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Engagement

By: prc24



Copyright prc 2003 all rights reserved!

A special Thanks to Sarah Richardson for her kindness and patience in editing.

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Chapter I: 

Tom and Alicia met during a business meeting and being mutually attracted to each other, have been dating for several months. As time has progressed, they have developed a romantic relationship and have come to realize a close and loving relationship. On their dates and as they have grown progressively fond of each other, they have progressed from hugging and kissing to mutual fondling and on a couple of occasions have performed mutual oral sex. They have not advanced to intercourse though, as Alicia is still a virgin. Just before Christmas, they are visiting a friends' house on a double date with the other couple.

Sitting on a couch, kissing and hugging him, Alicia tells Tom she is so much in love with him that she will do anything he asks. Surprised and delighted by this admission of commitment from the beautiful young girl, Tom has her repeat it to their friends, George and Virginia.

On their next date over dinner at a restaurant, Tom asks Alicia if she really meant she would do anything for him and she affirms once again that she is so in love with him that she really meant it and will do anything to be with him and make him happy. 

Driving her back to her home, Tom parks the car for some necking and while kissing and indulging in some petting. Alicia, becoming aroused from his caresses and from grasping his penis and knowing he enjoys oral sex, asks him, "When you asked if I would really do anything you want at dinner, what did you have in mind and what would you like me to do?" anticipating that he will want her to suck his penis.

"Well, I've been thinking about it and wonder how you would feel about adding some role playing to our sex life, something like doctor and nurse, boss and secretary or even master and slave?", he replies as he slowly draws his index finger from the bottom of her slit up and over her clitoris, causing her to shudder from the sensation.

"Oh!" she stammers as he gently rubs circles around her mound and clitoris, "I don't know! I've never really thought about that! It does sound like it might be fun. We can try it, but I don't know how good I'd be. Which roles would you like?"

"I don't know. I've always fantasized being master of a slave, or a sheik with a harem but we can try any or all of them; whatever you'd like." he replies.

"I don't know either, let me think about it. Oh! That feels good! Don't stop!" she exclaims as his finger presses through her labia and inserts itself deep into her dripping vagina. She leans across the seat to first kiss and then engulf his erection with her lips.

After just a few seconds, he feels her vagina gush even more lubricant and contract tightly around his knuckles as he reaches the limit of his endurance and climaxes into her beautiful oval mouth. "I love you!" she mutters as she pulls away and opens the passenger door to spit his semen on the ground. Shutting the door, she pulls his hand from underneath her skirt and leans back to kiss him once more. Tasting his saltiness on her tongue, he squeezes her hard and thinks to himself that just continuing on the way things are isn't all that bad; in fact it's even great.

After a minute or so and out of breath they straighten up in their seats and Alicia exclaims, "Oh it's almost one o'clock. You'd better get me home quick! My parents will be upset. I wish I could just go home with you." 

About a mile down the highway, she tells him somewhat nervously, "You know Love; I've fantasized about being owned or possessed by a strong Cary Grant type like you. It seems like it would be comforting to pretend to have you take care of me completely and be my master where I had to obey everything you demanded. It's a little scary and exciting all at the same time. But how would it work? Can we really do it when we have so little time together?"

"I'm not sure. If we were living together, it would be easy. Would you really commit to a serious effort to try it out?" he chuckles, "That would be a really long term, drastic commitment to play a role game. But it would solve the problem of my having to take you home all the time and it would let us play the 'husband and wife' game as well."

"Are you serious!" she cries, "You're asking me to move in with you? You know I can't do that. My parents would kill me! Besides it just wouldn't be right!"

"I don't know. Let me think about It.", he says as he pulls into a mall parking lot and stops the car. "Let me see, you said you'd do anything I asked. Did you really mean it or were you just kidding?"

"Uh uh! I meant it, I think. But what will everybody say? Wouldn't it be a sin?"

"Would it be any more sinful than what we're doing now? When two people feel about each other the way we do, is it more wrong to express those feelings openly than to have to sneak around?" he asks.

"I don't know. I love you so much! I don't know what to say. I just know I want to be with you all the time. I guess I'll do what you say." she cries and starts to sob.

"Now, now, don't cry. Think it over and make sure you really want to. "We'll talk about it some more. There's no hurry."

On their next several dates, Tom takes his lovely young girlfriend to public places and with other couples. He arranges to take her home late so they don't have an opportunity to neck or discuss this private matter again and have only quick chaste good night kisses. He senses that she is a little apprehensive that he is not as amorous as before and is becoming somewhat frustrated at not having the sexual contact and release their mutual masturbation and oral releases have afforded her.

After almost two weeks, Alicia calls and asks him if he can take her someplace private where they can talk and be alone together. Acceding to her request, he borrows a friends' apartment and the next day they eat a fast food lunch and go to the apartment. The minute they enter the cute young girl turns and throws her arms around his neck, opening her mouth wide for his probing tongue and pressing her petite breasts and hips against him.

Finally pulling away, Tom takes her by the hand and guides her to the couch along one wall where they sit and asks her if smooching was all she had in mind.

"Well, that too, but I wanted to tell you that I've decided that I'll do anything you ask. Just let me be with you. I'll obey you and play your slave game and take good care of you." she replies.

"No, Darling. You've got the wrong idea. It's me who will take care of you and it won't be altogether a game. You say you'll do anything I ask. Do you want to have any restrictions on that?"

"Well, I'd like to finish college, but I'll do whatever you want."

"Are you absolutely sure? I could ask you to do anything and you'd do it. What if I asked you to take off all your clothes right now?" he queries.

"H-Here? What if George comes in, he couldn't help but see us!" she stammers.

"What if he was here right now? Would you still do anything I asked?" Tom questions.

"I-I don't know. I love you and trust that you wouldn't ask me to do anything like that."

"But I thought you said 'anything' and that you were willing to even be my slave?" he retorts accusingly. As she starts to cry, he continues softly, "My little Alicia, don't cry. I care for you so much! I would never do anything to truly hurt you. But I want you to completely understand what you're saying and what it signifies. Do you really know what being a slave would be like?"

"N-no! I only thought that it would mean I could be with you all the time and try to make you happy and I would be happy too!" she stammers through her tears, "When I let you touch and kiss me and I do the same to you, I'm so happy that I can't think of anything else but pleasing you any way I can.", she says.

Tom continues his questioning with, "What if I told you that making love to George or Mike or someone else would make me happy? Would you do that?"

"I don't know! I don't think I could. I love you! I couldn't love someone else." she replies.

"I'm sorry, I misspoke. I didn't mean fall in love with them. What I feel for you is more than just sex. A true loving relationship is far more than just that. It's like a cake. Sex is just the icing and may be the sweetest part, but the body of a cake is like the commitment to each other in a relationship. That's what the most important thing is. Look at the people we know and how many of them have loving relationships and marriages even though one of them is impotent or frigid because of physical or other infirmities and how good their relationships are. On the other hand, look at the couples you know who've had disastrous marriages and relationships even though the sex was great. How many of them have ended up divorcing or hating each other because they didn't have any cake to support their icing?"

Alicia kisses him and gently lets her hand fall to the top of his leg and begin to slowly stroke up back and forth along the inside of his thigh from the knee to the juncture of his crotch, as he squeezes her tightly and curls a hand around her arm to cup her breast. She breaks the kiss and then places her roving hand directly on his crotch squeezing his erection through the rough fabric of his jeans and says, "I never thought of it that way. You're right; it's the love and commitment to making the other person happy that's really important. Living and demonstrating that is how you really show your love."

"That's what I believe, anyway." he replies, "I want to care for and take care of you so much I can hardly stand it. It makes me feel like I'm in heaven when I'm with you like this and you tell me you feel the same. I want to possess and have you be mine in everything." He lightly strokes her throat, dropping his hand to fumble awkwardly with the small top button of the thin white blouse she is wearing.

"Oh Tom, I feel the same way except I want you to possess me and be completely yours. If you will have me I'm yours. Here let me do that.", she exclaims as she pushes his hand away from her and starts unbuttoning it all the way down exposing the front of the matching brassiere underneath. Quickly she then unclasps the hook in the center of the bra letting its cups fall away from her milky bosom, allowing him to view her open cleavage and the gentle curves of the insides of her small shapely breasts.

As he eagerly reaches to fondle the soft, inviting globes, she unexpectedly stands up and faces him. Slipping the blouse and brassiere off of her shoulders to briefly pause half nude, she then unfastens the hook and unzips the sort zipper at the side of her knee length red and black pleated skirt and pushes it down over her hips to drop in a bundle around her ankles. Straightening back up she poses for a few seconds in her bright red panties before gracefully bending down to slip them down too and lifts her feet out of both the skirt and panties to stand naked before him. 

Having never seen her completely undressed, Tom gasps as he stares in admiration at her incredible beauty as she crosses her arms behind her back to give him full view of her nakedness. 

"Oh God, you're lovely!" he exclaims breathlessly.

"You really think so?" she softly asks.

Delighted and flabbergasted at her beauty and audacity as he has never seen her completely nude, Tom exclaims, "Oh My God! Alicia! You're gorgeous! But what made you do it?"

"I thought you wanted me to. Do you really think I'm pretty? I decided that no matter what, I want to be yours and make you happy! For me that's the cake, making you happy! And it's what makes me happy. If I can be with you, I'll be your lover or mistress or even your slave, if that's what you want!" she declares.

"Really? Do you really mean it? What if George came back right now? What would you do?" he asks breathlessly.

"Uh, I'd hope you'd let me get dressed before letting him in, but if you really wanted him to see me naked, I guess I'd do what you want." she says, as tears start to run down her cheeks, "I promised I'd do anything you say and if that will make you happy then I'll stay here like this."

"OH! You're wonderful Alicia! But do you really understand what being a slave is and how complete a commitment it would be? What if I asked you to have sex with him?" he asks again.

"I-I don't know! I'd try, but I really don't know if I could! I love you and want you to be the first. You're so loving and gentle and when we're petting, you drive me crazy. Even when I kiss and suck your penis, I feel good because I'm making you happy, even though it's so dirty. But I can't believe giving my virginity to George or anyone else could make you happy! Please don't make me do that! Isn't this enough? Please! I love you so." she sobs.

Standing and caressing the beautiful sobbing girl, Tom tells her, "That's what I thought! You really don't know what you're committing to by saying you want to be a slave. The true love of a full commitment means to know and anticipate the other's point of view. For me, you're giving yourself sexually to someone else to please me would be a perfect demonstration of love. Just knowing that you cared for me that much would be almost more than I could stand!"

Gasping for breath as Tom strokes her hair and hugs her against his rough clothing, Alicia cries, "Oh No! I want to please you, but it's so hard! Please! Don't be angry, but I don't know if I could. I truly don't! If you really want me to make love with him, I-I'll try! But it's so hard!"

Grasping her by the shoulders, Tom forces her to look him in the eyes, saying, "That's what I mean. You're saying you love me and will even be my slave, but you don't know how hard being a slave might be! Now calm down and think about it. I don't want you to commit to anything unless you fully understand what it is. I care for you too much to risk making you unhappy or pressuring you to do something you truly don't want to do. Now tell me, what is a slave? Give me a definition."

As the beautiful sobbing girl's knees buckle, her lover supports her and gently seats her back on the couch. Sitting beside her, he massages the nape of her neck with one hand while lightly stroking her shapely breasts with the other until she relaxes and says, "Oh that feels good. Don't stop! I-I guess a slave is someone who is owned. They are forced to work and do what their masters tell them. I-I guess they're also beaten and raped."

"Very good. Now you're starting to understand how hard being a slave can be. If you become a slave, you'll be owned. Do you really want to be my property?" he asks.

"If that's what you want, I guess. I only know that I want to be with you and surrender my self to you totally. It's funny, but in a way it might be comforting to be owned and taken care of, if I can be with you. If you truly possess me, you will have to make all the decisions and I won't have to think or worry about anything." she muses half to herself.

"That's not entirely true, what if you do something that displeases me?" he queries with an enigmatic smile, dropping the hand that had been caressing her breasts to stroke the tops of her tightly closed thighs.

"Oh, I'll work very hard! I'll be so obedient and pleasing that you won't have any cause to be displeased! I'll cook and clean and wash your things and make love with you all the time." is her breathless answer.

"Anyone can have an accident or lapse. What if you burn a meal or break a dish or starch my pajamas or forget to swallow my semen?" he jokingly retorts.

"Swallow?? I've never done that. I didn't know you wanted me to! How disgusting! Why would you want me to do that?" she asks, surprised.

"I've heard that it shows respect and thanks to a slave's master for his allowing her to please him and it furnishes protein to keep the slave healthy." he laughs.

"That's both revolting and ridiculous! Now you're making fun of me!" she accuses, "Besides it's too salty!"

"Well what about dropping a glass or dish?" he continues in a more serious tone.

"Well if I was really a slave, I suppose I'd have to be punished." she acknowledges with a grin, "Maybe you could make me go without supper, by not swallowing."

"Or swat your hands with a ruler or your pretty bottom with a yardstick?"

"W-well, maybe, if I did some really wrong and it wasn't too hard. You really wouldn't hurt me? Would you?" she asks a little nervously.

"Well if you're a Slave and just owned property, I could do anything I like; beat torture or even kill you. What do you have to say about that?" he responds.

"Ulp. I did say I'd do anything, but I didn't really mean it that way. You said the master and slave thing was just a game. Let's not get morbid."

"How did you mean it then? Are you saying you won't do any little thing I ask, like letting me kill you?" is his next question.

"That's not a little thing! What I really meant was I love you and want to make you happy more than anything in the world and if I'm dead, I won't be able to do that any more.", she answers.

"Good point, Sweetheart!" he cackles, "So capital punishment is out! Is there anything else besides continuing college you want to negotiate into this Master/Slave contract?" as he slips his index finger between her thighs and massages the top of her vagina just over her clitoris.

"Is this negotiating? I thought it was foreplay!" she blushes, "Don't you think I'd better get dressed before George comes home?"

Forcing his finger further down to the moisture seeping between her labia, he replies, "George's spending all afternoon and the night with Virginia. He won't be back till afternoon tomorrow, so we've got lots of time. And yes, this is a negotiation. If you are really serious about me and want to please me by becoming a Slave, we both need to have some ground rules and guidelines. This isn't a one way street with you wanting to please me. I want you to be happy too. I think you really would like to be owned and that surrendering yourself will make you truly happy. Am I right?"

"Y-yes, the more I think about it, the more attractive the idea of having you command and control me becomes. But things like swallowing, being with other ..." she starts.

"No!" he interrupts, "If you agree to be a Slave, nothing sexual is on the table. You'd have to agree to any sexual act I request, including sex with other men and even women. Do you understand?"

"Other women?" she exclaims with a start before he loudly interrupts again.

"Anything sexual! Is that understood? You said yourself it would be hard. I'm just pointing out how hard! That's the whole purpose of Slavery. Part of the idea is to teach you to lose your inhibitions and to learn how to perform and enjoy all kinds of sex. Do you still stand by your promise? If you don't, you'd better get dressed and we can go on as we are."

At this stern reply and implied threat of his breaking off their relationship, Alicia tenses and stammers, "My God! You're really serious! You really want to own me? I-I want you and want you to love me and make love to me completely. B-But I don't think I can do some of those things. I need you so much. I want to do what you want, but I just couldn't. When I got undressed, I did it to please you even though I thought George might come home and see me. I wanted to make you happy that you could show me off to him.

