and wanting, and she cannot answer him.

"You are, aren't you little girl?" His eyes on her are hot with lust, demanding an answer.

"Yes," she whispers as he replaces the rose with his large, rough fingers, running them along her slit, coating them in her moist desire, her need for him.

"What a naughty girl you are getting wet for Daddy so quickly," he croons as he suddenly, unexpectedly slides one large finger inside her. She gasps with pleasure, at the sensation and the words. Tonight he is her Daddy, her protector, her everything. He is inside her, his finger playing, probing; fucking her.

"How wet will you get for Daddy?" he asks as he slides another digit into her and she moans again, unable to answer, her liquid gushing over him. Instinctively her hand wraps around his shaft. She wants so desperately...

"You can't have me yet." 

He moves back so she is forced to roll to her side if she wants to keep touching him -- and she does, she must. As he slides a third finger into her she cannot hold herself back. She is over him, encasing his cock in her mouth, needing the taste and weight of him in some part of her body. She rocks on his fingers as she imagines they are his hard, demanding cock, that he is filling the the way he did that first time on his desk, calling her in -- just a favour, his young assistant helping him. She moans as she remembers kneeling before him, the taste and feel of his cock between her lips, the fierce penetration of him inside the slick folds of her cunt, his hand over her mouth to stop her screams. She had wanted him inside her from the moment she walked into the office. She thought she was too young, not pretty enough, not his kind of woman until he took her that day, pushing aside her white panties, thrusting into her so hard and fast and frenzied that she was instantly aroused, instantly his. 

Now he fucks her with his large, callused fingers as he watches her swallowing him, devouring him greedily between her full red lips. Those lips had driven him crazy for weeks. He fantasised about them, stroked his shaft as he imagined them wrapped around his cock as they were now, milking him, the white of his cum on her rosy mouth. It was her lips that tempted him take her on his desk only weeks after she'd begun as his assistant. Her lips tempted him to take her in forbidden, wild pleasure. And now he wants to cum so badly that sweat breaks out along his body. For long moments she consumes him, twirling her tongue, suckling, drawing him in and out forgetting that she is not like the other women he's had. She is here, he is here -- and she will give him everything. As he pleasures her, fucking her with his fingers, drenching her thighs she closes her eyes. It is too much and yet not enough. The scents of sex and rose fill the air and she is suddenly wild with need.

"Please," she begs as she lifts her head from his cock to find he has the faint flush of desire on his own skin, his eyes smoke dark. Her heart skips. Could he, for just moment, want her as much as she does him? Hope fills her. As the rose, abandoned now, sheds its blood coloured petals on the white satin sheet she recalls the smear of blood on her virgin's panties after he took her that first day. The memory triggers an even fiercer yearning for him to ride her, take her, fuck her hard and fast. 

"Please what little girl, Daddy's sweet little baby?" He is teasing her, withdrawing his body, his fingers, leaving her abandoned, and wet and wild at what he calls her, what she wants. She is desperate as she watches him retreat to the end of the bed, his body displayed and glorious, unavailable. He looks back at her as he kneels inches away, his proud shaft, wet from her mouth, a tease to her eyes. He knows what she wants, but he is in control, he sets the pace.

She opens her soft white thighs displaying her cunt as he has his cock, a heady temptation. She is hot and wet for him. "Please," she begs.

"Do you want Daddy to -- fuck you little girl?" She shudders as he stares with lust at her glistening pussy. The way he says the word "fuck" is so thrilling. He never uses it outside these moments, never without the intent of entering her body, of taking her.

"Yes yes, yes," she moans, already arching, rolling her round hips, biting her lip to stop herself from begging again and again. Her craving for him is excruciating and thrilling. She was wet for him before he entered the room, the anticipation of him had her hot and ready. She was wet long before he gave her a signal that should she go and undress. He could have had her on the floor a second after he closed the door -- or before closing it. She would have welcomed him either way, any way; the hard thrust of his body, his penetration of hers. She is aching, her body drenched with her need.

"What will you do for Daddy if he fucks you?" he asks as he slides his own hand down his cock then up, down and up, stroking as he watches her watching him. It is his secret thrill that she is so much younger, so untried till he took her, and so incredibly eager for him. He knows he could have her anywhere, anytime. He thinks of cumming on her swollen breasts with their pointed nipples, or on her full red lips, or her drenched cunt as he strokes himself rhythmically for her. Her wide dark eyes are riveted by his movements, the inside of her mouth moistening at the tang of his taste, the remembered weight of him in her mouth. She watches him, warm liquid pooling between her soft thighs. She moans, opening her thighs wider, imagining him thrusting inside her, filling her so she is complete -- for just a few minutes -- complete.

"Anything," she promises only to see is gaze focus with sudden intensity, as if he has only now seen what's on offer. Anything, he knows she will keep her promise. 

"And everything for your Daddy," he tells her, dictates, as he covers her. She is suddenly, roughly captured beneath him, splayed and open and vulnerable. He enters her with one brutal thrust, and she cries out in relief, gratitude. At last he is filling her, possessing her. She is consumed by his body's heat and the rhythm of his movements, filling her overtaking her. She follows him, fast or slow, whatever pace he sets for them. She is ready to do it all, anything, everything he wants and demands.

As the momentum takes him over, he makes promises -- how he will make love to her, fuck her, pleasure her. And, as every word spills over her skin the need burns hotter, grows stronger. Behind her eyes she sees every promise fulfilled, feels the intensity of the pleasure he will gain and give her. The road to fulfilment is so easy, he gives it with a few words, promises, or even more shocking and intoxicating, the names he calls her -- his little girl, his slut, his whore. Yes, she cries. She wants to hear the words he says and will be all those things for him -- his slut, his whore, his little girl. 

"Daddy's cock is so hard for his little girl," he growls, and her orgasm is quick and blinding at the words, at the other promises that fall from his lips into her ear. His warm breath touches her burning skin as her body captures him, holds him inside, as her soft wet walls embrace his shaft. He tells her that he loves the way she is such a slut for him, so wet for him and what a naughty little girl she is for being so hot, so ready to take his cock. When she feels the heat of him burn inside her, his satin coated shaft so hard, she cums again. She cums with a cry of "Daddy" as she drenches him, and all control is lost. 

"Sweet baby, Daddy's going to fuck you little girl, fuck you so hard. I'm going to fill you baby," at the harsh promise he lifts her legs to his shoulders so he can hammer into her. She flops like a doll at his wild onslaught, thrilling as he thrusts and thrusts harder and harder, faster and faster. He fucks her deep and long, fulfilling his promise as he floods her with his seed again and again; roaring his completion, and she cums once more breathlessly, silently.

For a few seconds they are fused; one being, one body, two hearts. When he rolls from her she is empty, like a shell left on a beach. She wants to ask him to hold her, stroke her body but she doesn't ask. He will only do those things if he wishes. 

Tonight it seems he does, returning to lie with her, encircling her lush body with one arm, clasping her against his sweat moistened skin. She inhales the musk of sex and man and is once again aroused, ready. He senses her need, sliding his large, rough fingers into her again, fucking her with them; one, two, three, four as he kisses her full red lips. The fingers fill her; so large and brutal in her tight, drenched pussy, and she moans with pleasure and pain.

"Such a good little baby," he growls into her ear as he fists her, fucks her with one hand, the other rubbing and pinching her hard tingling nipple. When his mouth covers the breast, sucking her hard she is almost there, almost...

"Cum for me little girl, oh you sweet slut, cum for me now," he demands and she obeys, surrenders, convulsing around him aching and wet, her cries caught in his mouth as he kisses her deeply 

He wants her too much, more than any other woman he has cum over or in. He wants her more than he expected, and because of it, when her body is sated and she lies quiet, he moves away. She closes her eyes against his now distant gaze as they lie side by side, inches of white satin sheet between them. His mind has already shifted direction. She was an interlude, a pleasurable distraction. But, now he is caught up in other things. It's a man's way she supposes though she's too young to be sure. He is, after all, her first and only lover.

Sometimes she wishes she could follow his thoughts as easily as her body follows his in the dance of sex. Instead she remains silent, contemplating his face while he is elsewhere. She memorises every groove and line. She seals the images in her mind's eye for another time. She carries them with her and takes them out when she is alone, tasting them like bitter sweet fruit. He loves her only for a few moments -- loves that her body craves his and she will do whatever he wishes, loves that she will be whatever he wants, slut, whore, his little girl. She will do anything, for him. And, she loves him -- he is everything.



Anything, Anytime, Anywhere



She arose early that sunny Saturday morning. Stepping into the shower, she trembled as her thoughts wandered. Today was the day her beloved Master had chosen to share her with other men. Although she had begged him to spare her this dreaded day, she had vowed to do anything to please him. She washed her hair long blonde hair and shaved her legs. Wrapped in a towel, she carefully polished her long manicured fingernails and then her toenails. As she applied her makeup and dried and curled her hair, she tried to imagine what it would be like. Would there be only one? Or would there be more....he would not tell her what to expect. She was certain of only one thing; her Master would not let him, or them, hurt her beyond what she could endure. A sprtiz of his favorite perfume, and she was ready to dress as instructed.

The black corset, black thong panties, stockings and black dress he had selected for the occasion were laid out on the bed. She dressed slowly. Stepping into the panties that barely covered her shaved pussy, she paused to admire the tattoo of scarlet roses encircling her Master’s initials just above her pussy, which she wore proudly as proof of her commitment to him. She fastened the corset around her, carefully pulled the black nylons on over her long, slender legs, and slipped the skimpy, form-fitting dress over her head. It was nearly time for her to go. She stood in front of the mirror admiring her reflection as she slipped on her high-heeled black pumps and silver hoop earrings. She looked like a whore; her Master would be very pleased.

She stepped out into the warm sunshine and shuddered as if a cold winter breeze had hit her. Driving to the designated hotel, she tried not to think about what her Master had planned.

Her Master would be waiting for her in room 411. Trembling with anticipation, she opened the unlocked door as instructed. Her Master sat in a chair facing the door. He stood as she turned to close the door. She turned to greet him and smiled as he gazed at her. She could tell by the look on his face that he was very pleased indeed. She glanced around the room and saw a video camera mounted on a tripod, several familiar items arranged neatly on a table, and a bottle of her favorite Merlot and two wine glasses on the dresser. Her Master smiled reassuringly, walked over to her and holding her body tight against his, gently kissed her. She heard the door open as he was kissing her. 

