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Deeper

By: Grise_Claire



My story continues; thank you to everyone who told me how much they liked 'Beginnings', without which this will not make as much sense. I can only hope that this matches your expectations.

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The room was dominated by a four-poster bed, heavy and solid in dark wood. Set on a deep pile circular rug. There were two large sash windows through which the November sun shone. Looking out, Nicole could see out over trees and fields. The curtains were deep red, heavy velvet. Another curtain, the same colour, covered almost the whole width of the wall facing the foot of the bed. The floor was light wood, polished boards with a deep rug.

'It's beautiful...' Nicole was overwhelmed. Anne was behind her, her arms wrapped around Nicole's waist. She kissed Nicole's neck, her breath warming the skin.

'Thank you. I've taken a lot of time on this room. But you must need to freshen up. The bathroom is across the landing. I'll leave something for you on the bed to wear . Come down when you've finished.'

Nicole had shut the bathroom door and was running water in the bath; she'd even poured some expensive-looking bath foam into the steaming water when she realised that she was still wearing Anne's collar and bracelets. She didn't think that soaking them in hot water would do them any good, and she was part loath to spoil them, part afraid of the consequences if she did. She doubted that Anne would appreciate being called, so she decided to bathe carefully, keeping the leather dry. Washing her hair was the hardest, wrapping it tightly in a towel afterwards seemed to work. It was difficult and slow, but eventually she felt clean. The time alone felt awkward. She was trying to think. Everything seemed so confusing. She'd never have thought that she'd enjoy being bound, never have considered sex with another woman. But she didn't feel guilty, as she had expected, just pleasantly warm from the orgasm. Was it because she had been bound, that it wasn't really her fault? Was it really her? Did it matter? The answers never came, the questions stopped making sense.

Wrapped in a big, soft towel, she walked into the bedroom. There was a pair of dusky pink satin pyjamas on the bed. A hairdryer was lying next to it. Brushing her hair, she snagged the collar. She'd forgotten it completely again. She wouldn't have believed that would be possible, but now she was suddenly acutely aware of it and her bracelets. She wondered what Anne had done with the key.

Anne was downstairs. Despite her elation, she was worried. Nicole had taken to the collar more naturally than she could ever have hoped. She had worried before about whether she would be rejected, then about whether the reality of binding and whipping her would match up to her fantasies and her imagination. It had, but there was something about the early stages that made her insecure. She wasn't sure what to try next. She might leave that to Nicole; she might not know what she wanted, but it would be best to let her set the pace. Not that it would do to tell her that. Not yet anyway. She smiled to herself and walked to the cupboard. There were some pains au chocolat that would make a good lunch.

Nicole waked slowly down the stairs, following the tantalising scent of warm pastry and chocolate. She called out to her friend, not sure where the kitchen was. Hearing her, Anne realised that she'd never shown Nicole the way to the kitchen, and opened the door. 

'That smells really good.' Nicole realised that she hadn't eaten yet that day. 

'How do you feel?'

'Wonderful, but very hungry.'

There was a slight defensiveness, as if neither was entirely willing to bring up the subject of what they'd just done. Nicole was a little confused. The collar and bracelets close, almost comforting. Anne just seemed to be watching her with those deep brown eyes. It felt odd to be sitting here, eating pains au chocolat, drinking black coffee as if it was a normal Saturday morning. She felt she had to say something. 

'What are your plans for this weekend?' She regretted the question instantly. She hadn't meant to blurt it out quite like that. The answer was little comfort. 

'That's for me to know and you to find out.' Anne was playing with her. She loved watching her friend's response. She held her friend's gaze until Nicole's eyes dropped. This was her opportunity.

'Please, do not be impertinent.'

'Sorry, Mistress.' 

Nicole was slipping back. Her breathing was faster. She could feel her chest tensing. Anne reached across the table, cupping Nicole's chin in her left hand, lifting it to bring her eyes back into contact. 

'I will continue to enjoy you as I did this morning. You will learn just what it is to serve me. I will bring you to the deepest and most meaningful submission that you have ever felt and you will beg me for more.'

Nicole swallowed hard. She was torn between intrigue, arousal, lust and fear. The fear only served to spur her on more. She was becoming intoxicated with desire. She felt herself slip off the chair and fall to her knees, as she had knelt, naked that morning. 

'Please teach me the meaning of submission, Mistress. I am your willing slave.'

'Stand up. Go next door. You will recognise the room. Strip and await me. On your knees.'

'Hurry up. I don't enjoy repeating myself.' The menace was clear, and Anne was pointing to a door. Nicole had not expected this rejection. If it was rejection, she wasn't sure. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting. She stood, and headed through the indicated door, into the old stable room. It shut behind her, closing heavily. The pale sunlight filtered through the small barred window, high on the wall, giving a soft, cold light.

She pulled off the pyjamas, folding them carefully. She wasn't sure why, but it seemed the right thing to do. Feeling the chill of the air on her skin, she knelt. She wasn't sure what to do with her arms. Guessing, she crossed her wrists at the small of her back as she had done before. The feeling of exposure was overwhelming. The feel of Anne's whip was a fresh memory. She was not looking forward to another whipping. She felt open, remembering the feeling of the intruder in her behind. That had been the first time that she had ever had anything here. Those parts of 'The Story of O' had always horrified her and aroused her in equal measures. It wasn't just the sort of thing that nice girls didn't do. It was just too depraved. None of her friends had ever talked about it. She couldn't even remember Anne mentioning it. But it had felt exquisite; the mix of pleasure with just the smallest twinge of pain. Still she waited.

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't even hear Anne's return. She didn't know how long she had waited. It felt like hours that she had knelt on the cold stone floor. The blood was pounding in her ears, and her arms and thighs ached.

'What am I going to do with you?' Anne's voice cut through the air.

Nicole did not know how to respond. She hoped the question was rhetorical. 

'Putting it another way, do you know what I am going to do to you?'

'No, Mistress.' She really didn't know. She couldn't guess. She could think of some possibilities, but they were all too terrible to contemplate, but too delicious to ignore. She craved the pain, the humiliation that she feared. She shuddered, not daring to turn her head.

'That is good.' Anne recognised the discomfort of her squirming captive. 'We must retain some mystery.'

'Keep your back straight and close your eyes. Chin up. Do I have to keep reminding you? Take pride in your submission.'

Nicole felt soft cloth over her face. The blindfold was black velvet, soft and heavy. It was cut to the shape of her face, covering the eyes securely and letting no light through. Anne pulled it snug, then knotted it securely. To Nicole, it suddenly seemed that her helplessness was infinitely more complete. Her breathing became faster.

Anne walked round in front her kneeling friend. She crouched down, her face inches from Nicole's. She raised her right hand to stroke Nicole's cheek, murmuring softly, almost inaudibly. 'Calm, calm.' Then the left hand too, holding Nicole's face firmly but gently, kissing her lips, probing gently into her mouth with her tongue. The hands felt different, the touch soft and warm, but the texture was og fabric, not skin. She must have put on gloves. Small whimpers grew in Nicole's throat, noises of arousal. The feel of gloved hands on the tender skin of her neck, moving down to her breasts. Then nothing.

Anne picked up the dog lead she had used before, snapping it to the ring on Nicole's collar. Gripping the lead firmly, close to the collar, she tugged sharply down.

'On all fours.' Nicole struggled, blindfolded and slightly off balance, but the pressure on the lead kept her steady. 

'Follow me.'

This was the worst yet. It was like being treated as a pet. Anne was keeping her on a close lead, tugging to hurry her if she was slow, or to direct her. From what she could remember of the house, she was being led towards the stairs, or the front door; it could have been either. The cold stone floor became the prickly carpet of the hall. She was not used to experiencing someone's home this way. Then the leash was jerked to the right. It was the stairs. Nicole was very relieved. The carpet was harsh on her knees and hands. The she felt the first step. 

'On your belly and crawl up. I want to see you squirm.' Nicole paused, unwilling, but desperate to obey. She felt a gloved hand push down, hard between her shoulders, pressing her chest down to the floor. The tension in the lead still forced up onwards, upwards. Anne preceded her, ensuring that the tension was just enough to guide her captive. 

The carpet rubbed at Nicole's body, teasing the delicate skin of her breasts and her stomach. She counted the steps in her head. There were seven to the half landing where she knew the stairs turned back on themselves and then another seven. At the top of the stairs, the lead pulled straight on, onto a warm, polished wooden floor. The change in texture was welcome, but the pressure on the lead was continuous. She knew it was the bedroom. 

A sharp tug upwards. 'Stop.'

The sound of a chair being moved across a wooden floor, then set in place. 

'On your feet.' Anne helped her friend up, one hand on the leash, holding it where it snapped to the collar, the other half-lifting her from behind. 'You are so good, so beautiful.' she whispered in Nicole's ear. Her hands drifted down, over Nicole's breasts, feeling her hardened nipples, caressing, gently. Anne couldn't help herself. She was becoming very wet. Nicole's reactions were so arousing. 

She pushed the chair behind Nicole. 'Sit down.'

It was a high-backed chair, solid wood, cold to the touch. Nicole shivered as she sat. It felt solid, heavy. She felt Anne pull her shoulders back, gently, pressing them against the hard wood of the seat back. Then, her arms were drawn behind her and together, her wrists once again pinioned. Then rope, soft and silky, slowly, deliberately wound around her left ankle, pulling tight as Anne secured it to the leg of the chair. Her right ankle was tied to the right leg of the chair in the same way. More rope was taken around her waist, pulling it tight against the seat back. Then yet more rope was taken around her upper arms, pulling them close together, almost painfully.

Anne stepped back to admire her handiwork. Nicole was helplessly tied to the chair, her legs held open, her back straight. The bonds pulling her arms together forced her shoulders back, lifting her breasts, exposing them. Anne picked up a short, black leather riding crop, using it to stroke the body of her bound and helpless friend. 

Nicole was becoming more and more aroused. The sensation of being bound, the loss of control was at once relaxing and terrifying. She did not know what it was she was being tormented with, but her skin, already sensitised by crawling, felt alive. It was slender and hard, harder than a finger. She felt it under the point of her chin, lifting it while Anne's lips and tongue probed her open, willing mouth. Then the kiss ended. 

Anne held the crop cross-wise, placing it in her friends open mouth. 'Close your mouth.' Nicole complied, tasting the hard leather covering. Pushed back right to the back of her mouth, the hard leather bit held her mouth open.

'I suggest you keep that in your mouth. It is a riding crop. If you drop it, I will use it on you.'

Nicole tried to swallow. The thought was terrifying. She could only imagine the pain of a hard cropping. She knew that Anne had gone easy with the whip, but that had hurt terribly. Her mouth, though, was held open by the crop, and she found that swallowing was almost impossible. She let out an involuntary noise, part-way between whimper and groan. Anne's hands drifted down to her friends breasts, cupping them, stroking ever so lightly on her nipples. Nicole shook her head wildly, unable to speak, the whimpers and groans becoming wild as she felt herself dissolve into an overpowering level of sensitivity and sensation. Again, it stopped. 

'I will not allow you to become overexcited; not yet, at least.' Anne's voice was soft, reassuring, but almost mocking. 'You will have to wait a bit longer for release.'

Nicole could only utter a frustrated groan. Her mouth was dry.

Then the noise of a curtain being drawn back. Nicole tried franticly to remember the layout of the room. She thought it could only be the curtain facing the bed. That meant she was sat at the end of the bed. The noise of other curtains to her right that must have been over the windows. Then the sound of a match striking. The distinctive scent of a candle being lit; then another. The room slowly filled with the scent of vanilla, filling her nostrils with a sweet and heavy perfume.

Anne smiled to herself at the irony. Vanilla had always seemed a deeply sensual scent to her. It was earthy and musky too, a compliment to the taste of leather that Nicole was enjoying. It was so sweet, so overpowering, that she had never quite understood why people thought it boring, bland even. She turned, brushing her fingertips lightly over the bound woman's left thigh, savouring the reaction as she tensed against the ropes. Anne briefly inspected the ropes, checking that they were tight, but not cutting into the skin. She meant for her to be there a while longer yet.

Returning to the doorway, Anne closed the door softly and turned out the light. The heavy curtains blocked almost all light from the windows, and the soft glow of the candles, on to either side of her captive, was the only illumination. She smiled to herself, and walked back behind her friend. 

Nicole blinked, her eyes adjusting fast to the dim light. At first, she was not sure what to make of the sight that confronted her. Then she realised. The curtain facing the bed had concealed a full-lenght mirror. The helpless bound figure in front of her was herself. She recoiled, fascinated by the naked and gagged figure in front of her; the pale flesh bound with dark ropes, but ashamed of her nakedness, her helplessness. She struggled, moaning against the crop that held her mouth open.

'I would be still,' came Anne's voice from behind her, 'I would not want you to harm your pretty skin on the ropes.'

Nicole struggled to see into the gloom behind her in the mirror. The light cast by the candles left her in a pool of flickering light, but effectively hid her friend from sight. She was very aware, though possibly imagining it, of eyes meeting hers, looking deeply into her soul.

'Relax, enjoy the sight of beauty subject to discipline.'

The shadows were beginning to resolve themselves. Nicole watched, transfixed. She could only just see Anne. She was naked save for long black satin gloves, sheer seamed stockings and suspenders. The skin that would normally be covered was accentuated by the gloves and stockings, covering skin that would normally be naked. The suspenders framed her dark triangle so beautifully. The light was too bright in her own eyes, too dull behind her where Anne stood to see clearly, but Anne was beautiful naked. She looked so elegant. Nicole couldn't help what happened next. She opened her mouth to breath in and the crop fell to the wooden floor. Fearfully, looking in the mirror, she saw Anne, calmly smoothing the close-fitting black satin glove up her arm. Satisfied, Anne said, without looking up, 'I warned you.' It had been too much to hope that she hadn't noticed. Nicole's heart sank, but the despair was quickly replaced by the frisson of fear.

'I...I.. didn't mean...'

'Silence. You must understand the consequences of your actions.'

Anne stood. From behind, she took Nicole's hair firmly in hand, pulling her head back. She kissed Nicole, deeply, passionately, feeling the heat in her own belly. She was enjoying this, and wanted it to last. She loved tormenting her captive, whose reactions betrayed just how much she enjoyed the torment. She stepped slowly in front of the chair, one hand in Nicole's hair, the other on her shoulder. She bent down, her face inches from Nicole's. 

'Are you ready to accept your punishment?'

'Mistress, please...'

'Are you ready?' The tone was impatient, insistent. The gloved hand in Nicole's hair tightened its grip.

'Mistress...'

'Yes or no?'. 

'Please...'

'You are only making things worse for yourself. Your obedience must be immediate.'

The hand in her hair pulled back again. Nicole was becoming genuinely afraid, she tried to reply, sobbing, the answer came.

'Yes.' 

The pressure was released. Anne felt as if she had pushed too far. She decided to give Nicole another chance, and asked again, quietly, calmly.

'Are you ready to be punished?'

Nicole looked into her eyes. The eye contact was strong, unwavering.

'Yes mistress, I am ready to be punished. I was disobedient. You warned me.'

Nicole had felt Anne's hesitation. She had not demurred through fear, but through confusion. She was uncontrollably aroused by the prospect of a new beating. It was not the pain. Nor even the anticipation now. She wanted to be corrected, to feel the approval of punishment. Anne saw her new confidence, and realised that she too had gone beyond playing a part. Nicole at last could appreciate the beauty of her friend's body. Her breasts were small, but firm; her stomach was almost flat, with just the merest hint of softness. Between her legs was a carefully trimmed patch of dark, curly hair.

Anne was aware of being watched. She hesitated for a moment, then walked behind Nicole and released the ropes. Nicole sat on the chair, her wrists still joined.

'On your knees in front of the chair. Pick up the crop in your teeth and present it to me.'

Struggling, Nicole complied, dropping the crop into the proffered hand.

'Thank you.' The chair was pulled away from behind her. 

Turn, face the end of the bed, and put your head down on the covers.'

Nicole followed the instructions, shuffling round on her knees. 

'I will give you three strokes as a taste of the crop. I suggest you count, but I will not punish you for losing count this time.' Anne knew it would be easiest for her friend to know. Nicole braced herself. Anne saw her tense, and waited.

The first stroke was hard. Nicole gasped, almost breathless with the shock. The second was as hard, but less shocking. The third and final stoke was the hardest. She had suffered almost in silence.

'Thank you, Mistress.'

'You are learning.' The response had surprised Anne. Nicole was a natural submissive. 

'Let me please you.'

Anne released her wrists, and half lifted, half pushed Nicole onto the bed, kissing and caressing her passionately, wildly. Nicole responded, her hands stroking Anne's breasts reaching between her legs, feeling the heat. Struggling on top of her friend, Anne pinned her wrists to the bed, kneeling over her upper arms and lowered herself over Nicole's face. Nicole's pleasure was expressed in muffled grunts as Anne pressed her sex into Nicole's face. Nicole was overcome by the musky scent; it was hard to believe how aroused Anne was; she always seemed so controlled. Almost instinctively, Nicole began to lap at her sex with her tongue, Anne moving to guide her. 


Deeper



Anne's climax was sudden, explosive. She stiffened and bucked over Nicole. Then she rolled sideways and was still.

Nicole was painfully aroused. She had no idea how long Anne had toyed with her, but the burning heat was insatiable. She reached down between her own legs and began to stroke her hardened clitoris. There was a contented purr in her ear, as Anne whispered, 'It's so erotic watching you touch yourself. I want to see you climax.'

The gloved hands on her breasts were soft and light, teasing and caressing at the same time. Anne kissed her, whimpering as she tasted her own arousal. Nicole came, releasing the tension violently, intensely. The gloved arms circled her chest, as Anne softly nuzzled her neck. 

'You arouse me so much, Nicole, I can't resist you. It's going to be hard to know who is the Mistress.'

'No. I can only submit to you, Mistress. You make me feel things I could never imagine. I have to be yours.'

Anne pulled the sheet over both of them as they held each other and kissed, slowly, gently. It had been a long afternoon.



Deeper



My stomach twisted and turned and twisted back again. Feet cold and hands numb. The world caved in around me, at least my tiny portion of it, and not even Master's instructions relieved the weight on my shoulders.

This was a rare thing. His attempts were always successful. Until now.

I fell to my knees before him. The bristly carpet dug in to my bare skin as I begged his forgiveness for not obeying when he hit zero, and told me to come like a little whore for him. 

"I'm sorry, Master," I pleaded under a rush of sudden tears. "I don't know why this isn't working. I want it to. Desperately. But it's just not." I took a deep breath. "I think I'm just too stuffed with worry to respond."

"That's no good," he said in a lighter tone than I'd anticipated.

Master left the room for a moment and returned with something in hand. I couldn't see what it was as he walked over to his couch. The leather squeaked as he sat, reminding me of my favorite beating implement. I squirmed the slightest bit, but it was enough.

My naked body also reacted to the thought of a beating and my temperature suddenly shifted. Completely on impulse. I loved being naked and on the ground before Master, but this day was just so different. My body responding in ways I didn't understand.

He sat quiet for a moment, as if contemplating something. 

I looked around the room. Focusing on the red walls, the full bookshelves lining the living room, smelling freshly cut strawberries on the side table, hearing his neighbor buzzing away with some sort of powered yard tool, and my mind raced with these things. I jumped when he finally spoke and broke my concentration. 

"Come here, girl," Master said with a hint of suggestion, and my stomach turned once again.

"Yes, Master."

I crawled to Master and kneeled before him again. Allowing myself to feel each tiny bristle scrape my knees as I moved. 

"Why are you closed off?"

My lower lip trembled, and I tried to stop it with my teeth.

"Speak, slut. Now."

"I'm scared, Master. So frightened that I can hardly feel anything."

"Scared of what?"

Again with the tremble, but this time, a few tears fell. I looked down to my shaking fingers and rapidly moving chest, but I couldn't feel my breath. Fear had gripped me with its icy tendrils and I had no idea what to do. 

"Everything right now, Master. There's too much going on. Too much to handle," I confessed under shallow breaths.

Master leaned into the back of the couch and pulled the item from his pocket. It was a fat, wooden paddle. I began dropping in that moment, feeling the rush of heat to my cunt and the tingles too. 

"You will feel this, dirty girl. Bend over my knee. Now."

I stared into his light eyes. The flash of blue that had grown to be such a comfort caught my breath. It was a blue I'd always associate with Master. Submission. Safety. Even if it was the current color of the sky, or that of precious stone, it would always be Master's blue. The color of pain and pleasure. 

Everything felt like fire as I inched closer to him, my cunt burning hot and moist already at the thought of being humiliated by him. 

Just before I stood to bend over his knee, Master grabbed me by the hair. Hard. Holding me still as he looked deep into me.

"You will call me Daddy."

"Yes, mmm," I began, but quickly corrected myself. "Daddy."

"Good girl," he said in a deeper tone. 

He pulled me toward his right side and I naturally slid over his lap. My bare breasts hit the cool leather, my knees on the other side of the couch, and I felt like my ass was so high it must have been in Daddy's face. A fact that made me even wetter as I thought of how humiliating it was.

"When you feel Daddy's paddle on your ass, you will start with one hundred and count down, saying one hundred, Daddy, ninety-nine, Daddy."

"Yes, Daddy," I mumbled. Already in a deep place of submission, ready to let go and let Daddy put me in my place. 

I closed my eyes and rested my cheek against the leather. The cool felt good on my warm face. I calmed my breathing before the first whack.

I came up off Daddy for a second, gasping as the paddle hit harder than I thought at such a close range. 

"One hundred, Daddy!"

He hit me again. And I jumped again.

"Ninety-nine, Daddy!"

Another strike. "Ninety-eight, Daddy!"

"I enjoy hurting girls," he said in his deepest command voice. "Pinching their nipples! Beating their slut cunt!"

Whack!

"Ninety-seven, Daddy!"

"Who's in control, bitch?"

"You, Daddy."

Daddy continued to hit me with his paddle. Each time my ass getting more sore, flaming red, I was certain. With each paddle strike, each Daddy word, I got wetter and wetter. My own moisture running down my thighs. 

The more I let go and opened to Daddy, the deeper I moved into submission. Into subspace. And the noise, the fear, it began to subside.

"You like to bring Daddy adorable little slaves. You like my boot in your cunt," he said in such a low voice I wasn't certain if it was him, or me just hearing differently as time and reality distorted.

"Yes, Daddy! I want to bring you girls, and feel your boot in my cunt!" I yelled, feeling his power move through me in waves, making me want to orgasm as I pictured the things he said. "Please, Daddy? Please hurt me more!"

Twenty more hits followed, and I continued to count down. 

The heavy impact was leaving me deeply bruised. I had no doubt. A bruise I'd feel for weeks, and therefore, feel calm every time I sat and remembered Daddy spanking me.

"Thirty-two, Daddy!"

"Thirty-one, Daddy!"

"Thirty, Daddy!"

"Twenty-nine, Daddy!"

Daddy kept his pace steady, telling me dirty things that made me hump his leg and squirm insanely as he paddled me. 

He stopped for a bit, and I begged him to continue.

"Please, Daddy! Hurt me! Please?"

Daddy grabbed my hair again, pulling my head back. 

"Open, bitch!" I opened my mouth, wishing for a taste of his sweet cum. Wanting him to fuck my face and choke me with his cock. "Spread your legs!"

I did the best I could, but being over his lap made it hard to spread. But I managed enough to feel the paddle hit my cunt on the next strike. My body was a blur of sting, humiliation, and sudden urge to come in that moment.

"Ehhh!" I cried out. A different level of pain and pleasure I'd not felt from him yet. I wasn't sure if I loved it, hated it, or both equally. "Fifteen, Daddy!"

