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Giving Up

By: chocolatecookie3



Anna sat at the bar, wondering if she hadn't made a mistake. She was tired of the dating game but missed having regular sex. Instead of going back to her asshole boyfriend, she decided to try an online hookup. She had been browsing the website for weeks now, but his was the first ad she had been courageous enough to respond to.

"Experienced dominant male looking for interracial fun," had been his tag line. His responses were literate and polite, and they only sent a few emails before she agreed to meet him at a local hotel.

Now, she was unsure. Control, he'd said, was a funny thing. Everyone had to have it during the day while going about their business. Some people, however, secretly craved to be moved by another person's priorities and desires. Some did it in the bedroom, some did it in every part of life.

Have you ever fantasized about someone who took your body without asking what you want? he had written. She had read some stories about women becoming slaves. She wasn't sure why it turned her on, but it did. Anna worked in a mostly male office, and during the day she had to be aggressive and in control. She wasn't a feminist, but she never let one of her coworkers get away with sexist jokes. To admit that being degraded was fulfilling her deepest desires--that was giving up control.

Now she wasn't so sure. She was dressed in her favorite little black dress, hoping it would help her be more comfortable. The dress' neckline swept across her average breasts and revealed a little on one side. The hem dipped past her creamy white thighs and accented her small frame. She was wearing low heels with her brown hair in a loose updo. On the stool she sat with her legs crossed tightly. She was fulfilling his one request before meeting.

Just as she was finishing her drink, she saw him walk in. He had sent her a face and body pic, but he was unmistakable. Tall, dark skinned, and muscular. He was beautiful. Anna had never had a special attraction to black men, but she was definitely drawn to him.

She held her glass to her lips, trying to find any remaining amount of courage as he walked over to her. He held out his hand. "James," he said. She put down her cup, wiped the sweat off, and shook his hand. "Anna," she said, her voice high and wavy.

"Are you nervous?" he asked, smiling. She nodded. "That's all right. We'll sit here for a while. Want another drink?" She shook her head, and he sat on the stool beside her. "Did you do what I asked?"

Nodding again, she grabbed her purse off the bar and pulled it into her lap. She pulled out her bikini panties, wet with her juices. When you get to the hotel, he'd written, go into the bathroom and masturbate. Take off your panties and give them to me when I arrive. She handed it to him, unsure if she should present them some kind of formal way. He simply took them and put them in his pocket.

"Thank you. How did it feel to do that?"

She shrugged. It was easy to type her desires in an email, but harder to verbalize them. "Scary. But I was really horny in the bathroom."

"Are you horny now?"

She bit her lip. "I don't know. I'm just really nervous."

"That's all right," he said again. "It's hard to give up control to someone you don't know. It's hard even when you do know them. Did you like it?" She nodded. "What did you think about?"

She blushed. "I thought about a big black man being rough with me, throwing me around and fucking me."

"Is that what you want to do tonight?" She nodded. "Do you know how far you want to go? Do you want me to hit you, or just hold you firmly?"

"I don't want you to hit me."

"Can I bite you, scratch you?" She shook her head. "What about nibbles?" She liked his suggestions and her ability to agree or disagree. He had seemed very serious, but suddenly he gave her a dazzling smile. "I think I can do that. If it's too much, you just say 'red.'"

"Ok," she said, taking a deep breath. He had told her about safe words in his email.

"Anything else you want to tell me before we go?" he asked. She shook her head. "Does someone know where you are?" She nodded. "When we get to the room, I'll give you a chance to call them and tell them what room we're in. Let's go."

Anna was sure he could hear her heart pounding as she followed him down the hall and to the room. Her hands were shaking as she texted her friend the room number. She put the phone in her purse and set it on the side table. When she looked up, James was watching her, but he wasn't smiling anymore. He could kill me, she thought. He walked to her until he was close to her--so close, she unconsciously took a step back.

"Are you still nervous?" he asked quietly. She nodded. "Are you scared?" She nodded again. She could feel blood rushing to her face and to her loins. "You've never had a man take control over you before?" She shook her head. "Don't worry, I think you'll like it." Unlike before, his tone was all but reassuring. He grabbed the back of head and kissed her. She barely had time to enjoy it before he moved on to her neck and shoulders. His big hands seemed to swallow her as he pulled her close, and she felt warmed by his body. This isn't so bad, she thought to herself.

As soon as she did, he neatly picked her up and threw her on the bed. She gasped, and her heart started racing as he climbed up over top of her. He continued kissing her, roughly grasping her breasts through her dress. His hands explored her body, rubbing and prodding. He was so big and strong, and the roughness added to her excitement. He reached down to her legs and pushed them apart. When he pushed a finger into her slit, he chuckled.