The very handsome young man her Master had recruited entered and stood watching them kiss, without speaking. Her Master released his hold and turned her around to face the stranger she would be entertaining today, allowing him to admire his whore. She stood trembling as her Master instructed the man to remove her dress. The tall, blonde young man, eager to oblige, slowly slid her dress up over her hips and she raised her arms so he could pull it over her head. She was tempted to try to cover herself with her hands, but she knew she would be corrected severely if she did.

Her Master said, “Get down on your knees Whore.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied.

On her knees, she opened the young man’s pants, as instructed, exposing his already hard huge cock. “Open your mouth and suck his cock Whore,” her Master ordered. Still shaking she slid her mouth over the stranger’s cock and bracing herself with her hands on his legs she closed her eyes and sucked the throbbing cock until she was told to stop.  “Do not close your eyes again unless I tell you to” said her Master sternly.  Ordered to remove his pants, the young man stood, half naked, waiting. “Now sit on the bed, pull your tits out and make your nipples hard for our friend, Whore.” Flushed with embarrassment, she pulled her tits out of the corset and stroked her nipples until they stood at attention while her Master and the smiling stranger watched. “Does my whore please you?” her Master asked the young man.

“Yes sir, she’s very beautiful,” the young man replied without hesitation.

“Would you like to suck on those big tits?” her Master asked him.

“Yes, I would” he said, and kneeling down he took both of her tits in his hands and began sucking on her hard nipples, first one, then the other. She felt her cunt growing wet with pleasure despite her anxiety and looked at her Master for reassurance. His expression told her he was very pleased.

While watching the handsome stranger earnestly sucking and licking her nipples, the door opened again. She gasped involuntarily as she looked up to see three more young men enter the room. The last one closed the door and locked it. They stood watching, fascinated, as the first man continued sucking. “We are going to call them Matthew, Mark, Luke and John,” her Master said to her.

“FOUR of them” she said to herself in terror, not looking at their faces.

Handing Mark the cuffs and a rope, he said, “Tie her hands.” He did so while Matthew, the blonde stranger, continued sucking her nipples. Her Master said, “Lay your head down on the bed.” She reclined, glad to be looking at the ceiling, but somewhat frightened as well, and unable to move her arms. “Tear her panties off,” he said to Matthew. She felt his hands grab her panties and with one hard pull they were off. “Open your legs Whore,” he commanded her. Spreading her legs, she felt mortified and totally exposed. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see the raw lust in the faces of the strangers watching. Forgetting her Master’s instructions to keep her eyes open, she heard her Master shout, “OPEN your eyes Whore.” She opened her eyes, knowing she had just earned a harsh correction.

“Which one of you wants to eat that dripping cunt?” he asked the men who stood gazing at his whore. With eyes focused on the ceiling above her she felt one of them begin to lick her cunt. Spreading her cunt lips open with his fingers, she felt him bury his tongue inside her. She turned her head and saw her Master smiling warmly at her. “Isn’t my whore as beautiful as I said she was? ” he asked the newcomers, with his eyes still on locked on hers. They all said yes, except for the one with his head still buried in her cunt, and she felt him nod in agreement. As she looked at her Master, still not believing what was happening to her, she was unable to ignore the warmth spreading slowly from her cunt through her body as the man between her legs kept sucking and licking her clit. Her Master grinned at her, relishing the fear and the pleasure he saw in her eyes. Still looking into her beautiful blue eyes, he said, “Don’t you want to watch Mark eat you?” “Yes, sir,” she replied. Lifting her head, she looked down at the man vigorously licking and sucking her. She felt her body quivering with each stroke of his tongue on her clit. She was going to cum soon if he did not stop.

“Now I want, you,” her Master said, pointing to the now half naked blonde with the huge cock, “to take this rope and tie her tits up tight.” Temporarily distracted from the enormous pleasure stirring in her cunt, she watched as Matthew straddled her and tied her tits hard and tight into rockets. She felt his hard cock throbbing on her chest. With her nipples now pointed directly at the ceiling, her Master ordered Mark to stop licking her cunt, and told them to move her onto the bed and lay her on her side. He gave John a condom, and told him to fuck his whore. She moaned softly as John’s hard cock entered her dripping cunt from behind, and her hips began to move with his rhythmic strokes. Then her Master handed Mark a large dildo from the table to shove into her sweet, tight ass while John continued fucking her.

Feeling humiliated and helpless, she tried not to look at the other two men watching, wanting more than anything to just close her eyes and pretend this was happening to someone else. She could see Matthew stroking his cock and Luke’s cock bulging in his pants, more than ready to participate. Next her Master ordered Luke to drop his pants and put his hard cock in his whore’s mouth. As she was sucking Luke and fucking John, her Master ordered Mark to pull the dildo from her ass and replace it with his cock. Now she was being fucked in her cunt, her ass and her mouth, at the SAME time. Pushing herself past the pain, she began moaning with pleasure as she sucked Luke’s cock. She felt John’s strokes coming faster and heard him cry out loudly as his cum exploded into her.

Her eyes widened when she saw her Master hand Matthew a condom. This cock was too big for her and she knew it. Again she moaned, louder this time, as Matthew’s cock entered her cunt. To her surprise, his cock slid in and out of her wet cunt quite easily.


Now Mark, still fucking her ass, started to move into her harder and faster. She felt his balls slapping her ass and she heard a deep soft growl growing louder with each stroke until finally releasing his cum, he fell, nearly passing out over her. After a moment he picked himself up, put on his underwear and stood next to her Master and John watching.

Her thoughts distracted by Mark falling over her and Matthew’s huge cock in her cunt, she was unaware of Luke’s cock growing suddenly larger in her mouth. He emptied his cock in her without warning. His cum shot into her mouth. She swallowed some of the warm ejaculate involuntarily, the remainder slid down the side of her face and onto the bed. Luke stepped away and joined her Master and John, watching intently.

Nearly exhausted, with the unsavory taste of Luke’s cum still in her mouth, she felt Matthew’s enormous hard cock still pummeling her cunt. She heard him begin to moan softly. As his moaning grew louder, he began slamming his huge cock into her again and again. Tears began streaming down her face, each thrust now causing her to cry out in pain. Matthew finished and pulled his cock out of her. The other three strangers were shouting and applauding. She cringed in humiliation. Only her Master sat quietly gazing at her with pride.

He ordered the four men to dress and leave immediately. Then untying her hands, her Master held her as she sobbed and offered her a hanky to dry her tears and blow her nose. “You pleased me very much today Whore,” he said, holding her and stroking her hair. But the evening was still young. He hadn’t had his turn with her.

As her sobs subsided, her Master untied the ropes binding her tits, rose, and handed her a short, silky black robe to cover herself. He opened the bottle of Merlot, poured two glasses, and offering her one he toasted her performance. She gulped the first swallow, washing the lingering taste of Luke’s cum from her mouth. Basking in his obvious pride, she smiled back at him. She had pleased him immensely. He stopped the video camera and rewound the tape. Sitting together on the bed, watching the tape, they talked about how she felt as the events unfolded and he told her how he felt watching her. 

Surprised by her body’s reaction as they watched and talked, she asked her Master if she could please touch him. He said “Yes, please do, my beautiful whore.”  She was pleased, but not surprised to feel his cock already hard when she touched him. She sat stroking him and cringed in humiliation again as she watched herself lying alone on the bed crying, and heard the cheers and clapping in the background as Matthew finished with her.

Rising from the bed, her Master placed the camera back on the tripod. She watched him remove his clothes with eager anticipation. She smiled, seeing the magnificent, hard cock that gave her so much pleasure spring from his pants. He sat on the edge of the bed and leaning over her, kissed her passionately. He reached for her hair and stroked it as he kissed her. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulled her head back, and turned her head away from him. With his other arm around her waist, he slid her down on the bed. She gasped loudly as he bit her hard on the back of her neck. Turning her head so she could look at him, he smiled and said, “You pleased me very much today Whore.”

She smiled back and said, “Thank you, Sir.” He reached for the rope and tied her tits up hard, and pulling the rope tighter with each turn, he watched her face grimace in an effort to keep from crying out.

Suddenly his expression changed and he said, “You disobeyed me today didn’t you Whore?” 

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, remembering his repeated order to keep her eyes open. He bound her wrists again with cuffs and rope, and turned her onto her side. She cried out loudly as she felt the large dildo enter her already very sore ass.

“I can see we are going to need the gag,” he said to her, and rolling her onto her back again, he told her to open her mouth and inserted a ball with ropes on each end which he tied around her head. She could see how much he liked seeing the fear in her eyes, but he reached for the blindfold on the table next to the bed. Now gagged and blindfolded, she had no idea what sort of correction she would endure.

Straddling her and grabbing her by the hair, he pulled her head hard to the right and bit her neck again, harder this time. She tried hard not to scream, but pain was too great. Muffled by the gag, only her Master heard her cry. He turned her on the bed so her head was hanging off the side. She screamed again as he placed a clamp on first one nipple and then the other. While lying there, panting against the excruciating pain, she heard the distinct sound of the vibrator. Her back arched when he inserted it roughly into her cunt. She sighed with relief as he then removed the clamps from her nipples. She cried out again when his whip landed hard on her bound breasts, and screamed again and again as the whip came down on her until tears were again streaming down her face.

Her Master, finally satisfied that she had learned her lesson, scooped her up gently and laid her head on the pillow. He removed the mask and the gag, wiped away her tears and sucked her tortured nipples. The sensation of his mouth on her nipples and the vibrator still running in her cunt sent huge waves of pleasure through her body. Reaching down, he felt her cunt dripping with desire for him.

He untied her tits, and lying on top of her, he gathered her tits up tight under him and began the rhythmic motion that always set her cunt on fire for him. His head now close to hers, he began talking to her as he continued to move. “What are you?,” he asked her.

“Your whore,” she replied.

“And what will you do for me?,” he asked her.

“Anything, anytime, anywhere,” she answered. Removing the vibrator, he entered her and with her legs wrapped around him, he began fucking her. Looking into her beautiful eyes, he saw the look of love and absolute devotion that kept him a prisoner to her.

He fucked her hard and long. Seeing her eyes close, feeling her hips moving harder and faster into him and hearing her begin to moan softly, he waited for her orgasms to begin. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. One spectacular orgasm, followed closely by the next, sent her to the place she could only describe as incredibly sweet oblivion; that place where she could hear and see nothing; only savor the delicious sensations his cock produced in her.