But I know George, and it wouldn't be quite so bad to have him see me undressed and it would make you happy. I was even proud that you thought I am pretty enough to show off. But I don't think I could have sex with him, much less a stranger or a woman! Maybe I had better get dressed."

As she breaks into sobs once more, Tom hugs her to him and waits until her sobs trail off and her breasts stop heaving under her hands with which she has covered her face. Gently pulling her head towards him to look into her tear streaked eyes, he consoles her. Telling her everything is all right and that he understands, he wipes the tears from her face and says she's the most beautiful and wonderful thing that's ever happened to him and that maybe they had better forget the whole idea.


Engagement Party



It was Friday night; the clock in my office had just clicked over informing me that I was in serious danger of missing half price drinks at ‘Benny’s’. Of course this served to only further piss me off, and my mood took another step closer towards Nietzsche’s abyss.

The problem though, wasn’t the fact that I was about to miss those half price drinks, but the fact that I had to finish this brief, the one I had been procrastinating about for the past two weeks, and the very one my father expected in his hands first thing tomorrow morning. One of the things most people seem to think is that when the boss is your father, you have it made. Obviously most of those people haven’t met my father, a more cantankerous, stuck up royal pain in the ass, Type A personality couldn’t be imagined. 

As the CEO of one of the top ten law firms in our fair state, my father plays it straight down the line. He represents everyone, whether they are the garbage collector or the mayor. Actually now that I think about it, I take that back, I remember him telling the mayor of our fair city to go fuck himself last week, so I guess the mayor will have to go elsewhere for his legal advice, but Tim the garbo is still welcome. Even Dad isn’t stupid enough to fuck with the garbage collector.

Anyway you get the picture, my father was the Devil incarnate and I wasn’t going to get near a beer tonight. Just when I thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse, a knock on my door was quickly followed by the appearance of my self appointed nemesis Roger. I have to spend a moment on Roger as he’s crucial to the story, imagine a guy about 5’6”, average build in his late 30’s. He’s got thinning blonde hair; watery blue eyes that remind me of someone with sinus problems, and a nose that looked like someone had used it as a punching bag. Roger also suffered from a sagging belly and poor posture. All in all you could be forgiven for thinking this guy was one of Gods losers (I certainly thought he was). The trouble though was that God in his infinite wisdom had granted Roger a formidable intellect, which my father, bless his soul, seemed to care more about then me.

Why Roger annoyed me so much, I have no idea, but annoy me he did. And as I have already mentioned, I was already pissed off, so seeing Roger in my doorway only pissed me off more. Of course I was too professional to make this really obvious.

“ Hi Mark, saw your light on and just wanted to remind you about tomorrow night”

“Tomorrow night???” (oh fuck)

“Remember my engagement party…” 

“Of course, sorry my minds a million miles away with this brief, what time again?” 

“7 for 7.30, see you then, I have to run, ciao”

Just fucking great, not only do I miss going out tonight, but tomorrow night I’m going to be stuck at Rogers engagement party FUCKKKK. Of course I hadn’t forgot his engagement party, I had no intention of going in the first place, Nietzsche’s abyss suddenly took on the appearance of a tropical holiday in the sun, compared to a night of Rogers company. I groaned loudly bemoaning my sorry fate and sullenly returned to the brief. 

At 8.30 the following morning, brief in hand I knocked and entered into Dad’s office. As usual he was there with his secretary Ms Schaeffer. Trudi Schaeffer had been Dad’s secretary since he had opened, and just between you and me I’m pretty sure she was fucking him. After all how many other secretaries come in on a Saturday?

“Heres the brief on the Thompson case” I dropped it on his desk.

He glanced at it, and then said, “Fine grab a seat we’ve got some work to do”.

Work, what the fuck, its Saturday

“Umm I’ve got plans, is this going to take long”?

“As long as it takes” the old bastard said and before my eyes my Saturday evaporated.

At 5.30 that afternoon I finally managed to get out of there, I left the office silently cursing, and wishing all kinds of incurable diseases on my fathers head. As I walked out of the office into the cold and wet late afternoon I suddenly remembered I still had to go to Rogers that evening FUCKKK. Then I remembered that I hadn’t bought them a present, FUCKKKK again.

Getting home I tried to imagine ways of solving my dilemma, I could ring up and cancel, offer some bullshit excuse for not going. Trouble was, everybody from the office was going to be there, fuck it I would just have to go. I showered and changed into a fresh suit; glancing at the clock I realised I was running out of time. 

Jumping in my car I put the pedal to the metal and hustled over to my friendly liquor store, I ran in plucked 2 bottles of Scotch and 2 of Bourbon off the shelf and with a wave I told Steve to put it on my tab. Lucky for me I’m one of Steve’s best customers and he just gave me a nod. Back in the car and another drive to the local pharmacy, run inside pick up the first engagement card I can find, pay for it and quickly write some pithy platitude inside. Then it’s back in the car and off to Rogers.

As I drive over I suddenly realise I’ve never met his fiancée Kathy, well I shouldn’t beat myself up I say to myself, it’s not like Roger and I move in the same circles, and as long as I can avoid it we won’t be. Anyway it gives me something to think about as I finish the drive over to Rogers’s townhouse, what kind of woman, does a man like Roger attract? I shudder at the mental image appearing in my head, and continue the drive in an ever more depressed mood.

My night suddenly takes a turn for the better however when I get to Rogers house, and discover that Roger to his ever lasting credit, has hired a couple of kids to park the cars, thus removing a long and aggravating walk. Making my way up the stairs I hear the soft noise of a party in progress and as I get closer and the volume increases, my mood gradually improves, there’s nothing I like better than a party, even if it does happen to be at Rogers.

The door to Rogers’s apartment is wide open, so I just walk in casually nodding to a few of my fellow workmates. A small cheer echoes around the room as people recognise me, and more importantly for them, notice the free booze I’ve brought with me. Suddenly Roger is at my side shaking my hand with a big stupid smile on his face. I present him with the booze and then remembering the card awkwardly hand it over to him.

For a moment he just stares at it and then says

“Oh God Mark I apologise you haven’t met Kathy have you”

I just smile and then before I can say anything else he disappears back into the crowd. As he vanishes I smile at some of the other guests, including a cute trainee I noticed for the first time last week, and then go and fix myself a drink from the bar Roger that set up. 

Drink in hand I move to one side of the room to take in the scenery, the apartment has a stylishness about that I wouldn’t have expected of Roger, plenty of art about including several pieces I wouldn’t have minded myself. Nice furniture tastefully decorated, and state of the art electrical equipment to make life that little bit easier. Looking around I was beginnining to re-evaluate my opinion about Roger.

As I was gazing around several co-workers gradually came over to say hello, all of them still relatively sober and therefore still conscious that it was the boss’s son they were talking to. Therefore the small talk was mostly work orientated and deadly boring. As if to further emphasise the dreary night ahead of me I heard Roger talking, and by the sounds of it walking towards me

“Ah here you are, thought I’d lost you already, Mark meet my beautiful wife to be Kathy, Kathy, Mark”

At his introduction I turned around and there before me stood a woman who was most definitely not what I was expecting. In front of me standing beside Roger was a woman almost exactly my own height which in itself was enough of a shock that it took me a moment to take the rest of her in. As Kathy smiled and lifted her hand out I gave her the quick once over, she stood almost 6’0”, had long jet black hair that trailed down her back and had a style of body that could best be described as rubenesque. However because of her height she didn’t appear to be fat or obese, just, big.

Taking her hand finally, I spent a moment studying her face. The hair, which I have already described was very long and smelt deliciously of green apples, and framed a face that was full and soft with skin that was luminescent, amazing I thought that women can sometimes have faces of angels. Her eyes were a startlingly blue and stared boldly and intelligently into my own. The rest of her features were all perfectly proportioned, a sensual mouth grinned at me from underneath a rather Imperial looking nose, which went well with her chin that had a look of stubbornness about it. Interesting I thought to myself, very interesting.

As I took her hand into my own, Kathy noticing my attention, brought me not so subtly back into the real world.

“Hello Mark, I’m so glad we’ve finally had a chance to meet, Roger has told me so much about you”

Her voice was soft, smooth and very assured, with that type of accent, that makes you wonder whether or not swearing is acceptable around them. Her introduction brought me back to reality quick smart, just what had that little bastard been telling this fascinating woman about me I wondered. Not really knowing what to say I came back with the old comeback.

“All good I hope, Roger”

Roger just laughed blushing slightly, bastard I thought to myself. If Roger had told Kathy the half of my reputation then it was obvious I was going to be on the back foot for a while. I wish I could say that my reputation is entirely undeserved but unfortunately for me, the best and juiciest of the gossip about me is mostly true. Smiling curiously to herself Kathy draped her hand around my elbow and with all the grace and style of a movie star, led me through house into another room where the atmosphere was a little friendlier (filled with all the drunks from the office I noticed), stopping just inside the room she smiled at me again in her curious way and just left me there.

Just fucking great I thought to myself, stuck in a side room with all the drunks and halfwits of the office while the rest of the party spends its time sucking up each others asses. I quickly moved over to the bar (every room seemed to be equipped with a bar) and helped myself to a large Scotch. Just as quickly I moved back to the corner of the room where I happened to find myself staring into a large mirror.

For a moment I stood there looking at myself, trying to see what it was everyone else saw, a man around 6’2”, black hair cut short in his early thirties with a reasonably fit and tanned body. The short hair and fit body were reminders of my stint in the Army, old habits die-hard and I still tried hard to maintain an exercise schedule that kept me in some sort of shape. 

As I looked a little closer I noticed perhaps for the first time how much I was starting to resemble my father as well. Pointed nose and jaw combined with a firm mouth allowed me to mimic almost exactly, my father’s arrogance. My grey eyes stared back insolently, reminding me of the devil within, I hunched my shoulder and turned back to face the crowd, giving some thought to my well deserved reputation.

Now just before you start thinking I’m one of those drug addicts or wino’s that can’t handle their booze just give me a moment to explain. Drugs, alcohol or even little children aren’t the cause of my somewhat sinister reputation at the office. Unfortunately for me my vice is much more dangerous for a soon to be partner of a respectable law firm. 

My vice unfortunately happens to be women, any sort of woman will do, I’m proud to think of myself as one of those non-discriminatory men when it comes to women. However the problem not only lies in the fact that I like women but in the fact that I prefer those women to be married.  
Needless to say fucking other men’s wives is not something I would recommend to the average punter if they care about maintaining any sort of friendship with their work colleagues. Not only that, but I’ve noticed that fucking someone else’s wife can be dangerous to ones health if one isn’t discreet. As you’ve probably already guessed though, I’m neither discreet, and nor do I give a rats ass about any of the other wankers at work. So as you can imagine there has been times where the atmosphere at work has been rather frosty to say the least.

I’m proud to say though that it’s been almost three weeks since I’ve fucked a married woman, and it’s been almost 5 weeks since some tosser has threatened to beat the shit out of me. So you can see that I’m learning, albeit slowly. Anyway while I was standing there reminiscing about my past indiscretions, I noticed that walking towards me was the cute (and I must say pert) little trainee whom I had noticed when I first walked in.

A gorgeous little piece even if I do say so myself, her red hair long and curly and falling softly down her back. Her face had a smattering of freckles and was as smooth as a peach. Pert breasts straining at her blouse which seemed to be missing the top button, revealing the edge of a lacy black bra. Looking down I saw a black skirt, with a tantalising slit up the side revealing a pair of shapely legs, balanced upon black stilettos. 

Smiling as she walked over to me I couldn’t fail to notice the stares that were aimed at my direction from some of the other guests in the room, I didn’t need to be a clairvoyant to read their thoughts, ‘Marks up to his old tricks again’. Pushing their obvious jealous thoughts out of my mind I focused on this little angel who was now standing beside me, time to be Mr Suave.

“Hi there I don’t believe we’ve met, I’m Mark and your?”

“Hi, I’m Chantelle, your Mark Guarrera aren’t you, Mr Guarrera’s son?”

“Err yes that’s right” Fucking great someone’s been in her ear already

“Ohh how cool, I’ve been wanting to meet you all week” “You have?”

“Yes of course I’ve heard so much about you”

That’s it I’m going home, bastards

“Really and what have you heard?”

“Well…” She starts looking coyly at the ground

“Yes?”

“Well let’s just say that you’re very popular Mark”

What the fuck, now what rumours are going around I think to myself.

“Popular,? And who would I be popular with then Chantelle?”

“Well I shouldn’t really say” there’s that coy look again.

“Oh well, I suppose I shouldn’t ask you to betray a confidant” I say.

“Why don’t we take a look around the house together and you can tell me a bit more about how popular I am, how does that sound?”

“OK, you’re sure your not to busy?” Staring provocatively into my eyes now

“Not at all lets go” Wolfish grin right back at her.

As we walk out of the room, I stare straight back at some of the guys looking at me, and give them an extra wide smile as I casually drape my arm around Chantelle’s shoulders, that would teach them the bastards. 


Walking around the house with Chantelle on my arm did wonders for my mood and my ego, every now and then I would catch a jealous glance from the women, and once I caught a wink from a fellow colleague. As we past Kathy and Roger however, I noticed that Kathy just gave me that enigmatic little smile, whilst Roger just shook his head and turned away.

As we drifted away from the main party area and the noise subsided, we found ourselves in what had to be Rogers’s home theatre room. At the opposite end of the room, a large screen was fixed with the projector mounted midway across the room’s roof. For the seating Roger had placed what look to be actual cinema seating, although the chairs themselves were in deep burgundy colour and looked much more comfortable than the ones to be found in your average cinema.

Very nice I thought to myself, I looked down at Chantelle and she seemed to be just as impressed as I was. Returning my gaze, she moved away from me and sat down in one of the seats, as she did I noticed her skirt, short as it was, had ridden dangerously high up her thighs, she looked up at me with a smile on her face and made absolutely no attempt to cover her silk covered thighs. 

Having a good idea of what was going to happen next, I turned around and walked back to the door closing it. Then slowly with my cock saying yes and my brain screaming no, I walked back over to Chantelle standing in front of her and looking down. The sight of those thighs with her skirt almost up around her waist was something to behold and my cock stirred beneath my pants. Chantelle noticing my bulge reached up with her right hand and started caressing my hardening cock.

It was all I could do to keep my Scotch from shaking out of my glass as her fingers pulled and tugged at my throbbing cock, then just when I thought she was only teasing me she leant forward and tugged at my belt and zipper. In a matter of moments my cock was out of my pants and being held by her hot little hands. At nine inches I know I’m not the biggest, but its nice and thick and I’ve never had any complaints yet.

Chantelle didn’t keep me in suspense for long, one hand stroked my cock and the other squeezed my balls, then her head leant forward, and I felt rather than saw her mouth moving over my cock. Her wet lips slid over my shaft and then back over the tip of my cock, which brought a moan of satisfaction from my lips. This was too much to bear; downing my scotch I dropped the glass on the carpeted floor and wrapped both of my hands around her long hair, softly pushing her head forward and back in time with my thrusting cock, which now wanted so much more.