"For being nervous, you seem very turned on." She squeezed her legs around him, but he pulled away too quickly. "Let's figure out how to get you out of this dress." He flipped her over and ran his hands up her back. As he pulled the zipper down, he traced the path with his tongue. Anna shivered and lifted her ass up toward him. He lightly bit each cheek before pushing her over again. She lay below him, naked and exposed, trying to catch her breath.

"You look like a good fuck," he said. "Are you still scared?" She nodded. "It makes you horny, doesn't it? Like a good little slut." He pulled on her arms until she was sitting up. "First things first. Let's see how good you are at sucking cock. You do the honors." She reached toward his pants with trembling hands. The bulge behind the zipper was huge, taunting her. She unbuttoned and unzipped, and the member unfurled beneath his boxers. She slid those down to reveal his massive cock, dark and pulsating with energy.

"Get to work," he ordered, stripping off his shirt to reveal a muscular chest. She knew she was staring, so she closed her mouth and swallowed. Then she faced the giant member and put the tip in her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and shoved her down, pushing his cock to the back of her throat. She gagged, and he pulled her back only for a second before shoving her down again. He did this several times, and Anna gave up trying to help.

Finally he pulled her all the way up, and she gasped for air. "There's a condom on the side table," he said. "You should get me ready to fuck you." She wiped her mouth and nearly leapt off the bed when he yelled, "Hurry up!"

She grabbed it as fast as she could. She had no hope of regaining her composure as she fumbled with the package and arranged the extra long rubber on his extra long member. He was saying, "Do your friends know you're such a slut? What are they going to think when you tell them you fucked a black man? Are you going to tell them how horny he made you feel?"

When she was done, he pushed her back on the bed and kneeled over her. "You haven't even tried to fight me," he said teasingly. "Go on, try to push me off." She pushed on his stomach, and he leaned back slightly. She leaned up to push harder. When she did, he grabbed her arms, and she struggled with him before he pinned them over her head. He grinned at her. "It was a good try." She tried to smile. She felt apprehensive about what was coming next.

"Can you...be...gentle?" she asked quietly. Her arms were shaking.

He leaned over and kissed her lips. "No." With one hand he opened her legs and shoved himself inside her. Anna gasped at the sudden fullness. She pitched her hips and he hit her g spot. He held her to him and thrust in and out. She closed her eyes as an orgasm shuddered through her.

"I think you like it a little rough," he said as he flipped her on her stomach. She buried her head and moaned into a pillow as he entered her from behind, pumping into her until she was shaking all over. Her pussy was clenching and unclenching around his cock, pulling him in deeper than any man she had had before. Finally he pulled away, leaving her aching and tired. She peeked behind her and saw the sweat shimmering on his chest and his cock still hard.

"You've got such a pretty ass," he said, not sounding tired at all. "I think I'll go there next."

"No, please," Anna said with alarm. She had never done anal before. Desperately she tried to think of her safe word. "Red, please."

She felt his whole demeanor soften as he rubbed her back. "Don't want to try?" She shook her head, clutching the sheets. "Everything else ok?" She nodded. "Want to keep going?"

"Please." She felt his hand leave, and after a second, she felt a nip on her butt. She yelped, and he laughed.

"Maybe next time, sweetness," he said, and again she was on her back. He started at her neck and slowly licked his way down her body, taking a detour to suck on each nipple. He reached her sore pussy and licked up and down the lips. She reached her hips toward him, imploring him to give her release. Finally he grabbed her thighs and started slowly circling her clit with his tongue. She groaned as he brought her through another orgasm. When he let go, she rolled on her side and closed her eyes.

"I didn't say we were done," he said, pulling her back onto her back. "You've got something you still need to take care of." She looked at him through heavy eyes as his stroked himself. "Where do you want it, your mouth or your pussy?"

"My mouth." She closed her eyes and let him drag her up to sitting. Again she was facing his gigantic cock. He pulled off the condom and put both hands on the back of her head. She opened her mouth and let him in to the back of her throat. He pumped himself as he shot his cum into her mouth and on her face. He wiped of the last little bit on her tongue and pushed her back again. She fell back onto a pillow and blissfully closed her eyes. She heard him getting up and later felt a warm cloth on her face. She looked up when she felt him lie down beside her.

"Are you all right?" he asked, smiling. She smiled back and nodded. "Did you enjoy yourself?" Another nod. "Good. I did, too. We have the room for the entire night. Do you want to go home, or do you want to rest a bit and play some more?"

She grinned. "More."

"Do I have to make you beg for it?"

"Please," she said, reaching for him. He laughed and covered her up with the comforter.

"Get some rest first."