I opened my mouth again after each time I counted, knowing that too would get me into trouble.

He struck me again in the cunt, and I came up off his lap. Almost ready to flee. 

"Fourteen, Daddy!"

"You will love each time I hit your cunt, bitch! You will feel my hard cock inside your ass, fucking you hard as I make impact! You love the pain! Don't you, slut?"

"Yes, Daddy!"

The answer took no thought. I knew I loved it. Loved feeling him fucking me in the ass, loved him beating my cunt, loved having no control as I laid over him, helpless, at his complete mercy. It was the hottest thing I'd ever experienced. 

"Please, more, Daddy?"

He struck me again, and the pain traveled down my legs. I had to move and squirm to keep the pain from becoming too much. I buried my head in my arms, under a blanket of chestnut hair whipping about as I moved. 

By the time we reached five, I could hardly keep from coming. I knew I'd be punished severely if I did before he hit zero, but part of me wanted to be punished. To have boundaries and feel safe and protected by Daddy. To be accountable. 

But I was good. I bit my lip instead, trying to keep from releasing before I had permission.

"Three, Daddy!" I screamed this time. My cunt burned so hot from his paddle, tears flooded my face, dripping onto his now wet couch. 

I whimpered and moaned, moving my ass back and forth under his paddle. Breaths shallow as I waited, pleaded for his paddle with my movements. 

Daddy struck me hard. I cried out, first with a sob, then a, "Two, Daddy!"

"You're just a fuck toy! Daddy's little fuck toy!"

"Yes, Daddy! I'm your fuck toy!"

"Feel my fist in your cunt, bitch!"

I did. Just him saying it, and I felt his fist inside me. Also still feeling his cock in my ass.

He struck me again, and my body moved as though to orgasm. I tried so hard to stay still.

"One, Daddy!"

"Feel me in your mouth too! Choking you with my cock. Cutting off your air. You will feel me until I tell you to come, bitch! In your cunt, your ass, your mouth, and you will scream and cry and come with the next strike!"

Before I could say, "Yes, Daddy!" he brought his paddle down one last time. The moment it made impact, I came like the little fuck toy I was. Screaming out, "Thank you, Daddy! Thank you, Daddy!" repeatedly as the orgasm tore through me. Filling all the painful bits of me with overwhelming pleasure and release.

Daddy placed his hand on my sacrum as I came. I orgasmed so hard I slobbered and stuttered my thank you. Then promptly opened my mouth again.

"Close your mouth, girl." His tone was softer now.

I cried so hard, still bent over his lap. Unable to do anything else.

Daddy kept his hand on me. Calming me.

"Daddy is proud of you, slut."

"Thank you, Daddy," I whimpered.

When I was able to move, Daddy helped me to sit on the couch where he'd been and then he stood in front of me. He put his legs on either side of mine and squeezed. Then he unzipped his jeans.

"Close your eyes."

I obeyed. Gasping as squirming again as I anticipated what was coming.

I heard Daddy moving, making his own noises of pleasure. He only made me wiggle more, trying so hard to stay still for him. Then I felt his cum hit my nipples, my bottom lip, and I almost came again. 

I moaned instead.

"Open your eyes," he said, and I saw he'd already zipped up his pants. "You may lick your lips."

I eagerly slurped up his salty, sweet cum. Savoring his flavor and opening to him even further.

"Thank you, Daddy."

"For what?"

"For making me come so hard, for spanking me and protecting me, for cumming on me, and for letting me be your girl."

Daddy smiled. 

"You're welcome, girl." 

He wiped away the remaining cum on my breasts, and pulled something else from his pocket. A very long, pink ribbon.

"You will wear this around your neck while in my presence, and continue to call me Daddy. Later today, we will get you a teddy bear that you will carry with you until I say otherwise."

His voice was soft now. Gentle as he let me be young again. 

The thought of the ribbon, a teddy bear in hand, they didn't make me unhappy. Embarrassed, but oddly full of joy. Another side of me had emerged. I giggled like a child, and smiled with an innocence I didn't know I had.

"Good girl," he said, and patted my head. "Now you're Daddy's princess."



Deeper and Deeper



"I want you to go on a journey with me--not with your body, but with your mind. I want you to come with me into the heart of the spiral.

"Every spiral has a heart, of course. The line of the spiral always curves inwards, inexorably drawing the eye down to the center. Whether on the shell of a snail or the groove of a record, no matter where you start to follow the spiral, you always find its heart.

"But we're going to travel down a very special spiral. This spiral only exists in your mind's eye. If you close your eyes for me, now, you'll be able to see it in your mind perfectly. It's white against the blackness of your mind, a broad expanse of pure light that slowly narrows as it goes around and around and around into the center. That's where we're going. We're going to follow the spiral path deeper and deeper until we find its very heart.

"You can imagine focusing your attention on the outermost edge of the spiral, almost as though you were stepping onto it and letting it carry you. You follow the curve of the spiral as it loops around, feeling pleasantly dizzy as you try so hard to keep your eyes from tripping onto the next groove. It's just a little tricky to keep them traveling along that slow, soft arc, instead of letting them fall right into the center, but I know you can do it.

"There's something so soothing about following the spiral as it goes around and around, always traveling inwards, always moving down towards the center. It doesn't even feel like work, really. Your mind traces the path easily and effortlessly, as if the spiral's gentle turns carry you right along with them. Even when the spiral isn't turning, it feels like it is, because your eyes follow it deeper and deeper. It's alright to give into that feeling and let the spiral spin in your mind.

"And as your eyes follow the loop around, you become aware now that the spiral is on both sides of the curve that you're following. It's almost surreal, the way that you feel like you traveled in a perfect circle, but somehow the spiral wound around to encircle you. It's as if you're standing still, watching a single motionless point, and the spiral is curling around you over and over and over again, sending you deeper and deeper into its center without any effort on your part. Almost as if the spiral has captured you.

"And as you let the spiral draw you in, further and further, deeper and deeper, you might start to feel like you're descending. You might come to feel like the spiral path slowly heads downwards, as though you're walking deeper and deeper down as you come closer and closer to the heart of the spiral. Your eye traces the soft curves around...and around...and around, and it's as though you could look up and see the spiral towering over you. But you don't want to look up right now, do you? Not when the path of the spiral is such a gentle, easy descent deeper and deeper into its center.

"Down and down, as you trace the white against black...or perhaps it's black against white? It's difficult to remember. Your mind is so focused on the depths of the spinning spiral that it just seems to be endless bands of black and white and black and white and no matter which one you trace, it still pulls you deeper and deeper down into the heart of the spiral. No matter where you look, the inward curve of the spiral is irresistible and inexorable. The deeper you go, the easier it is to go deeper and the harder it is to do anything else. And you're so very deep already...

"It feels warm and peaceful to focus your mind so intently, doesn't it? The more you follow the spiral, the more you focus and concentrate on the curve as it turns around and around, over and over and over again, the more everything else fades away. It's just you and I, traveling the path to the heart of the spiral, losing ourselves in its depths, and you can let everything else go and just enjoy the journey with me. That feels so nice, doesn't it?

"And yet, no matter how deep you go, it seems like the path keeps leading you along. Each circuit of the spiral loop takes less and less time as your focus narrows more and more; your eyes now helplessly stare so deep into the depths of the endlessly turning spiral, but you can always imagine a smaller loop inside the curve you're staring at now. The spiral descends around and around and around, deeper and deeper into infinity, always narrowing, always drawing you along, until your whole world is nothing but the journey into the heart of the spiral. You shed all your other thoughts, one by one, leaving them behind as you sink into the spiral. There's no need for them right now, not when the spiral is so fascinating.

"Deeper and deeper, down and down and down, almost as if the spiral is unspooling endlessly around you now. Closer and closer to the heart of the spiral, chasing the ribbon of white on black and black on white deeper and deeper until it's all you want to think about, all you need to think about, all you can think about. You can understand now that the more you let go of your other thoughts, the faster you can move down the spiral path and the sooner you can find its center with me. And you know that's going to feel so good, so warm and happy and peaceful to be blank and open in the heart of the spiral in your mind as it turns, and turns, and turns, carrying your thoughts further and further away as the spiral spins ever outwards and you travel ever inwards, deeper and deeper and deeper...

"And then you feel it, that perfect moment of relaxation as we reach the very center, the very heart of the spiral. It's almost like letting go of a physical weight, the way your mind goes still and blank as you reach the innermost depths of the endlessly spinning spiral. Your breath goes out in a sigh, and then becomes soft and even, regular and gentle as you relax completely and feel the spiral unwinding out all around us. The spiral wraps around you over and over and over, so many times that you can't even count them all even if you wanted to, and you don't really want to. It feels too much like work right now.

"You can imagine your body floating here, at the center of the spiral. It's as if the pull of the spiral was the pull of gravity, and here at its heart you have no weight at all. You drift gently, letting the spiral spin all around you, carrying your thoughts away as soon as you form them. Here at the center of the spiral there is nothing but my words, filling up your blank and empty mind, and that feels so good. That's just what you wanted when you set out on this journey with me, even if you didn't let yourself know it until now.

"You wanted to be filled with my words, filled with my thoughts, filled with my ideas. You wanted to be blank and open to my influence, and now it's happened and it feels so very good. Imagine me pouring pleasure into your blank and empty mind, and you can't escape it because the pleasure is here at the heart of the spiral and the spiral always pulls you down, deeper and deeper into its heart. Into the pleasure. Into my will. Feel how good that feels.

"You can feel your body shivering in bliss as the pleasure overwhelms you. There's nothing to distract you from it, and so you can feel it all the better as you float at the heart of the spiral with me. And you can always feel more pleasure. You can always feel even better. You can always open yourself up more and more to the gift of ecstasy that I provide you. Opening yourself to the pleasure, opening yourself to me. My words stroke your mind like fingers stroking your body, bringing forth more and more pleasure until you have to let go and release it all. But you wait just a bit longer, floating just a bit longer in my will so that you can build the pleasure more...and more...and more...

"And more...

"And release. That's it, letting your mind release all the pleasure in a single burst of orgasmic bliss, shaking and quivering at the heart of the spiral as you come for me, blank and open and peaceful and happy as you listen to my words, as you let them soak into your deeply hypnotized mind, as you let them make you feel so very, very good for me now.

"That's right. And because you've done so very well, I'm going to give you a little short-cut for the next time we take this journey. When you hear me say, 'heart of the spiral', you can imagine your mind just skipping one little groove along the endless curves of the spiral's depths. You just slip a little bit deeper every time you hear, 'heart of the spiral', and the journey will feel so much better because you'll go deeper and deeper faster and faster every time you listen to my words. And you want that, don't you?

"And now, having enjoyed every moment of this wonderful, pleasant journey together, it's time for us to head back up out of the spiral depths. You can easily imagine the spin of the spiral reversing, so that instead of carrying you deeper and deeper, it brings you effortlessly up and out along the spiral path. You're following the spiral up and out into the waking world now, finding your thoughts along the path where you let them lie, picking up each one as you traverse the curves faster and faster as they widen out and bring you up, up, up into a happy, rested, refreshed state of mind. You can remember this journey if you want to...or you can leave those thoughts behind as you travel back up and out of the spiral, and just remember a peaceful, pleasant trip with me that you'd like to take again sometime. It's your choice.

"And now, you're following the curve up and around as it widens and broadens, and you can see the outer edge of the spiral as you begin to wake. You feel your body stretch a little, feel your mind become more aware of the waking world, as you take one last turn around the spiral, one last turn to the very edge of it, feeling refreshed and alert as you wake for me...now."

THE END



Deeper and Deeper: Edward's First



But my worries drifted, unable to maintain their focus as my lips touched hers, first softly and then more urgently. Her hands moved from around my neck to my hair, pulling urgently. I laughed to myself, remembering the first time I had kissed her, how she had attacked me, how I had been utterly unprepared for her physical need for me. I had written it off as my predator's appeal: The scent of my skin, my perfect features. But now I felt what it must have always been. She'd always been filled with this need for me. Her body had always responded to me this way. Now it seemed impossibly cruel that I had ever denied her, that I had ever pulled away from her, kept a safe distance. After tasting the mingling of her sex and the scent of her blood, I could not pull back. There was no distance that would be safe between us ever again. I needed this girl, the girl--the only girl in the world.

So I acquiesced. I kissed her more deeply, pressing into her not because I feared losing her, or to store up what I could get before I forced myself to leave her, but because she was mine, and she wanted me. I wound my arms more tightly around her, holding my weight off her by keeping my arms as a steel cage over her frame. I whispered her name when my lips were free to do so. Kissing over her shimmering eyelids, her cheekbone, harder now--and I was harder now--to her ears. I was overcome with the desire to... bite her. Not to drain her blood, but to nibble upon the delicate, sensitive skin of her ears. I pulled back. I couldn't. My teeth, too sharp and my mouth too swimming in venom must not be allowed any exceptions. That one thing, only that, could I promise tonight.

When I broke our embrace, she laid her head upon the sand, her wild, dark hair swirling around her in the most becoming shamble. I stroked it. She laid her hand upon my face, tracing her fingers over my eyebrows, then my lids, to my nose. When she got to my mouth, I kissed her hand roughly. I was losing the battle with my self-control, and I had never felt better. Never in all my existence.

"I love you," she cooed, a different sound to her voice. It was possessive. I thrilled to it and smiled deeply. I wanted to be hers, forever. I would be. There was not helping it now. I was suddenly glad that I hadn't been stronger, that I hadn't stayed away from Forks permanently after her blood had sent me into a homicidal rage during biology.

"Love is not enough," I declared, leaning down to kiss her nose. "I love you, yes, fervently. But you are my life. You are everything now. Thank you." I kissed her hand again. 

She looked surprised, confused. "For what?"

"For choosing me." It was a statement. I felt confident, but also quiet, reverent.

A blush sprouted from her cheekbones to her neck and all the way--I noticed--to her beautiful, soft, round breasts. Ugh. It was too much. I would say I didn't deserve it, but I was past caring, just grateful that she was mine. 

Here eyes widened. She smiled deeply. Her laugh this time, too, had something extra in it. Throatier, thicker. She wrapped her legs around me and urged me closer. I could no longer refuse her. I hoped I was not hurting her. She sighed happily and buried her face in my stone neck, kissing me.

Then I felt a different sensation. Kisses, yes. But, was that her teeth? Was she nibbling on me as I had desired to nibble on her? It was ecstatic. If her caresses sent a flood of delight through my body, her bites caused a different sensation. Not pain--never pain--but a rougher, deeper throbbing that rocked my body. Everything she did seemed to have a direct line to my cock, which was pressing uncomfortably into the sand. I turned my head to give her greater access, to encourage her, and because, truthfully, I couldn't think or do anything but give in to the sensation. 

I growled. I wanted to bite her shoulder, but I marshaled what little concentration I had and refrained. Instead, I became her toy. She narrowed her eyes and growled her tiger-kitten growl again, twisting her hips into me so that my cock was brushing the soft fur of her mound. If her bites were ecstatic, the feel of my member upon her mound, so near the wetness and warmth of her sex sent me to near convulsions. I breathed raggedly. I thought I might break apart. Perhaps there was a second way to kill a vampire. And if so, I would gladly go this way. Except that it would mean I would leave Bella. And I would never do that again.

"Uh uh," she panted. "My turn, remember?"

She nudged me, trying to get me to roll over. I complied. On my back, I stared up at her. With sand matting into her long raven hair, a blush upon her cheeks and breasts, her rose nipples extended, sand glinting against her hip in the moonlight, she was a goddess. My goddess, sent to save me by some reckless angel. Indeed. I closed my eyes in a silent prayer of gratitude to that angel, for bringing me my sun.

When I opened my eyes again, Bella was looking at me. Not just in the wide, bewildered gaze I'd grown accustomed to. But narrowed, mischievous eyes. In the moonlight, I glowed, phosphorescent. She straddled my thighs, my member jutting straight and hard at her. Her eyes were leisurely, assessing, scouring me. To think I once feared to show this girl what I looked like in the sunlight. And now here she was, sitting astride me, holding me down with nothing more than her desire for me. I was crushed under it.

She took in the broad expanse of my shoulders, my chest, which heaved under her inspection. I didn't know what my face was doing--always so careful around her, always so guarded. I just watched her expression with wonder and hope. Her fingers reached out and traced my collar bone, sending soft shivers down my spine and my stomach. My cock twitched. Bella sat back, surprised. Then her eyes narrowed and she reached for my chest again. Another shiver. Another twitch. I groaned. I wanted to give her her chance, her opportunity to see me the way she'd allowed me to see her. But if she kept up this soft, gentle teasing, I would have to take her. I set my jaw, determined to give her what she wanted.

She smiled widely, her fingers drifting down my chest, floating to my nipple. "Mine," she growled in her tiger-kitten growl. I caught my breath.

Her fingers sent shock waves, building, through my body, tingling into my buttocks, down my hamstrings. I strained to hold myself down. In a swift move I could push her off me and carry her to the big white bed. But I breathed loudly through my nose, taking in all her scents and forcing myself to lay still. 

Her nail scratched across my nipple. I shivered and growled. My arms reached over my head and my chest heaved. My fingers ripped into the sand. She grinned and laughed. "Mine," she whispered and leaned down, my cock pressing into her soft mound again. I squeezed my eyes shut. She used her little kitten tongue to lick my nipple. It was excruciatingly pleasant. And then my arms were quickly around her, holding her gently to me. "Truly," I muttered thickly into her neck. 

Her hands began to move more quickly, stroking more firmly against my chest, my nipples, massaging the tight ropes of my neck muscles. I felt her breasts press against my stomach. I growled her name, impatient, near pain with my desire.

"Please," she breathed into my ear. "Just a little while longer." She scratched her nails down my stomach and I snarled.

Then she slowly moved herself up and I dropped my arms to let her. Her hands drifted to a sensitive spot just below my belly button. My head whipped to the side.

Her breath came faster. I could hear her heartbeat hammering in her chest. I could feel her femoral artery beating against my thigh. I was doing this to her. I wasn't touching her, and yet her breath was broken and panting. Her cheeks stained with red. I looked up at her, and she was staring with wonder at my cock. She shyly stroked the hair around it. I braced myself, restraining my desire to bend her and take her just now, at this moment, the animal in me growling. 

Then she leaned down to kiss the head. "Auugh," I groaned, from somewhere deep in my belly. What was this woman doing to me? I had never felt so vulnerable, despite my overpowering strength. I would do anything she wanted now, anything she asked. And then I saw how, just as I made her wet and mad with desire, she was rejoicing in having done the same to me. I could let her enjoy that moment, to take in the power she had over me.

"You're..." she sighed, and hesitated, her hot moist breath brushing across the head of my cock. I tensed for a second. My skin was always hard, unnaturally cold, and my cock, responding to her touch, to her pleasure, to my own desire, had grown. It must have been nine inches now, the bulbous head wagging up at her. I worried she would be afraid, that she would see it and see how I could hurt her. But instead, her eyes turned to me in wonder. "You're so... beautiful. So much more beautiful than I'd even dreamt."

As ever, Bella surprised me. She'd dreamt of my body? She'd fantasized about my cock? I wished I could see those dreams.

That did it.

"OK." I declared, my hand instantly on her sand-covered hips, my thumbs moving of their own volition toward her cleft. "That's enough."

In one swift move I was on my feet, holding her to me, pressing her her breasts and soft mound against my feverish body as I walked quickly into the waiting bedroom. 

*****

I laid her upon the bed. Seeing her there, the sand drifting on the white linens, I was suddenly worried. I knew what I wanted with all my heart and what had built up in my body. But would I hurt her if I gave into it? It was a question I'd asked my self every day, but it meant something different tonight, in this bed with her. Earlier on the beach, it had been enough. But would this be different? She could read the concern in my face and reached a hand up to stroke my cheek. 

"Bella," I whispered softly, kissing her hand. "I'm not even sure how to start."

But dear Bella, ever observant, had an answer. I could read it in her eyes before she said it. "I am. Lie on your back, love."

I quickly rolled onto my back, my aching, tingling cock straining up at her.

I watched as she straddled me again, this time edging closer to my cock. As miraculous as it felt to me, would this be the thing I couldn't control? And if I couldn't control it, would I do something permanent, something unforgivable to her?

Just then, her hand reached down and clasped my shaft. All the air rushed from my lungs. It was... indescribable. I grabbed onto her hips harshly and then lightened my grasp. I had to have her hips, not just because I had to have her, but I had to have a way to keep her away from me if I lost control. Her gaze, bewildered and concentrating, flickered up at me and understood. 

She returned to my cock, rubbing it along her wet--still wet? How was that possible? She was amazing. A miracle. She should be studied--lips. The sound of her pulse was drown out by my sighs and deep inhalations of breath. I couldn't get enough of her. How had I ever just kissed her and walked away?

I could sense that something more had shifted inside me, another irrevocable change. I gave up caring what my face looked like, what image I was conveying to her. I gave up trying not to scare her. Now all I could do was work not to hurt her. All I could feel was her hand upon my shaft, her.... pussy--that seemed right now, for my tiger-kitten bride--sending a flood of sensation through my body, shaking me. She may have sighed. It might have been me. 

She took me slowly, carefully into her. I was glad of that, for, even with her deliberate pace, every inch more she took of me into her wet, warm body flooded me with another wave of pleasure, clouding my head and staggering my breath. I closed my eyes to let the sensation wash over me. I lay perfectly still, afraid to unleash myself upon her. Bella was incredible. I hoped in the morning I would prove deser--

And then I couldn't think. Bella had stopped inching me into her and instead rose up a few inches and then slid back down. She did it again and again, slowly, tentatively, carefully. Thank god, for once, she was being cautious. It allowed me to wallow in our pleasure. Her wet, squishy embrace and the way her body held me made my stomach twitch and tense. It started rolling of its own accord. My hands held tight to her, letting the heat radiating from them and fill my hands with another kind of tingle. Another pleasurable ripple added to the tsunami building inside me. She mewled absently and my breathing got heavier, more erratic. She went on like this, going at her own pace, driving me slowly mad in the process, until I felt her rest her weight upon my lap. She stopped moving then. 

I opened my eyes and looked up at her. I could barely focus, closer to human sight than my extrasensory vampire vision. Her face, chest, nipples bloomed with a fresh blush, her heart beat faster. Her breathing, like mine, was loud and deep and gaining in speed. I lifted my head to look at her, caressing her thighs and running my hands down to her cleft, tickling her straining nub. She vibrated. I wondered at how she'd fit all of me inside her.

Then my head dropped back to the pillow as I felt her start a faint, almost unconscious circling of her hips upon me. 

"You can't imagine what you feel like, Bella," I groaned. I searched for a way to explain it better and then gave up. "You can't imagine how exquisite you feel."

Bella's eyes were on me, but unfocused. She reached her hands forward to my stomach and her slight circles became a rhythm, a rocking. She closed her eyes and sighed. She huffed. He breasts ever so gently swayed with her movement.

The movement was excruciating, exquisite, her warm, wet sex inviting and trembling upon me. She sighed and rolled her neck slightly, and she bit her lip. I watched her for a moment transfixed by what she was doing to me and how right and natural and yet overpoweringly supernatural she looked moving upon me like that. Her blush had spread, extending from her hairline to her nipples. She was so beautiful. 

But it quickly overwhelmed me, the sight of my beautiful, delicate wife, trusting me, moving upon me, giving me this gift of pleasure. Earlier, I had thought that that was the best I could ever feel. I added a new category: Myself inside Bella. I groaned. Her insistent but too slow for me movements sent shock wave after shock wave through me. Instinctively, my buttocks clenched and she groaned. I felt myself go deeper, if that was possible. I matched her cadence, but gently, praying I wasn't pressing too hard. The ripples of her sex upon me were feeding the tsunami that crashed upon my brain, making all thoughts obsolete, all reason useless. All awareness moot, except for this: Mine. I must take her. 