The soft wet touch of her mouth was starting to take it’s effect and my cock and balls were starting to twitch and throb at every squeeze and lick, enough was enough I stepped back letting my cock drop away from her mouth, then without giving her time to think I pulled her up off the chair and in one quick motion turned her around and bent her over.

Having her where I wanted her I lifted her skirt up over her waist, and then grabbing the tops of her panty hose, slowly pulled them down trying not to tear them. Getting to her feet I realised that I had to take her shoes off so I spent a moment slipping her petite little feet out of her shoes and then gently removed her pantyhose. Now left with just her panties, I slid my hand up the inside of her thighs, gently but firmly forcing her to widen those well-toned thighs. 

My hands moved their way up her thighs and soon found their way between her legs where just a small slip of a thong separated me from heaven. My cock throbbing and my own pants around my ankles gave me a sense of urgency, and her little thong went the way of her pantyhose only a lot quicker. Then I was left with perhaps the most dazzling little pussy I had seen in quite a long time. Nicely trimmed with just a showing of soft red hair, and a pair of lips that didn’t look like they had been parted before, God she looked tight.

My cock was throbbing but I couldn’t resist getting closer to that tight little pussy, so I dropped to my knees and slowly buried my face into her sweet pussy, my tongue slowly flicked up and down her slit bringing a soft moan from her lips. She smelt divine and my tongue was having a field day delving deeper and deeper into her warm pussy. My hands grabbed a hold of her ass cheeks and spread her legs and ass further apart so that I could gain better entry. Before me lay her tight little rosebud of an ass and I made a promise to myself that I would have to fuck that as well.  
Her slit now wet and warm, was just begging to be fucked and my cock was aching for release, so I stood back up and positioned myself behind her with my aching cock pointed straight at her sweet little pussy. Slowly I brought the tip of my cock in line with her pussy and gave a little thrust sending the tip of my cock inside her. A gasp and moan told me she was ready for more and then I gently slid more and more of my cock inside her until I found myself buried all the way inside her, my balls forced up against her thighs. 




Engagement Party



My fiancée Daniel and I have been going out for about 5 years, he's gorgeous and sexy with a wicked sense of humour and when he popped the question a couple of months ago I was over the moon. 

The thing about our relationship is that we have almost everything in common, we like the same sorts of films, similar tastes in music, we both love cooking and we both spend a lot of time making sure we look good for each other -- too many relationships fizzle out because both parties get 'comfortable' and seem to forget that being attractive to your other half is just as important 5 years in as it was when you met.

What surprises me about Daniel though, is that since I've been with him I haven't been able to deny him anything he wants in bed, I was never particularly submissive before I met him -- other than the natural 'strong man' thing and I'm a very strong confident woman in every other aspect of my life -- but I have always been very experimental in bed and early on I tried out some of his fantasies. 

We both enjoy porn and after he showed me a few of his favourite bondage and humiliation sites I found myself very aroused indeed. I have, over the past few years, discovered a real love of being tied up, used and abused. Making me expose myself in public, torturing me when I'm tied up or seeing me embarrassed and humiliated -- especially in front of other people, really floats his boat and always gets me off. 

It seems odd to me that we could love each other so much when about once a month he treats me like a complete slut, but neither of us gets hung up on what happens on our special weekends and during our more vanilla sex I quite often suggest things he could do to me if he wanted while I play with his cock -- it always makes him cum quickly when I describe some new outrage he could put me through.

Anyway let me tell you about myself, my name is Jodie, I'm 5'5", brunette with a layered 'bob' cut. I'm 27, everyone tells me I'm pretty and I teach dance for a living in London. I train for a couple of hours every day in the studio aside from my teaching so my body is slim and very supple and while I'm quite heavy for my frame up top, my breasts are very perky with pink nipples that tend to stick out a long way when I'm horny or cold. Men always stare at my boobs or my legs first and people staring always seem to make my nipples harden even more, something Daniel has taken great delight in showing off many times.

After Daniel had asked me to marry him (on one knee -- very sweet) and I had said yes I said that we should have an engagement party for all our friends and Daniel agreed. However as we contacted our friends over the next few days it turned out the only real date we could do it would be a weekend we had set aside as a naughty one. Daniel said why don't we have the party on the Friday night and have a second party on the Saturday where I could really prove how much I want to marry him? Given how wet I got at the very thought of it I readily agreed.

So the next couple of weeks passed with me desperately trying to get out of Daniel what he had planned, but he refused to be drawn on the subject no matter how much I begged and as the party got closer I found myself becoming more and more distracted as my mind conjured up all sorts of scenarios. None of them prepared me for what was to follow though.

The Friday party came at last and as Daniel had asked me to dress sexy I was wearing a pair of tall, whorish platform heels, a long dark green skirt slashed up to the hip showing off my long legs, no bra and a light Chinese style halter-top that perfectly framed my perky boobs whilst leaving my flat midriff bare. I was getting a lot of admiring glances from all the men there which pleased Daniel immensely, he loves it when I am on display -- he calls it getting 'eye-fucked' - as he knows he'll be the one to take me home and do whatever he wants to me at the end of the night.

At about 11 though, my confident evening came crashing down when Daniel introduced me to Phil and Jim, two old college friends of his who had travelled down from Edinburgh. I had never met them before, though Daniel had told me about some of the things they used to get up to in college together and I was mortified when the first thing Jim said after we were introduced was 'you're right Danny, she's got awesome tits -- and she's shaved you say?'

Daniel snapped 'Quiet slut' to me as my mouth opened to tell him to fuck off, before proceeding to describe my bald pussy to these two total strangers. I felt myself getting redder and redder and my pussy getting wet as my embarrassment grew. Daniel and these men were looking and talking about me like I was a piece of meat when I was standing right in front of them!

Finally Daniel suggested they go and get a drink and then turned to me, he said 'Phil and Jim are joining us for the party tomorrow sweetheart, I was going to surprise you but I thought it would be fun for you to meet them tonight, knowing you will have to serve them tomorrow.' He laughed at my expression, 'you'd better get used to it honey -- in fact, why don't you go over there and ask them if they would like you to take off your panties? Oh and while you're there ask them how they would like you dressed when you go to pick them up from the hotel tomorrow.'

Looking into his eyes I knew he was serious and the bastard was well aware how turned on and humiliated I would be -- though never this badly before. I briefly considered bailing on the whole thing but then I took a deep breath, kissed him on the cheek, said 'as you wish master' and walked over to the two men.

As I approached I got a better look, they were both well over 6ft and very muscular (I would later discover they are roofers) but neither of them were particularly good looking, Jim had dark brown hair and Phil light but other than their bodies I normally wouldn't have given them a second look. I walked up to them feeling very small and vulnerable as they both stood there grinning at me. 

'Daniel told me to ask you how you would like me dressed when I come to pick you up tomorrow.' I stated, blushing. 

Phil nudged Jim and chuckled, 'good grief, the crazy fucker's serious, he's actually going to let us go to town on his missus!'

Jim laughed as well as he ogled me, 'well we'd better think of something then Phil my man,' he said with a grin, 'don't want to disappoint the young lady here eh?' he narrowed his eyes, considering. 

I felt a twinge in my pussy as he looked me up and down. 'Well even more like a slut than you are now obviously, Danny said you like that sort of thing. But I think it should be something special. Whadda you think Phil, coat and heels?'

'Sounds like fun to me fella,' he said turning to look me in the eye 'you got a short coat love? Something to mid thigh?'

'Y..Yes' I stammered.

'Well there you are then' replied the big man, 'wear that and your highest heels.'

'Nothing else?' I asked as my heart hammered, not quite believing what I had heard.

'Are you deaf love?' Phil demanded, 'highest heels, coat and your bare ass. Oh, and makeup obviously -- you'll need to make an effort.'

'Look at that Phil' said Jim, 'Danny was right again -- her nipples go like rocks when she's treated like shit!'

I couldn't help it, I looked down to see my nipples jutting against the thin fabric of my top and as I looked I became aware of several other men staring at my chest. Feeling the familiar feeling of submission washing over me as I realised Daniel had told these strangers all about my intimate secrets, I looked up at the two men and said 'Daniel also wanted me to ask you if you would like my panties?'

Jim barked a laugh 'sure, sit down and slip them off.' He indicated the booth next to them. 'God you really are a little whore aren't you? Danny's got you well trained I see.'

Cheeks burning in embarrassment I sat in the dark booth and hitched up my skirt, sliding down the tiny, lacy thong I'd bought especially to excite Danny later. I stood up and handed them over to this stranger, feeling the coolness of the air blowing through the skirt's split against my soaking pussy. 

Jim grinned when he felt the panties, 'soaking wet as I thought. Right slut, fuck off now and let us enjoy our evening, we'll be seeing you tomorrow. Remember, coat and heels or we'll be very upset.'

On the whole, the party was a great success but I spent the rest of the evening hiding in amongst my girlfriends not quite able to bring myself to talk to Daniel, while he spent most of it with Phil and Jim. Every now and again I would catch one of them eying me up hungrily and they were blatantly discussing what they were going to do to me, laughing while they did so. I've never been so humiliated in my life and when we eventually got home he wouldn't discuss it but I still fucked his brains out for about an hour before collapsing in a heap.

Saturday.

When I woke up, Daniel was already out of bed. I couldn't hear any noise in the house so I assumed he had gone out. I trailed my hands down my body as the memory of the previous evening resurfaced in my mind, pinching my nipples hard as I remembered Jim pointing out how wet my panties were and gently fingering my clit as I thought about how they had looked at me and the things they had said to me. 

God I was horny but I reluctantly pulled my fingers away from my pussy -- Daniel has forbidden any orgasms without permission when I'm his slut and it's something I always stick to, no matter how frustrated I may be. 

Sliding out of the bed, I padded over to the shower and stood under it for a long time, making sure my skin was shaved and smooth, Daniel likes it like that. Once I was done I put on a bathrobe and wandered downstairs to the living room where on the desk I found a note from Danny. As I read it my pussy became soaked again and I felt a shrinking feeling in my insides. This wasn't some mind game after all as I had thought in my dreamy state this morning.

'Hey Sweetheart, I left you sleeping as I figured you would need all your energy later. Have the morning to yourself but don't forget you are to pick up Phil and Jim from their hotel at One O'clock sharp. Wait for them in the hotel bar -- you won't enjoy what will happen to you if you are late.

You are to be dressed as they specified last night, I believe your mid thigh coat and you highest heels, though I am very disappointed in you that you didn't ask them if they would like your nipples to be clamped. Make sure they are -- the clamps with the heavy chain -- and tell the lads that I have asked them to tug hard on the chain a few times on the way home. 

You will refer to them as Master and do whatever they tell you to, unless things have changed since college they can be quite inventive when they want to be so they should have fun with you. I know they are certainly looking forward to it.

I'll be back later, entertain them however they wish.

Dx' 

I looked at the clock; it was quarter to 12 so I had about half an hour before I had to leave. Trembling I re-read the note, not quite believing Daniel would be doing something like this to me, giving me over to two other men. My hand strayed to my pussy again and despite my trepidation I almost came as soon as I touched my clit, again I forced myself to stop. 

Having other partners involved in our games wasn't something we had ever tried but it was something we had both fantasised about before. I went and got a glass of water from the kitchen to steady my nerves and slowly walked upstairs to put my make-up on and what little clothes I was allowed.

I got to the hotel a little before 1 and if I though last night was humiliating, it had nothing on even the short walk from the car-park to the Hotel. Mid-day Saturday was very busy in town, especially as it was such a warm day and I had lost count of the wide eyed stares I was subjected to by every man I passed and the disapproving looks from every woman. 

Catching sight of my reflection in the glass window of the Hotel I could see why, I was tottering on 5" platform heels which I only ever wore clubbing and are quite clearly fetish shoes, black patent with buckles and a padlock holding the ankle strap shut. Topping those were my long, toned legs -- pale and creamy against the black of the shoes and then a thin grey coat that came to just below the halfway point of my thigh. Distressingly, the lowest button on the coat was only just below my crotch, meaning the bottom of the coat flapped open if I wasn't very careful.

With my legs totally on display, breeze blowing across my bare pussy lips and with my sore clamped nipples rubbing on the rough inside of the coat I looked and felt like a complete whore and knowing I was naked in public apart from the coat made me feel so vulnerable it was unbearable.

I walked into the Hotel and not meeting the hungry stare of the concierge I walked into the bar, sat down and waited for my masters to arrive. They weren't long in coming, both of them had small overnight bags and Phil was talking on the phone, as they came closer it was clear that they liked what they saw as Jim whistled appreciatively as he eyed my legs, sitting as I was I realised he could probably see all the way up to my ass as the coat rode up.

Phil, I realised, was talking to my Daniel and as he came closer I could hear the end of the conversation:

'..here on time mate and it looks like she's wearing the right thing. What's that? Ok hang on a mo.' He pulled the phone away from his ear and said, 'you wearing what he told you to?'

Realising he meant the clamps I nodded, not trusting my voice and with a sinking feeling in my belly. 'Well show us then!' he commanded.

I realised there was no getting away from it and desperately trying to blank out the stare of the bartender I quickly opened the top two buttons on my coat and presented my big pale breasts to them, the thick silver chain from the two vicious clamps pinching my nipples tight shining in the bright sunlight.

He stared at them grinning for a good few seconds before gruffly telling me to put them away. He lifted the phone back up to his ear, 'Yes mate, I can't believe it but she is -- you sure she isn't just a prostitute or something? Listen, last chance to pull out of it -- no harm done mate,' he listened for a bit before laughing, 'you've got that right, we certainly are! Well she's your woman Danny, if you think she can take it then we'll just try that much harder to ruin her for you!' Laughing again he ended the call.

'Right slut, take us to your car.'

The walk back to the car was much the same as the way in, but this time I had Jim pointing out whenever someone stared or made a comment to their friends and both men took every opportunity to touch me on the way, putting their hands under the hem of the coat and rubbing my bare buttocks and a couple of times Phil ran his hand up my bare inner thigh when we were waiting to cross a road. 

Through the shame of it I started to feel quite scared about what I'd let myself in for here, I didn't know these men and I had no idea what they were going to do to me next. My Fiancée was nowhere to be seen and had left me at the mercy of these ugly strangers but I realised that the fear was making me even hornier and as scared as I was I knew I was going to submit to these men. Fuck, Daniel knows me too well -- him not being here was the thing that really scared me, but knowing he'd planned all this made me so horny I'd go through with it.

At the car, Daniel's big BMW, Phil told me to hand over the keys, turn around and spread my legs. I heard the doors unlock and then things being put in the boot and then someone grabbed my hands and forced them behind my back before I felt a pair of handcuffs snapping shut on my wrists.

Then Jim walked around the front of me and slowly unbuttoned the front of my coat, exposing me to the whole car park. He looked me up and down as I stood helpless in front of him before pushing his hand in-between my legs and roughly groping my bald, wet pussy. It felt so degrading to be touched by a stranger there in public where anyone could see. 

He leered at me and wiped my wetness off his fingers onto my stomach before pushing me into the back of the car. Phil got in the driver's seat while Jim sat in the back next to me.

Remembering what Daniel had told me earlier I said 'please Masters, I have been instructed to beg you to yank had on my nipple chain several times for not asking you last night to have me clamped today.' 

Phil laughed incredulously as he looked at me in the rear view mirror but Jim just grinned as he eyed up my naked breasts before he reached out a thick fingered hand and grabbed hold of the chain. 'Well beg then slut!' he barked.