She slept peacefully, but woke up horny. The room was quiet, and she couldn't tell if he was asleep beside her or not. She stroked his arm, but he didn't stir. She reached over to his wide chest and rubbed his deep brown skin. She could feel his breath going in and out. She worked lower to the curve of his pelvis and to his cock. The tube was still huge but soft. Anna wrapped her hand around it and pumped up and down, willing him to life. His breaths deepened, but he didn't open his eyes as his member hardened. Feeling more confident, she lifted herself up and increased her speed.

Suddenly he grabbed her wrist and stopped her. "Do you want more?" he asked quietly.

"Yes," she said.

"You have to say please."

"Please?" she asked, unsure of what she was asking for.

"You'll have to do better than that."

She squeezed him and rubbed up against his arm. "Please?"

He opened his eyes and sat up. She unconsciously pulled away. "Stand up," he said, sliding out of bed past her. She followed him, feeling less confident. She saw him dig through his bag and pull out handcuffs, and her heart jumped. He motioned for her to turn around. The cold metal made her shiver as they closed around her wrists. He pressed on her shoulders until she was kneeling, and he walked around in front of her. His cock was at face level but too far away to reach.

"Do you want to fuck my cock?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yes, please."

"Say it."

"I want to fuck your cock."

"Do you want me to fuck your slutty pussy?"

She nodded. "I want you to fuck my slutty pussy."

"You're already wet for me, aren't you?"

"Yes. I want it so bad." The words seemed strange to her, but she was still turned on.

"I don't know," he said, grabbing her head and pulling her closer. "I think I like your mouth better." He forced himself inside her and she immediately gagged. He held still, and she relaxed her mouth, allowing him to fill her up. She used her tongue to stroke him, enjoying the slightly salty and musky taste. Her mouth started aching and was full of spit, but he didn't show any signs of being ready to come.

"You're a good little cocksucker, aren't you?" he asked, finally pulling away. She dropped her head, panting. She was messy and sweaty and ready to come. He walked behind her and pulled up on the handcuffs. She stumbled up and over to the edge of the bed. She lifted her hips, yearning to be filled again.

"Do you want this big black cock, slut?" he asked, somewhere behind her.

"Yes," she said.

"Say it."

"I want your big black cock."

"The better you beg for it, the harder I'm going to fuck you."

"I want your cock in my pussy. I want you to fuck me hard, please." She yelled out everything that came to mind. "I'm a slut and I want you to fuck my pussy. I'm such a dirty slut."

"You're a very dirty slut," he said, grabbing her shoulders and slamming his covered cock into her. She moaned with relief. Her legs were weak, but he supported her against the bed. "Is this what you want?" he asked as she pressed against him.

"Yes. Please fuck me. Please." He thrust into her, his balls slapping against her and fingers digging into her back.

"You're just a horny little slut, aren't you? Are you going to tell your friends how you begged for cock?"

"Yes, I will. Please," she said, writhing underneath him.

"Are you going to come all over my cock? Tell me you're just a slut who loves to be fucked."

She could only moan as the orgasm took over her whole body and mind. On the other side, she felt him still drilling onto her, the sloppy wet sounds marking his entry and exit.

"I'm going to come inside you now," he said. "Tell me you want my cum in your pussy."

"I want your cum in my pussy," she begged, feeling another orgasm spreading through her. "Please come inside me."

He fucked her faster. Finally, she felt him tighten and push even further inside her. She felt her pussy clenching around him, milking his cum out. Finally, he was finished. He held her and kissed her back, then he pulled out and lifted her up on the bed. 

He unlocked the handcuffs and she pulled them around to stretch her arms. She felt spent, burnt up and crushed like a cigarette. She had never felt so satisfied.

James returned and rubbed her back. "Is that what you wanted?" She nodded. "You're a lot of fun. I think I will keep you."

"What does that mean?" she asked.

"It means you should call me next time you're horny. Do you like women?"

"I don't know," she said. She was feeling sleepy again. She closed her eyes and snuggled up against him. He laid down and wrapped his big arms around her. She relaxed in the warm glow of pleasure.

"I'll introduce you to my wife," he said.

"She must be exhausted," she murmured.

He laughed. "We'll both make you our fuck toy. Would you like that?"

"I don't know," she said cautiously.

"We'll play a few times and you can see if you like it. The more you give up, the deeper we can go."

It was a scary thought. She had already let a stranger make her beg for him. "How far do you want to go?" she asked.

"As far as you want," he said. She didn't know where that would be. It took a lot of energy just to submit for one night. She would have to consider it later. Echoing her thoughts, he said, "We can talk about it when you're awake." He kissed the back of her neck, and she drifted back to sleep. She was happy she had decided to meet him.

Giving Up and Giving Into Innocence



The zipper at the side of the gown gave easily; the teeth separated, leaving the fabric parted and only a hint of the flesh exposed to the air. Kara bit down on her lower lip, looked at her reflection in the mirror and took several calming breaths before sliding the bodice of the dress down. The material slowly gathered at her feet. Silk, satin, lace, beads, crystals, and other various glimmering fabrics and gems, lay in a clump as she stepped free of the thousand dollar ensemble. 