He loved the way her body felt under him, and the way her orgasms felt, her warm cunt juices washing over his cock. He felt her body relax and her breathing slow, and she looked and him and smiled. He kissed her as he continued thrusting his awesome, hard cock into her. “Cum again Whore,” he commanded. Squeezing her cunt tightly around his cock, her orgasms flooded over him again and again until unable to control his response to her any longer, his cum exploded into her with a loud, animalistic cry. She hugged him to her and continuing to squeeze, drained every ounce of his remaining power into her.

Their energy spent, she released her hold on him and he rolled onto the bed beside her. She put one arm over him and laid her head on his chest. She hugged him, and kissed his chest, basking in the afterglow. She could still feel her cunt throbbing with pleasure as they drifted off to sleep.



Anything At All



It was a treat just to get away for the weekend, but this weekend was special. It was our anniversary. Rick was such a caring husband and lover that I wanted to do something extra special for him. He had told me of several fantasies and I had tried to fulfill all of them. However, one of them was still a little scary and I hadn't been able to bring myself to fulfill it yet. This weekend, though, I would do it.

He had whispered this fantasy to me one night, after a few drinks. He told me that he had longed to fuck me in the ass. Oh my god, I thought. Though the thought made me hot, it still scared me. But he was such a sweet guy that I wanted to do everything to make him happy. 

So, I prepared my self. I went on the internet and researched anal sex. Just what to do and how to do it, etc. From what I read, a butt plug would be a good start. And, from what my husband had told me about his fantasy, I was sure this would drive him over the edge.

I went to the adult store over my lunch hour and walked around nervously, comparing the butt plugs. Did I want a pink one, a purple one, a gel-filled one? Decisions, decisions. Finally, I settled on a blue sparkly one. I felt myself getting wet as I walked up to pay for it. As I walked out of the store and to my car, in horror I saw my boss drive by. I know he saw me, he was about breaking his neck. Oh my god, I thought, what must he think?

Well, the rest of the day at work I felt he was looking at me in a different way. I felt so self-conscious! As I left that night, he was waiting by the front door and asked if he could walk me out to my car. I told him "sure," and we visited for the short walk. He then told me that he had seen someone who looked just like me walking out of the adult bookstore carrying a package. I know I must have looked like a child being caught doing something naughty when I looked down and sheepishly said, "it was me." 

He looked at me for a while and then asked, "So.....what was in the package?" I giggled nervously and told him that I was too embarrassed to tell him. So he said, "well then, let me see." He was my boss, so what could I do? 

"Okay," I said and then opened my car and reached in for the package. I handed it to him and he peeked in the sack. A smile slowly appeared on his face. "Well, that's not what I was guessing. It's even better than what I was thinking it might be." He handed the sack back to me. "Mari, I want you to come in a little early tomorrow. I would like to know a little more about your life outside of work."

"Yes, sir," I obediently responded.

Oh my god, I thought as I drove home. What have I gotten myself into now? As I walked into my apartment I could see the red light flashing that I had messages. I walked over and pushed the button to listen. There was only one, from my boss. Luckily my husband wasn't home yet as I listened. The first said, "Mari, I need you to come back to work this evening. I know I told you this morning but it can't wait." I quickly deleted the message. I felt unusually naughty as I stood there wondering what I should do. I decided that I would take a shower and change my clothes before I went back to work. The long hot shower only increased my feelings and as I stepped out of the shower and caught my reflection in the mirror I decided that I would make a little game out of the evening. I slipped on my one-piece crotchless, red satin teddy and then a semisheer black dress over it. I grabbed my coat and ran out the door. This was going to be fun.

By the time I arrived back at work, I was wet and ready. I could see the bosses light on in his office and could tell he was pacing back and forth. I let myself in the back door and quietly walked up the hallway to his office. He didn't see me come in. "Mr. Rollin?" He turned with a start and then his mouth dropped open to see me in this little semisheer dress. I know he could see the red teddy underneath. 

"I'm ready for work, just tell me what you want me to do." I said. He just stood there not saying anything, but I could see something getting hard in his pants. This caused me great delight. I walked up to him and said, "Mr. Rollin, I'm ready to take your dick-tation," as I slowly unzipped his pants and got down on my knees. It was hard to pull his dick out of his pants, it was so big and hard, but I finally managed. I pulled his hard throbbing cock into my mouth and sucked him until he was almost ready to come. Then I pulled back, licked my lips and stood up. 

"Mr. Rollin, I was wondering if you could help me with a little problem? You see, I want to give my husband anal sex and I'm an anal virgin," I said as I slipped off my dress and turned my ass to him. I bent over his desk and spread my ass cheeks. "I want you to show me how, would you do that for me?"

"Oh, god, yes," Mr. Rollin said as he slapped my ass. "Get ready for the fuck of your life." First he just tickled my anus while he whispered how much he had wanted to fuck me. Then without a warning he slipped his dick in. It was the most hottest feeling I had ever had. I didn't want him to stop pumping my ass. But eventually he shot his load and though he wanted to continue, he just couldn't.

He rolled over and smiled at me. "Mari, no ones takes dick-tation like you."

"Thanks, Mr. Rollin. You have taught me some things that will make my anniversary weekend a hit. See you Monday."



Anything But...



Angel is forbidden to have penetrative sex, she must maintain her virginity but she is creative and sensuous in every other way possible. Her slender fingers slid up and down the fingerboard of her cello effortlessly. Pausing to oscillate articulately in exquisite vibrato passages, evoking a smooth glissando as her fingertips slid down the length of the instruments beautifully crafted neck. She was naked except for the tiny silk butterfly lace bikini panties that circled her petite curvaceous hips and framed her sex with an inviting triangle of silk and lace with a pretty gold butterfly on the front and rear panels. Angel pulled the ornate scroll of the instrument to her cheek then turned and kissed it. She had known this instrument through so many transformations now it was her link to the past as its timbre became more sonorous her own skill of manipulating it to produce more beautiful sounds were enhanced. She and the Crimson Cello were inextricably linked. As the cello became more enchanting and beautiful so too had she. Now once more in the first phase of nymphen life she would play a new piece and evoke new passions. 

She shifted the cello to one side and put her slender fingers on to the pretty butterfly on her panties, beginning to press the fabric against her sex. She loved the fee of silk or satin against her and the rising wetness that seeped through the almost sheer fabric betrayed her excitement. Before going out, she would often masturbate like this. Touching her folds through the pretty panties until they were damp then rubbing her clit until she squealed in orgasm. Then almost routinely when she had finished applying makeup and lip-gloss, she would reach down into her moist panties and scoop her juices onto her fingertips to apply it to her lips neck and nipples. She knew well the magical qualities of her liquid pleasure. 

Sam met Angel at a promotional event launching the new lingerie range of St Sien-Honeyton Enterprises (S.H.E.). Buyers and owners of retail outlets were invited to exclusive catered events like this where models displayed the new range and then talked with customers in a relaxed but extravagant environment. On one hand, S.H.E. forbade any contact between models and customers beyond the events at the risk of the loss of their franchise. On the other hand, secret transactions occurred which promoted the product discreetly. 

Angel was a member of the St Sien family and like all the women who were part of this matriarchal line of entrepreneurs, she was further forbidden to have sex even though she was past the age of consent. Nevertheless, somehow she and Sam had begun talking and ended up dancing together. The thought of her made him shiver with desire. At 46, he had already had two failed marriages and these days he preferred the single life. Holding a 19 year old girl close like this was his most favored fantasy come true. He had to admit that her photographs for the 'Butterfly Effect' lingerie series had always excited him. He had, like many men he guessed, used them as stimulus for his fantasies. The catalogue itself sold as well to men as the garments did to women. 

Angel was what many described as breathtaking. She was, petite in that enchanting nubile teen way, but she was neither just a pretty face nor just a hot body. There was something else about her. The name Angel described an angelic quality about her clear smooth complexion that seemed to radiate purity and glow with youth and vitality. Her shoulder length honey-blond hair was like shiny silk and glistened as light caught it. Her blue eyes were large and entrancing and her perfectly proportioned face with pouting, red cupids bow lips and tiny ears and nose was the stuff of mythological descriptions of fairies and goddesses rather than an earthly women. Her body was exquisitely proportioned, rounded with enticing curves and seductive tautness. She was petite, but all woman despite her tender age. Full, round, pert B-cup breasts spilling from the pretty butterfly bra, slender waist, long shapely legs and the kind of cock-achingly deliciously, proportioned pert ass that turned heads and had all eyes glued to her whenever she went. Sam was in heaven inhaling her perfumed skin. Conversation with her was easy and relaxed and it was as if they were old friends. When she flirted with him, he rebounded with clever witty comments. She seemed to bring out his charm to match her own wit and humor. 

"You know we are not allowed to date clients of the company. It's a strict rule, but I'd really like to sneak off and spend some time with you alone. You're so much fun and it's been so stuffy doing this promotion this last week. Maybe you could give me a lift home or something and we could talk about lunch tomorrow. Perhaps I can get some time off." 

Sam's head was spinning. He didn't want to get himself or his company in trouble with SHE. They were big money earners but an invitation from the daughter of a goddess didn't come into many lifetimes let alone his. The two made separate shows of leaving the party ten minutes apart, Angel apparently taking a cab home to rest for a photo shoot in the morning and Sam said his 'thank you' and left at an unsuspicious distance. He paged his Limousine driver and instructed him to pick him up outside. Angel had simply walked a block to a cab rank and waited for him. Sam's whole body shivered as they pulled up to the curb and she entered the car. The hem of her short white dress rose to reveal the tops of her shapely legs and a hint of the lingerie beneath as she sat beside him, smiled sweetly and immediately leaned in to kiss him. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close and felt a distinct tingling as their lips met. The moistness of her lip-gloss sliding against his lips made him quiver with desire. Something seemed to overtake his body and make him lose control of his senses. He could think of nothing else but kissing her more ardently and he had to fight against the desire to caress her. 

"You can touch me if you want but just be aware I am forbidden to have penetrative sex. I break some rules but not that one ok?" 