Now.

I growled, the need building stronger in me. I could no longer go at a human pace, and I couldn't stop myself from flipping her over swiftly and taking her. She gasped, bearing her teeth in a way I'd never seen before. She growled and sighed and matched each of my deep strokes with her own answering twist of the hips. Yes. More yeses. She was an abundance of yeses. I gave up fighting, gave up restraining and instead fell upon her, drove myself into her over and over again. I covered her face with harsh kisses, muttering her name between gasps, pulling at her legs until one was up over my shoulder. Was the body made for this? It was remarkable.

I moved purely by instinct now, letting her scent fill every part of me. It seemed the deeper I went, the stronger her scent became. It was drugging me, I was losing reason. I simply drove into her again. And again. And again. Over and over, feeling the cataclysmic force of her body and my body joined together, moving easily, naturally together. Bella was groaning loudly now, muttering my name in a tone that did nothing to slow my speed or force. I was gasping as well, grunting. 

She was calling my name, screaming it. It was like hunting--letting go my thoughts and control and giving myself over to the pleasure of my body. But this pleasure, with this woman, was greater than any hunt I'd been on. And the scent of her blood added just an edge of pain. 

A deep growl burst from me. I leaned down and licked her neck--better than biting, at least. Touching the tip of my tongue to where her blood pulsed wildly. I arched my back, felt Bella contract again, pulling at my cock, pulling me deeper into her as she had done on the beach with my fingers. I grabbed her breasts, placed my large palms over her snowy white skin, fell upon them with my full weight, forgetting my promises, forgetting my restraint, forgetting everything but this joy, this intense pleasure that filled every atom of my body, and kept redoubling and redoubling. How much would I take, how much could Bella give? I almost didn't care, until I looked down and saw her crushed under my weight--not crushed, but pinned, I corrected myself--and marshaled all my power now--not to stop but to lift myself, but to move my hands from her body, and to grip down on the pillows around her. I snarled as my body shook, my cock finding release, my body convulsing as wave after wave of intense sex flew from me. 

My eyes were closed tightly, my head useless. I was vaguely aware of biting something, of my mouth crushing down as my orgasm overwhelmed me. In that moment there was nothing but pure pleasure radiating out from us and then back, growing stronger and exploding. I screamed and felt the last wisp of adrenaline snake from my body.

I breathed deep suddenly, falling upon my love, my phenomenal, sexy wife. Though I couldn't sleep, I felt heavy, burdened by my release, and it took all my effort to force my body off her, slipping regretfully from her, and laid just my cheek upon her shoulder.

I sighed deeply and closed my eyes. Her heartbeat was far from normal. With effort I raised my head and kissed her throbbing temple. I had just begun the first notes of her lullaby when she drifted off to sleep.

I lay there, breathing in and out so to absorb the scent of our lovemaking, and traced my hands along her side. Because I could, and she was mine, and she had survived, I let my hands drift gently along her sternum and nipple, down her hip and along her leg. She just lay there, contented, ever trusting, deeply relaxed. She slept. Just once, she whispered my name. She smiled. As did I.

It wasn't until hours later, in the dim moonlight, that I saw the bruises start to bloom.



Deeper Cover



Diane - Now

The car moves nicely on the interstate, heading East. I have had to leave California, leave college with less than a year to finish. You see I'd got mixed up with some pretty bad people six months ago. That I got out from under is a miracle but it left me in fear of what might happen if I didn't leave Ca.

It's also six months since my father, Tom, fucked his little daughter. Don't get me wrong, it saved both our lives. It also confused the hell out of me for a month and I'm sure it did the same for Dad. But then there was his funeral and I was left distraught. One of his old colleagues in the Department took me under her wing and helped a lot.

With a little unofficial assistance from her I've changed ID and given my mother the finger. The same woman from the Department suggested the name of a nice, peaceful, back country town to live in. I did some checking and it seemed good. I'm sure in my heart that I'll find the right man there.

* * * * *

Tom - Then

"We've arranged a little entertainment for your weekend," said Marinelli, "While we sort out the final details on our side. She's young, fresh and a college girl - Enjoy!"

Marinelli liked "manly" men and the guy I was being was known to be one so, "Marinelli, you are a true Boyar - noble - on the part of my people, I thank you,"

Going into my suite I was thinking bad thoughts. I hated undercover but they needed a Russian speaker of about 45. Now I was faced with having to fuck some whore. Young would mean some 28 year old pretending to be 18, fresh meant she would have been on the job for years and College meant she might wear a cheerleaders costume. Still, there was no way out, Marinelli would be videoing the whole thing, another of his known behaviours. Why had I agreed to go back undercover? That said, pussy is pussy, I like pussy and this was free pussy.

The girl was showering, I could hear the water running in the bathroom. Her case was on the stand. It said to me the girl might be high class because it was expensive, very expensive. I'd bought one like it for my daughter when she'd gone away to College. Her mother had been mad as hell, accusing me of trying to buy 'her' girl away from her. I'd not been polite telling her that buying stuff was better than selling it. Thank god I'd been calling from my home back East, she might have killed me.

That case looked very like my daughter's and I was out West. A really bad thought came into my mind.

* * * * *

Diane - Then

I was showering to try and make myself feel clean. That bitch Mrs Sommers had trapped me, loaning her the $5000 for the car. Momma had been no help at all, she'd promised to cover her little girl then backed out. Two weeks back I'd tried calling Daddy but the was off on some job and couldn't be contacted. Then Mrs Sommers had come up with a way to clear the debt.

There was a guy coming to town on Friday and some friends of his wanted an escort for him, just 2 or three days. I'm not a fool, I knew what was meant and it would be doing nothing I hadn't done before with my boyfriends. For a couple of days that thought had comforted me but now I was here I was starting to feel dirty - inside and out.

I heard the guy moving in the main room so I got out of the shower, I was afraid he would come in and complete my degradation. The guy - the john, I corrected - called out from the main room.

"Baby, dry off then dress and come in here, your Daddy wants to play a little game with you, perhaps horsey-horsey," the accent was thick Russian, like the one my father used to put on when I was little,

In fact the guy's voice sounded very like my father's and horsey horsey was what we played back before the divorce. But dad was back East - and unavailable like he used to be when undercover. Could he have gone deep again? Fearing the worst I called out,

"Your little girl will be ready soon, your little Baby Yaga," the last was a teasing name he had had for me when I had been naughty,

* * * * *

Tom - Then

I had looked through the case and found the little charm she had worn as a child. I called out hoping against hope that she would know my voice. Was this some elaborate joke on the part of Marinelli? But it was not the mans style. He might rape and torture her before killing us both but he would not countenance incest. Marinelli thought of himself as an honorable man.

When Diane had called back her pet name I felt a little relief that she suspected my identity. Confirm it then; Babayaga, the Russian witch, was famously ugly so tell her,

"I bet you are nearly as beautiful as Babayaga,"

"Oh my, big Daddy, the things you do come out with!" I heard her say, and knew she had caught the reference,

I put a chair in the centre of the room, right beneath the big air conditioning vent. She would be able to whisper in my ear with little risk of it being picked up. I waited for her to come in wondering how long my daughter had been a whore. It had been two years since I had last seen her.

When she came in she was wearing a little, black, shoulderless dress that hugged her figure in all the right (wrong?) places. Her hair was carefully dyed blonde and piled in a mass of curls, on her feet were six inch spikes that she was obviously used to. Ivan Gordeovich Bragovski, the guy Marinelli knew me as, was obviously worth keeping sweet. She was so delectable I found myself rising to the occasion. Stop it, I thought at my cock, she's your daughter.

"Come here and sit on your daddy's knee," I said aloud,

"I've been very naughty, daddy," she said touching her luscious lower lip with one finger, and walking towards me,

Spikes like those should be banned. A woman wearing them moves like a wet dream. She shimmied over to me and sat on my lap. Despite my silent cursing my cock was rock hard. My darling daughter wiggled her shapely little tush making herself more comfortable.

"You will be gentle with me, you're my first," she said in a fake little girl voice, before adding in a slightly different tone, "Honestly,"

"You must not tell all your secrets like that, whisper to me, tell me what a naughty girl you been,"

"Oh, daddy!" she said, and put her lips to my ear whispering, "I guess you're undercover so the people we're mixed up with are pretty bad,"

"Yeah, baby tell me more," I said for the benefit of listeners,

"The room is bugged?"

"More, baby, much more,"

"Video?"

"So right, baby,"

"Shit!" she paused, "If they find out I guess we're in deep trouble, then"

"You kill me, baby,"

"Oh God," her breath tickled my ear as she thought, "How we going to get out of this?"

To be truthful I had been tried to think a way round it but nothing had come to mind. Gordeovich was known to be a sexual athlete, there was no way he would settle for just a cuddle. If I knocked her out because she insulted me Gordeovich would still have used her before discarding her, then Marinelli would probably have had her beaten and raped for insulting his guest. If she laid me out Marinelli would have her beaten, raped and killed. Breaking cover wasn't an option neither was trying to sneak out of the hotel now. We might have managed it later but later would be too late. Shit I hated undercover!

* * * * *

Diane - Then

"I tell you what's going to happen, Baby," and he leant forward to whisper in his normal voice, "I'm going to have to fuck you, love. Fight me, please fight me, it will make you feel better - but lose. Anything else an Marinelli will give you to his soldiers,"

When he made it clear what was going to happen I almost fainted, I thought I had escaped of being a whore and here was my own father saying I had to be one. A father is supposed to protect his little girl from that. But his hand was already mauling my breasts squeezing them through the layers of material. It felt good. Half heartedly I tried to beat him off, but he grabbed my hands pinning them behind me with one of his while continuing the rape of my breasts with the other.

The front of my dress was pushed down and he roughly hauled a breast out devouring the nipple sucking so hard and drawing in so much of the flesh it nearly hurt. It's incest, oh god, its incest, but all I could do was cry out in shock. Then I felt the nipple hardening. This couldn't be happening, my body couldn't react to my fathers touch.

Then I realized I'm not fighting as hard as I could. My body was betraying me and some little voice inside my head whispered to me that it might be good. The hand was under my dress, feeling the garter belt the naked flesh of my thighs. The thong was pressed into the damp flesh of my pussy. I wanted to give in, it felt so right.

Then I remembered his words "Please fight me . . ." and I knew he needed me to resist. He didn't want to have his daughter acting like a slut and like me he was frightened of what he felt. I struggled more thrashing my legs.

"Let me go I'll do anything, anything but that," I shouted and he pushed me roughly to the floor his hand grabbing my hair,

"Prove it," he said, "Eat me, whore,"

I unzipped him, took him out, he was so big. I wanted to taste it but he must not know that. I held back but his hands were too strong pulling me toward it. I licked him, the shaft and head tasting the drop of pre-cum. I covered him with my saliva then took him in my mouth stretching to fit my mouth over him. I sucked the head and rubbed him with my hands. My tongue toyed with the little slit. I buried him in my mouth but I could not get even half way down it. I felt it jerk, I sucked hard, rubbed and teased. He came, the thick spurts hitting the back of my throat. I wanted to swallow but didn't, I sat back looking up at him with the cum leaking out and dripping on my breasts.

Stay hard, stay hard, I prayed,

* * * * *

Tom - Then

I pretended I had hoped that her giving head would sate me, but it didn't. I was still hard, harder than before, if that was possible. Looking at her face with my jism oozing out lets something loose in me. I pretended it is my cover persona but it wasn't.

"Swallow it!" I ordered, and she did,

Moving behind her I mauled her breasts again, massaging my sperm into generous flesh. Her zip came down but the dress didn't so to I turned her and ripped it from her. The force of that movement made her stagger into me. I felt her breasts against my chest. The nipples were bullet hard.

I grabbed her hair with one hand, pulling her head back so that I could ravage her lips. I forced my tongue into her mouth and tasted myself in her. Her tongue responded shyly to me. Surely she wasn't be wanting this?

My other hand was at her pussy, forcing the cloth of her thong into her crack and she was so wet. Is she ready for me? I grabbed the top of the garment and tugged it cruelly upwards, using the cloth to mash her clitoris into her. I jerked and jerked with the panties and bit her breast. Her body stiffened, writhed and came. I looked at her as she did and wanted her more.

Threw her to the bed, her legs hanging over the edge. I crushed her between myself and the mattress. My prick fitted into the ass crack and I slid back and forth. The thong irritated me so I broke it. In my head was the thought that I mustn't cum in her pussy. Even if she were on the pill, it fails one time in 20. I knew I mustn't make my daughter pregnant.

Trying to prepare her I thrust my fingers into her sodden snatch to lubricate them. Did she cum again? I hoped so for I eased first one then two and at last 3 fingers into her rosehole. She screamed out "Daddy! daddy!" and I hoped it was from pain.

My prick thrust into her pussy, covering itself with her juices. I used her breasts to pull her onto me two, three, four times. She fitted me perfectly, I had never had pussy like it. I wanted to cum in her but dared not. Pulling out I targeted the smaller hole.

"Daddy, daddy! please not there, please daddy!" she cried but I am already in that exquisite tightness,

I took my daughters ass and my belly slapped against the gorgeous fullness of her buttocks. At last I came, but even as it happened I knew it was not enough.

* * * * * 

Diane - Then

I had had orgasms twice and it was not enough. He had stretched my ass with his fingers wider than ever before. Then he had plunged into my willing pussy and it felt so good. Then he had plunged into my rectum I didn't want him cumming there. But I wanted him in my pussy. I wanted him to cum in me, to fill me with his seed.

But I felt him throb, jetting into my bowels, so as he withdrew I rolled over and seized the massive cock in my hands. If he was soft he soon would not be. Wonder of wonders, he was still ready despite cumming twice. He wanted to cum in me as much as I wanted him to.

"I want you in my pussy," I said, "I want you to fill me. Your whore wants you to fuck her. Your little girl needs to be filled with your spunk,"

My darling daddy stood and I knelt before him. Licking his balls, I sucked them into my mouth. I rubbed his length, all his length, took it in my mouth again. I didn't care where it had just been, he had to make more sperm for me, just for me.

He lifted me, tenderly, grasped my ass-cheeks and lifted me higher. I felt his length rubbing along my puffy, wet slit and my swollen clit. I wrapped my legs round him and lifted myself a little away from him. Supported and stretched by his hands on my tight ass, I reached down and fitted the head to my hole.

"I want it daddy," I whispered and he dropped me onto his dick,

I started to cum as he manipulated me up and down. He filled me like no other man I had ever had. I moaned and cried. We fell to the bed. It seemed that each time he shafted me I came. I kept cumming and cumming each one bigger than the last. I lost track of time, he just kept going, pushing his gristle into me. At last it was too much he must cum or I will die. I called out,

"Spunk me, cum, do it . . ." and more,

Then he did, digging into me as deep as he could go, mashing my clit, throbbing against my g-spot. I crashed into the finest orgasm of my life,

* * * * *

Tom - Now

It's six months later and I am still cumming, jacking off as I break my final taboo and cumming inside my daughter when my daughter begs for it. I remember how we collapsed completely spent. Then there is the morning when I am woken by my little slut daughter riding me and milking me gloriously her breasts bouncing until I grabbed them. We had two days and three nights together and she played the part of my little fuck-slave the whole time.

Marinelli gifted me the DV-R's because he was so happy with the deal we made. I got out on the Monday with the disks, the information the Department wanted and my daughter hanging on my arm.

We had split up partly for her own safety and partly because I was terrified of what I might do. She went back to her lodgings. I promised to visit her but the Department psych decided pull me out and then retire me. The information I got cost the mob $12 million. Officially Ivan Gordeovich died in hospital after being mortally wounded in a shoot-out. About the same time minor public servant, me, died after a massive heart attack. My daughter didn't attend the funeral but I wasn't surprised at that.

I ended up here in the backwoods. I've been a good hobbyist cabinet maker for years and I've sharpened up my skills since. There is a woman coming to pick up a piece I made today. I decide to shower and hear someone drawing up. Looking out I see a car with a U-Haul, it must be her. The car's window is open so I call down,

"Just freshening up, come right in,"

"Ok," I hear faintly,

She goes in downstairs as I shower. I towel off and go to meet my customer. She is in the shade at the back of the parlor looking at the crib she has bought. Her face is hidden by a scarf and dark glasses and for a moment I feel a little fear. Could it be a hit?

But hitmen are never six or seven months pregnant. She looks at me and strokes her stomach. I see her smiling happily and I recognise her at last. How has she found me?

"I've been very naughty, Daddy," is all she says and I take her in my arms again.



Deeper, Darker



The long and flimsy white curtains bluster in the breeze of the huge open windows, and the moonlight plays with their shadows on the floor. My eyes adjust to the darkness, but I can already feel Her. My Queen is in the room, in Her bed. My heart races.

She lies there naked, Her arms stretched out and one leg slightly bent. I can almost hear Her smile, for She knows I am staring at Her form. She knows I am growing hard, despite fighting the urge to fall to my knees.

I am naked as well, except for two currently unattached ankle shackles. I am throbbing, and my breath quickens and shortens when I hear Her song of a voice. It lilts, because it's playing with me.

"My pet has needs..."

I look down at the floor. "Yes, my Queen."

"Has My pet completed all of his tasks for the day?"

"I have, my Queen."

I hear Her rise up on Her elbows to look at me. 

Strangely, I can't lift my face to gaze at Her yet. Her voice still has that sound to it, that playfulness that sends me over the edge, but there's a touch of concern too. I imagine Her brow is furrowed just a bit. "You need to profess something to me?"

"Yes, my Queen."

"Please, tell me."

"My Queen....I don't know what to say."

There is a bit of admonishment. "My pet is sure of himself, and I know My pet will maintain his station."

"Thank you, my Queen." I meet Her eyes in what I feel is too bold, but I want to be strong for my Queen, and She deserves to see my eyes. "My Queen, my urge is strong. I want so badly, so very badly, to be inside you."

"Mmmmm," She emotes, and I get slightly dizzy. "You want to be in that deep dark place with me, do you?"

"Yes. I want that communion with you. And..." I pause. "I want to bring my Queen pleasure."

"That last urge is strong in you."

"It is, my Queen. I am for you."

Then, my heart almost literally drops to the floor as my Queen brings Her ankles up and Her knees to the side, unfolding paradise before me. She is glistening in the moonlight, and Her scent makes its way to my nostrils. There is no world outside this room; there is no need for anything else. "Come to me, my brave pet. Let me wrap my legs around you as you drive into the deepest parts of me."

My cock pounds my pulse as it drips for Her; I walk to the edge of the bed. I crawl a little toward Her and taste Her nectar with my lips and tongue as I move up Her perfect body. Her back arches at that contact, and Her breasts now high, are there to feed me.

I feel the tip of my cock suddenly warm and wet. I close my eyes, even though they could take in the beauty below me, but I want to feel everything as I enter Her. Slowly, inch by inch, She takes me in. She is hot and tight and enclosing. Soon, I am fully inside Her and I can almost explode from the joy in my heart. A tear drops from my eye onto Her left breast.

That breaks the spell I'm under. I bend down to lick it from Her, and swallow Her nipple with sudden abandon. I begin to move inside Her, out and in, with ever increasing speed and tenacity.

My Queen's legs wrap around me and Her arms are on my shoulders and arms, my back. If love could spontaneously cause orgasms my Queen would have instantly died a thousand times over from rapture.

I feel Her insides, and I am home. The breadth and depth of my contentment in the midst of mounting passion is a paradox, but my mind isn't in the mood to contemplate. I only want to do two things: make my Queen cry out in ecstasy, and leave part of me forever inside Her.

My Queen rakes my back with Her nails, and I pound my cock into Her all the harder. She leans up and sucks my nipples HARD, bites them and I go insane. She wants all of me, even and maybe especially in this, and I want nothing more than to give it to you.

I can feel my scrotum shrink and my cock grow inside Her. My Queen is bucking hard against me, and I can tell She's close.

She's whispers between coos and moans. "Cum inside me, my pet. I want to feel it."

I look down on Her, gritting my teeth. My body shakes and convulses as I slam into Her, my cock so deep inside Her and Her clit receiving the rhythmical attention. Five more thrusts....

Four more, She heaves Her breasts against my chest.

Three more, She wraps Her arms around my back. Two more, She digs Her ankles into my ass, pushing me deeper.

One more, I scream.

I erupt inside Her; I empty myself in convulsion after convulsion, spilling into Her. She does feel me, for the repeated jets inside Her send Her over the edge. She grips all of me and moans over and over again. She cries out and Her body is out of control. I stay there, hopefully an anchor as She rides it out, even as I send more of myself into Her.

I look down on Her absolute beauty as She rides the wave, and I stay as still as I can, as strong as I can.

She rides the wave, and it carries Her past the crest. I finally collapse on top of Her and move a bit to the side. I close my eyes, still buried deep inside Her, and hear Her sighs and coos and feel Her fingers in my hair. Heaven has nothing on where I am this moment.

Our sweat mingles as our hearts beat together. Our souls entwine as our bodies do.

We remain like that for some time, of which means nothing to me. Days could pass and I wouldn't care. My Queen shifts a bit and laughs softly. "Oh my, my pet is strong tonight."

I am still hard inside Her and laugh in spite of myself. "I guess I am, my Queen."

"Hmmm. Perhaps you have further needs?"

There's a quiet, because I am again afraid to speak. How do I tell Her without being out of place? What is proper? Despite my reluctance I am sure in the fact that my Queen will tell me and I will learn. Learning to be better in Her eyes is a continual process and one I always look forward to.

My face is in the nape of Her neck, smelling Her sweet sweat, my nose pressed up against Her damp skin in an almost primal, desperate fashion. My cock twitches, She notices. My desire for my Queen and my yearning to please Her waned for only a moment after climax, but my passion has reignited. I only manage two words. "Deeper. Darker."

My eyes open and look down Her body. Her chest is still rising and falling quicker than usual, and Her nipples are taut in the cool night air. Her left hand moves up and down Her body, Her fingers tracing Her belly button, the narrow strip of hair leading down to ecstasy.

Time is having its way with me still, for it seems that the words that come out of Her mouth make it up to the ceiling and back to my ears more quickly than the four close inches between Her lips and my ear. "Yes. I will grant you. You need it, I want it."

I prop myself up on my left elbow, close to Her beautiful face, ready to shower it with kisses of love and gratitude. There's a gleam there though, and a small upturn to the edges of Her lips. "But," She says, "you must clean up your mess first."

My eyes widen, first with a little surprise and then a strange happiness. I slide down Her body, and my cock slips out of Her with a wondrous gushy sound. I trail kisses down Her belly, past Her mound, until I behold what I sometimes refer to as the Royal Pussy. I smile, like an innocent child on Christmas morning.

I see Her stickiness and my mouth salivates. I think She pushes out a little, for then I see my cum ooze out of Her.

With long, slow licks, I clean the Royal Pussy. I take our mingled juices gladly into my mouth and swallow them. I revel in the blend of pungence and salt, of sweetness and blandness. I thrust my tongue as far inside as I can, coaxing as much out as I can. I lick Her lips, Her clit, and Her appreciative moans are like distant wind chimes.

My tongue pierces Her anus, that gorgeous puckered hole that drives me into fever. I slather it, wanting to slick it up. I push my tongue in as far as I can, ignoring the welling in my chest.

"I'm ready," I hear and sit up. I watch my Queen turn over on Her stomach, placing a pillow underneath Her. She's flat on the bed otherwise, legs splayed and Her arms above Her head. Her eyes are closed, and suddenly She looks asleep. Perhaps Her contentment matches my own.