Her shoes, had been discarded upon entering the spacious hotel bathroom and soon they along with the dress were taken up by trembling hands and placed in a small closet. Bird seed bounced along the cool vinyl floor, some becoming trapped in the crevices of the floral pattern. Her brow furrowed as she thought of how frustrating it would be when housekeeping had to come in the morning and clean up after her, but she knew they would understand, once they saw the dress and Brad's tuxedo. Her cheeks turned three shades of red when she thought of what else the staff would think. The evidence of her youth would also proclaim what had transpired between her and her husband. 

Kara heard the sound of Brad shuffling about just outside the door. She wondered if he were as nervous as she was; she doubted it. Men were never as nervous as women when it came to these things. 

Brad sat on the edge of the bed. His stomach churned; his legs felt weak and his heart beat loud enough to signal a neighboring country that he was about to deflower a virgin. It had been awhile since he'd slept with someone as innocent to sex as Kara was. He hadn't been with a score of women, but he had been with enough to know that she was special. Hell, he had married her. 

He pulled the loosened tie even further from his neck allowing more room for him to breathe. A mental chastising soon followed as he told himself to act like an adult, not some lovesick pup. He was twenty-three for God's sake and Kara, was twenty. Granted, she'd grown up home-schooled and pretty much cut off from what he would deem normal society, but she knew about sex, and how things were supposed to go together. 

The sound of the television playing in the background, worked to interrupt his thoughts. Brad knew it had been foolish to turn on the flat screen, but he'd done it out of habit, something to ease the stress. They had talked back and forth about how to approach this first night. Should they go out for dinner, catch a movie, go for a walk? He'd been more than willing, almost insistent on choosing one, if not all three of the activities, but Kara had won the argument. Brad chuckled to himself; his friends would call him an idiot for trying to prolong this moment with his new wife and slap her on the back for forcing her hand. She was after all holding all the cards in this particular game of life. 

A quiet whooshing sound filled the room. Brad looked up and saw Kara step out of the bathroom. He reached over to press the remote control for the TV, hoping to shut it off. Unbeknownst to him he only muted the sound. The chaos of the evening news still played as he stood up and took in the sight of the woman before him. 

Kara blushed as her husband's gaze drifted lazily over her body. She stood there, her knees trembling and her hands busily playing with the strings of the lace nightgown she now wore. The material was white; lace covered her chest; tiny straps held the thin fabric up, allowing her to keep her attributes to herself for just a bit longer. Her stomach, hips, and thighs were covered by a flimsy wisp of white, small beads littered the bottom in some sort of design that Brad could not distinguish from the beauty that was Kara. 

He wished then that he had taken the time to dress for her. Yet, he had been weak, lost in thought and consumed with desire that he'd kept contained for months. Now he was covered in cotton and linen. A black tuxedo jacket had been removed when he walked in, but he'd not yet bothered to take off his shoes, pants, vest, or shirt. He stood there shielded from her, while she displayed so much. He reached up and finished removing his tie, and then took off his vest. It was after tossing it to the side of the bed, allowing it to fall in a disheveled clump that he realized he'd not yet spoken a word to her. Clearing his throat Brad turned back, faced the creature before him and whispered how beautiful she looked. 

The distance between them was minimal, but it seemed to take a lifetime for Brad to close it. He touched her face, traced the line of her jaw, cupped her chin and pulled her toward him. Their lips touched and though they had kissed a thousand times before, for Kara it felt as if it were the first time. Her belly tightened and her pulse raced. While she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to dance along side hers, she placed one hand on his hip and the other on his chest. The pounding of his heart was felt easily beneath her touch. She smiled against his lips, realizing that he too was nervous as she. 

A warm puff of breath slipped from Brad's lips as he moved away to leave small kisses on her neck. One of his hands moved to glide to the back of her head; his fingers tangled in the curls that had been heavily coated with spray and styling products. He did his best to not pull on the tendrils as he turned her head and sucked softly on the smooth flesh. A small red mark would later color, proving to all that she was his. He moved his mouth further up; his teeth tugged her ear lope, while another hand moved to slide down her arm, then across to settle on her hip. 

They moved slowly, each one taking a moment to relish the sounds the other made. Kara took note of the soft groans that came from Brad's throat and the rumbling in his chest when she began to unbutton his shirt. Her fingers toyed with the undershirt that he'd wore. Curls of chest hair peeked out of the collar; those she teased with her nails. 

Brad stepped back, pulled off his buttoned shirt, and then lifted the thin cotton one away, leaving himself shirtless. He watched Kara's gaze move from his face to his chest. She reached out and touched his nipple. A shot of heat skated from the center point, down to his groin. His cock jerked in response; the desire to be free of the constraining formal wear was unnerving. After a long deep breath he reached down and released the button on his pants. 