'Please sir, please hurt my nipples,' I pleaded looking into his eyes.

'It'll do for now.' And saying that he tugged hard on the chain, released and did it again about 5 more times -- making my breasts bounce. My nipples felt like they were on fire and I cried out 'thank-you Master,' the way Daniel likes me to whenever he tortures me.

The two men laughed again and as Phil reversed the car and started the journey back to my house.

Jim reached down, unzipped his fly and pulled out his stiffening cock. 'Your name is now Bitch. Here is my cock, Bitch. Suck it like the whore we know you are. You'd better do a good job as well -- we're not as nice as Danny and we'll make sure you suffer later if you don't do everything we tell you to. You got that?'

'Yes master' I gasped as he shoved my head onto his cock.

'What is your name Bitch?' he said as he curled his right fist into my hair and pulled my head up.

'Bitch, Master, I'm your Bitch.' I gasped.

He shoved my mouth back onto his cock and with his other hand explored down my body, lifting up the coat he pushed his hand lower. I moaned around his cock as I felt his thick finger rub over my tight asshole and then further down to my bald pussy.

Pulling my head off his cock again he said 'who do these holes belong to Bitch?' as he said it he jabbed a finger at my pussy and my ass.

'You Masters,' I growled, before he rammed my face back onto his cock. 

'And don't you fucking forget it Bitch, now get my cock down your throat.'

Jim rammed my head up and down on his cock for what seemed like ages, but when he pulled me off grunting about not wasting his cum yet I realised that we had only gone about 5 miles and we were still in the city. I tried to get comfortable with my arms cuffed tight behind my back but the more I moved the more open my coat became, exposing me to any cars or pedestrians outside the window. Jim reached over after putting himself away, grabbed the chain on my nipples and yanked it, hard, making me squeal.

'Sit still bitch or you can walk the rest of the way like this.' He snarled indicating my nakedness.

'Hey Jim,' Phil said form the front, 'what's her mouth like?'

'Not good enough,' Jim replied, 'I think we're going to have to punish her until she learns how to worship a cock properly.'

'That right?' Phil replied. 'What are you thinking, shall we start now? Danny said he likes her out and about.'

'Nah,' Jim said, 'I want to fuck her a bit before we go out later, how about we tie her legs open and whip her pussy a bit?'

'Oh yea, and I really want to beat those tits a too, I love doing that to proud bitches like this one.' Phil gushed. Suddenly he pulled the car over 'jump in and drive for a bit Jim, I want to slap her about a bit.'

As they swapped over I felt myself getting more and more submissive, I had only felt this way a couple of times before when Daniel had been really cruel to me -- both times had come after sessions lasting all weekend. These two men had turned me into this after less than an hour. I didn't know what Phil was going to do to me, but I did know that I didn't want him to do it. However I also knew that I would let him do it and beg him for more when he was finished.




Engagement Party



The car started going again and Phil turned me to face him, hungrily looking at my thrust out breasts he yanked on the chain, I could see the bulge in his trousers twitch as I squealed again. He grabbed my chin with his strong left hand, pushed my head up and started to slap the sides of my breasts. I started groaning as I was unable to move between the handcuffs pulling my shoulders back and the iron hard grip on my head, so every slap fell full on my sensitive tits.

After what seemed like forever he stopped, pushing me away so my shoulders bumped the window. Tears were streaming down my face and seeing this he grinned, 'hey Jim, I made her cry!' she said loudly to his friend in the front.

Jim turned around to look at me, casting his gaze over my red and sore breasts. He turned back to the front and said, 'not enough mate, Danny's gonna think we've gone soft at this rate, we're nearly there mate.'

Phil grinned, 'I'm just getting warmed up me old china, come here bitch.' 

He grabbed my knee and pulled me towards him, pushing my bum to the edge of the seat in the centre. He looked me in the eye, 'spread your legs Bitch and if you close them before I tell you the next thing you feel on your pussy will be a bamboo cane!'

Realising what he was going to do I started to cry again, 'please I begged, please don't do this. I'll be good I promise!'

'You will be good Bitch, spread you fucking legs!'

Hesitantly I spread my knees apart, hooking my tall heels either side of the front seats. I suddenly realised that my tight, pink little pussy was fully exposed to the whole world.

SMACK

I've never felt anything like it; Phil brought his open hand down on my delicate little pussy, my clit spasming after each blow.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK..

I lost count after the first few as Phil's hand kept slapping at my pussy, though when he was done and he let me close my legs on my aching lips and clit all I could whisper was 'thank you Master, thank you for beating my pussy,' over and over again as tears flooded down my cheeks.

Phil looked hungry and I realised that these two were proper sadists and as the car pulled onto my driveway I knew I wasn't going to enjoy the rest of the evening very much.

Jim drove the car up out short driveway and parked in front of the garage, he got out and looked through the keys until he found the door key and wandered over to the front door. As let himself into my house Phil pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialled.

'Hey mate, we're back at yours -- nice place fella,' he said approvingly as he squinted through the car windows. 'Yea, she's here a little restrained though I'll hold the phone for her. 'Saying that he grabbed my hair with one hand and held the phone up to me with the other.

'D..Daniel?' I whispered.

'Hi honey,' came my fiancée's cheery voice, 'so what have you been up to then babe? Getting along nice with your new friends?'

I saw the menacing look in Phil's eye and carefully answered, 'they have been very cruel to me Daniel, they made me cry.'

'Oh honey,' he answered, 'what have they done to you?'

I took a deep breath, 'they made me naked in public Daniel, in front of strangers and Jim forced me to suck his cock and they have beaten my tits and my little pussy...'

'Oh babe, listen put Phil back on for a sec.'

Phil, who could hear what Daniel was saying pulled the phone back to his ear for a few seconds, grunted and said 'my pleasure Danny, been wanting to do that since last night.'

He put the phone back to my head and Daniel's said, 'honey, I have just asked Phil very nicely to make sure that as you liked it so much, they whip your tits and cunt properly this time. It's up to them weather they do it before or after they fuck you.'

I felt my insides shrivelling as he continued.

'Also, if there isn't cum on that pretty whore face when I get back there will be hell to pay.'

Phil ended the call, grinned at me and got out of the car. Coming round to my side he grabbed my hair again and pulled me out of the seat. Standing me in front of him and in full view of anyone wandering past the end of our drive he reached behind me and unlocked one of the handcuffs. He then slid my coat all the way off before re-locking my hands behind my back. He stepped back and looked me up and down as I stood there wearing only ridiculously high heels, handcuffs and a pair of clamps on my nipples. He smiled as he saw my fearful expression and said, 'I'm going to love fucking you Bitch, Danny always got the hot ones -- nice of him to share this one.'

Then, dragging me by my nipple chain, he pulled me into the house.

Once inside, Phil pulled me into the living room and stood me by the sofa. 'Hey Jim, you'll wanna watch this,' he shouted and as Jim came in from the kitchen holding a couple of beers he must have found in the fridge, Phil savagely yanked off the clamps that had been torturing my long nipples. 

I screamed and almost fainted as the blood rushed back into my poor abused nubs and they both laughed cruelly as Phil proceeded to grip and twist them between his fingers and I squealed in pain. He then shoved me hard so I fell onto the sofa, the handcuffs making me lie in a very awkward position and my much abused breasts were thrust into the air.

Phil growled as he watched me struggle and started undoing his trousers, 'Jim, 'he said, 'I've gotta fuck this little whore for a bit. You wanna get the stuff?'

'No worries mate,' replied Jim, 'be back in a mo.'

Phil dropped his trousers and pants and as he pulled his t-shirt over his head he revealed a thick, muscular and hairy body, his fat cock sticking out menacingly as he walked towards me. Grabbing my ankles, he slid me towards him so my bum was on the arm of the sofa, my bound arms painfully wedged underneath me. Then without any further prompting he rammed his cock into my aching pussy.

I cried out as he penetrated me, cumming on the spot. I felt dirty and helpless as he pounded away at me, calling me Bitch and Slut as he fucked away. His fat cock stretched me tight and I felt myself cumming again. 

Suddenly he stopped and I cried out -- I had been so close -- and he laughed. He caught my desperate gaze and said 'Danny was right, you love this really. You love being used don't you?'

'Yes I begged, please use me Master, please use your Bitch.'

I heard Jim laugh as he came back into the room holding their bags and I felt so degraded. My gorgeous fiancée had given me to these strangers and I would do anything they wanted.

Phil slowly started to grind into me again and I moaned as I felt him stretch me, he increased the speed but as I felt myself start to cum Jim reached over and twisted my nipples hard. The combination of cumming and the agony in my poor nipples was too much and I'm pretty sure I blacked out for a couple of seconds. I opened my eyes to find Phil had pulled out of me and was standing over my head wanking himself. 

'Open your mouth and stick out your tongue Bitch,' he commanded.

I closed my eyes and did as he said and within seconds I felt and tasted his hot, salty cum rain down on me. Most of it went into my mouth and when I was sure he had finished I swallowed the lot and licked my lips.

Phil grabbed my hair and dried his softening, juice smeared cock on it. 'Cum bucket,' he stated before moving away and leaving me there feeling like dirt, cum drying on my face and an aching, well fucked pussy. 

Jim came over and grabbed my shoulders, picking me up like I weighed nothing. It came flooding back to me then as my orgasm faded that these men were a hell of a lot stronger than me and I probably couldn't stop them, even if I wasn't cuffed, doing whatever they wanted to do to me. He stood me up and told me to go and stand over by the big window with my legs apart.

Phil had put his trousers and shoes back on and he sat heavily down on the sofa and Jim sat in Daniels favourite chair. He had a good look at my body before turning to Phil.

'So, how's she like to fuck then?'

'Tight mate, I enjoyed that.' Phil replied.

Jim looked at me again, 'she looked like she had way too much fun though, shall we hurt her for a bit again?'

'Sounds good to me mate,' Phil replied, 'though we do need to get to a shop, I'm out of fags.' 

Jim turned to me and said 'where is the nearest shop to here Bitch?'

'End of the road Master,' I replied. 'It's about 5 mins away.'

He stood up and walked over to me, taking a key out of his pocket he undid my cuffs.

'Well go and fetch your coat Bitch and get your master some cigarettes then.'

'Yes Master,' I replied. But then I remembered that my coat was still on the gravel outside on the driveway. 'Master, my coat is outside,' I said.

'Bit careless of you wasn't it.' He chuckled. 'Here's a fiver, you'd better be no longer than 10 mins or there'll be trouble.

Seeing I had no other choice I walked to the door rubbing my wrists now they were free of the cuffs. I opened the door and walked out naked into the sunshine, I almost didn't care anymore. My nipples were on fire and my pussy was aching from the beating, the hard fuck and the two mind-blowing orgasms. All I could think of was what the hell these two bastards were going to put me through next and where was Daniel? He should be here shouldn't he? Why the fuck was he leaving me at the mercy of these two freaks?

I picked up my coat and put it on, buttoning it up to cover myself. I moaned aloud as my sore nipples rubbed the inner lining and realised it would be hell walking in these heels with my nipples as they are. 

I walked out into the street and turned left, my mind awhirl with what had happened to me already today when I was brought back to earth by a car horn as a group of kids passed gawping and shouting obscene suggestions at me. I remembered once again that I was pretty much helpless and exposed with only this thin coat between me and the world, my long legs fully on display with my aching pussy cool in the breeze.

It wasn't until I got into the shop and the old woman behind the counter looked at me with distaste that I remembered that my face and hair still had drying cum and pussy juice smeared on it. I wanted the ground to swallow me as I realised what I must look like.

Paying up I hurried back to the house trying my best to ignore the beeping car horns and the stares of other pedestrians, it was difficult to go quickly as long strides made the coat hem ride up and I certainly didn't want to fall over in these heels. I didn't know how long I had been but I was pretty frightened that I would have been longer than the 10 minutes Jim had allowed.

Coming up my driveway I saw with a sense of relief that my car was in the driveway, Daniel was home! Though I didn't know what to think about that. The first thing he would see would be me dressed as a complete whore with another man's cum on my face. Taking a deep breath I knocked on my own door and waited for an answer. I could hear laughter from inside but no-one came and I was starting to wonder if they were just going to leave me outside dressed like this when my phone rang in my coat pocket. I reached in and saw it was Daniel.

'Hello?'

'Hey babe,' he said. 'Take off your coat and come round the back.' The phone clicked off.

Looking around I couldn't see anyone on the street, so I unbuttoned my coat and when naked, I walked around the side of the house. Thank god there are lots of trees around our house I thought as I came into my back garden. 

As I came around the corner I could see the three men in our conservatory, they all had a beer in their hands and were talking amongst themselves. As I came up to the back door, Daniel stood up and opened it. He looked me up and down - he looked at my face and hair, my abused breasts and my reddened pussy. I had been hopeful to see him, but seeing the way he looked at me I suddenly felt very lonely and afraid.

'The boys fancy a bit of a show sweetheart,' he stated as my guts twisted inside me. 'So go to the middle of the lawn and make yourself cum for us.'

'W..What?' I said.

'Don't make me ask you again Slut,' he said, 'over there, kneel down, spread your legs and make yourself cum, now!'

'Yes master.' I replied, a tear rolling down my cheek.

I dropped my coat and walked onto the grass. Kneeling down as I had been told I faced the house and slowly started to touch myself. The three men came out into the garden and stood watching and commenting on my body as I fingered myself for their pleasure, I slowly started circling my clit and before I knew it my orgasm was building. I couldn't help it, I thought of how the woman in the shop had looked at me, of how it felt when Phil had just grabbed me and roughly fucked me and how helpless I was throughout it. I came with a shudder and knelt there gasping for air with my head bowed.

'Good girl,' Daniel said, 'now get into the bedroom.'

'Yes Master.' I said. 

Daniel followed me into the bedroom, leaving the two men downstairs and I was hoping for some comfort from my fiancée. But as soon as we got into the room he roughly pushed me onto the bed and grabbing a pair of handcuffs he snapped them around my wrists. Then he took our second pair and attached one end to the short chain in-between the cuffs and the other to the centre rung on the headboard. After I was secure he sat on the bed next to me and ran his hands over my body, grinning like a schoolboy.

'So, how are you enjoying your day so far Jodie?' he asked as his hands slipped down to my swollen pussy lips. I immediately spread my legs to allow him access but maddeningly he only brushed me and his hand carried on down my thigh.

I looked into his eyes and saw that there was no real concern there; he was enjoying himself too much. I didn't reply, sensing he was being rhetorical and as he looked deep into my eyes he saw the need there and chuckled. 

'It seems like you are having a great time sweetheart,' he said as he reached onto the nightstand and picked up our ball-gag. Lifting my head up, he pushed the large rubber ball in my mouth and secured it behind my head before arranging my hair over the strap. This done, he stood up.

'I'm going out again now honey, I'm sure the boys will be up in a bit.' He said as my eyes widened in alarm as I moaned around the gag. 'No no, it's for the best -- they have many things they want to do to you and it will be more fun for me to hear you tell me about them later.' He grinned at me wolfishly, 'I'll be seeing you this evening, we're all going to meet up at the club. I can't wait to see how they dress you for it, I just hope they leave you capable of walking when they are done with you today, though it doesn't matter, I'm going to fuck you later anyway.'