I move between Her legs and drive my purple cock into the Royal Pussy. It's so slick, and I coat myself with Her juices. Then, I brace myself over Her with my left hand as my right takes hold of my cock and places it at the opening to Her deepest, darkest place.

I ease the head of my cock in, and instantly have to fight the urge to plunge into Her. I let my Queen feel just a little of me, allow Her to get used to such an invasion.

Then a little more, just an inch, and my willpower is being sorely tested. I wait, until I hear a barely audible expression of air. I push further into Her, a few more inches.

Her breathing is deep but even. I take a moment to look down upon Her, Her strong pale back, Her exposed neck and Her golden trusses. Slowly, I push the rest of my cock into Her, pushing as far as I can go. My right hand braces me on the other side of Her body, and we're only connected by my cock in Her precious ass.

I wait, though it is bliss. I am inside the deepest, darkest part of my Queen. It is the most decadent, dirty, and wonderful feeling in the world.

She whispers, "Now, my pet."

I pull out slowly and then press back in. I hear a throaty, "oh" from my Queen and that spurs me on. I begin to withdraw and thrust into Her with a slow but deliberate pace, trying very hard to ignore the blessed pressure on my cock. I try to set aside the profundity of the occasion and give in to my base instincts.

My arms are tiring slightly, but I move for other reasons. I move down to my elbows, and my arms go under my Queens body, crisscrossing. My right hand grabs and squeezes my Queen's left breast and my left does the same to Her right. We are now body to body, my chest to Her back, my pelvis to Her ass. The only movement is my tilting faster and faster into Her and my hands gripping Her breasts in time.

Her moans increase, my passion builds. Her hands claw at the sheets; I kiss and lick Her shoulder, Her neck, my nose deep within Her matted hair. Her legs below the knees move over and back through mine, wrapping further around me.

Here we are, so completely joined, and my willpower is fading. I need to empty myself into Her, I need that so very badly. I pierce Her over and over again, grunting into Her skin and She gasps back at me.

Finally, Her right hand comes up and Her fingers clutch my hair. She screams and I squeeze and thrust. Over and over again, in time, I don't slow or stop.

My cock drives into the most sacred part of my Queen, and She is riding wave after wave of orgasm. The heat coming from Her body is almost too hot too touch, but my skin is connected to hers so much and I don't mind being burnt by Her.

She hits another peak, a particularly frantic one, and I lose control. With one final body thrust I erupt inside Her. I grip Her breasts tightly to hold onto Her as well as reality. I am spilling into my Queen, into the deepest and darkest parts of Her, and I will forever be inside Her. That singular thought brings a smile to my tense and fevered face. Over and over again, my involuntary spurts coat Her insides as mini-shockwaves continue to pound Her. My arms are shaky and I'm certain my elbows have created permanent divots in the mattress.

I'm breathing heavily across Her right shoulder blade, my cock twitching inside Her gorgeous ass. She feels each twitch with over-heightened sensations and Her breath reacts accordingly.

I never want to move. I want to stay like this forever.

Making sure my weight isn't a burden on Her, I stay there as my cock finally shrinks inside Her. Her moans become sighs and eventually pleasant lyrical humming. My eyelids are heavy, though I am still Her pet and thus still at Her beck and call.

"My wonderful, wonderful pet...."

"Thank you, my Queen."

"I think it is I who should thank you."

My smile touches Her back. Our now matched breathing begins to slow.

Finally, She tells me. "Get cleaned up, and then draw me a bath. I wish to be pampered."

"As you wish, my Queen," I say with ultimate happiness in my heart.



Deeper: Garth & Courtney



It all started innocently enough. Garth and Courtney had the windows open and the warm May breeze brought in the cool of the evening. The smell of flowering trees was heavy in the air. They say on the edge of the king size bed, looking at the unpacked moving boxes, and beyond our across the Boston Bay through the huge paned window of the loft. The waterfront of Charleston was lit orange by the setting sun. 

"To our own apartment," Garth said.

Courtney held up her longneck. "To our own apartment," she repeated, smiling. After a long drink she laid the bottle to the side of her neck and then drew a hand across her brow. "I'm hot," she said. 

"I've been known to have that effect on women," said Garth, trotting out the old line in a mock-serious tone to reinforce the campy sentiment. Courtney gave him a shove, playfully. He pushed back and they started to tussle. 

That was when they heard it. It was a woman's voice, moaning. Nearby. Through the wall. Again. Moans of pleasure. 

Courtney looked at Garth, eyes wide, and raised an eyebrow. Then she giggled. 

"Ohhhh yes," came the voice. And then there was a thud against the wall. Garth and Courtney each fliched. 

The rooms were high-ceilinged lofts in a converted marble warehouse. The walls, dropped in by the slapdash developer to transform it into a yuppie co-op, were not structural, just a lightweight wallboard. 

Another thud, and a definitive creaking, as of a boxspring. Another and again and now there was a rhythm to it. Garth and Courtney were both smiling now, quiet, listening, and the woman's voice rose. 

"Oh yes. Ooh yes. Oooh yesss." In rhythm, rising in pitch. Garth and Courtney looked at each other, shocked and enraptured by their accidental voyeurism. Almost unconsciously, they had turned and crawled up to the headboard of the bed, and laid their heads against the wall to listen. 

"Oh yes, oh fuck me, fuck me with that big love stick… deeper… YES! Oh God, oh God you're huge tonight you're... oh Yesss…"

"This is so hot," whispered Courtney. 

"Oh… yess…. Let me feel that big Italian cock… deeper…deeper… pound away, baby, pooouuunnd meee…." In gasps punctuated by the steady thump of the headboard against the wall now. 

"Why don't you talk like that?" Garth asked, devilishly.

"Oh, I could," Courtney whispered demurely, "but I didn't think you liked such forward women." And while whispering, she reached her hand down into his shorts, deftly freeing his great erect member. He shimmied a bit and his shorts rode down below his hips. "I could talk like that, but it's just that so often I can't…" Courtney said, looking him in the eye while sliding backwards towards the foot of the bed, "… because my mouth is so full of cock." And she jammed her head down, engulfing his rod, held one for one glorious, white-lipped moment, and then with a small gag, sat up and began long plunging strokes, her hand around the base of his member, rubbing his balls. 

Garth was in heaven, listening to the high, Italian screams next doow and mussing his hands through his fiancée's hair. He was quickly losing control, and he pulled her up, kissing her deeply, loving the soft, supple feel which cocksucking gave her mouth. 

Her clothes were off in an instant and she lay on her back, looking up, and said, "Put him to shame." She always did have a competitive streak.

They did their best to kill each other, on that new bed, creaking and banging, sometimes in rhythm and sometimes out, with the thuds coming through from the other side of the wall. Eventually the thuds on the far side stopped, and Courtney, uncharacteristically, yelled, "Keep fucking me, baby!"

There was a bang on the wall, as of a fist, which made Garth look up, and Courtney hissed, "Keep fucking me, don't you stop…"

There were more raps, a real knocking now, and Courtney turned her head in passion and pride and yelled, "Can't you hear I'm busy!"

Then she let out a deep soulful moan and Garth, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment and his wife's ardour, came forcefully and collapsed down onto her still heaving chest. 

Soon, Garth rolled over and Courtney threw on a linen robe and went to the windows. She threw Garth a knowing wink and said, "I think we're gonna like it here." Then she put her head through the open, screenless window frame and took in the dusky night. 

At that moment, the window in the next apartment opened. A little, raven-haired thirty-something woman leaned out. She looked at Courtney and then made eye contact.

"I hear you are our new neighbors," said the woman, smiling demurely.

"It's nice, I guess," said Courtney, looking for the right words, "to meet you in person." 

"It is Springtime, you know," the woman said.

"Spring…" 

The woman started to withdraw, then leaned out again. "I forgot, we have a housewarming gift for you," she said, turning with a smile.

"That's sweet, but there's no need…"

"It's champagne, and if we don't give it to you soon, someone here will drink it!"

"Alright, thanks. Anytime."

"Really? Can I bring it now?"

"Umm…"

"I'll give you a minute."

"Ok"

"Buh-bye"

Half an hour later there was a knock at the door. She was perhaps thirty, with small breasts and strong, curving hips. He was a little older, with a strong build and Italian features.

They toasted the new loft, and new friends. Courtney was in a robe, Garth in jeans and a t-shirt. They drank the champagne.

"This is wonderful champagne," said Courtney

"Actually, it's prosecco. We were in Italy this summer and after we discovered this we couldn't get enough. I think we spent the second week floating on prosecco. We brought some cases home, and it's great on a warm night."

Courtney took another mouthful and collapsed back against Garth with a little sigh of pleasure. "I am such a sucker for good champ… I mean prosecco!" she said. 

"You'd better be careful or Courtney will be over the next time she hears a cork pop…" said Garth. 

"I think we heard one of those earlier!" Fleur snapped back, then blushed and blurted out, "oh, I'm sorry, it that rude? I don't mean to be rude, but these walls…"

But Courtney was already laughing, convulsing in uncontrollable giggles, and it infected all of them. "I heard some… popping… too." She said between breaths, "I'm sorry, I can't help it." 

"Was that a double magnum I heard?" joked Fleur in mock surprise, then fell gracefully across her knees, head shaking and hair dancing as she held her sides. 

Courtney finally caught her breath and said, "Well. My goodness. All that talk about cock popping… I mean corks…" and all four started in to laugh again until the tears rolled from their eyes, as Courtney kept spouting, "Corks, I meant corks, oh damn…" Amid the laughter Courtney and Garth were flung together and pushed each other gently on the couch. The tension had left the room, and the warmth of the wine set their muscles at ease. Garth squeezed her ribs and rubbed the sides of her hips casually as the feigned their lack of control amid the laugher. Courtney flopped back into his arms and the tie of her silk robe loosened, such that when she sat up to focus again on her guests, her chest and left breast were in plain sight. She held out her glass and said, "Oh my. I think I need another tipple."

Fleur raised an eyebrow as she reached for the bottle, and Courtney looked down. "Oh dear," she said. 

"A nipple for a tipple," said Fleur, and then, "don't worry, we're kind of exhibitionists ourselves."

There was a long pause, and the room got quiet as the implications of Fleur's comments left the party speachless for a moment.

BRRRING! The silent man's cell phone went off loudly, and he stood up quickly, fumbling in his pants pocket and then pulling it out. He held it up close to his eyes to silence the ringer, but everyone else's gaze was fixed a little lower. The light, pleated slacks he wore pulled taught by a monumental cylendar which stood straight out and then curved thickly downward, pulled by down by the taught pressure of the fabric. He switched the phone off, and then looked at his hosts, saying, "I'm sorr…" but he did not finish the word before he saw the slack-jawed look of amazement in Courtney's eyes, and feeling the throbbing pressure knew the show he'd put on. He turned quickly back-to, saying "I'm sorry about that too," while Garth and Courtney could see his arms moving quickly to smooth his pant-front, while facing away. 

"Wowsers," said Courtney, a little too breathlessly, and then, "No, really, it's OK. I guess I started it." Fleur was silent, and Garth was shaking his head a bit and staring at the floor, surprised that he was feeling his own cock harden at this development. Courtney was similarly affected, feeling a warm, silken wetness between her legs and still a bit shellshocked at the sudden vision of cockdom she had just glimpsed at such close range. And so, Courtney began to talk to keep from saying what was really on her mind, which was, "I can't believe how big that thing was!"

"You know, I've always thought it was a little unfair," said Courtney, prattling on while the silent man was still working to smooth himself, "that women get judged by their breasts each and every day, that they are always out on display to see who's who, so to speak, but with men, it's only at the beach or the pool, and even then only with the European men or competitive swimmers. Sure, it's not comfortable to have your bust-size known, but that's the way of it and by high school people get used to their lot in life. Poor men are never brought out of the closet, so to speak, and so they go through life never really knowing where they stand, and of course when a breast slips loose it's just a little slip, but if a man gets caught bouncing an erection around, everyone blushes! I mean, it's a little embarrassing, not that you have anything to be embarrassed about with that mountain, uh, I mean member… uh, with the way you are, but I…"

And by now the silent man was seated, with a hand raised for her not to feel embarrassed. Even seated, with the other hand in his lap, Courtney could see the long barrel of his member lying parallel to his left thigh, held down level with his pantleg by the pressure of his wrist at the base. He was trying to be nonchalant, but there was no hiding his wonderful endowment. Fleur came into the conversation to say, "You know what, I think you're right. I think we should make men wear Speedos to the prom, and we should show ‘em a good porno in the limo so we'd get the real deal when they walked in." 

"Yes, and then we wouldn't be embarrassed when we saw something like, well… I could just say, ‘What a nice penis you have,' and be done with it." 

The silent man nodded in thanks and smiled a warm and relaxed smile. 

"It is a nice one, isn't it?" said Fleur. "I'm sure yours is very nice too," she said to Garth.

"I'm just going to stay seated, if it's all the same to you." Said Garth, smiling.

"My we're like old friends with no secrets, now." Said Courtney.

"Well, there is one thing," said Fleur. And she paused.

"Go on," said Courtney.

"No, no, it's too much. We only just met you, and…" 

"Go ahead, we can a bottle of our wine," said Garth.

"Well, it's just that I think we've raised the tension to a level where this night is going to be hard to forget. And I think I might find it just a little hard sleeping, and you might too, and then will we tap on the wall every time and wonder what's happening on the other side? I mean, sometimes imagination can be more shocking than seeing…" 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well," she said, and she slid a hand across and rubbed the silent man's cock, "Lazlo and I here are pretty free spirits, and if it would help you sleep a bit to have a little more revealed and a little less imagined, I mean, I think we might be willing to put on a little show."

"A show?"

She laughed, and said, "No, just, I must say, the second we get back home, we're gonna do it again, and you're probably going to hear it, and wonder, so maybe we can just stay over here in the corner for a minute and you guys can open some more wine, or not, or whatever?"

"Is this…" started Garth.

"I don't know what it is, let's not name it…" and then there was a brief pause and she reached over and kissed the silent man. It was a long, deep kiss, and Garth and Courtney looked at each other. Each felt their stomach drop and a surprising and awesomely pleasurable tingle in their loins, followed by a hard, insistent pulsing. Fleur was back-to now, and the man has opened her shirt and was sucking at her breasts while his hands roamed and massaged her legs and ass. She flung her head back and shivered her long hair down her back. Neither was looking at Garth and Courtney, and they sat silently for a moment. Garth was paralyzed. Then he started a hand towards Courtney but she was up and into the kitchen in a flash. He followed her. 

In the kitchen, he caught her and she was giggling and her eyes were wide, "What the fuck is happening?!" she said, "Is this really happening? For real?" and he looked back at her and said, "I think it is." And he kissed her promptly and hard on the mouth. Then he took out and opened a bottle of red wine, and poured two glasses. Courtney took more of a glug than a sip, and winked at him and then tiptoed to the edge of the doorway. She peered around, then snapped her head back and mouthed, "OH MY GAHD" to Garth, with a look of incredulity. He came up and peered around and she looked too and this is what they saw:

Fleur was kneeling on the sofa cushion and the silent man was facing her, in profile to the door, his pants on the floor and his shirt unbuttoned. One of Fleur's hands was braced on his far hip, and the other struggled to encircle the base of the largest erect cock either of them had ever seen in real life. It was strong and tan, perhaps ten to twelve inches long, not freakish or bent, but like the perfect specimen of penile perfection, one and half times life-size. The juxtaposition of the veined, throbbing obelisk with the fine features and hands of Fleur made Garth's mouth go dry. Fleur was staring at it, taking a deep breath as before diving to the bottom of a pool, and her mouth was hanging slack and open as she inhaled. Then she fell on it, with a hunger and avidity that was palpable across the room. In disappeared the cock, quickly gone the head, then four, five, six inches of the shaft. She paused for just a beat, and raised her shoulders and neck, while drawing his cock down to the horizontal. Her whole torso was lined up straight, eyes wide, parallel to his long member, and then she pushed forward again, with resistance for a moment and then with small groan her mouth was amazingly down at the base touching her own fingers, the entire length consumed. She held for a moment while he moaned lightly and then withdrew, gave a small cough, and began stroking his cock vigorously with her hand while, with the other, she wiped away a long thin trailer of pre-cum that was drawn out from her bottom lip to the tip of his crown. 

"DID YOU SEE THAT" Courtney mouthed. And then "DEEP THROAT IS AMAZING." Again with overdone enunciation. She could feel that she was dripping wet between her legs. As they watched, Fleur began to feel herself, inserting her fingers, and moaning. Fleur then looked across the room and smiled, and withdrew her hand.

"C'mon honey, c'mon like this right like this, I don't want to muss the sofa myself," she said to the silent man. And she increased the pace. His breathing increased as well. Then she went in for another impaling lunge, and Garth swore he could see the top of her throat bulge when she went to full volume at the end. Out and back and then slurping at the sides and with a twisting motion of the wrist, she kept a variety rhythm, until at last, he groaned out loud, and then louder and his hips flexed and she plunged far down and he convulsed once, twice, and then she pulled back a bit as he convulsed a third time, and then she say up and another convulsion threw a long string of cum up onto her chest, which she clasped and then clasped him to her. It was over, and Courtney and Garth were flush-faced and overcome with the sight of their passion. 

After some deep breaths, Fleur stood demurely. "May we use your bathroom to clean up?" she asked, and Courtney pointed meekly to the doorway. 

When the bathroom door closed, Garth and Fleur kissed long and deep, their inhibitions fallen in tatters on the floor, and with an urgency and heat their fumbled with the robe belts and buttons. Quickly his hands were at her warm, wet lips, fingers sliding greedily inside and then up, rubbing and pressing and she thrust her head back against the door, as he worked his mouth down, over the left breast and then right, the stomach, and finally the sweetly perfumed warmth of her pussy, which she opened gamely with one foot up on the barstool, knee bent, with him on his knees at her front. He felt for that little nub of pleasure in the soft, glistening folds and found it and went back and forth with his tongue, up and down and round and round and then pressed his tongue-point down on the top of it until she shivered. On his third lap around the clitoral course, she came, drenching his mouth and dripping onto his chest. 

She hauled him up, under his armpits, and said, "That was awesome" in a throaty whisper into his hear. 

"I love the taste of you coming in my mouth," he said back. 

"That is so sexy. You're in for it now." 

She leaned him against the barstool and bent over to take him into her mouth. Garth had always considered himself well endowed, if not the king, and for all that Courtney felt they fit well, she had never taken the whole of him into her mouth. He felt her now, as she plunged down on his cock, pressing his crown against the back of her throat. There was still an inch or more to go. She pushed again, then gave a small gag and pulled back, with a cough. At just that moment, Fleur was emerging from the bathroom, saw Courtney, and stopped with a look that seemed to ask permission. Courtney heard the door and looked up and smiled, and said, "Well, you caught us. It's OK." 

Fleur caught her meaning immediately, and turned and said something to the silent man, who remained in the bathroom while Fleur shut the door. 

"That was some trick of yours," said Courtney.

"I can help you," said Fleur.

Courtney smiled and nodded. Garth looked on in amazement, frozen by the moment. 

Fleur bent down, looking only at Courtney, next to her now. "You need to get it all level, all lined up," she said. Courtney did as she said, but still that stubborn cock stopped at the back of her mouth, as it had before. 

"It feels like it won't happen, can't happen, and then somehow you relax and ‘pop' it's done," said Fleur, and then, "Take your time."

Courtney tried again, and again, and then sat back, winded, and said, "God, Fleur, I can't believe you can do this!" 

Fleur shrugged and smiled.

Courtney paused and then said, "OK, you'll have to show me up close,"

"Garth or Lazlo?" asked Fleur.

Courtney looked up at Garth, and Garth looked back at Courtney. Something tender passed in their gaze and then Courtney said, "I think Garth's the one with the problem right now."

"OK," said Fleur, and then, looking up at Garth, she said, "Hi there. Hang on." And shifting over and positioning herself in front of Garth she grabbed the base of his swollen cock while Courtney stroked it and gave it a kiss on the side. Then with a single strong motion she engulfed the entire thing, and Garth felt the tip meet and push past the back of her mouth into her throat and the firmness and newness and mind-blowing image of Fleur's nose pressed against his abdomen caused him to lose control and as he felt him self begin to come, he said "Oh God, oh here it comes, here it comes!" and Fleur was pulling away and he managed to string his cum across both women, to all of their surprise. 




Deeper: Garth & Courtney



Courtney grabbed two hand towels and they were mopping themselves up and laughing and Courtney said, "I guess that works!" and Garth just collapsed on the floor. 

"You can come out now Lazlo" called Fleur, and as she did, Lazlo walked out in just his light wool pants with unbuttoned shirt again. Garth was sitting naked on the floor and somewhat nervous about Lazlo's reaction when he saw Fleur kneeling next to Courtney, both looking rather dishevelled. 

"Honey, I think we should go," said Fleur. "We don't want to be late stayers."

Courtney rose to her feet and kissed Fleur on the cheek. Taking her hands she said, "I think I owe you one. Maybe we can take a rain check." 

"Rain check, how appropriate," said Fleur. And indeed, outside a light rain had just started to hiss on the rooftops, cutting the heat of the night air.    



Deeper Into Cuckoldry



I knelt at the door waiting for my wife to get home from her date with Tom, I had completed my chores; cleaned the house, the car and the garden as well as prepare some drinks for Sarah and her lover. I also made the bed, lit some candles and laid out some lube (even though she never needed it). I was wearing my collar and tight black shorts, with nothing else. My cock was semi erect with excitement and I was a tad nervous, after 5 years into our marriage she found some Cuckold videos on my computer and although initially very upset that I was watching things like that, she quickly took to the idea and began having sex with other guys, despite me telling her it was just a fantasy. 

I jolted to attention as I heard keys in the door, it swung open and I glanced up to see them kissing passionately. She was starting to get more daring, what if the neighbours saw? Tom was around 6"2, with a muscular build highlighted by his tight t-shirt, combined with well fitting jeans, an ex football player I think. My wife was wearing a short red dress which accentuated her fantastic figure, ever since she started cuckolding me she worked out more than ever and was in the best shape of her life. 

Seeing them together still made my insides sink a bit, I still wasn't used to seeing my wife with other men, but my cock was now fully erect and bulged in my shorts. Sarah lifted her right foot backwards in an effeminate manner, she was wearing large strappy high heels knowing full well that they drove me crazy. I acknowledged the gesture and begun to unstrap her heels whilst Tom's hands wandered over my wife's body, grabbing her perfectly shaped ass. She didn't make it easy for me by moving around but I managed the first and started on the second.

"I can't wait to have your cock inside me." She said seductively.

My stomach knotted further, it still hurt so much to hear her say this to another man, but my cock bulged even harder in my shorts. I managed to untie the second heel and leaned down to plant a kiss on her foot, but she pushed my face away with her sole and lead Tom, by hand, to the sofa across the other side of the living room.

"Fetch us some drinks, quickly, we've been making out for ages and my mouth is dry," she said nonchalantly over her shoulder.

I rushed into the kitchen to bring her favourite freshly squeezed pineapple martini, along with a beer for Tom. Fetching my wife's lover a drink was majorly humiliating and my mind was telling me to call this whole cuckold thing off, to try and restore our marriage to the way it was, but glancing down at my hard cock, i just couldn't do it, despite the pit in my stomach, I was simply too horny.

By the time I returned Sarah had already sat him down on the sofa and pulled off his t-shirt, revealing a very athletic upper body, I thought I was in good shape but he was fantastic, a very large chest and very visible 6-pack. Sarah flashed her head towards me:

"Turn around, Tom doesn't want another man seeing his erect cock, he's a real man you see."

I obliged, turning on my knees to face the wall, although only a metre away from the sofa. I heard my wife planting loud kisses on his body, being very obvious that she wanted me to hear. I heard a zipper, and the removal of his jeans.