His hands flew to her small firm breasts. Caressing them until the sweet nipples hardened and showed in outline through the bra and dress layers of her clothing. She cooed warmly as he touched her and kissed more urgently as he pinched her nipples through the thin fabric. He ventured a hand to her thigh and felt the warm silken smoothness of her leg and caressed it savoring its firm youthful beauty. He ventured beneath the brief hem that hid her panties and touched the enticing triangle he had seen in so many catalogue photos. He had felt the delicious texture of these panties a million times but never had he felt the warm damp feeling that greeted him as he touched her sex. She moaned sweetly. 

"Mmmmmm yes make me cum." 

He began to massage her folds through the panties feeling them dampen as he succeeded in exciting her. She shivered as he touched her clit and began to massage it gently. Two marriages and countless first dates had taught him how to masturbate a woman. He loved to touch them through the panties until the panties were soaked through. Angel came quickly and violently and he slid her panties aside and attacked her bare moist lips and quickly evoked a series of climaxes as her kisses turned to squeals of pleasure and she shivered beneath his touch. She had cum maybe half a dozen times before they pulled up outside her apartment building. 

She led him by the hand into the building via a rear entrance and private elevator. The Art Nouveau building had a decorative old-fashioned wrought iron elevator and she ground against his now obvious hard on as they kissed with the urgency of their need. The apartment was stylishly decorated with period furniture to match the building's heritage status. 

"You know we cant... do it? Don't you?" 

Sam nodded despondently. He had hoped she would be so hot she would let him be the exception. That had often worked with women before and he prided himself on making his women ripe and ready for the picking. She reached behind and unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. He had seen her wearing this bra and panty set so many times it had made a regular appearance in his fantasies. 

"You want to se my body don't you? You will enjoy I hope? 

She unhitched the bra and let it fall to the floor. Her perfect globes consumed his rising passion. The nipples he had tweaked into life sitting perked up and ready for his lips. She smiled as he scanned her body. She was use to men looking at her. She enjoyed the fact they wanted her. She got off on the power of her body to stimulate men to evoke erection to provoke desire. 

"I have to leave my panties on. You understand don't you?" 

The outline of her sex was visible through the sheer wet silk. She beckoned him to sit beside him on the chaise lounge and their lips locked in a new embrace inspired by her elegant vision. His hand cupped her naked breast once more repeating his caressing ritual. Enjoying the warmth and smoothness of her skin against his. Angel slid her hand onto the throbbing lump in his pants and ran her fingernails around it exploring the outline of it and appreciating the shivers she knew she was evoking. Her warm hand clasped it and felt the throbs of excitement. She unzipped him expertly. She may have been a virgin but her deft hand effortlessly exposed his aching cock and began sliding up and down the length of his shaft teasing him mercilessly. He gasped as he felt her warm hands on his throbbing cock. Her other hand cupped his balls and he felt her fingernails graze his balls with feather like touch. For a moment, he opened his eyes and glanced beyond her at a wooden object stood carefully in a corner with an antique music stand next to it. The crimson wooden shape came into focus and he recognized it as the cello Angel had spoken about when they had chatted at the party. 

The fingers on Angel's left hand were strong and articulate and slid up and down his burgeoning shaft like she was playing her beloved Bach Suites. He felt her cling to his cock and her fingers circle his shaft and execute eloquent glissandos and finger vibratos that teased his cock to extremes. This was the most exquisite hand job he had ever had. She performed his cock like a piece of music squeezing passages of heavy breathing and a chorus of repeated moans and cries of joy. Each phrase bringing him closer to a climax, then, following each cadence, she would begin again until he was shivering in pleasure, kissing her wildly and groping at her succulent tits with ardent fervor. When the perfect cadence came. When he came, he whited out with pleasure his head so full of endorphins that he was oblivious to the volume of his cries and moans and the uncontrollable tremors that gripped his body as torrents of cum shot high into the air and across the room. 

When he came to his senses, she was kissing him again. She let go of his cock and broke the kiss and stood up and smiled holding out her hand to him. He got to his feet shakily as she led him to the bedroom. They lay on the bed kissing and caressing for some time until he began to kiss her all over her body. His kisses traced a line from her ears down her neck to each nipple where he suckled her greedily, then kissed his way downward to her now sopping panties. He inhaled the intoxicating scent of her. He embraced the tingling of her taste and attacked her pussy through the diaphanous panties. He prided himself on cunnilingus. His partners always enjoyed his expertise. He kissed her sexy wet pussy lips gently until she began to pant and moan and then moved his lips across hers until she began to writhe and thrust herself against him. He inhaled her scent and sucked her clit through the panties until her moans and shivers erupted. She came as she had in the car wildly and frequently. He slid the panties aside once more and pressed his lips against her naked labia and slurped the plentiful juices like a thirsty man. Each droplet of her orgasmic juices recharging his spent cock and drawing it closer to its thick excitement. She came squirting and writhing covering his face with her delicious juices and filling the air with her breathless cries. 

'You want me don't you?' She said as she ran her hands across her breasts and over her curvaceous hips. "Oh God, what man doesn't... it's so hard being around you."

"I can see how hard it is again. Why don't you show me."

She continued to fondle her breasts until her nipples were rock hard again. Sam felt compelled to do whatever this miniscule goddess asked. He took his cock in his own hand and fondled it to full length and moaned and shivered with desire. 

"Mmmmmm what a lovely big old cock." She cooed. 

His cock throbbed as his eyes scanned the luscious site of the nubile form in sweet silk underwear that stood before him, her magnificently pear-shaped breasts bobbed a little as she drew nearer. 

"Do you know what would turn me on?"

He nodded his head in a confused state first to say yes then no. 

"I want you to cum all over my tits. Mmmmmm I love to see you shred your cock and cum on my tits. Would you like to do that for me?" 

Sam could hardly refuse. His hand slid up and down his cock at light speed as she knelt before him. Her lips were only a hair's breadth away from his cock, the luscious tits in front of him. His body tensed in a seizure of impending pleasure and he looked down as Angel licked her lips and smiled and fondled her own breasts. 

"Mmmmmm that turns me on sooooooo bad. Put your cock between my tits. Mmmmmm give my titties your big cock.'" 

He slid his cock between her hot titties and fucked the cleavage as she pressed them together tightly. She released his cock as it began to throb and took it in hand and blew all over it with her moist lips. She kissed it gently covering it with tiny wet kisses, sliding her tongue over it from balls to tip and then blew warm air across it before putting it in her mouth once more. All the time she teased his balls and stroked his shaft. Angel looked up at him knowing how close he was to cumming and smiled a sweet sexy smile that melted him. She guided his cock to her breasts and touched each nipple with the head of his cock and teased his cock seductively. 

"Mmmmm I would love you to cum all over my tiities. Would you like that baby?" 

Angel engulfed his cock with her mouth and began pumping his shaft with one hand as she squeezed and teased his balls with the other. Sam moaned and sank into a shivering mass of moans and shakes, he could feel his orgasm rising fast and hard. One moment he felt as if he would white out he was so excited and the next moment the orgasm took him like a hot summer storm. He erupted and felt a load shoot into Angel's waiting mouth. He looked down through the haze of pleasure that filled every nerve ending and looked at her angelic face, saw her swallow his cum slide her mouth to the tip of his cock and then pinch the tip of his cock cutting off any further ejaculation but maintaining the wonderful pleasure of the orgasm. His cock pulsed in powerful bursts trying to spill beyond the grip of her tight fingers, as she held him tightly and covered the tip with a million tiny wet kisses. She let another burst escape to spray her delicious tits and then renewed her grip. After a while, the throbbing ceased and she let his hopelessly distorted cock drop from her hand and returned to kiss him once more. The pleasure was almost unbearable. Her beautiful body, the best hand and head job on earth...the thought of more drove him berserk with passion. His cock had spat and sprayed her tits and face. 

They lay joined by the warmth of their bodies and the afterglow of their orgasms that filled every sense ending with an endorphin haze. His cock was still rock hard. Something about her juices was like a dose of Viagra he seemed to be able to remain super hard even after the mind-blowing orgasms he experienced. He wanted her pussy so much it hurt. She straddled him and sat up on her knees astride him with her moist panties touching his skin. She rose up and pulled his cock tip against her panty front and slid the tip of his cock against the wet outlines of her folds. He cupped her succulent ass in his hands as she rubbed the cock head against her sopping wet panties. She began to shiver as the tip of his cock stimulated her clit and milked more juice from her. She began to stroke him again. 

"Do you like this? I want you to make me cum with your cock and shred it until you cum all over my belly and panties. I love seeing you cum. Do you want to cum for me?" 

She lay on her back with her legs open and Sam clutched his cock in his hand and drank in the sexy form beneath him. Cum trickled down between her cleavage. She reached down and began to masturbate herself as he circled his own cock and began stroking it. He was only a few strokes away form his climax. He pressed the tip against Angel's panties again as she had and let her guide it up and down her folds until she began to shiver and writhe in pleasure. 

"Cum with me baby. Cum all over my belly and my panties make me all sticky." 

Sam pressed hard against her feeling the tip of his cock press the slither of silk into the tight opening. She gasped and erupted into orgasm and his cock exploded on contact. She pulled back from him arching her back and screaming. 

"Cum with me baby! Cum all over me! Mmmmmm yummy yummy." 

Sam's cries joined with Angel's in a duet of pleasure, his aching cock sporting globs of sticky cum all over her pretty flat tummy and spraying her panties. He collapsed on top of her exhausted from the sheer intensity of the orgasms and she held him close as they drifted into an orgasmic slumber. Sam had never felt pleasure like it. He'd never had sex without penetration like this. 

It is forbidden for her to have penetrative sex she had said but she was creative and articulate about doing anything but...



Anything but Talk Pt. 01



Was it a fantasy or was it becoming reality? Was it all in my dramatically vivid imagination or had these events actually happened? Did I dream them or act them out? Was it all simply emotional or had my physical being been involved as well?

I was getting to the stage where I wasn't that sure. I knew that the psychological and emotional nightmare I had gone through just before and for some time after the final parting from my husband had done things to me. Unbalanced me a little, unsettled me and had played tricks with my feelings and thoughts. The absence of his mental stimulation, albeit in the later times of a quite negative way, the loneliness I suffered during, particularly, the first few months after the break-up and the brain wrenching thinking I had gone through as I set out on planning a whole new life had made me very introspective. I had gone to bed many nights my head so full of worries, guilt, hopes and plans that I had laid awake for hours my mind in a whirl. And the loss of the sex, that even up until quite near the end had been quite frequent and, in an oddly perverse way, still exciting and stimulating, did other things to me. 