With one last look at my gagged, helpless body he walked out of the room and closed the door.

I don't know how long it was before Phil and Jim came upstairs. After Daniel closed the door I heard the three men talking and laughing, though I couldn't make out any of the words they were saying. I heard the TV come on and the sound of people moving about but then I must have drifted off, after the stress of the past few hours my body took advantage of the quiet to recuperate. Even the uncomfortable chunk of rubber holding my jaw open didn't keep me awake.

I was startled when I heard the door opening, for a moment I was confused but the feel of metal on my slender wrists and the taste of rubber brought it all back to me. I lifted my head to see Jim walking in closely followed by Phil, they both had beers in their hands and Phil was holding a couple of lengths of rope.

'What have we got here then jimmy?' said Phil as he stared at my boobs. 'Looks like something to have a lot of fun with eh?'

'Oh I think so Phil,' replied Jim as he looked me in the eye. 'You know what your loving soon-to-be-husband said to us bitch?'

He chuckled as I shook my head fearfully. 'He said that we can do whatever we like to you this afternoon, anything as long as it's cruel.'

As he said this, Phil handed him one of the lengths of rope and they moved either side of the bed. Reaching down they both started to tie off one end of the ropes to the metal frame.

'So we have been scratching our heads as to what to do with you that will be fun,' Jim continued, 'and we think we've come up with a winner. Spread your legs.'

I closed my eyes and opened my legs for these men and they both grabbed me behind my knee. Soon I felt the rope looped just below each joint and then the trailing end tied to the bed frame, pulling my legs tightly apart and stretching my pussy wide open. I was now totally helpless, I couldn't move any of my limbs as the leg ties had pulled my wrists taught against the cuffs and my legs were drawn apart with my knees splayed and pointed up towards the headboard.

Jim leaned over me and dragged a thick finger up my spread slit, feeling how wet I had become. Slipping his thick digit inside me he then pulled it out and pushed it roughly into my tight, exposed ass. They both laughed as I groaned at the intrusion, I was so helpless and horny it was frightening. Daniel was right, these men could do anything they want to me and I'd beg them for more.

'Feeling degraded yet bitch?' Phil asked. He looked up at Jim who nodded and started taking off his belt, thinking they were going to fuck me I tried to prepare myself for it as after having his cock rammed down my throat earlier I knew how fat Jim's dick was. However he didn't take off his trousers, he just started to wind the belt around his fist leaving a trailing end about a foot and a half long. I started to moan in alarm as I realised what he was about to do but I couldn't move no matter how I struggled.

'Looks like she's rumbled us Phil,' said Jim as he climbed onto the bed and stood with his feet either side of my chest.

Phil moved to the top of the bed and pinched my left nipple viciously as he leant in close to my face. 'We're going to take turns beating your cunt you little whore, you came without permission when I fucked you earlier and so were going to punish you.' Twisting my sensitive nipple again he stepped back.

CRACK, CRACK CRACK CRACK...

I don't know how long it went on for, I was too busy wailing and drooling around my gag. I know they switched places at some point and Phil was even more brutal with the inch and a half wide belt. The heavy leather slammed into my sensitive pussy, across my exposed asshole and over my breasts for what seemed like forever. Soon enough though they were untying my legs and I squealed again as my thighs closed on my sensitive flesh. 

Having had their fun they both stripped off and Phil, I think it was, grabbed my hips and spun me around so I was now face down on the bed, my arms crossed uncomfortably in front of me in the cuffs. 

I felt the rope as they tied my legs again, this time around my ankles, pulling my legs wide open. I didn't resist as one of them squirted cold lube onto my whipped asshole.

Phil again leaned close to my head and whispered in my ear, 'I enjoyed that, now we are going to fuck that tight little arse of yours bitch and you'd better make it fun for us or you'll be wearing even less clothes later on.'

I turned my head and looked at him through teary eyes and tried to mumble 'yes master' around the gag. Feeling a weight settling behind me on the mattress and hairy thighs rubbing on the backs of my taught legs I knew what was coming but where Daniel would slowly inch himself into me, Jim rammed his fat cock up my tight hole in one swift movement. I cried out as he entered me and screamed again as he pulled almost all the way out before ramming back in again. 

He roughly fucked me like this for ages, brutalising my helpless ass every bit as viciously as he had beaten my pussy. He would vary his strokes, fast and slow but always making sure he moved his cock the full length in and out. After a while however, my body began to get used to the invasion and before I knew it I was rising to meet his thrusts, grinding my ass into his crotch as he powered into me. I even started to build to an orgasm in spite of the bruised ache in my clit but before I could get there I felt Jim pulse deep inside me and felt the hot rush of sperm as he pumped into my bowels.




Engagement Party



He flopped down onto my back with a groan, crushing my petite, tightly stretched frame with his hairy bulk, before pushing himself up and pulling his softening cock out of my ass with a plop.

'There you go Phil,' he said, 'loosened her up for you, damn but I enjoyed that.'

They switched places behind me and Phil quickly shoved his hard cock into me, Phil wasn't as nasty as Jim had been but every now and then he would stop pumping to reach around underneath me to maul my breasts or to pinch my nipples. By the time he had cum as well my poor ass was very sore indeed and my boobs felt bruised from Phil's attentions.

The two men stood back from the bed and I could feel them looking at my well fucked body. Even after everything that had happened today I still felt humiliated to have these two strangers looking at me tied and helpless like this, with cum starting to dribble from my slack asshole.

They untied my legs and Jim took the key from the nightstand and uncuffed my wrists, standing me up on trembling legs they both looked at me again.

'Go and clean yourself up bitch,' said Phil, 'shower, shit -- whatever you need to do. We're going to look through your clothes and find something for you to wear later. We haven't got long so you'd better hurry up, we'll leave the clothes in here.'

I quickly ran out of the room and into the bathroom my mind awhirl. I didn't like the thought of these men going through my things but after what they had put me through I was too scared of any punishment to say anything. After sitting on the loo and taking a much needed pee I jumped into the shower and washed a day's worth of cum and assorted sex juice off myself. 

Looking in the mirror I checked out my body for sings of the abuse I'd suffered, my nipples were sore and flushed, my boobs were a little bruised and my pussy was red from the whipping but all in all I wasn't in too bad a state.

The hot water felt good on my skin but I knew I couldn't dawdle and after quickly dragging a razor over my bits I rushed back into the bedroom. True enough the guys had left some clothes on the bed and my heart sank as I looked at what they had given me to wear. 

To be continued...



Engagement Ring



An engagement is the most exciting thing a young woman experiences. When my boyfriend Willard proposed to me, I was delirious with happiness.

He put a large diamond on my hand, and said. "Gwen, I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?"

I shook with joy and wept while saying 'yes'! Of course you feel like a princess for a minute, and then comes the joy of planning--and arguing with Mom and Willard--and drunken bachelor parties.

I called my best friend Margarita, who is extremely pretty and more level headed than me. She is my rock when the waters are troubled. I can't hear think about her and not want to feel like having tequila drinks!

"Willard and I are engaged. Isn't that incredible? I need your help! Will you be my maid of honor?" I asked her. 

Of course she said 'yes.' She is the greatest friend a girl could have!

She is a very tall brunette with seductive eyes and a great ass. She gets a lot of guys' attention, but never gets serious. I would cry if somebody married her and took her away. Margarita looks good in pajamas or jeans, but I need to work a little harder. I envy that she is so pretty. She has a Latina exotic/ erotic thing going on—beautiful hair, big dark eyes and a gorgeous body.

I love to shop and dress well. The cosmetics department and clothes boutiques are my hangouts. 

A girl just has to look her best. I went to college and my big boobs are just the icing on the cake. I am a curvy blonde...a smart one. Margarita calls me a 'pistol' because I am so high energy. She always put up with all my drama, and I think she is my greatest friend. 

I hope Willard doesn't put the hammer down on my shopping and spending habits. I need my girl-time! I hope he doesn't get bossy with me. Or demand too many blowjobs! I'd be happy to give him one right now.

"You gotta see the ring! It's massive! I knew he had money, but obviously his family is behind him. It would be so gauche to ask how much he spent, but I figure it's at least $5000!"

"Gwen, you should get it appraised when you go shopping for his wedding band," said Margarita, always the cool cucumber. 

"Touché! You are extraordinary, Margarita. I could kiss you." 

"Gwen, did you actually call me even before you called your own Mom?" she asked.

"Yes, I did. You and I are so inseparable, right now. I actually don't know how I'll get married and then only see you once or twice a week. Oh, that makes me sad!"

"We will have a long grueling process getting your wedding off the ground. You will be sick of me when it's all done."

"Never, Margarita, "I said. "Honestly, I could never be sick of you. I love you as much as Willard."

"Ok, sweetie. Let's meet at the jewelers, and then go shopping and then drink margaritas! I always end up drinking when I'm with you." 

"Awesome! Sounds like a plan."

So we met at the Jewelers. I was waiting by the curb as she was parking her in her sexy Miata convertible. She dashed out of the driver's seat and came running to me, hugging me tight. 

"Hi, Margarita!" I enthused. "I am so glad you could meet me here right now. I just assumed that you would be my maid of honor, but I haven't asked you formally. Please, Margarita, will you be my maid of honor?"

"Shush girlfriend, I'm already in. I'd do anything you ask me to," pledged Margarita.

"Gosh, you are so cool. After this we can get lingerie for my trousseau." I bubbled. "I should buy you something as a gift for helping me so much."

The woman behind the counter looked at us and smiled. She was a short-haired conservative looking woman, but was warm, friendly. "Hello ladies, what can I assist you with today? I assume you've just gotten that beautiful ring?" she asked.

"Yes, isn't it awesome? I just got engaged, and I need to see wedding bands to give to my fiancé, Willard."

"I have just the thing," proclaimed the sales lady. "We have a special True Love Ring with a star-burst design."

"I actually love it." I giggled. "What do you think, Margarita?"

The sales lady continued, "The gold symbolizes purity, and this is 20 carat gold. The round shape of the ring symbolizes love for all eternity, but this ring has something extra. The star-burst lights up for those with True Love. Whoever has this ring placed this on their finger, and is really in passionate love will glow extra bright. Try it."

"Do you like it, Margarita?" I inquired, as I picked up the ring from its holder.

"Yes, it is really incredible," said Margarita in a hushed voice. 

I picked up the ring and slipped it on Margarita's left hand ring finger, and the sales lady looked alarmed. "Oh, you weren't supposed..." She stopped herself in mid-sentence. 

"Oh, I wasn't supposed to put it on her?" I stammered confusedly.

We all watched amazed as the ring glowed brightly. It shone brilliantly, even brighter than my expensive diamond. It was like one of those movies where some ghost or alien produces a glowing super pure white light.

The sales lady said, in shock. "I've never seen it do that before! That is the most amazing thing I have ever seen. We've been selling these for a year and they glow a little, but this is ...is...amazing. This ring is supposed to be a test of love."

Margarita looked so beautiful in the light, and her eyes were little tears in the corner. 

"Oh, we are totally best friends," I said trying to sound nonchalant. "I'm sure that Willard will light up the ring just as much, or maybe pretty close."

"No, don't expect it anywhere near that bright," said the sales lady. "Bring Mr. Wonderful over here as soon as you can. We can resize it or whatever, but I want to meet this fiancé of yours."

Ok, I looked at a few other rings and then we went to buy lingerie. I left my car parked and we went together in Margarita's convertible. I love the wind in my hair, but it was a little cold, and I noticed my own goose bumps and hardened nipples. I noticed the same thing going on with Margarita. 

We went into the lingerie shop and picked out some sexy things. As we were taking them into the dressing room, a crabby sales woman barked "If you try on panties you must buy them, unless you put them on top of your old panties." 

We heard giggling as we entered the dressing room area. There was a strange musky odor and it occurred to me that it was a sex smell. I wondered if patrons were fooling around in the next dressing room. Margarita seemed unfazed by those occurrences and started to organize the lingerie and unhook them from the clothes hangers. 

"Don't you smell something funky, Margarita?" I whispered.

"No, not particularly," she said. "This one is my favorite. Gwen, are you going to try this thong over your old panties?"

"No, I'm sure I will like them," I said as I stripped off my slacks and my panties. I noticed that Margarita was watching me very closely. We'd been naked in front of each other before, but somehow this was different. She took my old slacks and panties and hung them. "Oh, you are trimming your pubes," she commented, looking at my pussy. 

"Well, yea, I figured if we are going lingerie shopping, I had to be prepared." When the thong panties were up on me and snug, Margarita reached out to my hip as if to smooth out a wrinkle, but it was only skin she touched. Her cold fingertip made me tingle.

"Wow, they are really revealing, Gwen. I think they are hot. Your body looks gorgeous."

Just then we heard a female voice moaning from the next dressing booth. "Mmmm, Oh...Just like that," someone called out. I couldn't believe that we were eavesdropping on people having sex in the dressing room.

"What is that? Do you think they are having sex?" I whispered. 

"Why don't you try the teddy on?" said Margarita, staying on task, ignoring the neighbors' indiscretions. Like I said...she is a cool cucumber.

"Don't you think those noises are strange, Margarita? Are they lesbians?" I asked while I stripped off my blouse and bra. 

Now I stood only in my thong panties, and I watched Jeanette looking up and down my body. She wasn't making any eye contact with me. She was just ogling my breasts and tight ass straining against the provocative thong. I began to have my doubts about Margarita's sexuality.

I thought about the strange glow of the True Love Ring. Why did it glow for Margarita? Does she have a lesbian crush on me? Oh. I must be imaging things about her. If I don't know everything about her now, then I'm not a very good friend. I hurried to put the teddy on to cover my hardening nipples. 

We heard a bang from the next booth and then someone shouted "Oh, my god, Oh, Ah!" That really sounded like someone having an orgasm. She cried, 

"I'm cumming!, ah, ah, ahhhhhh!"

Margarita was giggling, entertained. That I always had called her a cool cucumber had new connotations.

"C'mon, Margarita. We gotta get outta here." I commanded. I don't know if I was over-reacting. I felt threatened somehow.

I grabbed the lingerie, and made a beeline for the cash register, hastily choosing a thing or two. 

As I stood at the counter nervously, I started apologizing, "Oh, Margarita, I forgot about buying you something, too. I am sorry. Do you know what you want? Or maybe we should come back here another time. Or I could pay for a gift card now for you."

"Gwen, don't worry about it," she stoically, sounding like a martyr. 

"Ok, I will buy the gift card now and then we can still come back together." I reasoned. "And let's skip the margaritas."

My mood was ruined. Margarita dropped me off at my car and I hurried over to talk to Willard. I had to confide in him about Margarita, the strange lesbian activities at the lingerie store, and talk about having him try on the wedding band. 

"Hello, Gwen. You look ravishing as always," said Willard.

"No, actually, I don't feel so good, Willard. Margarita and I were trying to buy the trousseau lingerie and there were lesbians in the next changing booth having sex."

"Wow, baby, that's hot. That got you all worked up. Do you want to fool around now?"

"No! Willard, it's upsetting to me! Don't you get it? Margarita brought me to this store, and I wonder if she knows that lesbians are hooking up there. Maybe that's why Margarita doesn't maintain any boyfriend long term. She casually dates around. I thought I knew everything about her. I mean for god's sake, I just invited her to be my maid of honor. Maybe she is a lesbian, or at least bi-curious."