"Fuck, your cock his huge!" She giggled

My stomach knotted again, my cock bulged even harder.

I heard more kisses, and judging by the quiet moan that Tom released, she was almost definitely placing them on his cock. The noises she begun to make were incredibly arousing, I heard her licking up and down the shaft, moaning gently in pleasure, I heard her flick her tongue around the tip, almost giggling as she teased him, I heard her start to suck on his head, the soft popping sound driving me crazy. I finally heard her take his cock in her mouth and suck it hungrily, the wet, sloppy sounds and the moans of them both.

After several minutes, she stood, and let her dress fall the ground, revealing her naked body, I could tell by the soft noise of the dress hitting the floor, and then, unmistakably:

"Get that sexy naked body over here right now, I'm going to fuck that sweet, married pussy."

Sarah immediately straddled his cock, and I swore I could hear it slide inside her, she must have been incredibly wet. Her moans were loud and long as he completely filled her, they progressed to shorter sharper moans as she began to ride his cock. I could hear the 'shlick, shlick shlick' of his cock sliding in and out, and then the beautiful sounds of passionate kissing.

Not being able to look was killing me, my favourite part about this was seeing her sexy naked body, of course Sarah knew this, and the teasing was fantastic. I very gently placed my hand against the bulge in my tight shorts and caressed my cock slowly, I was already close to coming so I had to be careful, but I just couldn't resist. I stopped myself just before letting out a moan, I didn't want to interrupt.

"Oh yes, oh yes, it feels so fucking good, I fucking love your cock, fuck me harder, oh god, yes!"

I heard his balls now slapping against Sarah's ass as he penetrated her even harder, even faster, I hardly ever heard her swear, not even during our honeymoon when we used to have sex twice a day. 

Not being able to look was just too much, so, suddenly very nervous, I very slowly turned my head, hands shaking in anticipation, still pressed gently against my cock. I nearly came straight away as I saw his hands digging deeply into Sarah's amazing ass, slamming his hips up to meet hers, his face buried in her breasts. Sarah had her eyes closed and her back arched whilst holding onto Toms muscled thighs for support. Her body started to shake...

"I'm coming, oh my god, keep going, keep going, I'm coming!" Her voice almost ended up in a scream as she convulsed and had the biggest orgasm of her life, the sight was amazing and I simply could not take my eyes off her as she dug her nails into his back, slammed her mouth into his, and continued shaking with pleasure. 

Eventually her screams slowly grew quieter and she melted in his arms, and after a minute of catching their breath, she glanced across and looked me straight in the eyes, caching me red handed, her face turning into an instant frown. I panicked and quickly turned back around, hearing Sarah get up from the sofa.

"Crawl over here, now." Her voice was very stern, and my stomach was still churning and panicking.

I obliged and crawled towards her, face to the ground, until I was looking at her toes whilst she stood over me.

"I thought I told you not to watch?" She sounded so angry, I'd never witnessed her being like this before, she sounded so different, so dominant, all I could think was how terrible it was for me to disobey her.The past few encounters with different bulls hadn't really involved ordering me around, just watching. I felt like something had changed right at that moment.

"I'm sorry." Came my quiet, meek reply.

She pushed me with her foot, "Lie on your back, you wanted to watch, now you can get a proper view."

I fell to my back and Sarah kneeled over me in the 69 position, her face was so close to my erection, but I knew it wasn't going to be touched. Her soaking wet pussy was only inches away from my face as she gestured to Tom, I couldn't really make out what was happening, until Toms cock completely filled my vision as it pressed against my wife's soaking pussy lips. He was kneeling behind her, in doggy position, with my wife kneeling over me in a 69. My entire vision was filled with the huge, thick head of his cock, now glistening with her juices as it slowly slid inside her.

"Tom your dick feels so amazing inside of me, please fuck me on top of my wimp husband." Sarah moaned loudly and I felt her warm breath on my cock, I would've given anything in the world for her to take my cock out and suck it dry, but just having her there, humiliating my like this, making me feel like a complete bitch, with a stranger fucking my wife inches from my face, it was truly amazing.

I watched her lips spread wide to accommodate his girth, as it did a thick drop of her juice dropped onto my lip and I licked it hungrily, god I loved the taste of her. Before I could think, Tom started thrusting faster and faster, grabbing her ass and fucking her from behind, more and more drips of her wetness splashed across my face and I had to work hard not to come.

"Fuck me, fuck me fuck me!" She was almost whimpering in pleasure with the relentless thrusting, the guy was a goddam stallion. At long last Sarah began to shake and scream once more, bucking off his cock as she had another hugely intense orgasm, her pussy dribbled a thin stream onto my accepting face before he slammed his cock back inside and fucked her even harder, Sarahs moans redoubled, not dying down after the orgasm. I head a sharp 'thwack' as Tom slapped her ass passionately, receiving a cry of pleasure from Sarah.

After several more minutes of this animalistic session, Tom finally reached orgasm, he thrust completely inside her, balls pressing against her and released a loud, deep groan. I saw his cock convulse 8 or 9 times as he pumped a huge load into her pussy. It was truly one of the most wonderful sights I had seen. Sarah's moans subsided slowly and she kept the cock inside as they both caught their breath. To my instant excitement sarah pulled down my shorts, still in the same position and released my desperately hard cock, much smaller than Toms, especially from the angle I was looking.

"Now, my bitch-hubby, this time you will do exactly as I say, open your mouth and keep it open."

Slightly confused, I complied and opened wide, Tom pulled out and Sarah lowered her pussy onto my face, on the way down something warm, sticky and salty was dripping into my mouth. It took me a moment to realise, it was Tom's cum! My heart almost stopped and I panicked, there's no way I was going to do this, but abruptly interrupting my mental protests, her soaking pussy pressed against my mouth and Sarah simultaneously grabbed my cock and pumped furiously. My mouth instinctively opened wider to release a muffled groan as an intoxicating mixture of my wife and lovers juices filled my mouth, I couldn't believe what a huge amount of cum was filling my mouth, at one point it overflowed and some dribbled out of the edges of my lips. 

After only around 10 seconds of pumping my body started to shake and I had the best orgasm of my entire life, I was firing shot after shot onto my chest, and in the excitement I began to lick, lap and hungrily suck the remaining thick load, the mixture of tastes, humiliation and pleasure almost sent me dizzy, I felt truly exhilarated.

As the orgasm died down I was still licking and sucking at Sarah's pussy, and felt a pang as she lifted herself from me to sit back on the sofa with Tom, place her head in his lap and gently kissed and licked his now semi-erect cock.

"I can't believe I ever had sex with that little cock." She said to Tom, in between the licks and kisses. "Yours is just so much bigger, so much wider, so much tastier."

The words still hurt a bit, but I could tell after the previous moment, something had changed, this was the third man she had fucked since finding my cuckold porn stash, but we were still having sex often. Now though, something about her demeanor told me that was going to change. She continued to lick, kiss and adore his cock whilst I simply lay there, chest covered in my own cum. Sarah glanced down towards me;

"You know that your cock, or your cum is never going to get close to my lips again, ever. And, considering you were such a little cuckold bitch and enjoyed slurping up my boyfriends' cum so much, I'm sure you'd enjoy a little more..."

My confusion was answered as she dangled her leg from the sofa and pressed a foot into the pools of cum on my chest, smothering it around, before lifting her now glistening sole above my face

"Lick, cum slut."

I could no longer even think, I just did exactly as she ordered, it just felt so right to be doing everything Sarah said, being her cuckold slave was my destiny. So I stuck out my tongue and lapped the sticky, salty cum from her feet. It didn't taste as nice as Toms', I caught myself thinking. She proceeded to rub her feet over my chest and forced me to lick the cum from her soles, which I was now doing happily. I ignored Tom's voice in the background, he must've been on the phone or something, and continued to swallow my entire load. Of course, my cock was now rock hard again.

Sarah got off the sofa and knelt between Tom's widely spread legs and resumed her worshipping, I couldn't believe how much she was enjoying his cock, although it did look pretty magnificent, a full 8 inches, thick, and coated with a mixture of saliva and pussy juice.

"Make yourself useful, and start llicking my ass, I want it nice and lubed for this giant cock."

I of course obeyed immediately and knelt behind Sarah, burying my face into her perfect behind, I only faintly registered that I was 'lubing it up', I often licked her ass when going down on her, but we never even broached the idea of anal. My tongued flicked around her hole and bathed it in my saliva, although all I could hear was Sarah giving one hell of a sloppy blowjob, of course he was now fully erect. She reached around to me with a spare hand and pressed my face deeper into her asshole, the slightly musky scent mixed with the humiliation sent my cock throbbing once again.

We spent around 10 minutes like this until I heard a knock at the door, my insides started to twist and I panicked internally, as much as I was enjoying this experience, I still didn't want anyone to know. Sarah jumped up and almost skipped towards the door in excitement, I glanced across and saw her open the door and wrap her arms around another guy who I recognised, he was around 6"3, very muscular and black, it was our neighbour Karl! I couldn't believe what I was seeing! Sarah lead him across to the sofa and sat him down.

"Thanks for calling me up Tom." Karl said. "I always suspected she would be a slutwife."

"You just wait, she's one hell of a horny slut." Tom replied.

Confirming the comment, Sarah was ripping off Karl's clothes, until he was very quickly naked, his body was incredible, massive muscles and a major 6-pack. His cock already looked around 8 inches long and it wasn't fully hard yet! She knelt between Karls legs and almost devoured his cock, sending it deep into her throat, she then spat on her hand and started to jerk off Tom a the same time.

Before long she was kneeling on the sofa, deepthroating Tom's cock with Karl fucking her doggy style, a true double teaming. The noises she was making were primal moans of pleasure, mixed with the slight gargling due to having a mouth full.

"Oh my god, I've never been fucked so good in my life, fill my holes, fuck me harder, please, oh god, I'm coming already, I'm coming!" Her body started shaking as she almost screamed into Toms cock, mine was rock hard and pointing at me, but I didn't touch myself, I would be good this time. They didn't stop their thrusting as she orgasmed, they continue even harder and faster, pushing her into deeper realms of pleasure.

Karl pulled out and grabbed sarah by the waist, and using his strength he picked her up and spun her round so that she was now facing his cock, and without a moments' hesitation she began lapping at his balls and pumping his shaft frantically, almost whimpering with arousal.

"Hey, bitch." Tom called over to me. "Get over here and lube your slut wife's ass again."

I immediately crawled over and started lapping her asshole once more, getting it nice and slippery once again, I was so excited about the prospect of him taking her anal virginity. But, before 10 seconds had even passed, and to my dismay, Sarah grabbed my hair and pushed me out of the way, saying something something incomprehensible due to her full mouth. Tom took the invite and pressed his cock against her tight asshole, I had the perfect viewpoint to see it stretch and wrap tightly around his cock, causing a slightly painful noise to come from sarah, but after a couple of moments she visibly relaxed, and his cock slipped deep inside. Tom begun to thrust slowly, but Sarah started rocking back onto his cock.

"What are you waiting for," She was gasping for breath. "Start fucking my sweet asshole harder!" Tom took no more encouragement and started to meet her rocking halfway, his balls slapping against her cheeks, The only problem was Sarah's foot, it was dangling over the edge of the sofa meaning she didn't have a solid object to push off against;

"Hey bitch," she said, "Put your face against my foot,".

I complied and pressed my face against her soft sole and she pushed into it, using it in order to rock back even harder against the cock. It hurt but I took it quietly, anything to help her get off, plus the humiliation of it caused my throbbing to increase even more.

"I want you to cum in my ass," She begged Tom. "Please, I want your sweet cum inside me."

Within seconds Tom had a second huge orgasm and emptied squirt after squirt into her, to the sounds of my wifes' enjoyment.

"Oh that feels so good, fill my ass, your cum feels so good, I love your fucking cock so much!"

Tom spent a moment catching his breath and then gave her ass a nice big slap, before finally pulling out.

"Hubby bitch!" She was almost shouting at me, "You know what to do."

I knew exactly what to do. I begun to lap at her cum filled asshole while she continued to suck Karl's cock harder and harder, I started by licking the cum that had started dribbling down towards her pussy, before sliding my tongue up to the overflowing ass, despite the unpleasant taste, the moment was exhilarating, this was true humiliation. I licked and licked and licked, moving my tongue deeper into her ass to clean it all up, I even started to suck out the remaining amount, I truly couldn't believe how much cum Tom could have left after the first orgasm and heard the door open and close, he was finished with her for tonight.

Karl begun to groan loudly and Sarah responded by completely deepthroating him and fondling his balls at the same time, truly serving his cock. His orgasm lasted for ages and I saw her swallow again, and again, and again, such was the size of his load. I felt a slight pang at not being able to be the clean up guy, but Sarah looked like she enjoyed it much more than me. She sat him down and spent the next 10 minutes slowly kissing, licking, and gently massaging his cock, giving him a fantastic comedown as he recovered from the intense fucking he just gave her.

Eventually, without even looking my way, he left. Sarah collapsed on the sofa, and absentmindedly stroked her inevitably sore pussy. I crawled towards her.

"Please, may I come now too?" I begged.

It took her a moment for her to break out of the trance. "Fuck no, the only time you're going to ever be allowed to cum again is when I say so, and with one of my boyfriends' loads in your mouth. And trust me, you're going to have to really work hard to earn it from now on, because I fucking love the taste of it. Now make your bitch-ass useful and clean this place up."



Deeper Meaning



This is a very dark story. If you are among the BTB crowd, don't read it. You will absolutely hate it. Hit the browser back button now. Don't complain about the content if you don't. You have been given fair warning.

Others won't like it either. The ending is dark. It is in the style of a flash story. While it is past the outer limit of flash story in size, that still means no character development or backstory.

There are no people here deserving of your sympathetic musings. No one to like.

But, if you are willing to take a risk. If you are adventurous. If you are willing to stare unflinchingly into the mirror. If I haven't scared you off. Well then, read on.

*****

John sat in his easy chair. His daughter had gone out earlier with some friends. He was wondering when she was going to return. Just then, he heard the front door open. Her foot falls on the floor announced that, at last, she was home. But there were other, heavier footsteps.

He looked up to see his disheveled daughter standing next to a very large man. He towered over her and was much taller and bulkier than John. He was also heavily muscled. John also saw that his arm was draped around her neck, across her shoulder and down her front so that he was able to extend his hand inside her partially open blouse. He was cupping her breast, while his fingers worked the nipple.

"I just finished fucking your daughter and I wanted to come over and find out if the mother was a good a fuck as the daughter. Where is she?"

At that moment, John's wife walked into the room. She saw what the oversized male was doing to her daughter.

"What the hell is going on?" she said in a loud voice.

"Oh, hi there. I just had a really great time fucking your daughter. I decided to come over and find out if you were as good a piece of ass as she is. I saw her for the first time tonight at the club. I decided I wanted to stick my cock in her, so I pulled her into a back room and shoved it in. Damn, she is tight.

Anyway, after a couple of goes, I took her to my place so I could fuck her ass. Did you know she was a backdoor virgin? Anyway, it was so fucking hot taking her that way. But she's kind of worn out for tonight, so I decided to come over here and fuck you. You are her mother, right? You two look a lot alike."

"Y-Yes, I am her mother. What are you doing to my daughter?" she demanded.

"I'm feeling up her tits. Go on upstairs to a bedroom and strip. We'll be there shortly. I need to get something to drink .What you got in the fridge? Nothing alcoholic, I don't want anything interfering with performance, ya' know."

John's wife turned and started to climb the stairs. The intruder walked into the kitchen and pulled a carton of orange juice from the fridge. He opened it, took several large swigs directly from the container, closed it, and put it back on the shelf inside. He then went back, collected John's daughter and started up the stairs.

John's brain was befuddled. Did he really see what he thought he just saw? Did his daughter look like she just returned from a gang bang? Did his wife just walk up the stairs, so that she could fuck some complete stranger, who just finished fucking his daughter? 

His mind was rejecting this as being impossible. It was so far out of the realm of possibility, that it simply could not be. The extraordinary mental conflict froze him into inaction. Slowly the fog cleared.

When his brain finally did engage, it went into overdrive. John got up out of his chair and proceeded to a special locked drawer. Inside was his Colt 1911 Government Model. There was a full magazine lying beside it. John slipped it up through the grips, seating it home. He racked a round into the chamber.

"I don't care how big that son of a bitch is, .45 ACP will fix that asshole for good" he said to himself.

John went upstairs looking for his family and that big bastard. He looked first in the master bedroom. They weren't there.

"At least they aren't fucking in my marriage bed," he thought.

Next he checked his daughter's bedroom, same result. Then on to the guest bedroom. There he saw all three of them using the queen size bed. His daughter was on her back, legs spread wide. His wife had her feet on the floor, but was bent at the waist over the bed. Big bastard was vigorously sawing his meat in and out of his wife. He was pushing her head down into his daughter's cunt.

"Suck that pussy, momma. Lick all my cum out of her. Don't let any of my jizz go to waste. You hear me woman? When I am done with you, she'll return the favor."

John walked up and put the gun to big bastard's head.

"I'm going to blow your brains out, you son of a bitch. You are raping my wife and now you are going to die."

The other man did not acknowledge John or his actions. He just kept fucking his wife.

"No." John heard the ragged voice of his wife. "He's not raping me. This is the best fuck I've ever had in my life. I've cum three times already. I love the way he fucks me. I want this.

If you pull that trigger, I testify against you. You think you are defending what is yours. We are yours no longer. You have nothing to defend. I have given myself to him tonight, just like your daughter did. And not for just tonight, either. He owns us now. He owns my cunt and he can fuck it any way he wants, any time he wants. It belongs to him now.

You kill him, you lose us, spending the rest of your life in prison servicing Bubba's giant cock. You kill us, you lose us and Bubba is still waiting. No matter how it goes John, you lose. So put the gun down and realize you have three choices. Accept this and become a cuckold. Don't accept it and walk away. Don't accept it and use that gun to end your pain. But if you decide to do that, please do it in the back yard. I don't want to clean up the mess in the house."

John lowered the gun. At no time had the big bastard missed a beat as he continued to fuck the hell out of his wife. His daughter seemed to have not given a thought toward him. She just kept moaning as her mother ate her out.

He turned and walked out, leaving the door open. Downstairs he went to the liquor cabinet. He took a water glass and filled it with Bourbon. When done, he had another. He had lost everything he cared about. 

She was right. Any way this ended, he lost. It did not matter that they did not care about him. He cared for them. He could scheme and try to come up with some kind of revenge that shallow minds fantasied about. But revenge is empty.

The opposite of love is not hate. You have to care about someone to hate them. You have to love, on some level, to care about revenge. But hate is the corrosive of the soul, doing more damage to the hater, than the one hated. No, the opposite of love is apathy.

About forty-five minutes after John left the room, his daughter was on the bed, mouth up, licking out her mother's dripping pussy. Mom was on her knees, feeding cum to her daughter, while the big bastard was working his cock into her ass, opening her for the first time. They heard what sounded like the backfire of an automobile engine coming from the back yard.

"What was that?" Big bastard hesitated.

"Don't stop, cocksucker. Whatever it was, it can wait. If it's important, the neighbors will call the Police. Now stick that thing up my ass and fuck me!"



Deeper Pt. 01



"What room?" she asked.

"523." I replied.

"I'll be up in a few minutes. Leave the door unlatched and get on your knees naked, facing the door with your eyes closed and stay still."

"Yes mam." I replied.

It had been 10 years since I had seen Heather. I had the best sex of my life with her. I really adored her and wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. After my friends told me some things, I thought she was cheating on me with a mutual friend, Robin. He is taller and more athletic than me. From the gym, I also know that he is hung like a horse. Compared to my smaller than 5" dick, I was very worried. I confronted her and it really pissed her off. She told me that she had never cheated on me, and that she would never cheat on anyone. She left my house and would not speak to me for several weeks.

Finally one night as I was drinking a beer on the couch, she walked into my house. She was dressed in a tight mini-skirt, and made up very well. She has 36-C breasts, and they were accentuated in her blouse. My cock was rock hard as soon as I saw her. I hadn't even jerked off for about 3 weeks, so I was eager to get inside her wonderful pussy lips and have some make-up sex. As I started to get up, she shouted at me to sit back down. She told me that my accusations really hurt her, and that she didn't want anything to do with me ever again. I told her that I was sorry and that she looked so incredible that ANY man that saw her would be dying to get with her. She told me that she had only come to let me know that we would never even see each other again if she had anything to do with it, and to show me what Robin was going to be getting that night. She told me that she had not cheated on my, and that she had not even considered a relationship with Robin until our fight. She told me that after the fight, she thought going out with him might be a good way to get back at me. They had been meeting for dinner for a couple of weeks. She was over me, and eager to have sex again, so she was planning to meet Robin looking hot, and give him a night he would never forget. That was the last time I saw her until a few minutes from now. Two years later she and Robin moved to Miami.

I got married 6 years ago. My wife, Janice, is a great woman, but sex with her doesn't compare to what I had with Heather. She moved into my house with her daughter, Mariana, who is 22 now. She has a sister, Veronica, who lives in Miami who is smoking hot. A few years ago, she was visiting us. While all of the girls were out, I checked the SD Card in her camera. I was happily surprised at what I found. There were pictures of her wearing only panties, and with another girl. I copied all of the pictures, and some pictures that my wife took of the three of them at the beach onto a flash drive. I took the flash drive with me when I traveled for work and used it to jerk off constantly.

About two years ago, I couldn't stop thinking about Heather. Drunk one night, I called her cell phone. She was pissed to hear from me, but when she heard that I was drunk and that I wanted her to humiliate me, she calmed down. I told her one of my biggest fantasies. - For her to have returned the night after she first had sex with Robin, and make me eat her pussy. She would then tell me that if I waited another week without jerking off, that she would have sex with me again. The next week, she would come back to my house and ask me if I had masturbated, stressing that if I lied she would never come back. So I told her the truth that I had been masturbating thinking about her. She got mad and left. After a few hours she came back and told me to eat her pussy again. I did, but I noticed that she wasn't clean. As I licked her pussy, she told me that Robin had just shot a big load of come inside her. She told me that if I waited would go three weeks without jerking off; she would have sex with me. At the end of three weeks, during which I did not touch myself, she returned. Julie and Shana, two of her friends were with her. She told me that if I wanted to cum and ever have a chance at seeing her again that I had 30 seconds to cum. I was confused at first, but she looked at her watch and said that I only had 26 seconds now. I yanked my jeans off, got on my knees and started jerking strongly. I was embarrassed to be doing this in front of her friends. As she started counting down from 10, I wasn't close enough. I took two fingers and shoved them in my ass to try to make me cum sooner. As she counted to zero, I still had not cum. She told me that I was too late, just as I shot my large load across the floor. She told me that if I would suck my fingers clean and lick the cum off of the floor that she might think about changing her mind, so I did in front of all three of them. They all laughed as she told me to go to hell and walked out for good. - She listened to my story, laughing every now and then. After I told her the fantasy, she asked me if I had ever cheated on my wife, and I told her no (the truth). She asked why I had called her, and I told her that I was in a hotel room, drunk, and couldn't get her off of my mind. She told me that she would never have sex with me again, but I told her I wasn't hoping for that, a lie, that I just wanted to talk.

Over the last two years, I have called her many times. I have told her many things about: my wife, my sister, the flash drive, and what I think about when I am jerking off. Two weeks ago, I received an assignment in Miami, so I called and told her that I would be visiting. She surprised me when she said that she would come to see me. She told me that she wanted to hear my fantasies in person, and to tell me what to do. I agreed, expecting that I would end up in her pussy. I checked in today, and told her where I am staying. That gets us to the present.