Kara bit down on her lower lip. "Let me," she said. 

His lips formed in a long "O" as he dropped his hands. Breath, held tight in his lungs, was expelled. She slipped one hand down the full length of his crotch; he saw the redness of her cheeks and knew she was embarrassed by her actions, but also that this was something she wanted to do. Kara had told him that she'd read books, looked at pictures, and had even gone to her older sister to learn about what was expected of her. Brad had told her that he didn't expect anything and whatever she wanted to do for their first time was entirely up to her. He wouldn't pressure her into anything, and if she wanted to back out, to wait until later, he was okay with that as well. Since Kara came into his life Brad had become a different man, more gentle and understanding, willing to change in order to ease his sheltered wife into a blissful life. His friends had called him "whipped" - he countered with "in love" and "grown up". 

As Kara slid her hand over her husband's arousal, she blinked away the nervousness she felt; calming breaths were taken in as she eased the zipper down and opened the material of his slacks. Dark boxers barely kept the engorged flesh of his shaft contained. She felt the head, visualized it with the help of the photos she'd looked at with her sister. She licked her lips, imagining what his cock would look like. Timidly she reached into the slit of the fabric and wrapped her hand around the hard flesh. Instantly Brad's body responded. 

His chest grumbled. His stomach tightened and his cock throbbed and jerked toward her. Kara continued to torment her lower lip with her teeth as she ran her hand up and then down the thick rod. Her sister had told her to be firm, but not aggressive to move slowly at first, opening her hand slightly allowing a soft friction and then closing it more tightly to stroke the veins and tissue that were covered in soft skin. 

Brad allowed himself to simply bask in the newness that assailed him - the virgin touch of a young woman, who had not ever experienced freedom with a man's body. He felt a moment of guilt rush through him as he recalled some of his past relationships. He wished that he could erase his past and come to Kara with the innocence she was giving him. Her fingers rolled over the head of his cock and stilled when the pads of her digits came in contact with the pre cum that had beaded out of the tip. He watched her brow furrow; dawning quickly followed. His cock was eased out of the boxers and for the first time Kara looked at his dick. 

She stared at it in wonder, almost like a child with a new toy. He wrapped his hand around hers and showed her what he liked. Kara was a quick study, allowing him the opportunity while at the same time growing more adventurous. She stepped up, and reached in with her other hand. Once again she heard her sister's words and carefully began to caress the soft sack that kept his balls safe. She rolled the spheres between her fingers and kept them tucked away, until Brad asked her to let him go. Kara did so, curious as to what was going to happen next. 

Her chest rose and fell in nervous excitement as Brad stepped back; his shoes, pants, socks, and boxers were soon discarded. The playing field was still not level. He stood there naked. His cock swollen and hungry for his wife. His chest pounding with need. His fingers were clenched into tight fists as he stood there waiting to see what Kara would do. 

There was a moment of hesitation in her face, which he saw, but said nothing about. She knew she held the power; he had made sure she understood that from the beginning. Kara took a moment to calm her thoughts and focus on what she wanted to happen next. Her hands moved to her gown and she undid the strings at the bodice. Her breasts were tight and heavy; both nipples were hard and swollen. The skin was sensitive to the touch of the fabric as it moved across her skin. She pushed the panels of lace away, allowing Brad the opportunity to see what she'd been hiding under sweaters, blouses and jackets. 

She cleared her throat when he whispered again words that told of her beauty. "I love you," he added, as she licked her lips and began to lift the gossamer fabric away. 

Time seemed to stop as each one of them looked upon the other. Brad saw the ivory skin of his wife; the pink nipples of her breasts, the trimmed hairs of her sex and the long lean legs that would soon be wrapped around him. It took a lifetime for him to breathe as she stood there, waiting for some sign that he was pleased. Words were spoken, but the sound of them were lost and would not be found – ever. Kara was deaf to whatever sounds were fluttering about the room; she moved closer and at the same time they reached out to one another. 

"Wow," Brad said before he kissed her. Her smile was lost in the touch of their mouths meeting. Their tongues again were dancing with each other. The muscles slid in and out, curling and rolling, as their naked bodies pressed together. 

The curly hairs of Brad's chest tickled and scratched at Kara's breasts. Her nipples ached and unknowingly she rubbed herself harder into him. Brad's hands moved up and down her back, cupped the back of her head, then moved to slide along the back of her ass. He pulled her up and gathered her into his arms. "Wrap your legs around my hips," he told her. She did so and soon he was carrying her over to the bed. 