My mind wandered back, remembering situations with Margarita, like the time in high school that we practiced kissing each other, and how I stopped it when she began to feel my boobs. Or the time we were watching porn together and a hot lesbian scene came on, embarrassing me. Or the many times she took a bubble bath when I visited her apartment. She maximized every opportunity to show me her naked or bikini-clad body. She was a lesbian exhibitionist, and I thought it was just a comfort level.

"Gwen, I know the answer...we could have a three-way. Baby, that would be totally smoking!" blurted Willard, insensitively. 

"Geez, Willard, you are an oaf! I can't discuss anything with you. Ok, forget it," I fumed. 

"Let's go to see the ring." I was regretting confiding in Willard and divulging Margarita's secrets.

In spite of the fact that Willard's family is rich, he drives a sensible Chevy. Nothing exciting like Margarita's Miata. We hopped in to go to Jewelers, and see the ring sales lady.

"Hello, young lady. Is this your beau? He is quite handsome," said the sales lady, friendly as before. 

"Did you want to try several different rings, or just the one you saw before?" she said, perhaps prodding me to avoid the True Love Ring. 

"No," I stated bluntly. "No, ma'am, Willard will try on the True Love Ring."

The sales lady averted her eyes in modesty. "Are you sure, honey?" she asked solemnly. She slowly pulled the ring holder out of the case and put it on the counter. I knew I was supposed to be the one to put it on his finger.

"Ok, Willard." I sighed, very tense. "Let's see how this goes." I slid the ring on his finger and watched for a glow.

There was not even a flicker. Even the gold part looked dull on his hand. I had a sinking feeling about this guy I may be stuck with. 

"This ring is very uncomfortable," complained Willard. "It is small and feels like a woman's ring. It makes me itch." I thought these were all very bad signs. 

The sales lady looked at me and said "Do you want to try some of the other rings?"

"Is there any point?" I asked her. I turned to Willard and said "C'mon Willard. We need to go."

I dashed out of there and broke up with Willard in the car. I hollered, "Take me to my parents' house, Willard. This can't continue. We can't get married. I just couldn't imagine being married to you the rest of my life."

"Gwen, you will be back. I know you are just having PMS," he said dismissively as he pulled the car into my parents' driveway. Mr. Sensitive.

"No, you bastard, I am not a second class citizen. You treat me poorly. I am not your soul mate, Willard. In fact, we don't really get along." 

"Ok, lesbo, are you going to fuck Margarita now?" cursed Willard. "Are planning on giving my diamond ring back?" How did he arrive at that nasty accusation?

"I will think about it." I said triumphantly, as I hopped out and slammed the car door, realizing that it was ambiguous which question I was answering. Was I bi-curious? Could I actually have sex with a woman? 

He rolled down his window and shouted so the whole neighborhood could hear it. "You fucking cunt! You better return that ring otherwise you will hear from our attorney!" 

My parents were dismayed at Willard's disgraceful behavior. "It's better to find out now. Don't worry. This is a blessing."

"Mom, I am so sorry that I brought that guy into my life, and that he acted that way. I can't tolerate immaturity like that. The wedding is off."

When I told her about the possibility of Margarita being gay, she said, "Oh, I always thought she was a lesbian. Why do think we never allowed you to have sleepovers with her? We saw how she looked at you. This may have been bubbling under the surface for 10 years. But we accept you -- whatever you do. Our love is unconditional, Gwennie. Just pray for everyone, especially Margarita."

I had always thought Mom was 'out of it,' being fairly religious, but today her insight surprised me. Was she giving me tacit approval to explore a lesbian relationship?

Mom invited me for dinner, but I told her I wasn't hungry. I went home to my apartment and dropped into a deep sleep before 8 p.m.

That night I had strange dreams. I dreamed that I was wandering the lingerie store and I was hearing sex noises again. As I opened one dressing room door, I saw Margarita's face with a woman between her legs giving her oral sex. She was enjoying it, until she saw me. 

Then the dream got strange. She called out to me, except I wasn't me. "Willard," she called me. "No, this isn't what it seems. I can explain." So in this bizarre dream, I must have become Willard, like an astral projection.

Then the girl who was eating her pussy turned her head around, and it was me! I was between her legs with sex juice all over my cheeks. Why would I picture myself eating pussy? What a disturbing dream! Could I really discard heterosexuality, just the way that I discarded Willard?

Identities, times and locations are often blurred in dreams. I sat up in my bed awakened by this lesbian fantasy that was so vivid it took me a moment to realize that it wasn't real. 

I realized that I was extremely horny, and I rarely am awake at this hour. 

I pulled my vibrator out of the bed stand and buzzed it on my pussy. I spread my vagina lips and ran the vibrator up beside my clitoris. It made a whirring noise as I felt the blessed tingling. I closed my eyes and all I could see was Margarita's pretty face, as if she were right there watching me. I couldn't stop, as I became more aroused and my clitoris became more engorged.

I furiously rubbed my clit directly now, and the room became so warm that I was sweating on my bed sheets. I was becoming short of breath as I stroked and swirled myself for sweet relief. My orgasm was approaching and then would wane, disappearing as distracting stressful thoughts intruded. But those delays and re-approaches to the climax made it more urgent. I was grunting and moaning, "Uh, uh, uh," I was groaning so loud that I was afraid that the neighbors might hear. 

I inserted the vibrator into my hole and then rolled over face down to hump the bed. I imagined having sex with Margarita and eating another woman's pussy. I fixed this thought in my mind while I finally put it over the top. 

Everything muscle in my pelvic area convulsed repeatedly, including my anal muscles. It was the most intense orgasm at my own hand ever. I spewed a thick flow of cream all over the sheets. What a huge wet-spot! I actually felt proud of myself to be so sexual and powerful. I believe that I could be bi-sexual. I would need to confront Margarita. I drifted to an uneasy sleep for a few hours. 

I woke up shuddering and sweating. My heart was pounding. I looked at the alarm clock and it was 4:22 a.m. I got out of bed and turned on the laptop. 

I read an e-mail from my Mom at 9 p.m., saying 

"Just checking up on you. I hope you are ok...Love Mom." I got an spam e-mail from a dating website. "Looking for True Love?"

And then two hours later, I got a 'book', a massive e-mail from Margarita:

Gwen, You are my dearest friend and I have been hiding things from you for so long. It is so painful to finally tell the truth, but here it is. 

When you told me you were getting married, I resigned myself to perpetuating the situation that I've hid so long.. I want you as my friend and if you knew the truth I was afraid to lose you in my life.

My secret is my sexual orientation. I am gay, and I have had a crush on you since high school. It makes me happy when you call me, or we go shopping or just text each other. I know you rely on me for so much companionship and support, and I feel the same way, too. You are my joy and sunshine, and I never want to jeopardize that, Gwen. I love you with all my heart. 

When I had to show up to a party with a date, I would bring any guy I could find, just an acquaintance or blind date. When you asked if I was seeing anyone, I told you Chris, or Robin or Dana, but those were actually women. I tried to find someone who wasn't you, but nothing compares to you. 

I realize that being totally honest now doesn't make up for all the lies, and cover-up. I hope I can continue to be a part of your life, just as before. I will eternally be your friend.

Though I know I have hurt you, given enough time we can be inseparable friends again. Just remember that love and time heals everything. Do you forgive me, Gwen? 

Love always, Margarita xoxo

I read the letter three times, until I realized that my pussy was dripping wet. While I tried to sort my thoughts and feelings, my aroused pussy had made the decision obvious. 

In spite of the ridiculous, pre-dawn hour, I wanted to barge in on Margarita and attempt to seduce her, or let her seduce me. The charade was over. This woman loves me and I was going to thank her sexually.

I dressed in a cute blouse with no bra, and thong panties under my Capri pants. My nipples were rock hard driving over in the pre-daybreak air. Even though it was very early in the morning, I was energized and fully wide awake. I knocked on her door several times. After several minutes, I heard some shuffling and then Margarita peered through the security hole in the door and opened up. 

"Humph," she said, still too sleepy to say anything coherent. "Gwen, whadya doing here?" 

"Sorry to come over so early. I came over here to beg your forgiveness Margarita. I never knew how you felt. I was too caught up in my own situation to realize that I'd found such a soul mate right under my nose. I am sorry I took you for granted."




Engagement Ring



"It's ok. C'mon in," she mumbled, with her voice still gruff. She fought a yawn and then said, "but I'm going back to bed."

I was surprised how, in my important moment, she was just going back to bed. "But I want to make love to you. I want to eat your pussy and have sex in every way imaginable. I want to be yours. I love you, too, Margarita!"

"Look, Gwen, I already know you love me, without putting a True Love Ring on your finger. I am in no hurry to force a sexual encounter. It's not the orgasm that matters, it's the love. Either way, we have each other...whatever happens, whatever problems we stumble across." Margarita explained it all so reasonably, making me love her even more. "If you want to change into some pajamas, I need to get some more sleep. Then we can fuck tonight, or next week, or a month from now. I want to do this when you are ready. Come on, Gwen, just get in bed with me and cuddle."

I took all my clothes off lay with Margarita, who was groggy and just smiled and hummed contentedly. 

"I love you Gwen," she said, sleepily smiling. I moved closer and put my head on her shoulder. 

"I love you too, Margarita," I told her, as I nuzzled her neck and kiss her. 

"That tickles," she said with her eyes closed, drifting into dreams. I sat by her side and watch her beautiful face as she dozed. The sun hadn't risen, but the sky was brightening enough to put a dull grey light in the room. I softly caressed her stomach and hair in a non-sexual, just to comfort her. I was so amazed by my cool cucumber. What an amazing woman!

We awoke late and had breakfast, and giggled while eating our toast and coffee. I washed the dishes, while she put a CD of mellow love songs.

Then we got in the shower together, fucking ourselves silly. We French kissed under the shower spray and pinched each other's nipples. Next she had me bend over, out of the flow of water, and soaped my ass and hips. From behind, she momentarily rubbed her hand across my pussy lips, causing me to moan in arousal. 

What she did next was so hot and unexpected, I still blush remembering it. She threw leg around my lathered hip and mounted me, like a drunken cowboy riding the horse facing backwards. She slid her vagina in long soapy stokes, riding my hip to exert pressure on herself. Sliding back and forth, I could feel her body's muscles working so hard to bring her sexual release. 

I couldn't believe how aroused we both we with this innovative lovemaking. "Un, Un, Un," she grunted rhythmically. "Gwen, oh, god, I am getting close. I am going to...gonna....un, un, oh, un, un, ah, ah, Aaaiiyyyyyy!! Ow, Ahhhh!"

I felt her pussy and ass muscles convulse on my hip, as she came, smearing it with a gooey substance. It took her a moment to get her breath back. I stood up and kissed her with passion and awe, amazed at how I could have missed her sexuality all this time.

She bent her head and nibbled her way to my breasts, biting, kissing and sucking all over my nipples. My sensitive nipples got red and swollen quickly. I felt her teeth briefly and then strong sucking which made me delirious. Her hand passed over my pubic hair, and then she abruptly turned off the shower water.

She took my hand and led me out of the shower, handing me a towel. "Come back to bed, so I can eat you out. I want to go down on you and watch you cum," Margarita said so lustily that I blushed. My body didn't have time to dry at all, just racing to the bed to flop on my back to be service by the expert.

Any woman who has doubts about getting cunnilingus from a woman, needs to try it. The slithering tongue, warm and wet, combined with fingers stroking inside the lips and walls will bring you to ecstasy. 

She pinched my clitoris with her knuckles and pulled it softly. I had never felt anything like that and I gasped. I began to writhe wildly on the bed, saying her name, "Uh, Margarita, oh, mmm, that is so incredible."

She replaced her knuckles with her tongue and licked long strokes around my clit. It felt soft and sweet as she drove me to anticipation. After a minute, she inserted two fingers into me and pumped slowly and deeply into my vagina. Then she changed the attack of her tongue to a rapid flicking which made me shout, "Oh! Oh! That feels so good!" I shouted. 

Margarita knew that I was close, so she teased me, 

"Do you want to cum, Gwen?"

"Yes," I whimpered.

"Pardon me, Gwen. I can't hear you!" Margarita teased, while probing my hole until she landed on my G-spot. I always knew it was there, but nobody had found it before.

"Yes, yes, please. I wanna cum! Unnh, Unnh." I panted.

She raked her finger in a circle on my G-spot until I couldn't tolerate the pleasure any longer. 

"I...I'm cumming! Ugh, Margarita." When she looked me in the eye, she smiled knowing that she had finally unleashed my freaky inner-lesbian. My butt muscles started to convulse, twitching almost to the point of pain. 

Again Margarita surprised me shoving a finger into my anus, which caused me to shriek wildly, like a wounded bird, "Eeeek, ow, ooohhh, ha, aiy." As I came, a liquid sprayed out of my pussy and on Margarita's face, coating her with a thick goo.

"Oh, my God, I squirted! I'm so sorry; I didn't know I could do that." I started giggling and that made it even harder to breathe. I couldn't believe that my body was capable of that. She was laughing too as she crawled up smearing my belly with the copious fluids. I knew what was coming as she trailed kisses up my ribs and breasts. When her face was in front of mine she extended her tongue to French kiss me. 

On her tongue, I taste the weird musky spunk which had come from my body. "That's what you taste like," she said. "Yummy, right?"

"I never knew what I was missing, lover." I confessed. I thought that the lovemaking was over, but she wasn't done.

As she nibbled my tongue and started playfully kissing with me, she began to grind her hips into mine. I didn't realize it was anything sexual until our pussies' kissed. I was getting moist again, same as her. The pressure was delicious as our clits protruded and started poking against each other. We bucked our hips back in forth varying the intensity, until we were feverishly matching our shoving motion.

We needed to shower again and then eat, and then sleep and start again. The next session I got the nerve to eat her pussy. It was one more thing that I should have done years before, a missing piece of the puzzle.

The delight of repeated orgasms is only surpassed by the blessing of love that two people can share. Receiving love not as good as giving love. Making love with your soul mate is true bliss. 

Margarita and I are partners now. We love each other very deeply. She is my princess and I am hers. We did buy "True Love Rings" for each other and they glow like a bright sunrise.



Engagement Sex



I've been with my girlfriend for over a year now and love her so much. She is cute, funny, and really sexy. We have a great time and we love to play around a little sexually, but Melissa is a conservative girl and has told me many times that she won't go all the way until we are engaged. Up until recently, I had only seen her naked breasts. 

God! does she have wonderful breasts. Melissa is about 5 foot 8, 130 pounds, and has size C cup breasts. They are implants, but you can hardly tell, and they feel so nice. She said she was born flat-chested and got her implants to make her look as sexy as she felt. I can't blame her, and I'm not sorry I get to be the one to play with them occasionally. Once in a while she lets me suck on her nipples, which drives her wild! She has also rubbed my cock through my shorts, but that's it for us sexually. I really wanted more, but was willing to wait.

About a month ago I decided I was going to propose. I just couldn't see myself being with anyone else in my life. We are so connected emotionally. After getting the ring, I decided to propose at a really nice restaurant that we like, and then take her home for a quiet romantic evening.

At the restaurant, I worked it out with the waiter to deliver the ring with her desert. Melissa was overcome with joy when she saw the ring and tears came to her eyes. "Oh Bobby," she said. "I love you so much, and I can't wait to be married! But before I accept, I need you to be sure you really want me. We've never made love and you might not find me very good in bed. I think it's time we went a little further," she said with teary eyes and a big smile.