I am kneeling naked in front of my hotel door with my eyes closed. I moved the latch over so that the door would not close completely. That means that Heather will be able to open the door, but anyone else could too.

"What the hell are you doing?" yelled a voice, but it was a man's.

I jumped, covered my dick, opened my eyes, and started getting up.

"What the hell are you doing now?" asked Heather. "I told you to be on your knees, with your eyes closed, and still. Your eyes are open, and you are not still. I am going to have to punish you for that."

I saw Heather looking very sexy, but I saw Robin standing next to her. They moved in and closed the door. Heather told me to get back on my knees, and they sat at the table in the room. For about an hour, Heather made me tell her all of the fantasies that I had told her over the years. About sucking Robin's cum out of her pussy, about the lust that I have for my sister, and about the flash drive of pictures.

"I see your computer on the table, but I don't see a flash drive", exclaimed Heather.

"I can't show the pictures to you while Robin is here; I have some of my wife fully naked!!"

"I don't care, get the damned flash drive right not and open the pictures on your computer."

I went to the closed and got the flash drive out of my bag. I walked to the computer and inserted it. I opened the folder with the pictures and opened the first one.

"Walk over to the bed and let us look through them", commanded Heather.

I sat on the bed watching them for about 15 minutes. As I watched, I noticed that Heather had my phone next to her. "You were right that your sister is hot. What does she do?" asked Robin.

"She is a stripper." I told him.

"Where?" he asked.

"Here in Miami." I told him.

"You going to go see her dance?"

"No, she would see me, and I don't want Janice to find out that I think about her like that"

"You could probably pay her some money and finally get your tiny dick in that ass."

"She isn't a hooker, she only strips."

"Yeah right, all strippers will put out if you pay them enough."

"Who is this hottie?" asked Robin.

I looked at the screen. "That is my step-daughter Mariana. She is just in the beach pics with my wife and sis", I told him.

"Too bad you don't have some good shots of her."

"I am not a total pervert.", I told him.

"No, you just jerk off all of the time looking at picture that you stole from your stripper sister."

"Well", Heather started, "I remember more of your fantasies. Seems like you want to drink Robin's cum. That sounds like a good idea to me, why don't you get over her and suck it straight from the source."

"That was only a fantasy, and I don't really want to do it. Besides, the fantasy was to be licking your pussy, not his dick."

"Well, I already got Janice's number off of your phone. If you don't, I will have to give her a call."

Hesitantly, I told her that I would give him a blow job if he wore a condom. She agreed, and I got the rubber from the bathroom. When I returned, Robin had his pants off and was jerking himself looking at the computer. As I got close, I saw that it was a picture of my wife, legs open and spreading her pussy lips. I almost fainted; the guy who took one lady I had loved was ogling over another one. When I got to the table, he took the condom, put it on, and told me to get started. I got under the table, and as he was flipping through the pictures, I reluctantly began to put my lips around his massive covered cock. I moved my head up and down.

"He is not a very good cock-sucker", Robin told Heather.

"He will be", Heather replied.

"Wait", started Robin, "there is a hidden file on the flash drive.

"OHH SHIT!!" I thought.

I started to get up, but Robin was stronger than me and held me down. "Well, open it up." Heather told him.

The hidden file was a hidden camera video of Mariana that I took when she was 20. She was getting ready for a shower. You could see her enter the bathroom, take off her shirt, her pants, her bra, and her panties. You could see her tits, her stomach, her bush, and as she stepped over where the camera was hidden her pussy lips. She then stepped into the shower and her remarkable ass was on full display.

"Wow, not a pervert huh." laughed Heather. "I'm going to call Janice right now to tell her about it."

"No, please don't!" I begged.

"The pictures might get you divorced, but a hidden video might could get you sent to prison."

"I'll do anything you want, please don't tell anyone."

"Well, if you really don't want me to tell... Take the condom off of Robin's dick. Close your eyes and beg him to let you suck him. Convince him to let you drink his cum. Tell him what a fag you are. If you convince him, he will slap your face with his cock. At that point, you really need to go to town. I won't accept your slow, move your face up and down with your lips barely touching him. You need to really go at it. Lick is balls, he likes that. Work his cock really good. If you do good enough a job, he will stand up when he is ready to cum. You open your mouth and wait for his load. After he finishes, you say thank you to him 10 times, and then you can open your eyes. If you don't make him cum, then I am making the call anyway."

I took the rubber off of his dick. I closed my eyes and began to beg him to let me suck him. For a couple of minutes, I begged, but he didn't slap me. I begged harder. I told him that I would do anything for him if he would let me. It wasn't until I told him that I would help him seduce my wife that his dick touched my face. I took his dick in my mouth and worked it as best I could. I licked and sucked his balls. I did that for several minutes, but he didn't seem to be too worked up. I pulled my mouth off and told him to imagine that my mouth was really my wife's pussy. After I said that, he put his hands behind my head and started fucking my mouth. In about thirty seconds, he stood up. I opened my mouth. He started spurting shots of his cum on my face and in my mouth. I immediately began saying "thank you" ten times.

As I opened my eyes, I say that Heather was holding my phone. She had videotaped the whole thing. Neither she, nor Robin had said anything while I was begging and sucking. If anyone saw the video, they would recognize anyone but me. Heather told me to go the corner to jerk off, but that I was not allowed to cum. From behind, I heard Robin putting his jeans back on and them preparing to leave.

I heard them whispering, but could not understand them. But then I hear Heather say, "If you don't want any more problems, leave an envelope with $1,000 at the front desk for me tomorrow. We are going to go to Veronica's club tomorrow night and see if Robin can pay to get inside her. And, we are going to use your money to get him to fuck the lady that you jerk off to so much."

They then left the room. They didn't know that that flash drive was the only copy of the pictures and the hidden camera that I have. I can erase it to get rid of that evidence. She filmed me sucking Robin with MY phone. The phone saves camera files to the SD card. She didn't have enough time to upload it or email it. As soon as the door closed, I ran to the table. My cell phone had a weird message on it: "All Contacts Copied to External Storage". I flipped open the cover for the SD card to find that it had been removed. Then I looked at the computer and noticed that the flash drive was missing.

Heather left with the only copy of all of the pictures that I jerk off to. She has evidence that I secretly recorded my step-daughter naked. She also has a video of me begging to ... and ... sucking cock. I am not sure what I am going to do now...



Deeper Release



 (Natalie and Pierre are on vacation in Puerto Vallarta, where they play tennis for the right to dictate their evening activities. If you are interested in an earlier story, it is "Such Release".)

Even though you are not fully awake, the images of last night have been awake in your emerging wakefulness, your cock thickening before you are aware of it, pulsing on its side in the warm room. Before opening your eyes, you reach your hands across the wrinkled sheets expecting to find her there, and you are very aware of textures, especially the texture of her flesh. If, like Pierre, the images are floating up more clearly now out of last night's pool of taut limbs and moans, you are anticipating any moment now the sensation of her skin at your fingertips: her hot skin, her caught breath, the moist crevice of her thighs and then the deeper jungle wetness of her aching cunt. 

Your fingers feel every little fold of cotton, the contour of the mattress underneath, the coolness of cloth, little microscopic nubs that have been gathering on the surface of the fabric since the condo owners took the sheets from plastic bag. But instead of gratification, he felt chagrin. Finding nothing, he realized Natalie must have gotten up already. He rolled out of bed, and walked to the balcony of their condo naked, his cock slapping semi-hard against his muscular thighs, leaning comfortably behind the stucco half-wall that came up to his hips, a tall figure of a man, fair-haired, bronzed, very fit for his 45 years. The morning that shone down on him was perfect: the blue Pacific stretched away under an even bluer sky, the waves curled to the Puerto Vallarta shore, and below him the beach was dotted with a number and variety of bikinis that he would love to linger over, like a connoisseur studying a wine list, tasting each one in his imagination before plunging into his final choice. Remembering Natalie's face last night, he felt his cock thicken more. Then he saw the note on the kitchen table: "Our tennis game is booked for 11. Be there. Love, your nemesis, N." There was one of those "happy faces" under her initial, "N". He pursed his lips, smiled quickly and looked up at the clock. It was 10:45. He had to hustle. 

After rushing down to the tennis courts in the humid Mexican air, he wiped the beads of sweat from his face and looked around to see which court Natalie was on. He had won their matches the first two days, and therefore had also won the "Cup" - which gave him the right to choose and direct the evening's activities. But he wasn't a natural tennis player, unlike Natalie, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before his string of luck was broken. He bounced the head of the racquet on his bent knee while he looked for her. 

She was walking toward him purposefully from the backboard where she had been hitting balls. She had seen him first. A patch of sweat stained the front of her halter style tennis dress just below her breasts, and small half-moons of sweat hung under each breast from her exertions. She was all business, neither smiling nor frowning. As she walked, she accentuated the sway of her hips, pushed her chest out so her breasts were rounded under the halter top of her dress. Her nipples were hard under the white material. Her tanned legs, muscular and exquisitely shaped, moved like something from a fashion magazine under the short hem of her tennis dress. Goddddd. Pierre couldn't prevent the bulge growing in his shorts. 

She dropped her racquet, and smiled slowly. She did an about-face to bend over and pick it up. Bending from the waist, her legs together, the back of her dress flipping up, he had a superb view of her ass, her bare smooth pussy. She was wearing no panties. The lovely pink petals of her lips were perfectly pursed at the top of her thighs. He groaned. She quickly stood up with her racquet and twirled around, a slight stern smile on her face. "Like the view? Don't get any ideas, buddy boy. I have plans for you. And once I am finished with you on the court today, you'll see what they are." 

Pierre just breathed in deeply. She had obviously recovered from the night before, although he thought she would probably never forget the delirium his four hands on her body, his and young Bill's. 

He never really had a chance. She had been a tennis player since childhood, and her experience and natural skill just rolled over Pierre's scrambling and natural athleticism. It was straight sets, 6-3, 6-2. Pierre couldn't remember the last time she had won so convincingly. 

"God! You killed me today. Well, my sweet wife, I am in your hands. Fair and square." He stood facing her, tall and blond, wavy-haired, smiling honourably in defeat. She smiled, and dropped a tennis ball, deliberately it seemed, so it landed on her toe and bounced a few yards away. "Pick that up, would you?" she said, and looked away, as if her mind was on other things. When Pierre bent up to hand it to her, she was staring at two young men playing a hard game of tennis on the court next to them. She made him wait. Then, instead of taking the ball, she handed him her racquet. "Let's go," she said. "I could use some iced tea. Then lunch."

When they got back to the condo, Natalie walked out onto the balcony, still in her sweaty tennis dress. She turned and faced Pierre, the crowded beach to her back, and undid the halter top, letting it drop to her waist. She craned her neck up, letting the slight breeze cool her. Her breasts lifted as she craned her neck, the sunlight shining on them, so round and soft, the aureoles the size of silver dollars, the nipples just starting to protrude. There was a sheen of sweat that glistened in the shaded light that came in off the ocean and sky. 

"So what do you think?" she said, crooking her finger. 

He came out, his eyes adjusting to the sunlight, looking down at her breasts rising and falling. "Yes?"

Her tongue peeked out of her lips, running from side to side, her eyelids lowering. She lifted her fingers to her nipples and pulled on them. "Take your cock out, honey."

His eyes settled on hers, and he undid his tennis shorts. He pulled them down over his hips, and the bushy pubic hair emerged, followed by the long, thickening shaft of his cock. As his shorts descended, his cock became fully visible, only semi-hard, long, ridged and veined. His shorts fell to the floor. He watched her fingertips pulling on her nipples, her smile smouldering. His cock twitched into fullness, bobbing up from the side of his thighs, until it stood fully erect, pointing straight out at her. "Stroke it," she said. He closed his fingers over the pale pink shaft, breathing deeply, and started stroking. As each stroke slid toward the head of his cock, the crown shone as it swelled. Then he pulled his fingers back, and the thick hard shaft emerged from his fingers, long and hard. 

"Don't stop till I tell you," she said, still pinching and tugging on her nipples with the fingers of one hand. Her other hand lifted the hem of her dress and her fingers splayed over the small tuft of soft hair on her mound, then dipped down on either side of her pussy lips. He couldn't believe she had played their match with no panties. He watched, simply following her commands, at her beck and call. He was enjoying her control, something she rarely asserted. He felt a knot of lust tightening in his stomach. He kept stroking, and in spite of himself he felt his hips start to shift as his arousal increased. Soon a low moan spilled from his mouth, and he spread his feet a little wider. She was breathing more deeply herself, watching him, spreading her legs wider as her fingers pressed harder along the outside of her cuntlips, the swelling pinkness just starting to show for his eyes. 

"Shall I keep going?" he asked hoarsely.

"You're not ready to cum now, are you?"

"Well, not quite."

"Good. Then keep it up."

He kept stroking. Soon a drop appeared at the end of his crown, then fell off onto the floor of the balcony. She slid two fingers down along her slit, then inside her vagina, then pulled them out, shining and wet. Behind her, down below, scantily clad men and women were sunbathing, throwing frisbees, walking along the sand. Every once in a while someone would look up and see only her bare back, perhaps the shifting of her shoulders as her hands tugged her nipple or stroked her cunt. No doubt one or two cocks hardened at the sight, letting their imaginations make a movie of the scene the shifting bare back suggested, but a bare back was not an uncommon sight out here, and before long these wishful eyes would shift to other targets on the flesh-filled sand. 

She smiled slowly, mischievously. "Almost there, are you?"

He nodded, grunting as he kept stroking. She stretched out her hand, took his wrist. "Okay, that's enough. For now. I want you good and ready. But I want you to finish me. I need to cum. On your knees, please."

He couldn't believe it. "So I can't cum?"

She shook her head. "Not yet, darling. I won the cup, remember?" She leaned forward and tapped his thick hard cock, making it bounce under the pressure of her fingertips.

He dropped to his knees, placing a cushion from the deckchair on the outdoor turf carpeting that covered the balcony. "Yes, I remember." 

As he lifted the hem of her dress, nosing toward the pink swelling wetness of her cunt, she leaned back and looked down, smiling, placing her hands wide apart on the railing of the balcony. She spread her legs as he moved closer, and closed her eyes as she felt the first dip of his tongue along her quivering slit. She lifted her bare right foot and found his hard, throbbing cock, playing with it roughly with her toes as he licked her. She felt a thrill of arousal at it all: the sight of him stroking his cock, the feel of the sun and breeze on her back, the eyes on her bare back, and the sense of power, of telling him exactly what to do. "There," she said, "yes there. Use your fingers. Yes up inside. Yes suck on it." He took her clit in his lips and sucked it in, flicking on it gently, sliding two fingers up inside the silky wet velvet of her cunt, massaging her inside. As her toes moved up and down his shaft, she felt the wet flow of his precum cooling on her skin. Her toes caressed his balls, rubbing them to and fro. She exulted in the sensations. From behind, her hips were moving slowly, sinuously, her chest expanding so the muscles on her back rippled sensually. Only a particularly intent pair of eyes would have divined what she was experiencing; eyes belonging to a mind used to attention and study, perhaps some young shy, observant science student, here for spring break, gulping as his hard-on thickened into the sand. 

She felt his tongue circle around and around her clit, lifting it. She spread her legs wider, moaning quietly, hoarsely. "Oh yesssssss. Fuck me with your lovely tongue, honey. Come on! Fuck meeeeee." 

Her toes on his hard cock were moving it from side to side, grazing the sensitive head, sliding down the hard ridged shaft as he involuntarily began to fuck the air, trying to caress it against her foot. He flicked his tongue over the tip of her clit, then pressed it flat, massaging her clit hard. With his fingertips he spread her wetness up and down her slit, parting her lips, teasing the sensitive skin along her crevice to her ass, tormenting her. She gripped the balcony railing hard, turning her shoulders slightly back and forth, writhing in delight. She was ready, so ready. The sounds of the beach behind her was so arousing, the sounds of his own groaning. Then she moved her foot back to the ground, shuddering, so close. 

"Oh yess. yes yes yes yessssssss." He sucked her clit into his mouth, drove his fingers up into her, and she couldn't stop it, the wave of explosive delight that erupted in her, pressing her cunt into his dancing mouth as she gripped the balcony railing and curled inside herself in orgasm. She jerked and spasmed on his mouth, grunting hoarsely, her breasts bouncing. "Oh god," she finally said, looking down at his wet mouth and cheeks, catching sight of his hard cock with its drops of precum shining along the head and shaft. She smiled down. Exhaled deeply. "Mmmmmmmm perfect, baby. I suppose you would like some relief for that?" She lifted her toe and touched the end, watching his cock bob. 

"Oh god," he said, "would I!" He moved his hand to his shaft, but she kicked it away playfully. 

"Not so fast, my gorgeous tennis bunny. I want you hanging there for a while. Maybe a long while."

He groaned. 

And so it went. 

They had lunch in the dining patio by the pool. "So this afternoon we'll go to the beach," she said. A good plan, he thought - whatever she wanted. 

Back at the condo she held out one of his swimsuits, a red one. "Wear these," she said. But: she had cut out the webbing at the crotch, so that his cock and balls would hang loosely under the thin nylon material. He put them on and tried them out. She moved her hand to his crotch, fondling his cock and balls under the thin material, then released him. "Let's see you walk a bit in those now. Just for effect." Colour rose in his cheeks. When he walked, the sway of his cock showed against the front of the material; when he sat the material bunched up and tightened around his cock and balls, leaving little to the imagination. And of course, now, with the way he was feeling, on the edge of arousal, the swelling of his cock was very obvious. He gulped. Natalie was in "the zone". It only made his cock throb more. He walked out of the condo behind her, their beach gear in the wicker basket.

It was a private beach, reserved only for their resort, which was adults only. She went before him, her string bikini under a loose, sheer baby blue wrap, looking around nonchalantly at the men on the beach, letting her gaze dwell on them as she walked, her sunglasses making her mood a little impenetrable to an observer. And there were observers: the stares that the boys and men returned to Natalie were very blatant, perhaps a little intimidated by her own coolness. They nodded and muttered comments to their pals as she passed. Dark reddish hair to her shoulders, 5'6 of well-sculpted and firm athletic sensuality, Pierre knew she was followed all along the sand by a beachfull of unrestrained fantasies, and he wondered as they walked how many imaginations had sunk their thick cocks into the treasure of her pussy. Pierre noticed her exaggerated sway of her hips, and the way her near-transparent wrap hid nothing. He enjoyed the stares, proud that she was his. He could still catch the odd whiff of her sexual juices on his cheeks and lips. She had told him not to wash it off. 

When she saw Debbie and Lara, the two women medical students who were with the four men they had partied with last night, she lifted her hand and waved, her face suddenly animated. They were stretched out on two lounge chairs. A broad smile spread across Natalie's face. "Hi girls," she said. "We missed you last night. Mind if Pierre and I take these chairs beside you?" She slipped her wrap off her shoulders and passed it to Pierre. "Pierre, could you put a couple of lounge chairs out for us? I'll sit beside the girls here, and you can sit opposite me." He felt his cock moving loosely under the thin material of his swimsuit. She lifted her eyes mischievously over the tops of her sunglasses to explain to the girls, flirtatiously. "I just like to have him somewhere I can enjoy his gorgeous body. I'm sure you can understand that, can't you girls?" The two women giggled and looked over at Pierre as he moved the lounge chairs in position and stood up, his semi-hard cock bouncing slightly against the front of the nylon material, slight colour appearing in his cheeks.

Debbie, the taller of the two, a lithe blonde with small breasts and lovely slender legs, looked up at Pierre over the tops of her sunglasses, letting her eyes glide down his chest and firm stomach where his fair body hair thickened toward his crotch, her eyes finally stopping there for a few seconds. She gave a quiet whistle. "Oh yeah! I can see why you would want to keep him in your sights." Then Debbie looked over at Natalie and gave another whistle. "And I'm sure he feels the same, looking at you, Natalie. Very sexy. You go, girl! I'm going to wear my thong tomorrow."

Natalie smiled back, and ran her fingers just under the string of her thong at the waist, adjusting it slightly, pulling the fabric even tighter against her crotch. Pierre gulped, seeing the fabric stretch across the shape of her pussy lips. The smaller woman, Lara, the quieter one, said nothing, but openly stared. She was petite, in contrast to Debbie, also a blonde, but with very full, almost pouting breasts, a very cute petite body. Natalie sat down. She held the tanning lotion out to Pierre, smiling wickedly as she rolled over. She untied the string that held her bikini top in place, placing her hands under her cheek and turning her head sideways. "Grease me up, honey." 

Debbie looked over at Lara and raised her eyebrows, then let her eyes follow Pierre's hands as they applied the lotion up and around Natalie's shoulders. Natalie was just smiling, her eyes closed. Pierre's hands kneaded her flesh, moving down her back, then sliding his hand down to her waist, where his fingers pushed around the thin band of material at the top of her thong. He swirled his fingers over her buttocks. She sighed and uttered a low moan, parting her legs just slightly. Meanwhile, Pierre's cock was hard, its shape outlined against the thin nylon of his swimsuit. He was keeping his legs together. His hands slid down the backs of her thighs, down her calves, and then back up. 

"I don't want any sunburn on the inside of my thighs, now, Pierre. Make sure you do a good job." He complied, by sliding some oil over the soft skin of her inner thighs, right up to her pussy. The other two women were reading their magazines, glancing over frequently, licking their lips and smiling. 

Natalie then lifted her head, onto her elbows, letting her breasts hang free as she bent up from the waist, feeling secure that there were only these other two women here to see her bare breasts. Pierre watched Lara's eyes zero in on his wife's luscious breasts, and the telltale hard nipples. His mouth went dry. Natalie was enjoying herself, and knew very well that Pierre's cock would be hard. She knew Pierre got a charge out of watching her tease women. "Pierre," she said, "I think these girls could use the same treatment. A good, careful application of sunscreen. What do you think, ladies? Debbie? Lara? I would hate to see you burnt, and as you see, Pierre has excellent technique."

Pierre had a quick intake of breath. He wondered how far Natalie was going to take this.

Lara looked over at her a little guiltily, but Debbie, more confident, had no hesitation. "Oh of course we would, wouldn't we, Lara?" Lara nodded, looked up at Pierre, her eyes inexorably drawn to his crotch, and then smiled sweetly. Maybe she was even blushing. She turned onto her back, and undid the knot on her bikini top. Debbie followed suit. Pierre just watched, his mouth going dry, realizing that it would be impossible to hide the raging hard-on in his shorts. Fortunately, they were on their stomachs. 

He applied the lotion to the two women, kneeling between them. Every few seconds he would look over at Natalie, who was leaning up on her elbows, watching. He had never seen such a playful, wicked smile on her face. He smiled back and blew her a kiss. He made sure she saw him kneading their flesh attentively, sensually, urging from the two other women occasional low whimpers, followed by nervous giggles. "Oh yes, Pierre," Debbie said every once in a while as he touched somewhere on her lower back, or the back of her upper thigh, "there is a sore spot right there, a little harder, please." She made sure he did this right at the base of her right buttock. Debbie was obviously into the spirit of the situation, playing along with Natalie. Lara was simply quieter, a little more nervous, but just as ready to move her legs apart a little as Pierre slid the lotion up the backs of her thighs.




Deeper Release



"I suppose you women don't want any sunburn on the inside of your thighs, either?" Pierre asked. They simply giggled, parted their legs a little wider, and Debbie said, "oh absolutely not! We want the full treatment."