When they reached the side, he lowered her to the soft coverings and pressed kisses to her forehead, before covering her lips again with his. The kiss was harder, filled with more pressure and hotter desire. Moans of want and arousal bubbled up from both of them as he guided her back to the mattress; soon Kara lay on her back, her hands moving to cover her chest and sex. Brad allowed her to hide what she wanted, but knew eventually she would forget about shielding herself from him. 

The mattress sagged as she settled herself on the bed. She watched her husband move so he could position himself slightly above her. His mouth came down and she kissed him. It was a quick kiss; soon he was gone. His lips moved away from hers. Brad began to lick and touch her shoulders with his tongue and teeth. He then moved to her collar bone and down to the dip between her breasts. She felt his hands moving along her ribcage; her body shifted slightly at the touch that caused a quick tickle to dance up her spine. He apologized and she giggled, before she stilled. His mouth lay against the curve of her right breast. 

Brad nuzzled her fingers; kissed the tips and slowly used his mouth and nose to coax away the palm of her hand. He licked around the edge of her nipple, teasing the ridged flesh that had grown tight. The hard nub, was soon encased between his lips; its tip bathed by the gentle swishing of his tongue. He heard her gasp. The sound was all the encouragement he needed. He opened his mouth and took a more knowing hold on the delicate flesh. The suckling motion was one that alternated between gentle and aggressive. He learned what she liked; listened to the sounds she made and felt the way her body responded. 

Kara wasn't sure what to say or do as her husband lavished her with attention. Her hands fell away; her arms felt like lead. She lay there trying to catch her breath as Brad moved from one tit to the other. He licked, bit, and kissed his way around both globes, until she was writhing. He told her how delicious her skin was and how much he loved her and wanted her. She took a deep breath and caught the musky scent of her sex. Another blush of pink covered her skin. Her body felt hot and yet she shivered at the touch of her husband's hand moving down to the soft curls of her pussy. 

She taken great care in trimming away the thick curls of her sex. Her sister had told her she could either keep the curls, trim them, or do away with them completely. She'd chosen to keep a small patch, not knowing what Brad would prefer. It was a topic she hadn't covered with him. She promised to ask him later --- much later, right now she had to focus on breathing. 

Brad moved slowly down the length of Kara's body. He took time exploring her skin, touching her with his fingertips, his nails, and the tip of his nose. When he reached her belly button he made sure to tease the center, making his wife giggle and push at him with her palms. She pushed downward, an unspoken need sending signals to her body to force his actions. 

He looked up, caught her gaze and drifted down the final inches it took to reach the top of her sex. The look she sent him was mixed and he couldn't truly read them; he chose instead to look at the soft tendrils that curled against her skin. A sigh fell from her lips – relief perhaps – he wondered, but didn't ask. Instead Brad began to kiss the top of her pussy, then the lips. He dipped his tongue against the hooded flesh, rolled it back and forth, then lapped slowly at the inner skin. 

"Oh God," Kara whispered. Her legs fell apart, giving him another inch or two of space. He told her again how wonderful she tasted. His tongue moved further down, toying with the hole and seeking some of the moisture that was pooling at the edge. He drank what she offered and dove in for more. 

The initial invasion of Brad's mouth on her pussy made goosebumps rise up and cover Kara's skin. Instinctively her hips rolled forward and she offered her body to her husband. She felt one of Brad's hands slide under her ass, while the other slipped over her pussy and opened her. Her body bucked upward as he pushed his tongue deeper into her sex. In and out the muscle moved, coaxing more fluids from her. She felt sloppy and overly aroused. Concern flooded her mind. Perhaps the moistness would be more than normal. She worried and fretted, but soon words of adoration spoken by him finally reached her brain and she calmed. 

He slipped one finger into the tight entrance and began to slowly fuck her. Curling the tip of his digit, allowed him to scratch at the fleshy wall and tease the ridges of flesh that were blanketed with juice. Brad dined on the virgin mound, embracing the scent that coated him whenever he came up for air. She was slick, hot, delicious, and more than enough woman for him. He devoured her, gently at first, but soon her thrashing drove him to act more vigorously. Her name was ripped from his chest. His cock demanded attention and he knew she was begging for something more, something deeper that only he could provide.

Brad was not ignorant to the fact that he knew once he left the apex of her sex and covered her body with his, that Kara would become still and frozen with both apprehension and curiousness. He moved swiftly, but not so fast as to cause fear to rear its ugly head. 

"Ready baby?" he asked. His cock was held firmly in his hand. His breath was lodged in his throat. Brad waited for her to grant him permission to take the one gift she had to offer him at that moment. 

"Yes," she told him; her voice was shaky and her face paled slightly. He smiled, covered her mouth with his and kissed her while pushing his dick into the tight channel of her sex. 