Hearing this just made me lover her more. She was always worried more about me than her. I said, "Honey, there isn't anything in the world that would make me not want to be with you the rest of my life. You are so smart, cute, and sexy. I really couldn't imagine not being with you regardless of how our first time goes."

After desert, we went back to my place and I poured some wine and started some soft music in the background. While she went to freshen up, I also started a fire and placed a few pillows on top of our fuzzy rug.

Melissa came out in this almost sheer black babydoll with a plunging neckline that barely covered her tits, and panties! My jaw just dropped and I didn't know what to say. I was stunned. She came over to me and kissed me deeply. She was such a great kisser. As we kissed, she unbuttoned my shirt and through it to the floor. She kissed my neck and ears, and then moved to my chest and began to lightly lick my chest and suck on my nipples.

This drove me wild and I couldn't wait to return the favor. But Melissa kept going. She then knelt down on the floor and slowly unzipped my pants as she looked up at me with a big smile on her face. All I could think of saying was, "I love you," and she winked back. She then pulled my pants down and took off my socks and through them to the other side of the room. I was left standing in my boxers with a growing boner.

I couldn't wait for her to touch it. This would be the first time and it would be so great! I really didn't know what she was worried about. She was so sexy and driving me wild! Melissa then began to kiss my cock through my shorts, wrapping her lips around my shaft and squeezing. I just got harder from this and I could tell she was having some fun. She eventually tugged at the bottoms of my shorts and my cock finally sprung free as my shorts hit the floor.

Melissa just stared at it for a moment and I was worried she was getting second thoughts. Thank God she didn't! With my cock pointing directly at her face, she leaned forward a little and kissed the head of my cock. She then got a little closer and reached behind me and grabbed my buttocks with each hand, and then slowly took the head of my cock in her mouth. I was ready to explode right there! It felt so good to be in her mouth.

Melissa started swirling her tongue over the head as she took more of me in her mouth. She got about half-way, and then slowly pulled out and swirled her tongue again. It felt awesome! After a few more strokes, it seemed she was getting the hang of it. She then went a little faster and grabbed my cheeks to pull me into her mouth more as she went forward and then back. It was just the way I liked it. After a few minutes more when I didn't think I could take much more of this before I came, she suddenly stopped and looked up at me.

She said, "Bobby, I love sucking your cock. It's so beautiful and hard. I've wanted to do this for so long. Baby, I want to taste you. I want you to cum in my mouth," she whispered, and she began to suck me again. Before I could say anything, I could feel my orgasm coming. As I panted with each stroke, she gripped my ass tighter and began to suck harder and faster. I couldn't restrain myself much longer. Melissa was now taking most of me in her mouth and sucking me like she was starving for my cum. I didn't take long and I let out a loud moan and unleashed several streams of cum into her hungry mouth.

Melissa kept sucking until I was finished and it seemed she swallowed most of my cum, with a little left on the corners of her mouth. I eventually began to soften and she finally let me out of her mouth. She looked up again with those cute eyes and I just adored her. She got up and put her arms around me and then gave me a peck on the lips and said, "How was that?" with a big smile.

I said, "Amazing!" and leaned forward for another kiss. This time Melissa opened her mouth and gave me a full kiss. No girl had ever done that to me before after I came in their mouth, but Melissa had swallowed my cum, so there wasn't really much left to taste. Although I did taste something kind of sweet, it was a lovely kiss and I couldn't wait to return the favor.

Melissa then asked me to lie on my back, and as I did, she straddled my waist and began to remover her top. Her lovely breasts popped out as she took her top off, and then she leaned forward for another kiss. We kissed passionately again as I fondled her tits, and after a few minutes, she leaned forward and moved her right nipple over my hungry mouth. I loved it when she did this once in the past, and I eagerly flicked my tongue out at her nipple and then took as much of her breast into my mouth as I could.

Melissa moaned as I licked and sucked, then moved the other breast over for some attention. After a few minutes, Melissa whispered in my ear, "I am so wet. Do you want to lick me?"

I stopped sucking on her beautiful nipples and replied, "I've been dreaming about eating your pussy for so long honey, I can't wait to taste you."

"Well," she said, "this is what I was worried about at the restaurant. Are you still sure you want to be with me, no matter what?"

I wasn't sure what she meant. "Yes," I said. 

She then stood up, straddling my chest, and slowly removed her panties. As her panties came down, she opened her legs a little and a cock and balls appeared between her legs. I just looked up stunned, and I could see the tears forming in her eyes.

Feeling bad for how I must have looked, I said, "Honey, come back down here. I'm sorry for my reaction. I just wasn't expecting that. Please, come back down."

Melissa sat back down with her cock resting on my belly, teary-eyed. "I wanted to tell you. I've wanted to tell you for so long, but couldn't. I was so afraid it would ruin our relationship. I love you so much. I just couldn't .....

"Shush...don't cry." I said, "It's OK honey. I understand. I love you too. I'm not sure what to do right now, but I'm willing to give it a try."

Melissa looked up with hope. "You'll give it a try!?

"Of course," I said, a little worried what this meant.

"Well, will you still lick me? I'm not really into fucking with this thing, but I do enjoy being licked and sucked. Will you try that for me, honey?"

Not sure what I was getting myself into, I said, "Yes baby. I don't know what to do though."

"I'll help you," she said. Melissa then leaned forward and placed a pillow beneath my head. She then brought her soft cock up, laid it on my chest, and asked me to touch it.

I reached up placed my fingers on her cock. As I did, she closed her eyes. I then began to slowly run my fingers up and down her cock and it started to stiffen a little. Melissa was about 4 inches soft, but was quickly approaching 5 or 6 inches as I touched her. I heard little moans from her and she said, "That feels so good."

I kept rubbing her cock, and as it got fully stiff, she began to move her hips a little. The head began to pop up a little and then down and she moved. Melissa then moved a little closer so that her cock was only a few inches from my mouth. With the pillow stuffed fully under my neck, my chin was basically on my chest.

I continued to rub her, and as I did, I noticed a large bubble of wetness at the tip of her cock. Melissa was definitely enjoying what I was doing. She kept her eyes closed, but the moans became a little louder as she let me know how good it felt.

After a few moments, Melissa moved her hips a little further forward so that the tip of her cock was essentially at my lips. Her pre-cum was even larger now and then she asked, "Will you lick it, honey?"

I parted my lips at this request and stuck out my tongue a little. Her pre-cum coated the tip of my tongue and I brought it back in. The taste wasn't actually bad. It was just a sweet tasting fluid. I stuck my tongue out again and this time Melissa slid a little forward again, pushing the head of her cock inside my lips.

I opened my mouth a little further and she slide forward again. Half of her cock was in my mouth. I closed my lips around it, and as she slowly pulled out, I ran my tongue over the head as she had done to me. This seemed easy enough. She then moved forward and backward slowly, and I repeated the maneuver with my tongue. Apparently I was doing the right thing, because her moans definitely got louder.

After a few minutes of Melissa slowly fucking my mouth, she began to quicken the pace a little. Her cock was rock hard and seemed like a hundred degrees. As she thrust forward, more of her cock seemed to fill my mouth. I relaxed my jaw and let her fuck me harder while trying not to gag.

"Oh!...umf....ugh," she moaned. "I want to cum in your mouth. Will you let me cum, baby?" she half-whispered and half-groaned.

With my mouth full of her raging cock, I motioned with my eyes it was OK. I didn't know what to do. What was I going to do when she came? Should I try and swallow? Should I try and let it run out of my mouth? What if she thought that was rude?

Melissa's pace continued and I felt her balls slapping against my chin. I could see it in her eyes she was getting close, and then it happened. Melissa let out a long moan and pulled her cock part way out of my mouth so that I wouldn't choke. I then felt jism after jism flood my mouth with her hot cum. Melissa kept her cock steady and I swallowed as much as I could, but some of it ran down my face and neck. 

Her cum tasted sweeter than I thought it would taste and actually wasn't that bad. I couldn't believe I was even thinking that it tasted good, but it did. Melissa wasn't salty at all like they say some men are.

When Melissa recovered, she came back down to kiss me. "That was wonderful!" she said. "Do you still want to get engaged? Do you still love me?"

"As I said before, nothing would make me leave you. I do still love you, more than ever, and I still want to be engaged if you will have me."

Melissa got a huge smile on her face, and then leaned forward to kiss me. She kissed me deeply, tasting her own cum. After awhile, she reached back and touched my cock. It was rock hard again, and then she sat back and lowered herself onto my cock.

We fucked for hours it seemed, with me cuming in her ass once and then her mouth again. I also gave her a blowjob and ate her sweet-tasting cum one more time before we went to sleep. I know it's crazy, but Melissa having a cock just didn't matter. She was the same cute and fun person as before and her cock didn't change that. And I think I love her more now that I know. 



Engagement



"No! You don't understand. I really would like to try, but I just don't think I could! I'd freeze or panic or do something horrible or unforgivable and I'd lose you!" she cries.

"You mean that!" Tom repeats curiously, "Maybe we can think of a solution. You're saying you don't think you could actually perform sex with someone even though you would want to try, in order to please me?"

The lovely young virgin gazes at him longingly and replies, "That's right! I just don't think I could even bring myself to even kiss someone else, especially if you were watching. It'd be too humiliating and degrading. I'd be so embarrassed!"

"What if someone kissed you? Would that be so bad if he were to grab and hold you for a kiss?" her lover asks.

"Well, I don't know! If he made me do it and I was helpless, I couldn't do much about it, could I? And you couldn't blame me then, could you?" she thinks aloud.

"Well then, do you think you could agree that being forced to kiss would be as hard as willingly participating?" he asks.

"No! If I couldn't prevent it, it wouldn't be quite so bad. At least I wouldn't disappoint you."

"OK! What about if you knew in advance about something, could you agree to be held or forced?" Tom questions.

"I don't know! Knowing in advance might be worse than having it just happen." she stutters.

"Let's put it this way, if I called George right now to have him come over here and kiss you, will you agree to let him?"

"Well, I don't know. Maybe. If you really want me to, I guess. He already knows about my promise to do anything you ask. Let me go to the bathroom and clean up and think about It.", she tells him as she reaches to get her clothes.

"No! Leave your clothes here!" he commands, "You already said you would let him see you naked and wanted to show off for me. Can you do that?"

"Oh please, Tom, don't make me do that. Let him kiss me naked! I'd be too embarrassed!" she cries.

Disappointedly, Tom reaches for her panties, shorts and blouse and says, "Oh well, it was just an idea. Go get cleaned up and dressed. You're probably not ready to be a Slave".

Seeing his obvious let down, the beautiful young girl stands and reconsiders her decision, "All right, dear, if you want it so bad, I'll let him kiss me. But first I really have to go. Can I at least do that?" she tells him as she grabs her purse and turns and disappears from the room, leaving him holding her clothes in his hand.

In the bathroom, she relieves herself, combs her hair and quickly replaces her makeup. Staring into the mirror, she wonders how Tom could possibly stand for her exposing herself and kissing someone else. She wonders what George will think as she looks at her reflection, "My breasts are so much smaller than Virginia's, I wonder if he will think I'm pretty. Oh my God! He'll see I've shaved my pubic hair! No one but Tom knows I've done that! My mother doesn't even know! Will he tell Virginia or someone else? Oh God! I'll be so humiliated! I only did it because Tom had caught some of it in his teeth when he kissed me there! Why did I let him talk me into this? Can I really go through with it?"

Then she remembers Tom's earlier statement about how proud he would be to show her off and his pride in telling George and Virginia of her statement that she would do anything for him the other night. This strengthens her resolve to please him and she grabs the toothbrush from her purse and starts brushing her teeth before using the mouthwash sitting in the cabinet under the mirror. 

"At least I won't have bad breath when he kisses me.", she thinks to herself as she spits the mouthwash into the sink.

"Well, did you call him and is he coming? What did he say?" she asks as she returns to the living room where Tom is sitting at the table with a pad of paper and a disposable ballpoint pen.

"No, I haven't called him yet. Did you change your mind?" he says before looking up at her and exclaiming, "God you are beautiful! How did I ever get so lucky as to have you fall for me?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because you're the handsomest, kindest and gentlest person I've ever met!" she blushes, "What are you doing?"

"I'm just jotting down some ideas." he replies, "I've been wondering if just a kiss is enough to prove that you're serious about being my Slave and if you love me enough to go even farther?"

Trembling, Alicia retorts, "I thought my kissing him naked was what we agreed to. I don't know about anything else. I don't know if I can do that. What do you want?"

"Yes, I know! But if you would agree to a sex act, it would show me how committed you really are to being my Slave and it would also prove to yourself that you really want to commit to our relationship." he answers.

Realizing that his request is a test of her love, she cries, "Oh Tom, I want you to be the first. You know I love you so much, I want to remember my virginity being given to you as gift, not bartered to George D. or anyone else! I can't and won't make love to him. Ask me something else."

"Oh, Honey, I wasn't thinking of intercourse. I want our first time to be together too. I was just thinking that maybe something more intimate than a kiss, even a naked kiss, would be a better demonstration of your resolve and also give you a better understanding of what being a Slave might entail. Would you be willing to do something else?" Maybe let him penetrate you anally?"

"Oh, My God! Sodomy! That's painful, dirty and dangerous. I don't think I could even do that with you! But I know you're testing me. If I don't agree to something, I may lose you and I couldn't stand that! Would you accept my touching George or even masturbating him? Oh! I know! You want me to suck him. I've done it twice and now you want me to suck George's penis too! What can I say!" she hysterically thinks to herself.

Desperately, she tries to think of some other way to supplicate her lover. Unable to even think of begging him to relent, she starts to cry once more. 

Falling to her knees she finally sobs, "OK, you win! I'll try to kiss his p-p-penis. Will that do?"

"Oh Darling, that is wonderful! You make me so happy!" he exclaims in ecstasy, dropping to his knees in front of her and kissing her deeply.

A minute later she pulls away to catch her breath from the sobs and prolonged kiss. Wiping her cheeks with her arm she says, "Now I'll have to freshen up again. I'm sorry, I must look a mess. I'll ..."

"No Dear, if anything, you're even more beautiful when you're crying. Sit here at the table so you can see what we've been talking about. I've been writing down what I think we've agreed to. Read it over carefully and see if I've made any mistakes or left anything out. I've tried to be as generous as possible. If there are any changes we need to make, write them in the margins and we'll start a new sheet." he tells her.

Blinking back her tears, the lovely young girl tries to focus on the blurry hand written paper.





Engagement



"No Honey. If you need to go, go ahead. But don't brush your teeth or dry off if you don't have to go. If George recognizes the taste and sees how wet you are there, he'll know for sure that you're keeping your word about doing anything for me. If you want to check your makeup or comb your hair go ahead. I'll straighten up in here and put your clothes in his den out of sight. I need to talk to him alone for just a minute before he sees you or he might run right back out the door. I'll latch it so he doesn't barge in and you can stay in the bath while I talk to him in the hall.

Once more in the bathroom, the ravishing young girl sits on the toilette and tries to urinate. At first she fails but opening her legs wider she strains and finally a few drops of urine are expelled into the water. Relieved that now she can wash herself of her fluids and the drying traces of Tom's saliva she leans to the nearby sink and wets and soaps a washcloth to remove the traces of her excitement and her lover's cunnilingus. 