Despite my full resolve to finish with him there was hardly an evening and certainly never a full day when I didn't think of him inside me, him kissing my breasts or placing his face between my legs or me feeling his erection against all parts of my body and in my mouth. That I was enormously frustrated was obvious although it was not a state of which I had much experience. My entire body almost continuously ached and pulsated for the touch of a man on it and my complete being and brain screamed out for the relief he would bring by giving me an orgasm.

All these mental and physical sensations were now combining and closing in on me. In my depressed and confused state they seemed to merge fantasy into reality to a point that I was at times not sure where one ended and the other began.

Had I really spent time driving around the East End looking for likely places? Was I imagining that hidden in a suitcase securely locked so that my daughter wouldn't find them, was the red plastic, simulated leather skirt, the black fishnet holdup stockings and the frilly blouse that was partially see through? Was I kidding myself when I sat in my room after she had gone to bed, perhaps finishing a bottle of wine, planning it down to every detail? Living every moment, imagining what it would be like, how I would feel doing it and what it would be like after? Thinking what would he would be like, how he would react and how he would treat me?

I had given myself a timetable. I am like that sometimes. When I have a big decision to make I often say to myself, "give it two or three weeks and if the idea hasn't gone away then decide a date and then just do it." So I did that. If I still had the fantasy in mind after so much time then I would do it on such and such a date.

And on that date I did still have it in my mind. If anything it was firmer and as that period of thinking ended so the excitement mounted and the idea took on a clearer view and my resolve became stronger. So the actual date was set for seven days away, a Thursday night, chosen specifically for it was the City boys' night out and I knew the pubs and clubs would be full with what I needed to be there.

That Thursday had me again thinking deeply. 

Should I keep my hair in its normal spiky, blonde with darker streaks hair style or, should I flatten it? Should I encase my D cup tits with their prominent nipples that looked as if they were permanently erect in a bra or leave them free? Panties or not bother? Should I wear my contact lenses that I do not like or my glasses? I shaved my legs and inspected them; they looked good and made me think despite my nearly fifty years they, at least were coping with my advancing years. I looked over my shoulder into the mirror and thought the bum doesn't look too bad either, but saw with disappointment that the hips could certainly lose a few pounds for there were quite defined love handles. Smiling I wondered who would be holding them tonight? It was the tum with the baby pod that was the problem. I really should have been more careful with my exercises after my two children had been born.

I had arranged for my daughter to spend the night at a friend's house. That would give me the freedom and peace of mind to act out my fantasy out, get home and cleaned up without worrying about her; or so I hoped, but half feared? 

Early that Thursday evening I was standing in my bedroom naked taking the suitcase from the top shelf of the wardrobe? I took the clothes out and laid them on the bed with the look and feel of the cheap, plastic skirt strangely exciting me? Standing looking at myself in the mirror clad just in the black, fishnet holdups and strappy heels, I was not at all sure whether I would able to go through with my plan. At the very least, though, I was thinking I could get dressed in the gear that I had bought specially for this and cruise a few clubs and pubs. 

I slipped the tight, short skirt on and again looked in the mirror. Was that really a reflection of me, bare breasted with the vividly tarty, plastic pelmet of a skirt and black fishnet holdup stockings? Could I, on the face of it, a respectable business woman and mother be that obvious slut glaring back at me? Had I really, completely purposefully avoided pulling on any panties or bra as I did the buttons up on the thin blouse? I wondered as I looked at myself what others gazes would think, but wouldn't be sure, that the full breasts that moved around and the hint of darkness under the lacy material suggested that I wasn't wearing a bra? 

In a daze, a dream, a flight of fantasy or maybe in vague reality it went on. Was that really the on the surface, rather prudish, forty something year old single mother, the golf and tennis club member who beamed back from the beguiling glass of the full-length mirror? Was that looking at me the bastion of the neighbourhood, middle class a member of the PTA or was it an easy to fuck, good time girl or, with just a tad more imagination, a rather cheap whore about to go on parade? And that thrilled me, it played to my needs and desires, my imagination and the fantasy that had been gathering strength in my mind ever since I parted from my ex and had my supply of sex curtailed. The fantasy of picking up strangers and having sex with them soon after meeting. Having sex, but nothing else; no talking; no romance and most importantly no follow up. It was about fucking strangers not talking to them.

I wrapped a long, black faux leather coat around me and called a cab. It could have all been in my mind as I climbed out just ten minutes later outside a drinking club in Bethnal Green. Yes I felt nervous. Yes I was concerned and worried about how it would go. Not worried for my safety for I was ok on that and accepted that some pain might be needed to fulfil my fantasy, but more just what it would be like, how I would feel both as we had sex and what it would do to my feelings and emotions after it!

As I walked slowly across the room to take a seat at the bar so my feelings began to explode. I saw lots of eyes following me as I undid the coat and let it drape down almost to the floor as I perched myself on the high stool. I saw men's eyes riveted on me as I lifted myself and locked one heel of the, almost, stiletto high heels in the rung between the legs of the stool. In a surprisingly calm voice I heard me ordering a dry white wine from the young waitress behind the bar. I was beginning to experience some of the feelings I had imagined so often. I knew I was being ogled and possibly also spoken about amongst the, largely, male clientele. It wasn't long before I was offered a drink that I declined or before a man asked if I was waiting for someone. I said I was and turned away. Both, I guessed would have liked to fuck me and with some encouragement from me probably would have, but they were not right, they did not fit my bill, they were both well overweight and my 'fuckstranger' needed to be slim and athletic. Age and looks did not matter it was purely the body I wanted and that had to be in good shape and probably young.

It was getting towards ten thirty the time I knew from my research when many of the customers would move onto the clubs nearby and sure enough it started thinning out. I looked around as casually as I could although I was hellishly nervous and my heart was pounding. I saw several couples, male and female, a few groups of men and several guys by themselves. Now, in reality as I had in my fantasy I looked each of the singles up and down. One was in his forties with beer gut so he was immediately rejected along with another younger guy with ginger hair who was no more than five feet six or so. I wondered if the fantasy was about to unravel when looking around slightly panicking I saw two others and neither of them met the image I had dreamed up during the long time I had been thinking about this and developing and honing my fantasy. And then I saw him. Coming out of the men's room he was over six feet tall, nicely built with a shock of blondish hair. Fairly good looking, although that was of no real concern to me. I saw as he came closer walking past me that he could not have been more than twenty five or so. Perfect I thought turning a little on the stool to follow where he went. 

It was time. All the thought, the planning and the fantasising were about to come together. I tried to recall exactly how I had imagined doing this as I had laid in my bed so many times masturbating about it. I tried to shake my head to see whether I might wake up and find that it had been a particularly vivid erotic dream. I tried to see if really I was in my home and that my imagination had gone into overdrive and all this was the fantasy and not the reality. But as I turned on the stool so that I could look directly at him it did not seem unreal for I could feel the cheap plastic skirt on my bare bottom, slightly sticking to me. And as I saw him look straight at me the sudden pounding of my heart felt far from anything other than real. I caught his eye and I quickly looked away, taking a sip of my wine. Holding the glass to my lips I looked back and he was still looking at me. I held his gaze a moment and this time he looked away. I held the glass by my lips averting my gaze from him as I did. But then I raised my eyes and caught his stare. I held his gaze looking deep into his eyes my pulse racing. I slipped my tongue out almost unconsciously and licked the rim of the glass, suggestively I thought. 

Was I really doing this? Was this actually happening, at long, long last, I speculated or had my sex torn body corrupted my emotionally damaged mind so much that I was imagining this and I would wake up with my hands between my legs?

Still staring, now unashamedly at him, holding his look I slowly crossed my legs. The feeling of the cheap, plastic, simulated leather skirt sliding up the net of the stockings seemed so real and surely I did not imagine the feeling of air on the skin slightly above the tops of the stockings. He was the only one left sitting in that area and I was shielded from the few other customers by the bar and sitting there my skirt now so far up my leg that I was sure he would be able to see the stocking tops. I looked into his eyes again and I saw him standing. He smiled at me and mouthed. 

"Drink?" 

I shook my head, but smiled as I inclined it to one side towards the door. 

Easing myself off the stool and allowing the plastic to catch on the seat so that the hem rode up almost to my crotch I could hardly believe that I was exposing nearly all my legs to a man young enough to be my son in a public bar? I dropped my eyes as I stood and taking each side of the skirt in my hands I wiggled it down knowing that my breasts would jiggle beneath my blouse as my body moved. That done I looked at him again and made a meal of struggling into the coat realising that the material of the lacy blouse would be stretched across my breasts and that the front would gape so that through it a flash of white flesh would be on view to him. I knew what that would be like for I had rehearsed that and the other moves so many times in front of my mirror and I wondered if perhaps I was now really in front of that mirror again and all else was purely imaginary. Was I imagining walking over to him, looking down and smiling? Was it in my mind that he stared at me a slight grin on his rather better looking face than I had thought at first? It surely couldn't be an illusion that I whispered

"Follow me," before turning and walking confidently to the door. And the footsteps I heard on the pavement were so loud and seemed so real that surely they were not a fantasy were they? 

"Hi," I heard him say exactly as my imaginings had thought he would as he drew alongside me. "May I walk with you?" 

Now that had not been in the plan. In the fantasy he did not speak after the hi. He said no more and we didn't speak at all. 

"Is it ok if we talk?" He asked confusing me momentarily for I had not covered that in my planning. I had to develop a contingency plan. Did that mean this had to be real? In the fantasy I controlled everything but now I wasn't so perhaps I really was walking alongside him down Bethnal Green Road towards the narrow street I had selected on one of my research trips. 

"No, you mustn't talk," I said not even looking up at him. 

"Oh right," he replied obviously confused. 

"You can walk with me. You can follow me, but you must not talk to me. OK?" 

He didn't speak for a moment so I stopped and turned towards him looking up into his eyes. He must have been well over six feet tall and he looked down at me as we squared up to each other. I held his gaze as I let the coat fall open. I knew that the blouse was gaping and loose and I saw his eyes go to my cleavage. I was now operating completely off script and that somehow added to the fantasy; things were going well. 

His eyes roamed from my chest to my eyes quite confidently as he asked. "Why not?" 

I smiled running my tongue over my lips as I pondered on my answer. 