Kara's body stiffened at the penetration of her husband's cock and the scent and taste of her pussy's juices. The fullness of his member was lost as were the examinations her taste buds and senses wanted to dwell on. A small knowing prick of pain seemed to swell up inside her. He pushed deeper; she winced, and bit down on the inside of her mouth, but only nodded her head yes when he asked if she was okay. The length and girth of his rod seemed to complete her as he settled against her. She held him; her arms were wrapped around his back. Her legs tangled with his and she kept him still with the slightest touch of her hands on his shoulders. 

Brad wanted to move. His whole being told him to pound away on the delicate woman that lay beneath him; he waited until he felt her shift and slowly relax. The tenderness was still there; he could see it on her face, but he also knew that with practice came perfection and the tenderness would subside until eventually it would disappear. 

He eased a few inches out, then slipped back in, allowing her to adjust herself when she felt the need. In time his pace quickened. He heard her moan and grunt in approval. Brad felt his balls tightened and cursed that he would come too soon. He knew for her it would take more time to experience the same explosion of release that he was about to receive. As his cum shot out, coating his better half with slick hot cream, he promised he'd make sure she found heaven sometime that evening. 

Kara wasn't sure if Brad was finished or not. She lay there while his breathing pattern changed and his words became more intelligible. Her sister had told her that her first time would border between bliss and frustration, but the more she and Brad did "it" the more she would be able to experience joy and pleasure. She even promised that soon she'd be screaming his name and cursing him at the same time. Kara had doubted it, but now as she lay under her husband who was dragging in deep gulps of air, she wondered how true her words had been. 

When Brad moved away, his cock fell against her thigh. She looked down and apologized for the mess. He shook his head and told her there was nothing wrong. As he disappeared into the bathroom, she quickly looked around for something to wipe herself off with. Blood and moisture from her sex, along with the semen from her husband slipped down her thigh. The sound of the tap water running in the sink made her smile. Brad soon appeared with a wet wash cloth and a towel in his hand. He wiped at the proof of her innocence, then left again to take care of himself. When he returned Kara had removed the top cover from the bed and laid back the remaining linens. She climbed in and welcomed him into her arms. 




Giving Up Ass to Get Ahead



I know there is a time to stop... a time when your brain has to overrule with a "no" whatever part of you that is saying "yes" when it shouldn't be. I knew tonight was one of those times, but I promise you if you had been with my wife for the last 6 years... seeing what I saw so fucking often it would make your head explode... you'd understand why I just... let things keep going.

See, my wife is a beautiful mixed black woman. She's got the tits and ass you could expect from a "sista" but with her Asian eyes and lighter skin... Lips that say "stick a dick in me" and an ass that says "bend me over a table, because that's how God drew me up."

My wife knew she had a nice body... she loved to show it off. She would wear the tightest tops, the shortest skirts... the thinnest thongs. She was ok with nudity... she had flashed some of our friends at our pool on several occasions... she would wear see-through tops when we'd go out, or only bras and jackets, with the jacket coming off quickly when she got too hot from dancing... and she would let guys look. She wanted them to look. She'd even kiss a guy a little bit when she got drunk.

But that's where it stopped. I could want her to bend over and drop her panties and just take one of these horny fuckers, but it never happened. Never. Maybe they were scared of me (12 years US Marine Corps. You'd be scared of me too), or maybe they were scared of her... she's fine, and confident... but tonight, I was sure she was WELL drunk. Drunker than usual... drunker than speaking, and thinking, and saying "yes" and "no" required.

We were in a club we had been to many times before... we knew the owners a little and as we had become somewhat regular there, they began sending us back to one of the back "coves" of the club—kind of a private room, but not really... just back where the VIPs were. Separate bar... separate clients. My wife was in a see-through tight mesh top, and though she came with a bra underneath when we arrived, she had taken it off in the ladies room so that a guy from her office could see her tits. I'm not guessing this part, she told me exactly why she was doing it... she wanted to let that guy see the goods, and to see if he would help her any at work.

They danced together... a lot... after she lost her bra, and I enjoyed watching from a table on the other side of the cove as he stared constantly at her tits for like... an hour. They danced and drank, and danced some more... but then some other customers took interest and things began to get crowded around her. Of course she loved the attention, and with every extra shot she did, she became amazingly less inhibited. When one of the guys suggested to her coworker that he remove her mesh top for her—he looked around for approval, and when she didn't say anything, he put his hands on her and did it.

Her top button... her second button... then her tits were out... completely... and he finished the last two and just let her dance with her top open. She put her arms behind her head and really stuck her beautiful big boobs out so all of the guys in the cove could see them. All of the guys who knew she was my wife were sitting in my booth with me... which left everyone else thinking she was some hot to trot half Asian / half black sex bomb looking to get fucked. Honestly, it was never me who saved her from herself... she always managed to pull through it... but I could tell the amount of alcohol in her had her on the ropes. My fantasy might happen tonight and all I had to do was... nothing.