Still sitting with her legs splayed open and concentrating on cleaning the insides of her thighs, she jumps and nearly falls off the stool when Tom's voice softly says, "I see you didn't want to listen when I told you not to clean yourself there."

Reflexively clamping her knees together she looks up to see his smiling face gazing down at her from the doorway. Startled and embarrassed, she slaps the washcloth over her lap and brings one arm across her breasts to cover her nipples. "Oh! You scared me! Please close the door, I'm going to the bathroom."

"I know. I watched. You didn't really have to go, did you? You just wanted to wash yourself." He accuses, "Well you might as well finish now that you started. George just called and said his car won't start and he had to call a wrecker. He told me the garage said it will be two or three hours before it's fixed. I told him it was important to come on anyway, but he wouldn't listen. He said that if it's not fixed by seven-thirty tonight, he'll get a cab and be here around eight. I'm sorry, I know you were anxious to get this over with, but it can't be helped. So now you can take a shower instead and really get clean."

Blushing at his admission that he actually watched her trying to urinate, she stammers, "You've been there that long, watching me? Why? I was going to the bathroom."

"Why not? I watch you eat and drink. If you're going to be my slave and property, why shouldn't I watch you doing anything else? See, that's another aspect of being willing to do anything for me that you're not ready for. In fact, it's a central important part. Look at you now. You're covering yourself to hide from me. Why? Don't you think I got a far better view of your lovely vagina when I was kissing and licking it? Now, see if you can put that washcloth away, spread your legs and clasp both hands behind your neck."

Humiliated once more, Alicia hesitates and then slowly puts the washcloth on the sink, exposing her still tightly closed genitals. Shaking, she raises her hands until they are level with her shoulders and then suddenly drops both arms to her sides with a sob, "I can't!" she cries as she drops her head to her chest and tears begin to drip onto the tops of her breasts.

Kneeling on the tile in front of her, Tom gently grasps her knees with both hands, "Now Sweetheart, don't cry. There's nothing wrong. I know it's hard! But you're so lovely; I want to look at you all the time. I'm so glad and proud of you and happy that you even let me be a part of your life that I can hardly stand it. When we're apart, all I do is think and fantasize about you and dream about being with you." Finishing with a crackling in his voice.

Looking up at this statement, Alicia is startled to see tears welling in his brown eyes. Why, he's crying! Why is He crying? I'm the one he's humiliating! I'm the one sitting here naked!" she thinks to herself. 

Asking these questions over and over to herself, the answer suddenly comes, "He's afraid! He's in love with me and is so afraid that I don't love him enough to endure these tortures he's putting me through that I will leave him! My God! He doesn't understand how much I love him back."

At this realization, she blushes once more and determinedly raises her arms to clasp her fingers behind her neck and slowly slides her knees widely apart. Arching her back and shoving her pelvis forward towards him to present both her breasts and genitals, she can feel her labia parting and exposing the pink inner lips to the air and his view.

"There! I did it! I actually managed it! Is this all right?" She asks hopefully, looking up to see him gasp.

"Oh Yes! Darling! A thousand times yes!" he chokes and then drops his face on the top of her spread left knee. 

She can feel the dampness of tears smearing the lower part of her thigh as he continues to kneel silently. A breeze from the heat vent caressing the open inner flesh of her vagina sends a bolt of cool sensation through her as she finds herself once more sexually aroused and wet. 

"He really thinks I'm beautiful this way. He's not doing this to be mean or cruel; he really wants me to submit to these things. I'll show him how beautiful I can be! I'll prove to him how much I love him and will do everything for him!" she thinks. 

After several minutes, Tom raises his head to look into her glowing eyes as she nervously says, "You were right Darling! I really didn't understand before. I do love you so and want to please you any way I can. I'll do whatever you want, if you'll just tell me how to make you happy?"

Adoringly, he raises up to softly brush her lips with his own. His clothes rub roughly against her bare skin but the brief chaste kiss isn't sexual at all. Incredibly, it imparts a deeper sense of love and devotion than many of the long open mouthed passionate kisses they've shared before.

"You're so wonderful!" He says with a still shaky voice, "Thank you for being you! There's still one thing you don't understand. I'm the one who has to make you happy, not the other way around. If you really want to please me, you have to learn to be happy doing it. I'll try my best to teach you, but you must be getting uncomfortable. Let's go back in the living room."

Taking her by the hand, he leads her back to the living room and to a large overstuffed armchair. Silently, he indicates for her to sit and then gently places her wrists behind her neck and lifts each knee over the chair arms so that she is once more in the position he asked her to take on the stool in the bathroom.

"Lean back and relax your legs, Darling, and I'll try to explain what I was talking about earlier. Are you comfortable?" he asks as he goes to sit on the couch across the room.

"NO! Not at all! Tom this is so humiliating and embarrassing. Please?" She starts.

"No, I didn't mean that way." he interrupts, "I meant physically. Your arms or legs aren't cramped or stiff? Your neck, back, breasts or bottom aren't stretched or pinched? If they are, adjust yourself so that you are relaxed and comfortable. We've got almost four hours before George gets here and I want you to be as rested and ready as possible. Meanwhile, I'll try to explain more about how I feel and want you to feel. I believe that you have a naturally submissive personality. You've said that you've fantasized about being controlled or dominated. Is that right?"

"Y-yes, I think so. I'm always trying to please everybody. I'm compulsive about minding my folks. At school I work hard to please my teachers. When I go out with friends I almost always go along with what they want to do rather than insisting on what I want." She answers.

"Exactly! And when you are doing all these things other people want, it makes you happy?" He asks.

"Yes, it does seem that way. Even when people don't appreciate what I do for them, I still feel better. It's when I do something wrong or am not able to help them that I feel the worst."

"Right! With that nature, you fantasize about being dominated by someone who will tell you what to do all the time so you don't have to make decisions about how to go about pleasing them. Isn't that right?" he speculates.

"Yes it is. I've just never thought about it much, I'm always too busy trying to do things for people. Besides, I'm so practical that I don't believe that people can really control others that way. Slavery isn't exactly legal or normal any more." she answers.

"I think a large part of your problem stems from all the confusing rules society and everybody else places on you. If you work at pleasing one person, you sometimes displease others and this keeps you frustrated. Everybody is subjected to these pressures all the time. They are ingrained in us by our parents, friends, schools, laws and the culture itself. 

There are so many conflicting demands on someone as submissive as you, that often they go through life frustrated and depressed all the time. In fact, I believe those types of conflicts are a major contributor to suicides.

That's why if you can focus on pleasing just one person who will take the responsibility of all your attention; you can become truly happy with yourself. That is very difficult to do and very few truly submissive people can achieve it even with someone who has a dominant partner trying to help them. Almost no submissives accomplish it on their own. 

That's why we're so lucky. I'm a naturally dominant person. I have a compulsion to dominate, control and possess other people as well as to protect and care for them. If I don't get my way a lot of the time, I get angry, frustrated and depressed. When I was a kid I threw tantrums. Now I just get mostly frustrated and depressed. That's why a lot of dominants become psychotic or even sociopaths. When other dominating people or even submissive ones don't do what they want because of the culture, they let their anger build and go through life unsatisfied and unhappy.

That's why the more you work to please others, the more satisfied and happy you are and the more control I have over someone, the more content and pleased I become. We have a potential symbiotic relationship which can fill both our needs.

The problem is with all those other people out there who are not as ingrained in one or the other trait or are going through life frustrated and unhappy. Society, our culture, customs, and even laws all work to restrict everyone from really displaying or expressing the dominant or submissive sides of their real selves.

If someone knocked on the door right now, I'd panic because of fear of losing you, because you're sitting there exposing yourself. See, even my mentioning it caused you to tense up with fright and embarrassment."

During Tom's lecture, Alicia had relaxed in the soft armchair and even momentarily forgot both her nudity and the sexually exposed position she was presenting. At his reference she automatically clamped her knees and legs against the chair arms holding them spread apart and even started to bring her hands down to cover herself.

"If you're stiff or getting uncomfortable, you can walk around. Try to keep your hands behind your back though if you would. If you want to exercise a little that's all right too." He tells her, "Can I get you something to drink or snack on?"

"No. I'm fine. Could I just stretch my arms a little?" she asks.

"Sure, certainly. Would you like me to rub them for you?"

"No I'm all right. It's just that I tensed up when you reminded me of, of...." She says, "Now I'm all embarrassed again."

"That's one of the biggest problems. The sexual and nudity taboos of our culture are so strong and deeply ingrained that even the slightest infraction causes irrational and repressive reactions in all of us." He continues, "Even today you'd be surprised how many married couples go through life without ever having seen each other naked. What I'm trying to do is accustom you to losing those inhibitions. When ..."

"Well," Alicia interrupts, "It looks like you've done a great job." As she determinedly folds her hands behind her neck again.

Chuckling, Tom replies, "From outward appearances, it would seem you're right. You're amazing that you've been able to do so much, but it's obvious you still feel pretty embarrassed, frightened and humiliated. I hope you can learn to become comfortable, reassured and even proud of showing, displaying and presenting yourself to me because, believe me, I really like it."

"But how can I do that? Every time I think of myself this way I feel so helpless and vulnerable and even a little scared. I don't know if I can ever get used to it, much less proud." she asks.

"Darling I can't answer that question. All I know is that you've had a lifetime of conditioning against nudity and sex. It would take months or years and maybe you would never completely be able to release all those feelings. But I can tell you this, with repetition, acclimation and deeper submission, it will become easier and the more you accept and surrender yourself, the easier it will become and the greater satisfaction and contentment you will experience."

"B-but it's so hard!" she complains.

"All life is hard. And all we can do is try to make it easier. I believe that for you, the more completely you can surrender yourself, the happier you will be?" He explains, looking at his watch, "Oh my! It's almost suppertime. Let's see if George has anything in his kitchen."

As he crosses to the stuffed chair and helps his lovely amour to her feet, he asks, "After what we've talked about, do you still think you might want to become my Slave?"

"Yes Darling, the more I think about it, the more sure I am. It's funny, but the idea of being with you and having to be naked all the time is scary, but it's exciting at the same time." She tells him.

"Would you like to try seeing a little more of what it might be like?" He asks.

"Yes I'd like that very much. When do you think we could do it?" Is her answer.

"Right now. We can start by you fixing our supper. See what George has in the fridge." leading her by the hand into the small kitchen.

Tom remains standing and watching her as she goes to the refrigerator and starts rummaging through the shelves and as she bends over to open the lower drawers, he grins and admires the nice way her bald puffy labia accents the cleft of her shapely buttocks as they shyly peek out from between her thighs. 

Disgustingly, Alicia's soft voice calls out, "It's just like a bachelor. He doesn't have anything in here but some eggs and sausage and a lot of beer with two bottles of wine. Is breakfast all right with you?"

"Sounds great!"

As she finds a frying pan and margarine, Tom gets a plate, silverware and a glass from the cupboards and places them on the small kitchen table. Turning, he sees Alicia drop a slice of butter in the pan and turn the electric burner on. Going to George's linen drawer, he pulls the large chef's apron George uses for barbeques out and hands it to the unclad girl.

"Here, you'd better put this on. You don't want to get splattered or burnt." he tells her as he helps her pull the top string over her head and steps behind her to tie the string in back. The huge apron sags on her petite body and overlaps in the back. After a couple of unsuccessful tries to wrap it snugly, Tom finally gives up and just ties it loosely. As he finishes, he slides his hand between the flaps and quickly runs a finger from her labia up to the top of her buttock cleft, before giving one buttock a quick affectionate squeeze.

As she squeals and jumps from this surprise caress, she giggles and exclaims, "Oh Lord, I look ridiculous!"

"Yes you do.", he agrees, "But then you look ridiculous in anything. As gorgeous as you are, it's a pity to have to ever cover you up. But we can't have you getting burnt."

As she blushes at the compliment and starts to crack the eggs, he walks to George's bedroom and retrieves a thick throw rug from beside the bed. Returning to the kitchen he kneels down and folds it into a double thickness beside the chair where he set the place setting. 

Watching the food sizzle, Alicia starts to think about how much she loves him and how happy the simple ordinary act of fixing supper for him makes her. The routine of the task and the comfort of the sack like apron hanging around her neck lulls her thoughts away from her earlier shame and apprehension and she almost unconsciously decides that it's fun to be playing the role of a slave.

"How many eggs do you want and how do you want them? Alicia calls over her shoulder, "You know this is the first meal I've fixed for you? I'd hoped it would be something more romantic than sausage and eggs. But then I guess I'm just a Slave and can't have everything. Isn't that right, Master?"

"That's right!" he says sharply, "One thing you can't do yet is call me Master. That has to wait until you're committed and contracted. I'll have the eggs over easy, please." as he goes to the fridge and removes one of the wine bottles.

"Yes Sir! Over easy it is.", she obeys, as she deftly flips the eggs and grabs two pieces of toast from the toaster, wondering at what he meant by committed and contracted.

Sitting at the single place setting, Tom places the bottle on the table and watches his lovely girlfriend finish the quick breakfast. As she picks up the frying pan and turns to serve the food from it she stops and seeing just the one place setting, exclaims, "Oh I'm sorry! I fixed an egg and a couple of patties for myself! Do you not want me to eat?"

"That's all right, Alicia, just put it all on this plate." he orders sharply, "And Then you can take the apron off and pour the wine."

Thinking she has done something wrong, she nervously uses the spatula to empty the skillet onto his plate. Sliding the utensils into the sink, she quickly unties the back loops of the apron and slips the top over her head and folds it on the counter. Once again nude, she picks up the toast and quickly places it on the edge of her lover's plate with the eggs and sausage.

Picking up the wine bottle, she looks at it curiously before Tom says, "Oh I'm sorry Darling! There's a corkscrew in the far left drawer."

After she retrieves the corkscrew, she awkwardly starts to poke the end into the foil top covering the bottle. Tom sits quietly watching the beautiful naked girl struggle with the unfamiliar tool and admiring the pleasant jiggling of her breasts as she tries to force the screw through the resisting foil. Finally taking pity on her, he tells her to use the sharp end of the screw or a knife to cut the foil below the lip and remove it. Then he shows her how to spread the handles and start the screw into the cork by turning the upper handle and then pull the handles down toward the bottle when the screw is fully seated to remove the cork. He smiles as she clumsily removes the cork and jumps at the soft popping sound it makes as it comes free.

"I'm sorry Darling, I've never done this before." She apologizes. 

"That's all right Honey, it's like being submissive; you'll learn and get better." He tells her with a forgiving smile.

Relieved, she then reaches across from his left side and starts pouring the wine into his glass. As she leans, she spreads her legs apart to keep a steady balance and as the glass reaches the half full point, Tom suddenly grabs her nether lips and roughly inserts his middle finger into her vagina as far as he can. The violated beauty yelps and nearly dropping the bottle splashes wine over the table all around his glass.

As the young man holds her genitals tightly with his finger still inside her, she starts to sob, "I-I'm s-so s-sorry! What did I do wrong? I'll clean it up! Oh God! Please let me clean it up."

"You know what you did wrong. You spilled the wine, among other things. I didn't think you were that clumsy!" He tells her sharply, "What happened?"