"Because," I said smiling and pausing as I stared at him. This had not happened in front of the mirror so I was on unsure ground. I moved closer holding the coat open by my hand on my hip. I stood like that now sure he would be able to make out that I wasn't wearing a bra for my nipples had gone as hard and as pronounced as acorns and the top button of the blouse had slipped undone so that he would be able to see the insides of both of my breasts.

He smiled and repeated. "Because? Because what?"

All the planning and rehearsals of the fantasy were now no help for this had not been factored into them. Reality has that habit of being stranger than fiction. I plunged on into the unchartered waters.

"Because," I said quite firmly. "If you want to fuck me that's the only way you'll get to do "

I looked at him as I tilted my head to one side waiting for his response hoping against hope that he wouldn't turn me down and make me go through the whole thing again. 

"You mean if I don't talk to you I can have sex with you?" he asked blushing and looking both very young and oddly appealing.

"Exactly," I replied.

"Er, um," he stammered. "Is there a charge?"

That made me smile for I had seen that happening when planning the fantasy. "No," I said adding as a joke, "I won't pay you, all I want is for you to stay silent and then you fuck me. Ok?"

He got the message and nodded, which again made me smile as he had obviously cottoned on.

My imagination or my memory from checking out the streets during my late night sorties took us down the gloomy back streets just behind the very busy main road until we came to the warehouse I had selected. In the dreaming about I had wandered confidently into the big doorway, like a porch really. Inside that it ran for about twenty or thirty feet until on the left there was an alcove tucked away so that if anyone came past the main doorway they wouldn't be able to see into it. With the young man beside me my stride was not as jaunty as in the vivid imaginings I'd had about it. No, as we walked into the doorway and then into the alcove that had a dim light thrown onto it from inside the warehouse that I knew was deserted at nights, I did not feel quite the confidence I had thought I would. But I felt excited, expectant and really quite in awe of myself. 

For a woman who had found it almost impossible to have casual sex after my marriage break up for fear of becoming dependent on a man this fantasy had been the perfect alternative. For one who had tried having sex with a number of partners who had wined and dined me until my resistance had weakened to the point I had let them into my knickers to then find that such sex, sex without an emotional involvementl, was unsatisfactory, this type of sex appeared to be the answer. To have sex where there was absolutely nothing else involved and where I was in control represented to my somewhat mangled mind the logical alternative, the perfect compromise. 

My fantasy had started as the frustration had become so hard to endure. As my body ached for a man. As my need grew to enormous proportions. But I was constrained by this emotional hang up. And that had made me start thinking and fantasising. Fantasising so often about some of the more outrageous feelings concerned with sex, feelings and thoughts I had never had before and would never have thought I would have at all. Thoughts like being completely demeaned, degraded and debased. Of being treated like a whore, a slag, a slut. Of being mentally and physically mistreated, abused and made to act and feel so wanton, perverse and just plain dirty. Yes I was aware that it was some psychological damage from the break up, but that didn't help as my lurid mind saw me in gang bangs and forced sex. I wanted to be treated like that and in all the many lonely hours I spent so more and more I had started living a fantasy life. But now that was maybe becoming reality for the perimeters of both were fading and where one ended and the other began was all blurry.

It was like that, blurry and unclear, as I turned, leaned back against the wall and looked at the boy. He was clearly nervous and unsure. Little did he know that I was just the same but I knew that he wouldn't realise that and it certainly didn't show as I reached up and took the lapels of the thin lacy blouse in my hands his eyes from no more than a foot or so away taking in every move. I stared into them as slowly I increased the pressure on the material. I saw them widen as he looked, presumably trying to see my breasts that by now were aching to be touched or sucked. They were focused on my hands as my fingers dug into the thin material gripping each lapel tightly. And I heard him gasp and saw him blink in disbelief as with one quick firm pull I ripped the blouse open, two buttons, just as they had in my rehearsals, popping off. I thrust myself forward a little my bare breasts leering beckoningly at him as he watched open eyed and open mouthed. 

He took me in his arms and went to kiss me, but that was taboo and I avoided his mouth instead pushing his face down towards the fiery nipples that were pulsating on each breast. His mouth sucked greedily at the extended buds as I felt his erection through his thin trousers. I rubbed it and slid his zip down. Fumbling momentarily with his boxers and the tail of his shirt I felt the sensation of the stranger's bare cock in my hand and I knew that the reality was going to be every bit as satisfying as had been the fantasy.

His hands and mouth were all over my breasts, just as they had been when I lived this moment so many times alone, but then it had been my hands. Then mine had squeezed, almost painfully, the swollen nipples that he now pinched, it was my own that had so gratifyingly squeezed the pliantly sensitive mounds and mine that had pushed them together into one large mound just as he did. 




Anything but Talk Pt. 01



But it wasn't tender or even energetic foreplay I wanted. That implied a degree of concern for the other, a wish to please and slowly arouse. I didn't want or need that. It wasn't in the fantasy or in my mind as I had laid on my bed rubbing my body to climax. No, this fantasy was about hard, raw, uncomplicated, quick, fast and very dirty sex. A fuck in a doorway. An almost animalistic coupling where I got exactly what I wanted and that was sexual satisfaction brought about by being treated as and acting like a whore with a complete stranger with whom I would not even talk.

I undid his belt and pushed his trousers and boxers down parting the tail of his shirt so I could feel and see him. He was quite large, nicely smooth and fairly long but slim and very, very hard. Just as I had imagined such a young stud should be. I stroked it and rubbed it and then still holding it with one hand I pulled my skirt up with the other. I watched his eyes as the hem slid up my thighs, as it passed the dark band of the stocking tops, as it slid across the patch of white skin that normally separated the top of the stockings from the panties. His eyes widened again though as that patch just went on and on and he realised that there were no panties. 

The skirt was now bunched around my waist, my pubic hairs glistening with the juices that had flown from me almost from the moment we had left the bar. I pulled him closer and fumbled a condom onto his penis as I slid that between my legs. He continued playing with my breasts, which felt about set to explode with the pent up agony of sexual frustration. He grabbed the bare cheeks of my bum with both hands and then with one shove he was in me. The feeling was exactly as the fantasy had said it would be. I grunted as he surged up me and started fucking me. It was good, it was exciting, thrilling and satisfying. And then quickly, just as I'd fantasised, he was cumming. I didn't climax. That wasn't really the plan. Orgasm portrayed pleasure and an emotional connection. No I didn't need that. That would come later when I was alone reliving these moments.

Immediately he had finished I pulled off him. But I didn't move away and instead I pushed my breasts against his mouth and held his penis sliding the condom off and wiping his cock with a tissue. He had not gone completely soft. There was still some life in it as I stroked and caressed it.

I fell to my knees the cold concrete hurting my knees. I took him into my mouth cradling his rather large sack in my hands as I started to suck his bare cock. It was magical to feel it growing again so soon after exploding into the condom and I knew I was right to have selected a young man. I sucked and chewed, licked and gently bit, stroked and rubbed until, within no more than ten minutes he was wonderfully hard again.

Turning I placed both hands against the wall. I leaned my weight there slowly letting them slip down a little until I knew that my bottom would be sticking out. The skirt had slipped down a bit so I reached behind me and pulled it up round my waist. I opened my legs and he got the message and fucked me strenuously and not totally unskilfully from behind until this time I nearly did climax.

I pushed the skirt down, tied the ends of the blouse as I had practised and slid my coat back on. And then, before he had time to fix his clothing or realise quite was what happening I was gone.

In my bed that night I relived every moment, every sensation, feeling, touch and every caress. I went through the fantasy in the minutest detail revelling in the sheer sordid debasement I had experienced trying to work out whether there was any way I could improve on it to gain even more of the perverse pleasure. And of course as I ran the fantasy through my mind so I became aroused again. And as that happened so my hands traced the path my fantasy man had taken. So my fingers found those sensitive places that his hands and penis had visited and this time I did have an orgasm. A mighty, moaning, groaning and grunting climax that totally and utterly consumed me.

In the fantasy it had been difficult to work out, and certainly impossible to experience, the feelings and the emotional reaction to that sordid episode. In reality I had to go through them. I had to rush from that doorway my blouse ripped my coat covering my almost topless bareness underneath as I wondered whether he would follow me. I had to hail a cab and slump onto the backseat my body still twitching slightly from the last spasms of the, surprising, near orgasm. I had to go into my flat and see myself in the wretched outfit that made me look every bit the hooker I had played. I had to cast that off and expunge the image of the outfit from my mind as I returned from my fantasy sordidness to my reality of motherhood. And I had to wonder at what I had done and try to understand how I had let reality and fantasy merge into one.

That night I slept surprisingly well. The normal pangs of frustration were not with me. My body was not aching with its usual desire and want and my mind no longer kept flitting to what it would be like to pick up a stranger and have him fuck me in a doorway. I smiled for I realised I did not need to fantasise about it anymore. I had real memories of it to call upon now. 

On top of all the other pleasures and surprises, there were no morning after blues. The next morning, the next day and the next few days I did not feel the guilt and worry that I had even when I made 'respectable' love to men who had asked me out. No, as time passed I became more and more content with what I had done and I felt no shame or remorse. I had done it because I wanted to so why worry? I had a fantasy that had now become reality and if that happens it cannot really be a fantasy, or can it? One way or another I had enjoyed my fantasy of fucking a stranger and I knew that I would do it again.



Anything but Talk Pt. 02



I pick up strangers and they fuck, but must not talk.

I think it was that film I had seen that really started me off on what I came to think of as my 'Belles.' The old French film I mean with Catherine Deneuve, Belle de Jour. She was an respectable married woman who wanted more in her life and became a part time prostitute in a brothel. She had no need of the money for her husband was rich and generous and she had everything she wanted apart from illicit sexual thrills. In a way a little like me, but my need was born from the sexual frustration I suffered after my split from my ex and my inability to have normal sex without an emotional involvement. With Belle in the film there was also the psychological side for she too was never quite sure whether it was all in her mind or not.

And that had been me as I went to that bar the first time, dressed like a whore, picked up the young man and fucked him in that warehouse doorway. Until this day I am not sure whether I really did it or, whether it was all some extraordinarily vivid erotic dream in which I acted out the events that had been built up in my mind over the preceding months.