He continued his ministrations, catching his breath at the sight of their two pussies perfectly contoured under the tight material of their bikini bottoms. He looked over at Natalie, cheeks suddenly hot, a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. But there was nothing to fear: she was watching him hotly, and blew him a kiss, mouthing the words, "I love you." She looked down at his crotch. His cock was hard between his legs as he knelt on the sand, the throbbing head and shaft clearly outlined against the thin nylon. He lifted his hands from the upper thighs of the two younger women. He was finished. As he closed the top of the suntan lotion, a boy of about eighteen came along selling margaritas in plastic cups from a tray. 

"Perfect," Natalie said. "Pierre, I think we would all like one of those. Our treat, girls."

He caught his breath. She was going to make him walk to the boy to get the drinks, a distance of only ten feet or so, true, but all the time his cock would be straining against his swimsuit, in full view of the other women. Maybe they wouldn't look up. He stood, aware that Natalie certainly was watching. His cock wouldn't stop throbbing. The boy, of course, only had eyes for the glistening bodies of the three oily bodies before him. Pierre took a deep breath, walked over to the boy. He took out the first two plastic cups. His breath was quickening. He felt, foolishly. as if every eye on the beach was staring at his display. His cock had subsided a tiny bit, and he breathed a little easier. He turned with the drinks in his hands, to find all three women leaning up on their elbows, the loose tops of their bikinis covering their breasts haphazardly. Pierre gulped again. All three sets of eyes were on his crotch, on the long thick shape of his cock that waved back and forth as he moved. 

He was shocked by his reaction. He couldn't help it. His cock got harder. A surge of arousal ripped through him. As he bent over to pass the margaritas to Lara and Debbie, he felt his cock swelling to full thickness, and he knew the head would be completely outlined beneath the flimsy material, right in front of their faces. He pushed his hips forward slightly, increasing the prominence of his hard cock. Debbie was smiling wickedly, clearly enjoying the sight. Lara was just wide-eyed, hunger in her eyes. As she lifted her hand to take the drink, her breast lifted out of its cup, and he saw the hard nipple crinkling in the sunlight. Another surge of arousal ripped through him. He stood there for a second longer, making sure they got a very good look at his cock and balls inches from their faces. He glanced over at Natalie, whose eyes were riveted on him and on the other women. She was biting her lip, and he could see her hips squirming. He turned and signed for the four drinks, returning to the women, his cock still pressing forward against the thin red nylon. He passed in front of the other two women, who were looking up, almost worshipful, and handed Natalie her drink. "My love," he said, passing it to her. 

"Darling," she replied. 

He went and sat down on his lounge chair, sipping his drink, looking down at the three glistening bodies facing away from him, their chat lost in the breeze and the sound of the waves behind him. Gradually his cock subsided, and the women turned over onto their fronts, carelessly tying their bikini tops, shifting their breasts into the cups of their tops as if he wasn't even there. He felt almost invisible. It gave him a thrill. 

"All right," Natalie said, looking up at Pierre. "The girls have agreed to come to our condo for dinner tonight. I told them about our bet, that tonight you would be making the drinks and serving the dinner. Among other things." She looked devilishly over at the other two women. He breathed in deeply, wondering exactly what she had told them. His mind raced, remembering the previous night, when he had been in control, inviting young Bill up for a "treat". "So, 7 o'clock, girls? Let's get our towels and stuff together, Pierre. You have some preparations to make." 

"Sure thing. I wouldn't miss this for the world!" Debbie said, while Lara just nodded, smiling first at Natalie, then at Debbie, before shifting her eyes over to Pierre's bare chest, then his stomach, then to his crotch as he stood. "We love to go out. We'll even dress for the occasion."

"Ooooooh yes," Natalie replied. "The heat down here makes you feel so wicked, doesn't it?"

Debbie nodded. "It sure does. Oh, and by the way - " she paused and pointed at Pierre's crotch - "I love your swimsuit." She grinned widely.

"Thanks," Pierre said, returning the wicked smile. "Natalie deserves the credit. She's the one who dresses me up."

Debbie raised her eyebrows in mock surprise. "Well I hope she chooses something just as tasty tonight. Something really snacky."

"Oh, I will," Natalie said, turning to walk along the sand. "Come on, honey, before you attract a crowd."

Once they had gotten back to the condo, Pierre was sure Natalie would want to fuck her brains out, but he was wrong. She really was in the zone, he thought to himself. Further in the zone than he could have imagined. She had just walked up to him, and let him feel her sopping pussy after her afternoon of tormenting him on the beach. 

Seven o'clock. He was groaning inside with anticipation. He had no idea what Natalie had in mind. He knew, however, that he would cum in a second, once she decided the time had arrived. He looked over at the pitcher of margaritas he had made, the table he had laid out, and the smoked mackerel they had bought at the market, the local variant of smoked salmon. Chips and salsa. Dinner was ceviche as a first course, a main course of sliced warm, chicken, fried vegetables and soft tortillas, and a simple dessert of fruit steeped in tequila. He and Natalie always ate healthy. Although he didn't know it now, by the time Debbie and Lara left in the early hours of the morning, he would be grateful for this sustenance. But right now, even his wildest fantasy wouldn't have prepared him for the evening ahead. 

Natalie called from the bedroom. "Great margaritas, honey!"

The knock came at the door as Natalie emerged from the bedroom, sipping her margarita. "This is going to be so much fun!" she squealed. 

Pierre opened the door. "Welcome, ladies." 

They looked him up and down, their giggles breaking into laughter as Natalie came up behind him. Debbie pointed. "Oh you two make such a great pair. I can't believe it! Matching outfits!"

"Of course," Natalie said. "I especially like Pierre's, don't you?"

"Oh we have to get a picture!" 

Pierre had been blown away by Natalie's choice. They did have matching cotton beach outfits. Hers was sort of a sundress, white with blue piping at the edges, with a scoop neck to show the round of her breasts, slit all the way up to the top of her hips, tied together over her thighs with a couple of knotted strings. Very short, coming down only a few inches below her pussy. It was meant to be worn with a swimsuit underneath, but clearly tonight there was nothing underneath: her nipples, those telltale symptoms of her desire, were bouncing freely under the thin cotton, and at her mound, the curly strands of her tuft of hair pushed against the thin material as she stood. A capital "N" was embroidered over her right thigh. Pierre's outfit, on the other hand, was a simple wraparound piece of white cotton with blue piping, fastened with velcro at the hip. A capital "P" was embroidered over his right thigh. His cock, in its state of constant semi-hardness since this afternoon, was visible as a slow curving ridge under the front of the fabric. 

Natalie giggled. "Oh yes, a picture!" She looked at the two women. "And then we have to get one of you two. God. So sexy!"

Pierre had to agree. Debbie was wearing a tight cotton sundress with spaghetti straps, in a floral pattern that flowed around her tall body as she moved, the buttons undone up her thighs almost to her crotch, showing flashes of silky thigh. On her feet she wore simply white strappy sandals with flat soles. Lara's outfit, on the other hand, was breathtaking: she had a gold lamé stretch top over her full breasts, laced up at the front with matching gold laces, with a single strap over one shoulder. It was very tight: her breasts bulged out the top, her nipples and even her aureoles were visible through the stretch lamé. The top only went a couple of inches below her breasts, so that her silky skin shone down past her navel, all lovely taut muscular bulges, to the waist of her matching gold lamé skirt, which stretched over her hips, tied with a matching gold lace down her right hip. Almost certainly, she was wearing no panties. On her feet she wore a pair of sexy mules, with a wide strap of clear plastic.

Pierre caught his breath, seriously wondering what plot Natalie had hatched with these women when they had been chatting on their lounge chairs. He got the digital camera.

Debbie took the pictures. She took care to pose him and Natalie, obviously so that the curve of his cock would be very visible against the background of Natalie's skin, and so that her hard nipple would be etched against the white stucco background. He felt a return of the thrill he had felt earlier this afternoon parading himself on the beach at Natalie's behest. Then Natalie took a couple of pictures of Debbie and Lara. Then they got on with drinks and dinner. 

Pierre served the margaritas, passed the smoked mackerel, making sure the women were well looked after, every inch the attentive manservant. Every once in a while one of the women would make a crack about his cotton wrap around his waist, commenting on the bulge as it swelled and subsided as he got up and walked around. There was no pretence now about anything: their goal tonight was to tease and torment Pierre - how far they would carry it was up to Natalie. The two guests were fascinating. Lara remained quiet, but intense, smiling and laughing quietly, while Debbie was more outgoing, louder, more confident. 

Once, when Pierre cleared away the ceviche, Lara blurted out, "when does the treat begin?" Debbie and Natalie looked at her, their eyes wide and only mildly scolding as Pierre turned his questioning stare to Natalie. Natalie patted Lara's hand as the younger woman lowered her eyes, her cheeks flushed. "Oh just be patient, sweet thing. Hungry are you?" They laughed.

Before dessert, Natalie took the other two women out onto the deck to see the lights up and down the beach. She smiled at how friendly and relaxed they all were, at how nice it was that Debbie placed her arms around both their waists so easily and comfortably as they chatted amiably. They had certainly taken their time over dinner, and they were all feeling very mellow from the margaritas and the wine. Natalie really enjoyed the way Debbie took smiling liberties, looking to Natalie for approval, running her fingers over Pierre's firm stomach, and up the backs of his thighs. 

Pierre placed their dessert on the table. "Next course, ladies." Pierre remained standing next to Debbie. 

"Does he have sensitive nipples?" she asked.

Natalie's permanent wicked smile turned toward her, and then up at him. "See for yourself, if you want." She knew that his nipples were very sensitive; he often said he was amazed he didn't cum sometimes from her touching them. Debbie looked down at the slight bulge. All three women started to focus on what was happening as Debbie flicked his nipple with her nail. His cock started to lift visibly, in slow jerks. Pierre whimpered. Lara was breathing hard, and lifted her hand as if to reach out for his cock. Pierre whimpered again. His cock twitched into full erection, the head clearly outlined under the cotton wrap around his waist, lifting it so that the gap at the side where it was fastened opened up, showing his muscular thigh right up to his hip. Lara's hand, instead of moving to his cock, moved up to his other nipple, which she flicked along with Debbie. Pierre whimpered again hoarsely. 

"Lovely, isn't it, girls?" Natalie said, biting her own lip as a small wet spot appeared on the front of the wrap. "I'd say it's about time for his treat. I'll be right back. But don't stop what you are doing. Pierre you be a good boy." And here she leaned over and kissed his mouth, then ran her fingertips under his chin. "Just one rule now, my lovely darling. You aren't to speak any more, until I say so. Or should I bring something to keep you quiet?"

"No," he said hoarsely. "I understand. No words." 

Debbie took this opportunity to take off her sandals. When Lara turned casually to take off her mules - they had high heels, and platform soles about an inch thick, Debbie just smiled and shook her head. "No, why don't you leave them on." Lara slid her small feet back into the clear plastic of the pretty but awkward shoes. 

Pierre groaned. He had never felt so close to the edge as tonight. His cock was bursting. Each time Debbie or Lara flicked a nipple he felt the jolt right through to the tip of his cock. Standing there, breathing hard, his cock so much on display as Natalie clearly wanted, he felt the thrill of the forbidden, the intense surge of nastiness that made him want to throw all caution to the winds. Lara was so focused on the twitching of his cock she had inclined her head forward, as if trying to examine it scientifically; he could feel her warm breath on his thigh, curling under the wrap and around his cock. He whimpered again, the sensation of the fabric on his twitching member causing additional arousal. He was sure he would cum very soon. He could hardly stand it. 

Natalie returned, a length of soft rope in her hands. Pierre's eyes widened. Sometimes they indulged in some light bondage, tying each other up and toying with each other. 

"All right girls, it's time." She pulled a length of the rope out between her hands. "Pierre, please sit on the couch now. Right in the middle."

He did so, his hands awkwardly at his sides on the cushions. His cock was standing straight up under the material of the wrap, a wider wet stain showing at the tip. He was breathing hard. There was no effort now at modesty. 

"Ooooh Lara, look at that," Debbie said, pointing down at his cock. Lara nodded, her lips parted. Then Debbie turned to Natalie, a look of wicked provocation on her face. "Natalie, you know Lara told me all the things that were going through her mind earlier today when we were on the beach. When Pierre was oiling us up, and getting our drinks. What she would like to do with your husband's gorgeous cock."

Natalie breathed in quickly, curiosity igniting more arousal within her. "Oh really Lara? Tell me what you wanted to do."

Lara lowered her eyes, a blush suffusing her face framed by her short blonde hair. 

"Yes, little Lara, tell us. Come on. In detail." Debbie looked at her intently, and Lara looked up, nodding. 

"Okay. I... I... I wanted to see his cock."

"Is that all?" Natalie asked. She wanted to know all that was in the girl's imagination. She watched Lara form her words as she stepped behind the couch and handed one end of the rope to Debbie. "I'll do his right wrist, you do his left. What else, Lara? I would love to know. I wonder if you have the same thoughts I have."

Pierre was groaning, listening to them talk about him this way, as if he were simply an object, waiting to be used. He felt his wrists being tied tightly and spread apart as the rope was looped through the end of the wicker frame of the couch. 

"I wanted to feel it, see how hard it was, with my fingers." The petite woman was rubbing her hand over her bare tummy, her nails scratching it lightly. Her nipples were hard and pointed under the gold lamé of her tight top. 

"Oh yes, Lara, I know what you mean." Natalie responded. She was enjoying the smaller woman's desire, her fantasies about her man. "It is very hard, and just lovely to wrap your fingers around. You thought you'd like to do that, did you? Wrap your lovely small fingers around his thick, long hard cock?"

Lara looked up, heat in her cheeks, and nodded. "Oh yes."

"What else?" Debbie said. "Tell Natalie what you told me, sweetie."

Lara lowered her eyes, blushing deeply. "I wanted to suck it. Wanted to take his cock in my mouth and suck it." Now there was a note of urgency in her voice, like she needed to blurt it out. 

Natalie passed Debbie another rope end, and the two of them tied Pierre's ankles. Natalie stood up and admired her handiwork, Pierre's bronzed, tall body spread apart, his chest heaving, the muscles of his thighs and calves tautening and relaxing as he listened to Lara's breathy words. 

Natalie wanted to push the girl further. "Oh yes, Lara, it is lovely and hard. To take it deep in your mouth, and slowly let it slide in and out over your lips and tongue? Is that it? Anything else?" She knew she was urging Lara past the point of no return; in a few minutes she would be telling everything. 

Pierre was going mad with lust now, his cock raging, thick and bursting, the head bobbing as the blood pulsed through it. 

Lara was almost in another world. She spoke as if in a dream. "I wanted to suck it, take it all the way in, and wrap my fingers around his balls and massage them till I could feel his cum spurting in my mouth. I wanted to suck him dry. Feel him fuck my mouth." She whimpered. 

Debbie said, "Anything else, Lara? You really were turned on by it, weren't you? Such a hot little girl, aren't you?"

Lara again lowered her eyes. She bit her lip. "I wanted him to fuck me. Fuck me over and over again."

"Really?" Natalie said, her cheeks hot, her nipples tingling.

"Yes," Lara went on, almost carried away. "Yes, feel his hard thick cock splitting me apart, driving up into me, so I couldn't help myself, just cumming hard on his cock, over and over."

Natalie just nodded. The look on the faces of the three women was intense and hot. Natalie looked over at Lara, who was clearly in a state of high arousal, her fingers dancing over her nipples, her hips shifting slowly. "Lara, kiss his nipples, suck them and tease them. This is all part of his treat."

Pierre watched the younger woman approach his chest, aware that the stain on his beach wrap was spreading, that his cock was lifting it now, the base of his shaft visible on the one side, his hairy balls tight and exposed. He wasn't sure he could control himself once Lara started teasing his nipples. He had never felt so aroused in his life. This particular scene, plus Natalie's play with him earlier in the day, bringing him to the edge of arousal several times, made him read to erupt. He writhed as the blonde woman's mouth took his nipple, the warm wetness, then the tongue darting over the sensitive nipple. He groaned loudly, and his hips shot forward. He was going nuts. He knew his cock was just streaming with precum now as she pushed him to the edge of arousal. He was moaning constantly, Lara's mouth working first on one nipple, then the other. He could smell the mixed scent of her perfume and her own arousal, her warm wanton body. He would gladly have fucked her. Under her small hand on his stomach his muscles were rippling, contracting as the jolts of arousal ripped through him. 

He was aching, bursting, so close to cumming, he couldn't stand it. His chest was heaving. 

"Oh myyyyyyyy!" Debbie said. "I think we might have had a little accident." Lara lifted her face from Pierre's chest and looked down at Pierre's crotch where Debbie was pointing. All they could see was the base of his shaft and his balls, where a flow of white had appeared, a copious flow dripping down his balls in several streams, the front of the beach wrap now quite wet. 




Deeper Release



Natalie shook her head and smiled wickedly. "Oh no," she said. "That's hardly the main event. That's just what happens when he is really really really excited. Let me show you." Pierre couldn't believe it when she undid the velcro fastener and pulled it completely open, revealing his throbbing cock completely. "Just kiss his nipple again, Lara, I'll show you what I mean." Lara complied, sucking his nipple between his teeth. When she did so his hips jerked, and a pulse of white fluid surged from his tiny slit, down his cock, a white path through the hair on his balls. "You see? That's just precum. When he's really aroused he just flows. I love it." She looked down proudly. 

Pierre was incredibly pent up, groaning, shaking his head from side to side, looking down at his cock, feeling the shocks of lust drive directly to his cock from Lara's tongue on his nipple, groaning as she lifted herself away and stood, her two legs on either side of one of his, the soft skin of her legs warm and silky against his strong hairy legs. 

"Yes," Natalie continued. "He is so cute, isn't he? Desperate I would say." Then she bent over, her fingers extended toward the head of his cock. Pierre watched the fingertips close in on the wet pulsing cockhead. 

None of them was prepared for what happened next. As soon as Natalie touched the head of his cock Pierre spasmed. His hips lifted, then recoiled, and tensed. Then he groaned loudly, long and deep. Her touch on his crown was electric. All the teasing and torment of the day came out as she swirled her finger once around his wet slit. His cock erupted. A first long looping arc of white cum shot into the air. Natalie jerked her finger away, and uttered a cry of surprise. "Oh wow," said Debbie, her hand to her mouth. "Oh god," said Lara hoarsely. Then another spasm rolled through him, and he shot another jet of cum out, his cock bouncing wildly. 

"Oh godddddddddd! Uhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnn!" Pierre groaned and shook and shuddered. Several more spurts came out shooting onto the carpet, one line of cum hitting Lara's leg, dripping down her thigh and calf. "Please, please stroke it." 

Natalie jerked her head sternly. "I said you weren't to speak! Clearly I am going to have to use this." She wrapped a silk scarf around his mouth, placing it between his lips - not too tight, more for effect than anything. Then the three women just watched. His cock finally stopped spurting and subsided into intense jerks as the remainder of his cum seeped out the head, streaming down his thick ridged cock. He ached to have someone milk the final drops out.

"My, my, my..." Natalie finally said. "Oh honey, you weren't supposed to do that!" She leaned over and kissed his cheek. She looked down at his still hard, still pulsing cock. "MMMMMM I love you. You are so fabulous. But the night is far from over yet. Just a slight change in plan." She stood up, beaming, her body perfectly revealed under her tight beach wrap, her nipples hard as little raisins. 

"Please Mistress." It was Lara who spoke. Natalie turned. Lara was looking pleadingly at Debbie. She was fingering her nipples through her top, biting her lower lip, rubbing her other hand over her tummy and hips. 

Natalie looked, observing the chemistry between the two other women, slow to understand. Debbie looked back at the smaller woman, a hot wicked smile on her face, as she shook her head. "No baby, I have plans for you, too. Just control yourself a little. And pour Natalie and I another margarita from the pitcher in the fridge, like a good little girl." 

Lara groaned. "Yes Miss." She pursed her lips one last time, and turned to do as she was asked. Debbie looked at Natalie, the perpetual controlled smile on her face, and walked over to the bar dividing the kitchen from the living room. 

Natalie was just a little off balance. She was incredibly aroused from what had just happened with Pierre, and she was in the midst of organizing in her mind what was to happen for the rest of the evening; she simply had some general ideas about having the other two women help her with teasing and tormenting her beloved husband. She looked down at his cock and smiled; it was only now just starting to soften, lying on its side, still gleaming with cum. A surge of desire rolled through her. Her cunt was soaking; she could smell her own scent. 

Lara reappeared from the kitchen, standing next to Debbie, holding out the two margaritas. Natalie walked over and took hers, sipping it, enjoying the sweet and sour taste. She looked first at Debbie, then at Lara. She was intensely curious. 

"What did she mean when she said 'Mistress'?" 

Debbie sipped her drink, looking over the rim of the glass. "I wondered if you would have figured it out. But I guess not." She smiled warmly, extending her fingers under Lara's chin, which she lifted. "Baby, tell Natalie what you meant. Why you called me Mistress."

Lara looked up, parted her lips, then lowered her eyes, looking down at the floor. Finally she looked up, almost as if she found it hard to breathe. "She is my Mistress, Natalie. I am hers. I - " she angled her head slightly, her eyes flooding with warmth - "- submit to her."

Natalie listened, open-mouthed, nodding but not quite understanding, not quite sure she was hearing it right. She had read of such things, but always assumed they were more fictional than real. All she could find to say was, "What do you mean?"

"Yes, Lara, tell her what you mean. What are you to me?"

"Oh Mistress..." Lara looked pleadingly up at the taller blonde woman, clearly blushing. 

Debbie looked back, suddenly serious. "Lara..." There was a stern note in her voice, evidently all that was needed. 

"Sorry Mistress." Lara drew herself up and looked at Natalie in the eyes. "I am hers, you see. Her slut." She paused as Natalie listened, not quite sure she was hearing what she was hearing. Lara went on. "I am her slut, her naughty, nasty slut, to use and control, however she wishes. I have found myself with her. I am hers." Lara paused again. She closed her eyes, almost as if she were experiencing some intense shiver of delight. Her eyes still closed, she repeated, "I am her slut."

She smiled uncertainly up at the taller woman, looking for approval. "Your slut, Mistress."

Natalie stood next to the two other women, her mouth slightly agape, looking from Lara to Debbie and back again. She had never liked the word "slut", from the time it had been used in high school for girls who slept around, who were "easy". But this was different. She saw the glow in Lara's face as she wrestled with the brief humiliation, saw it transformed almost into pride, saw the colour spread in blotches across the small blonde's upper chest, her nipples hard, her cleavage rounded in the gap under the laces holding her lamé top together. She sipped her drink nervously, and looked over briefly at Pierre, having almost forgotten about him. He was also transfixed by the conversation, and his response was clear: his cock had risen again. Throbbing, still glistening from having ejaculated 20 or 30 minutes earlier. 

"You two are lesbians?" Natalie asked, incredulously. 

Debbie shook her head. "Not exactly. We are both bi, really. Especially Lara. She has these needs you see, and I control them. It is so lovely. She will fuck anyone I tell her to. Like earlier, when she was telling you what she wanted to do with your husband's delicious cock." She looked over at him again, her eyes dancing as she saw his cock had hardened again to a full erection. "And like now. I know she is sopping wet. Aren't you, baby?"

Lara gulped visibly and nodded. "Yes Mistress. I can't help it." She squeezed her thighs together.

Natalie's eyes flitted between Debbie and Lara. "So she will do whatever you want? Fuck whoever you ask her to?"

"Oh yes," Debbie replied. "She loves my control, don't you darling?" She reached her fingers forward and touching Lara's lips. "She would be afraid to let her real self out otherwise, you see. By giving me the power, she releases herself to feel all those dark deep secret urges. And she has so many of them, don't you, baby?"

Natalie looked at the smaller woman nod, her breasts rising and falling, pressing against her top. 

Debbie looked intently, amiably at Natalie. "Do you mind? If so, we can leave. If it bothers you."