Whatever it was it had been dramatically realistic and had made me realise that I could have sex in that fashion and that I could get an enormous amount of excitement and pleasure from it. Far more than I could from making love as part of a relationship with someone with who I had no emotional tie up. So of course the other fantasies that had lurked in the deepest recesses of my sexual mind started to move nearer to the front of my consciousness. And always it seemed there was similar thread running through them. Me being degraded. Me being on the face of it abused. But in my way being in control, taking what I wanted and giving none of me apart from sex. It was as if I cannot enjoy a normal tender relationship for I seem unable to handle the emotional involvement needed for me to have successful sex. It struck me, though, that I might be able to have no emotional involvement whatsoever and just the sex. Quirky and unusual and probably hard to understand I know, but it is what I felt and was certainly what turned me on. Sex with total strangers who I would never see again. Sex where I became just an erotic object. An item that gave sex and nothing else. Sex that had no past and certainly no future. I was seeking the ultimate in 'fuck 'em and leave 'em.

I know you may say why not get a fuck buddy as the Americans call it. A man who I could have sex and nothing else with. God I meet so many on the web that should be easy. And of course it would be but it was not what I wanted. To an extent I would know them. There would be a history and a future. They would know what was going to happen and that was not in my fantasy script. No this way was better and was what I chose. Find strangers have sex and leave. No involvement, no strings, no emotions and no aftermath, perfect!

In my mind I became more sexually daring. Not that picking a guy up in a bar and taking him to a doorway and having sex twice in twenty minutes was not daring and possibly dangerous, no I mean with the act itself. I mean with the type of sex and what I wanted to do with who I picked up. Yes I dredged up those fantasies that the women's magazines tell us are perfectly normal and are thought of by most sexually active women at some time or the other. Perfectly normal and thought of by many they may be, but is it normal to act them out to the point that they become reality? I Doubt it, but I did just that.

I wore the same outfit as last time. The same black, frilly, lacy, almost see-through blouse with the buttons loosely sewed back on again. No bra or panties of course and one too many buttons undone. That pelmet of garish, red plastic, the black fishnet hold-ups and high heeled shoes. No need for the long leather coat though for it was now early summer so it was replaced by a light denim jacket. Short, but able to be done up when the need arose later.

I had ventured further afield into North London, Islington. Trendier, but with a similar plethora of bars inhabited by young people. Again I had visited the bars and pubs and clubs in my 'civvies.' The research and planning played a big part in the creation of my fantasies. It was exciting being in a bar dressed nicely knowing that if I returned I would be looking very different with completely other aims in mind. It was also incredibly stimulating to poke around in open places searching for the venue where I would do it. Seeing in my mind a doorway, now empty and just a few feet from passers-by where soon I might be writhing on the end of an unknown erection, where I would be bare chested with my skirt around my waist being fucked by a stranger. I imagined doorways, alleys, parks and even graveyards. It excited me to think about and look at places in the cold light of day knowing that they might form part of this amazing fantasy that was more and more taking shape in my mind.

I had passed up several likely prospects largely because it was still light outside. That might be just a little too much for tonight's adventure. Then I saw him and heard him. Standing down the bar to me he was chatting to someone at the bar in an accent, Dutch or German I thought or maybe Swedish, I couldn't tell, but it was guttural. He caught my eye across the other guy's shoulder and I saw his piercing blue eyes and sweep of blonde hair. He was nicely tanned wearing just a white tee shirt and tight jeans. He looked muscular, very fit and as they say probably toned. I looked away and watched him from the corner of my eye. Obviously a regular for he talked to quite a few people, I was beginning to give up hope of being able to see him by himself so I started to think of leaving and go to my secondary bar.

However, as the bar started to clear and I was the only one apart from him sitting at it. He went to the men's room and after chatting to a group came back to the bar his eyes pinned on my crossed legs all the way across the room. He smiled and went to move along the bar towards me, but I stopped him with a shake of my head. He lifted his glass indicating as to whether I would like another drink. I again shook my head, but as I did so I undid the last stud on the denim jacket letting it fall open. I was getting adept now at longer range, silent pick-ups and was quicker at it than I had been that first night in Bethnal Green. With his eyes on me I re-crossed my legs taking my time letting him see well up my skirt probably even to my stocking tops. I Leaned forward over the bar giving him a good, if rather long distance, view down my top. I could see from the way he was looking that he was interested and had that appearance I had become used to now. I was sure that he was it.

I slid off the stall letting the cheap skirt get caught on the stool before brushing it down slowly wiggling my boobs as I did. I picked up my phone and glasses and cigarettes and put them into my bag avoiding his eyes that I knew were watching my every move. That done I stood there a moment fumbling in my bag as if getting car keys or something and then looked up quickly and caught him staring at me. He looked flustered, but my smile reassured him. He came up to me and said, 

"Can I buy you a drink or something?"

Now used to getting through the pick-up routine quickly I said quietly,

"No but if you want to fuck me you can."

I saw him visibly gulp as at the same time his eyes widened as he looked straight down my top seeing for sure my lack of bra and that my nipples were clearly making huge dents in the thin lace.

"How," was his naturally mumbled reply?

"By keeping your mouth shut and following me to where I go, OK?"

I turned and walked out letting my bottom wiggled and hips sway in the tight plastic skirt just as I had practiced so often. I waited a moment outside for him as I knew he had to say his goodbyes and it took a few moments longer than I had expected before the door opened and I saw him from across the pavement. He went to come up to me but I shook my head and turned and made off down the road in my high heels knowing that his gaze would be on the undulating cheeks of my bottom and the fishnet of covering my legs.

The timing had been perfect for it was now dusk but not dark as I made my way down upper Street away from the Angel towards Holloway Corner. I didn't bother to look back but felt him coming alongside me as we got to a less crowded part. He came alongside and went to say something, probably wanting to know my price. Without even really looking at him I said.

"Here's the deal. You can come with me and have sex but you must not say a word, don't worry it won't cost you a penny. OK?

"Yes, yes sure," he stammered as I turned off the main road. He was alongside me but had got the message and didn't say anything as I turned into the small park. Walking across it I made for the shelter I had found right in the middle surrounded by gardens on all sides. He followed me inside where despite the gloom there was enough light to see each other as I sat down on the bench and looked up at my quarry standing in front of me. Nice I thought, around twenty five to thirty, maybe a little older he was good looking and appeared to have a great body.

I looked up at him and smiling reached out and undid his belt and slipped his zip undone. My eyes locked onto his I slipped my hand inside and ran it up and down his erection. 

"God he feels nice," I thought my heart leaping rather ridiculously at the thought of having a big cock in me. I pulled it out of his boxers and yes it was big. Thick and long it made me shudder at the thought of it going up me and I momentarily wondered if it would hurt me. But I knew that by then I would be soaked and that would help a lot. Still holding his gaze I leaned forward and after licking right up and down his length I took him quickly into my mouth. 

In my thinking and fantasising I had added this variant and as I had run over it in my mind I had found it extremely stimulating to be imagining sucking a completely strange cock just minutes after meeting its owner. As I had thought of that so the man would quickly get to like it and would soon start finding my rhythm and would slowly be moving his hips back and forth at the same time as my head moved. And in that dingy shelter in that dark park that is what was happening. I reached round him and was gripping the, at one moment firm and at the next soft, cheeks of his wonderfully pert arse as he started to fuck my mouth. I was not ready for that though. Oh no not unprotected. 

Nevertheless, I kept him in there knowing that I was bringing him nearer and nearer to ejaculation. Both of his hands gripped my head and fondled it. As I felt the extra straining of his erection in my mouth so I slid the top of the blouse off first one and then the other shoulder wiggling my body until it had completely uncovered my breasts. Then just as I knew he was about to cum I whipped my mouth away and holding his pulsating cock in my hand I rubbed it quickly giving it that last impetus that forced his cum to start shooting from him.

I heard a deep grunt, almost a moan, come from his mouth as his warm, sticky cum splattered onto my hand an my bare breasts. It just seemed to spew and spew from him in what for a moment, in my fantasizing mind, I thought might be an endless stream. But even young, virile young men cannot do that in reality as they might in the unreal and soon it stopped and there was just a small dribble hanging from the tip. Looking into his eyes again as he ran his hands through my hair saying how marvellous it had been, I rubbed the tip of his still surprisingly hard penis over each of my breasts smoothing his goo into the soft flesh that felt so sensitive and alive. 

It was just as I had imagined in my moments of thinking about this and fantasizing about how it would go. The straining I felt in his cock as it prepared itself to ejaculate, the stream of thick liquid shooting from it, the splash of warm goo on my breasts and the feelings as I rubbed it in with the bulbous head of his engorged cock. There's something so wonderfully dirty and amazingly sordid about having a man cum on your body, especially your breasts. I can't quite put my finger on why or what but women do fantasise about it and most, I think, welcome a man emptying themselves on her if only in her fantasies.

He went to talk but I shook my head and continued running his erection over each breasts concentrating its head on my nipples that were now alarmingly hard just as I knew they would be from when I used my vibrator on my bed visualizing this moment.

Unlike the mainly older men I had been with since my marriage break down his penis did not go completely soft, just a little less than it had been. But it was now time to freshen that back to its fullness. I placed it between my breasts and sort of wrapped them around it looking down at the tip that was sticking out from between its soft covering. It was close enough for me to reach with my tongue and as I massaged the sides with my boobs revelling in it sliding in and out of them lubricated with his own cum I licked the very tip several times feeling it twitch and come to life again. Just as the fantasy had indicated I felt the hardness returning, the straining coming back and his hands grabbing my hair. 

I stood up letting the blouse fall away from me but still held in the waist-band of the skirt. My breasts were completely bare and still splattered with his semen the hard, erect nipples glistening with it as I took his hands and placed them on my full tits. He rubbed and stroked them making moaning grunting sounds as his fingers explored the soft pliant and such sensitive flesh. As he did that I was, just as I had planned, holding his cock rubbing it gently as I coaxed it back to its full readiness.

And then the fantasy took a very different turn for a totally new event happened.

"Hey is this a private party or can anyone join in?" I heard a man's voice with a heavy accent ask. But it wasn't the man who was caressing my breasts and whose now wonderfully full erection I was holding against the red plastic covering my tummy. No it came from the entrance to the shelter where as I looked up I saw another man. 

The man I was holding turned and said. "H Carl, I'm sure you can join in but our lady doesn't want us or her to talk."

At first I started to panic. But strangely that went away quickly. I think it was the first man mentioning not talking that did that for it implied that they would 'play the game by my rules.'. I simply looked at the second man measuring him up and yes he was young, yes he was well built and attractive. I may well have chosen him had I seen him by himself in the bar. He was slightly familiar and of course, I realised, he had been talking to the first one at some time in the evening in the bar.

I watched as he came over to us and standing behind me he put his hands around me and cupped my breasts shoving himself against my bottom. He was already thrillingly hard and I felt his length fit between my cheeks. At the same time the first man was pressing his erection against my tummy. The combination of feeling two cocks squashed against me was so exciting that I felt myself losing a little control. Nothing like it had been in the fantasy. I found that I was squirming my crotch, backside and breasts all at the same time against the pleasure giving cocks and hands. And they kept on giving me more and more pleasure. But it was not just that, it was also the thrill of the two men and the anticipation of both of them having me that contributed hugely to the unexpected sensations that I had not factored into my plan. 

I knew that this was near rape. I realised that I was going to, no had started, having sex without my agreement. That one man at least was forcing himself on me without my permission. But did that worry me, did it concern me or fill me with dread? No my imagination took that on board and the fantasy building up took on a completely different dimension to that which I'd planned. Now I would have the added humiliation of being taken by two men together in tandem, of double the degrading and demeaning. Now, not only was I going to have wanton sex in sordid surroundings, but also I had lost control and between them they could force me to do as they wished not as I directed. The fantasy was, as I guess had always been inevitable, going pear shaped.

The fantasy had called for me to pull my skirt up and offer that part of me to one man. Now though I had two pairs of hands yanking at the plastic so that it was bunched around my waist. Now, I was bared by them to their gazes and enquiring hands. Nothing in my imagination had prepared me for this but oddly I didn't struggle for the domination of me by them seemed if anything to arouse me more.

They spoke to each other as they pawed my breasts and stroked between my legs possibly saying, although I couldn't understand a word, how wet I was for they spoke in their native tongue. I was even losing control over the silence, but now that too did not seem to bother me. I found that as their hands slid between my legs I squirmed myself against them pressing the bare, soaked lips and my clitoris onto their skin drawing every last bit of pleasure from the hard, warm flesh. I found that I pressed my breasts back against their hands that were fondling me wonderfully roughly and were pinching and pulling my nipples deliciously fiercely. And I found that I was moaning and gasping from what they were doing, showing emotions and feelings in a way that had not been scripted nor catered for in the fantasy.

The first one said something in what I think now was Dutch. I could only pick out one word and that was repeated several times in the same sentence and that was fuck. It thrilled me to hear it amongst what sounded as a load of gibberish. It thrilled and excited me to the extent that completely out of the intended way I heard myself saying, no whining. 

"Yes, yes."

The first man now came behind me and the other stood in front his hands grabbing a bunch of my hair as the other one grasped my hips. The first pulled my head upwards his face descending as he did so that it was so close to mine I could smell the faint traces of his aftershave and the strong odour of beer on his breath. This was not the fantasy I had imagined for his mouth enveloped mine and he kissed me greedily and roughly immediately shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. At first my immediate reaction was to struggle and I tried to pull away, but his hold on my hair hurt so much I could not. As I tried to yank my head back so he pulled harder on my hair making me think that a bunch would come out. I cried out with pain and he said, in English. 

"Shut up bitch, keep your fucking mouth shut." 

I gasped at both the pain and the language now half afraid and half even more excited. The other joined in obviously now ignoring the agreement we had made earlier. 

"Yes keep it shut until we tell you to open it so we can put our dicks in it."

He was now shoving himself against my lips and I knew that he would shortly be in me and I managed to blurt out.

"Please wear a condom." It was somewhat of a relief but also quite an embarrassment when he replied. "Of course, I wouldn't put my cock up the cunt of a whore without one."

Despite everything that was happening to me in this amazingly real and quite chilling fantasy I stammered, 

"I'm not a whore, I'm not." It seemed important for me to make the differentiation, "I just wanted uncomplicated sex and you are not paying."

And then I got it for suddenly the first man, the one that I'd had oral sex with, was in me. He thrust his large cock in me without warning and I grunted as it slid all the way up. 




Anything but Talk Pt. 02



"Oh yes," I moaned as he started to surge in and out. The other one, still holding me by the hair pushed my face down and down until it was level with his cock that he had released from his trousers. 

"Suck me, suck me bitch," he ordered pushing it against my face with his other hand. And then I got royally fucked from behind by the first man as I sucked and gobbled at the second man's cock. I was now aroused to the point where I was starting to orgasm when suddenly the one behind me pulled out. 

"No, no," I heard myself say, regretting the show of feelings as I did. But it didn't matter for they changed places and I was again sucking the first man's cock as the other entered me. They did that again a few minutes later until I was not really sure who was in me and who I was sucking. Everything seemed to combine into one great mass of sensations and feelings as my body exploded with what turned out to be a massive orgasm. I just couldn't stop cumming and cumming. Not when the first one spurted into the condom. Not when the other one took his cock from my mouth and went behind me. Not when the first one pushed his condom covered cock with the load of sperm in the little balloon at the tip into my mouth. Not when the other one shoved himself in me and certainly not when he surged in and out quickly, fiercely and quite aggressively still shooting into his condom.

Circumstances had now so changed my fantasy that it took on a completely different perspective. In that dim, crude shelter in the middle of the park where there was still just enough light to see what was going on I knew that I had lost control. I had orgasmed, spoken to them and I had expressed to them that I was receiving pleasure, excitement and even satisfaction. That was never in the original version. As I fell against the man that had just cum into my mouth my arms going round him to support me, so I felt him cup my breasts as the other fondled my legs and tummy. As they did that so I wriggled myself against them. As hands rubbed, squeezed and pinched my nipples, breasts, thighs and bottom so I pressed my face against the bare hairy belly of the man holding me. What the fantasy was now doing was having me make love to them and show affection and desire for them. Gone was the cold, distant woman taking just what she wanted and then vanishing. That had been replaced by a female so engorged on the sexual excitement they were giving her that she was even now indicating she wanted more. And in this new reality she did want more and got more!

Speaking in their native tongues interspersed with phrases in English I heard them say.

"We'll fuck her again."

"Let's take her outside and have her there."

"She's got fantastic tits."

"She's gagging for it."

And then they lapsed back into Dutch as, without asking for my agreement, they manhandled me out of the shelter onto the grass in front of it. They were holding me tight presumably concerned I would try to get away but that was furthest from my mind for now my thinking and fantasizing was coinciding with what they so clearly wanted from me. 

The sheer degradation they were putting me through, the degree to what I was being humiliated and dominated by them and the anticipation of seeing just where this fantasy would take me all combined to give me feelings I had never before experienced.

They pushed me onto the grass that was damp with dew and laid beside me. They started pawing all over me their hands going to every part of my body as one of them started pulling my skirt. 

'Oh shit,' I thought they are going to strip me. 'Wwhat if they run off with my clothes?'

"No, no," I gasped. "Please don't," I asked trying to hold onto the skirt as it slithered down my thighs.

"Shut up slag and do as we want or we'll hurt you," one of them said grabbing my wrists and holding them above my head as the other yanked the skirt further down my legs. And then it was off me and my bare bottom and back came into contact with the grass the blouse still with a couple of buttons done up remaining wrapped around my waist being all that I was wearing other than the fishnet holdups. Still with my hands forcibly held above my head I had one of them kiss me shoving his tongue roughly deep into my mouth while the other chewed far too strongly, but appropriately aggressively on my breasts as one of them tore at the blouse doing what had until now been my job of ripping the buttons off. 

The feeling of being naked apart from my holdups in the open dusk was another new experience for me and it was actually very thrilling, but still worrying for I had no idea what they might do. But wonderfully I felt and saw that they were both struggling out of their clothes until all three of us were naked. The laid half back on me their mouths and hands travelling all over my body. Squeezing and pinching my breasts, stroking my thighs and plunging between them to invade me they once more, slightly frustratingly but marvellously excitingly, built up those familiar orgasmic feelings in me. I was whimpering, moaning and grunting as fingers roughly slid in me and as teeth bit into my breasts leaving, I was sure, rough red marks that I would have to hide when I got home.

It was now such a different fantasy. I had lost all control and had let them take that from me. 

"We're going to fuck you so hard," one snarled pushing probably four fingers up me and hurting me due to the suddenness of it as the other sucked my nipple deep into his mouth his teeth digging into the sensitive and quite tender flesh. The pain from both just seemed to merge with the pleasure and excitement and I found myself reaching for their erections. 

Moaning and whimpering from a combination of arousal, pain and fear mixed with anticipation of what was going to happen I stroked the two hard cocks. I caressed them and pumped them and started making love to them. They were mine and I wanted them. Wanted them against me, on me and up me.

And then they fucked me again. They fucked me in turn. First one from behind and then the other from the front. They switched around so I lost all idea of which one was in me and which was against my face or between my breasts. They took me up to a near orgasm and held me there for what must have been half an hour. Whether they ejaculated and if it was with a condom I had no idea. Writhing around on the grass one moment lying on my front the next on my back then kneeling or standing bent forward I was continually fucked and unlike I had imagined the fantasy would be I enjoyed every single moment of it.

I was in a perpetual climax and had not realized that they had both withdrawn from me until I opened my eyes and looking up saw them both kneeling beside me. I was holding my breasts and caressing myself so aroused had they made me. We looked at each other as they at the same time took their still hard penises in their hands. They began to rub them, slowly at first but then, as they looked at me squeezing one breast and fingering myself unashamedly between my legs more quickly. As they increased the pace of their pumping movements even more they leaned forward so that they were above my face and breasts. And then they started to cum. The sperm shot from both of them almost at the same time and splattered onto my chin and cheeks, into my hair and onto my boobs. That put me over the top and made me cum at the same time.

The fantasy was now complete. 

Most of the things I had imagined had now taken place and I worried at how vivid it had all been. At how I had lost the control and had began to feel for them. At how we had joined together to make it so thrilling and so real.

Was it real? Had those deviant acts taken place? Was I that woman that had encouraged such deeds, such wanton and sordid deeds? Or was it all in my mind? My frustrated and confused mind?

Time will answer that. As time passes so I will find out, I will work it out and will see whether I need to go back again. Revisit those places and those scenes. Determine for sure whether my search is over or whether it's just beginning. Resolve once and for all whether I should continue fucking strangers.