Natalie surprised herself by how quickly she responded. "Oh no! Stay! It doesn't bother me at all." She looked over at Pierre, and giggled. "In fact, I think Pierre kind of likes the idea. A bit of a fantasy of his, you see." She smiled over at the two women. 

Debbie smiled warmly, leaned over and kissed Natalie on the cheek. "That is so lovely." She looked over at Pierre, his cock again rock hard. "Yes, a lot of men have that fantasy. What is it do you think?" She laughed and sipped her margarita.

"Well, it is kind of sexy, I suppose," Natalie said.

"Oh yes, very sexy. Now Natalie, Lara is going to be naked soon. I want you to help her, if you don't mind, lovely Natalie. Unlace her top."

Natalie stood staring as Lara turned to face her, her chest thrust forward. Almost without thinking she lifted her fingers and undid the knot that held Lara's top together. One by one she pulled the laces through the holes until the top spread apart, unfettered. Looking up, questioningly, her fingers let the laces fall, and she slowly pushed aside the gold lamé material. Lara had such pretty, full breasts, with small pale aureoles, and hard, pale nipples. They were well-proportioned breasts, with a slight pout, so that the nipples almost pointed upward. Natalie pushed the lamé top off Lara's shoulders, then dropped her hand to her sides. 

Then she looked up at Debbie. "Very pretty. God." She was blushing in spite of herself. 

"Oh yes, she is."

"And she will do whatever you ask?" Natalie looked over at Pierre, his cock now bobbing as he watched his wife undo Lara's top, the smaller, younger woman's breasts now exposed, nipples hard, her silky stomach fluttering, her hips shifting. He could hardly believe it, the turn the evening was taking. 

"Oh yes, whatever I ask," Debbie replied. "Because if she doesn't then I punish her."

"Punish her?"

"Oh yes. Sometimes a good hard spanking. Sometimes something stronger. Turn and bend, my lovely girl." Lara turned toward Debbie, half bending, her breasts hanging down, thrusting her buttocks out to the taller woman. Debbie rubbed her hand over Lara's ass and smacked it hard, twice. Lara gave an intake of breath, and a low grunt. "You would like more, wouldn't you, Lara?"

Lara blushed and looked up at Natalie. "Yes Miss. You know I love to be spanked."

Natalie soaked in the strange scene like a sponge. "And you actually ask her to fuck other men and women?"

"Oh!" Debbie laughed and tossed her head. "Not indiscriminately. Just the people I judge to be the right ones ...for our needs." She reached her fingers forward and pinched Lara's nipple, twisting it, tugging it, then letting it drag out of her fingertips. Lara whimpered as Debbie did this. "Like right now, for instance." She looked Natalie in the eyes. "I know she really wants to suck Pierre's cock. I would make her. She would love it."

"She would?" Natalie was now biting her lip, caught up in the moment of control and power, her eyes dancing between Lara, and Debbie, and Pierre. Pierre was moving his hips, his cock waving in the warm air. 

Natalie looked back at Debbie. "Do it. Have her suck his cock."

Debbie smiled and laughed briefly again. "Do it, baby. Do a good job. I want to be proud of you."

Pierre watched, wide-eyed, as the petite young woman walked toward him her breasts swaying, her body warm with a sheen of perspiration, her gold skirt tight around her hips. Natalie sent an intense look of adoration at Pierre, then returned her eyes to the young woman with the blonde pixie cut. Lara knelt between Pierre's outstretched legs, her eyes smouldering, focused on his hard thick bobbing cock. Her small fingers, nails painted shiny soft pink, ran up his thighs toward the base of his shaft. Her bare breasts glided pressed on the inside of his thighs as he lay there spread out. Pierre groaned behind his gag. Natalie shifted, and sat on the edge of the couch, watching closely, carefully, to one side, and Debbie sat on the other side. She watched Lara's soft pink tongue extend from her lips, the tip touching the base of Pierre's cock, then sliding up the thick vein on the underside, right to the tip. She watched it flick up and down the sensitive spot below the crown as Pierre groaned and pushed his hips forward. Her breasts with their hard nipples were sliding back and forth along Pierre's thighs as she moved around his cock, licking the shaft. She opened her mouth above Pierre's cock, then slowly lowered down onto it. His cock disappeared slowly, deeper and deeper in her mouth. Natalie grunted aloud, expelling her breath as she watched Lara take his cock in her mouth. "Oh god," she said. "Don't stop." 

The thrill she felt at watching this woman suck Pierre's cock was a startling revelation to her. She stared, mesmerized. Lara slowly lowered and raised her mouth over his thick shaft, pressing her lips to the head and then letting her tongue swirl around and around it. She took it in deep, Natalie couldn't believe how deep, and then sucked, hollows forming in her cheeks as she sucked. Debbie got off the couch and stood behind Lara, placing her foot between Lara's knees, and pushed Lara's legs apart. She leaned down and with her two hands lifted Lara's skirt up, pulling it up around her waist. Natalie was spellbound. Lara was wearing no panties. Just her lovely firm round buttocks now exposed to the room. Debbie smiled wordlessly at Natalie and crooked her finger, beckoning her over. Natalie almost jumped to her feet. Debbie reached out her hand and took one of Natalie's, pulling her close. Natalie felt uncomfortable, but intensely curious at the same time. The look of delirium in Pierre's eyes flooded her with warmth. He was moaning regularly through the scarf as Lara's blonde head moved up and down his shaft. Debbie squeezed Natalie's hand and then ran her own fingers down over Lara's buttocks, closer and closer to her pussy. Lara's legs spread, her cute labia swollen and glistening, the bright pink nub of her clit poking out through the wet lips. Debbie's fingers, the nails painted dark red, move down the crack of Lara's ass, down to the base of her slit, then along the swollen wet lips, moving them from side to side, showing the brighter pink of her inner lips. Lara moaned and pushed her cunt back toward the fingers, but Debbie removed them. She brought her fingertips back, all glistening, staring at Natalie, and licked them, savouring the flavour. Squeezing Natalie's fingers again, she took Natalie's hand forward, guiding the fingertips to Lara's wet cuntlips, sliding them up and down. Natalie had never felt a woman's pussy like this before. She let Debbie slide her fingertips over the slippery silkiness, so much like her own swollen lips. She could feel her own wetness dripping down the inside of her thigh. Even after Debbie removed her guiding hand, Natalie slid her fingertips up and down the younger woman's hungry pussy. Then she removed them, and brought them to her nose, smelling the other girl's scent, so like her own, and also different. She touched her tongue to her finger, tasting. She felt so naughty, so forbidden. She turned to look at Debbie, blushing profusely, to see that Debbie had undone almost all the buttons on her dress, and was sliding her fingers down between her legs. Debbie looked at Natalie and took her hand again, this time guiding Natalie's fingers to her own pussy. Natalie felt the other women's soaking pussy, felt the strong fingers of the tall woman press her own fingers along the waiting slit, then up over the clit.

They were all distracted then by Pierre's louder moans. Natalie was in a whirlpool of sensations, all of them new, all of them intense. She had to see Pierre cum in the girl's mouth. She left Debbie's side and moved next to Pierre and Lara, kneeling on the floor next to them.

"Oh yes, Lara, honey," she said, "suck him beautifully, suck him nice and hard. Take him deep." Then she looked up at Pierre whose eyes were lost deep in the depths of sexual ecstasy. His hips were moving, he was biting the scarf, groaning and grunting. "Oh yes, lover, cum for me, cum in the slut's mouth, she loves to suck your cock. She has a lovely slut mouth aching for your cum. You want to cum in her soft sweet mouth, don't you baby? Come on!" 

His eyes widened more; he looked mad, as if he was about to be pushed over a precipice. She saw Lara sucking harder, moving her mouth slowly up and down, her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, her other hand massaging his balls.

"Come on, lover. Fuck her mouth. You want to fuck her beautiful slut mouth, don't you? feel your cum shooting down her throat? Come on baby, fuck her mouth nice and deep!"

Then his entire body tensed. Completely rigid. Then he exploded. His hips shot forward and Natalie watched his cock bury deep in Lara's mouth, saw the pulsing of his shaft as the spurts of cum shot up, saw the girl sucking, swallowing, taking him in, milking him dry. He groaned and thrashed, his limbs still held tight by the bonds. Natalie felt genuine heat all over her body. Her hand went involuntarily to her own cunt, and she dug her fingers deep into her lips, not worrying about the presence of the others. She looked up for a brief self-conscious second and saw Debbie slowly fingering her pussy, looking on, serene and in control. 

Natalie groaned and took her fingers away from her cunt, smelling herself, mixed with the scent of the two other women, then tasting herself. Slowly Pierre's thrashing subsided as Lara slowed her sucking, and licked his cock clean with her tongue. It was beautiful, Natalie, thought, seeing this girl lick her husband's cock, him so helpless and completely in her power. She felt an incredible thrillt. She smiled deeply and warmly at Lara now kneeling between Pierre's legs, her breasts full and proud, the girl's nipples hard, her face shining from her own heat. Impulsively, Natalie leaned over quickly and kissed Lara on the lips. She had an urge to taste her husband on the lips of this girl who was so proud to call herself a slut, who was so hungry to feel these urges. Her lips were soft, very hot, and her tongue darted between the girl's lips, trying to taste her husband's cum there. Her eyes widened, startled when she felt the girl's arms around her neck, the soft mouth opening and sucking her tongue in, their teeth clacking as they hit. After a few stunned seconds Natalie pulled back, smiling, flustered, hardly knowing what to say. "Oh Lara, thank you. You were just wonderful. I had to taste." 

Lara smiled back, running her fingers over her breasts, and leaning down and kissing Pierre's softening cock, tilting over on its side. Then she unzipped the side of her skirt and pushed it down, stepping her knees out of it. She turned and looked up at her Mistress. "Mistress, can I lick the Lady's pussy now? Make her cum also?"

Natalie was momentarily disconcerted, being addressed as "the Lady" in psuedo-medieval language. Debbie tossed her head and laughed, sitting back on a stool at the bar, her dress now completely unbuttoned all the way down the front, revealing her own trim and athletic tall body. "Oh my lovely little slut, how hungry you are! Do you think Natalie would like that?" Debbie turned her face to Natalie, who sat on the edge of the couch, listening without reacting, as if she were in another world. Then she slowly shook her head. "Ummmmm no... uhhh... I don't think I'm ready for that." She paused. Then she blurted out, "I would like to see her lick your pussy." She was embarrassed by how keenly she wanted to see it. She looked at Debbie, then at Lara, then briefly at Pierre, who was still not saying anything, his body showing a sheen of perspiration, his cock semi-hard, lying sideways in his nest of hair. 




Deeper Submission to Your Master



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Deeper Water: Bella's First Time



...This story is my idea of what followed after Bella greets Edward on the beach of Isle Esme.

Deeper Water

Edward lifted me up out of the water in his arms so that I had to bend my head down to keep my lips locked onto his. His hands ran up and down my back, the motion was soft and fluttering. Edward was trying his best to be gentle, trying almost too hard. I longed for him to kiss me roughly, for his hands to cause more friction and heat upon my skin. His lips wandered from my mouth and began to explore my jawline, my face. I craned my neck towards the sky to give him access to my pulsing throat. He lapped at it through unsteady breathing. His touches became more palpable and less reserved. My Edward's walls were finally coming down.

His lips trailed further down my neck, following the curve of my collarbone down my right shoulder. As his face moved back toward the left, I quickly understood his destination, and my skin pricked even more. My breathing was already heavy, I was gasping as if I'd ran for miles. Edward's lips found my breast, and I made a noise almost like a sob. The water was warm enough to temper the differences between our body heats. While I was covered in goosebumps, I wasn't especially cold. His skin against mine felt like the coolness of the sidewalk on a hot day. I drank it in. His arms, which had stayed wrapped around the small of my back up until now, were moving again. One of his hands slid quickly underneath my butt, making a seat for me. All of my weight pressed against his cool stone chest. He raised his other hand to my breast, where his cool mouth was already working, and began to massage me. His lips closed around my nipple, and I made another mewling noise. My back arched toward him and my face once again lifted toward the night stars. I ran my now free hands through his damp hair, gripping handfuls of it as his tounge gently caressed my nipple, making small circles around it before taking it ever so softly between his teeth. His hands were rubbing me urgently now, almost to the point of pain, but of course I didn't tell him. It was the most exquisite pain of my life. A low, feline moan escaped my lips, but that was all.

Edward reacted to the sound by readjusting his hold on me, pressing me even tighter into his chest. The hand holding me up began to move slowly as well, caressing and massaging my buttcheek with his long thin hands. His hand moved closer to my cleft, beginning to run his fingers along my crack and venturing closer to the heat between my thighs. My lower half reacted to this instinctively, my hips began to rock into him slowly as I tried to press myself even closer. My whole body was hot, nearly on fire as the warm caress of the water melded with the friction of his movements. 

By this time my body was adhered to Edwards. My legs were wrapped around this torso, my arms were wrapped around his neck. As he continued to suckle my breast, I kissed his hair, smelling the intoxicated scent of it. Edward let a small groan escape his throat. It was a low, rumbling erotic sound. I began to notice through my ecstacy that we were moving through the water, toward the shore. When the water was shallow at his feet, Edward lowered me down enough so that he could kiss my face again. "Bella, Bella, oh my Bella" he harshly whispered into my ear, "I need to see you". With that he laid me down on the wet sand. The calm waves broke at my feet and the water ebbed up and down my body. After breaking through the bonds of my limbs, Edward leaned back onto his heels and gazed at me. His eyes scoured my body, writhing and reaching for him in the waves. His topaz eyes raked over all of me, stopping to linger on those parts that he had never before had the courage to touch. 

His hand reached out to me slowly, carefully. He brushed the hair away from my neck and shoulders, the ends were already wet with saltwater and it was heavy and tangled. My eyes were on his flat chest, his angled shoulders, and most of all, the long pale shaft that was still lengthening. With effort, I pulled my eyes back up to look at his face, and was startled to see that his eyes were on my face as well. There was no smile on his face, his lips were slightly parted as if he was on the verge of speaking. His eyes were mystifying - gold and electric, worried but still kind, and filled with reverance. And there was a hunger there, behind his stoic mask, more animal than anything else I'd seen from him. "Oh Bella," he breathed again, his voice thick and soft, "Bella I love you, and I want you more than anything. But I'm still scared Bella, that once I start I wont be able to stop. I'm worried that I might take too much of you". My hand reached up to his face, but from where I was lying it was slightly out of reach. I sat up nearer to him, but instead of reaching for his face I let my hand fall to his chest. I trailed my finger down his stomach, stopping just a little short of his cock. "Edward," I whispered, "I don't ever want you to stop. But I know that you will. You are so much stronger than you believe, and I know that you won't ever hurt me. Now give yourself to me Edward, show me that you want me like a man should want his wife".

Edward sprung towards me then, pushing me back against the sand. His lips ravaged mine, his tounge ran along my teeth and outlined the contours of my mouth. Suddenly his lips were gone, traveling quickly down my throat, my chest, my stomach. He stopped just below my navel, long enough to look up at me with his angelic-wicked eyes. Then he dipped his face down toward my blossoming flower, and inhaled deeply. His eyes closed as he exhaled, his breath was cold on the inside of my legs. "Just sampling the bouqet before the feast" he answered to my questioning face. 

He was upon me then, his face was buried deep in the furrows of my thighs. His lips were cold, as always, but the senstation was more intense for this sensitive area of my body. His tongue parted my lips gently and then he began slowly lapping. At first his movements were small, but he began to move further and further between my legs with each stroke, until he was tasting me from the start of my opening all the way to my wet, hot center. He began to concentrate on my virginal hole, moving his tongue in and out of it slowly while using his hands to keep my legs spread wide. My breathing was even more erratic now, my chest was heaving, arching up off of the sand as Edward's mouth worked. My hands were once again in his thick bronze hair, trying to pull his face away from me when the senstation became too much. But my attempts were useless, he was much too strong, and much too focused on this task. For the first time I understood why he feared losing control, there was nothing I could do to escape now, if I had ever wanted to. But it was too late now, and I would have never stopped him, no matter what it cost me. If this one sensual act between Edward and I cost me my life, then I would happily pay that price.

Edward had begun a different technique now. Instead of sliding his tongue along the slickness between my legs, he was now using it to move quickly in and out of my snatch. The friction was too much. My body began tremble and contort, I had no control of it. Were it not for his viselike hands, my legs would have closed around his head. My hands left his hair and dug into the sand at my sides. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, and I tried to enjoy it all, to drink it in. Edward moved his lips to my clit, and let his hand replace the motion his tongue was making a moment earlier. I was in a frenzy. And then, Edward moaned another gutteral, lustful note, and I lost control completely. 

My juices leaked all over Edward's hand, which was still massaging me. I let the pleasure take me, I let my body be washed in it. As the ecstasy began to ebb, Edward brought me down with it by slowing his finger's movements inside of me. Finally, he pulled away his hand and I watched as he licked his finger clean. I let out a long breath that I hadn't realized I was holding. And then I looked deep into Edward's eyes, trying my best to convey the longing and sensuality I still felt. Edward bent back over me and kissed me deeply, seeming to bruise me in some exquisite way. Yes, he understood. This happy ending wasn't over - but only just beginning.

Edward lowered his body over mine and wrapped his arms beneath me. Before I knew what was happening, he was lying me on the white bed in the cottage. Edward was still on top of me, being careful to hold his weight so that it didn't press on my body. It was quite a task, because already I found myself trying to pull him onto me, inside of me. In the hours that I'd spent thinking of this honeymoon, this was the one moment that held fear for me. The fear wasn't based on Edward's physical makeup, it was based on mine. I was a virgin, and I knew from indirect experience that the first time was rarely pleasureable, sometimes unbearable. I had worried in days gone past about the moment that Edward would take me. I wondered whether I could hide the pain well enough so that he wouldn't stop. 

But there was no worry now. My body was too inflamed, too filled with the overwhelming need for him, that there was no more room for fear. Edward wasn't the only one with instincts that sometimes became too difficult to control, and my human mind was now so intoxicated by the foreplay I had just experienced that there was no turning back. 

Edward was concentrating on my neck again, his hands were moving restlessly between my breasts and the furrow of my thighs. But as he moved up to kiss me again, I felt Edwards lips contract and tighten, as if he were trying to exhibit some sort of control. I could feel the difference as he tried to rein himself in, to gather his composure. I could almost see the second thoughts running through his mind as his pace slacked even more, and his hands moved away from the heat of my snatch. I couldn't imagine him stopping now, of not finishing this journey of the flesh to its intended end. So, very tentatively, I reached out my own hand, and wrapped it tightly around his shaft.

The sound he made was almost orgasmic in itself. It was a sound of defeat--of release. I felt his back relax, as if the fight had been drained out of him. The tension in his lips was replaced by something much stronger--desire. The hunger that had been hidden in his eyes at the very beginning was breaking through. Only Edward could really know how long that hunger had been there. He had worn his reserved and stoic mask for almost a century, and he played it well. Edward had told me in the past that there had been no others before me, that he had never been interested. I believe without a doubt that there had been no one else, but the hunger in his eyes discredited the latter part of his statement. The hunger in Edward's eyes hadn't just been brewing since he met me. The need and lust in his eyes had been steeping for a century, struggling for release. Edward's sheer strength of will had been enough before, but there was no holding back now. Not now, as I held his satin-granite member in my trembling hands. We held each other's eyes for a moment longer, exploring the feelings that were rushing to both of us. "Bella," Edward whispered softly, the volume of his voice belying the intensity contained in the tone, "I'm not even sure how to start". I knew. "Lie on your back, my love" was my answer. Always ahead of the curve, Edward understood my purpose immediately, and rolled off of me onto his back.

I mounted Edward slowly, with much care. I knew that if I gave any sign of pain or surprise, the animal hunger in Edward's mind would be replaced by concern in a heartbeat. Edward had his hands on my hips, not guiding me, but just needing to keep some type of control, so that he could lift me off of him if he had to. Edward's eyes drank in my face. My eyes turned toward the thing I wanted more than anything else in existance. 

It was about nine inches long, not surprising when one considered the owner. Like his fingers, it was long and slender, pale normally but almost a glowing white in the moonlight streaming through the cottage window. I took his shaft in both hands and listened to his jagged intake of breath. It felt hard, like the rest of him, and like it was covered with fine, expensive silk. The head was slightly larger than the rest, and leaking from its tip was a clear liquid that glittered in the moonbeams. I bent down, slowly, and delicately kissed the end. Edward exhaled.

I lifted myself up and positioned myself directly over his member. I used my hand to guide his shaft along my slit, at first just using it to rub myself. The act drove Edward crazy, his facade of stillness was crumbling as he shuddered. Finally, I lined up our bodies the best I knew how, and carefully lowered myself down. Feeling Edward entering me was one of the most unique experiences of my life. At first there was pain, of course, but not the type I expected. It was a sharp, cramping pain at first but that was quickly replaced by a throbbing, aching pain. After a few seconds the pain seemed to transform into something more, something that appealed to me on a level I'd never expected and started a fire inside of me that was more ecstasy than pain. There was too much of Edward to take. But too much was the only amount of him that would suffice.

I let my body slide further onto his shaft. I made another mewling sound as I felt Edward fill me. His length and girth were too much for my slender, virginal frame, but I took it in nonetheless. I lifted myself back up a few inches only to slide further down, and continued this process, until I was sitting on Edward's lap. His eyes stayed closed while I lowered myself onto him, his lips were pressed together in thin lines. I finished taking all of his length inside of me, I held myself still to get used to the feeling. Edward's eyes opened when my movements ceased, and he lifted his head to look at me then let it fall back as he sighed. "You can't imagine what you feel like Bella, you can't imagine how exquisite you feel" he gasped. With that I began to move my body rythmically, finding a pace that stoked the fire burning inside me. 

I was just losing awareness of what I was doing, losing myself in the delicious flames, when Edward moved swiftly again. He flipped us over so quickly that his shaft stayed inside of me. Suddenly, he was on top of me, kissing every inch of my face. He began to move inside me as he continued to kiss my ears, my hairline, the curve of my throat. The fire inside me was raging now, burning up all of my hesitance, my humanly self-conciousness. I was babbling his name now, breathing in gasps. He groaned in reply, and continued to rock himself in and out of me. His hands gripped my arms and breasts, moving all the time to feel everything that I had to offer him. The pressure he put on my limbs was greater than anything we'd experienced before, even through the haze of my pleasure I could feel the beginning twinges and aches of the bruises I would have tomorrow. A powerful, crushing orgasm washed over me. Edward had no self-control now. He had lost himself in our lust and was no longer able to restrain himself. I had the lost the capacity to care about my health, my survival. I just wanted Edward, like this, forever. The rocking became a pounding. My gasps became screams.

Almost too late, Edward eased his grip on me. His face became a mask of determination as he pulled his face away from mine to look ahead, his hands left my body to grip the mattress on both sides of me. I watched as his face contorted in time with the thrusts of his hips, which were slowing. Finally, the look of endurance broke and a shutter raked his whole frame. His fingers ripped through the mattress and feathers exploded around us. His face looked heavenly, reverant and joyous, washed in release. He thrust into me twice more, then his body went limp on top of me. His stone physique crushed the air out of me, but my sharp exhalation reminded him and he quickly re-positioned himself so that only his head lay across my chest. I toyed with his hair absently, too exhausted to do anything else. I lied there in the choas of the feathers for a long time, concentrating on the sticky wetness below me that Edward had left. My body was pleasantly numb, and I didn't even care to think about the marks my body would hold from this encounter.

Of course Edward couldn't sleep, but he was chivalrious enough to stay sprawled on the bed while I did, dreaming of our encounter until daylight.