My wife's coworker started to get a little miffed when some of the other guys began buying her drinks and touching her and stuff, so he gathered her in his arm and took her to a two person booth across from where I was sitting, but in relative seclusion. At the other two-seat table next to them, a guy and his date were busy making out, and he had her top up, so it was clear certain activities were tolerated at this club, so he ordered another round of drinks and began whispering into my wife's ear.

Before I knew it, my wife was being kissed by this guy—albeit nervously—and after a few more minutes, he had my wife's see-through mesh top completely open as they kissed. While he started off very tentative... something she had said, or some hints she was giving him with her mannerisms told him, he could go farther... and soon they guy was openly fondling my wife's titties in their dark, recessed love-seat. Soon his mouth was on them... then I could tell he was after something.

My buddies were telling me, "Dude, you gotta do something... he's making a move, man... he's gonna fuck her right here!"

A couple in the far left corner of the room was very obviously, very noisily fucking—it was clear that was ok... And one chick on the dance floor wasn't dancing anymore—she was on her knees in front of her date, and he was doing the horizontal shuffle in and out of her mouth—but I still didn't think my wife would do it. I had seen her in worse situations giving up nothing at all. But I did think my buddy was right—this guy was going to go for it... and tonight he might actually get it.

But as quickly as things looked up for my man there... things came crashing down as they usually do. He had gone through the process of laying her head in his lap and no doubt opening his fly—I could see he was trying to make my wife suck his dick—but she still "had her dance on" and wasn't ready for it. While I'm sure he actually got his dick in my wife's mouth—he had both hands clinched in her hair—her head was going up and down in his lap—his head was cocked back in that look of ecstasy you get when you're getting awesome head... but she only sucked him for maybe five minutes—and then my wife was up, out of his lap, and dancing "drunkly" on the dance floor.

The club owner came over and told me I should get her out of there or else a riot might break out—or a gang bang—but I told him I'd pay for any damage from a riot, and a gang bang would be up to my wife. He just laughed and walked away—but my wife was quickly surrounded by two other guys and her office colleague and they wasted no time trying to get more out of her. She made out with one of the guys at a time while another would grab or play with her tits, while the other was rubbing his hands underneath her skirt. They would take turns switching off, and finally they had more or less maneuvered her into a corner of the cove by themselves and had gotten her to her knees.

I was sure this time it was for real—and the look on her coworker's face let me know it for sure. His pants her down at his ankles, and another guy was directly behind my wife holding her by the back of her head—literally pushing her forward on her coworker's cock. He was pumping his dick into her mouth and was loving every second of it—as was I. I couldn't believe my fantasy of watching my wife go too far was finally coming true, but as surely as I sat there in the shadows, Brianna had another guy's cock pistoning in and out of her mouth.

"These dudes with her aren't going to settle for the BJ" my friend told me... Brianna and I didn't spend a lot of time at this club—we had been there, but it's not like we knew all the regulars—and things were definitely more wide open in the cove than in the main club, but I didn't feel worried. My friend was much more familiar with goings on, though, and he leaned in and told me, "I'm serious dude... after they get their dicks sucked, they're going for her ass... and they'll try to get her fucked by as many guys as they can to keep her engaged. That's how they do it. The chick thinks she's entertaining the crowd... putting on a show—and one of these guys moves to her ass. She won't stop them, and even if she tries, they'll just keep going and ask her if she wants to ruin the party or not. I'm telling you she's gonna get it up her ass—a lot—if you don't stop this soon."

"Don't worry..." I told my friend, "she'll put an end to it if they try to stick it up her ass. She almost never does it for me, and she'd never let those guys have their fun that way." I replied.

"You don't get it dude... they'll let her say no if she tries... then they'll bring her a drink. Your wife is minutes away from getting fucked in her ass—willingly... or not."

The brain part of me said to trust my friend and go pull my wife away... but some fucked up part of me said to let it go a little farther... that she'd be pissed if I ruined her thing with her coworker...

"I hope you get a piece of her ass, then." I told my buddy. "It's not often used."

He just smiled at me and said, "I will. And I warned you. Let's go get a closer look."

We walked over to a table about two tables away from where they had my wife on her knees and I have to admit... I was so turned on by watching her sucking this guy she worked with that I had a huge, raging erection. I started thinking about what these guys could possibly do to get my wife to agree to anal sex and I prayed it would really happen. One thing my wife could do was suck cock, and she was leaving it all out there in her quest to blow her coworker's mind. He held out for a long time, considering, no doubt aided by the amount of alcohol he had consumed, but eventually he began groaning and jerking and holding her head smashed against his pelvis—which let me know he was shooting off deeply—and hard—into my wife's mouth and throat.

"He wants to fuck you." One of the guys said to my wife.

My wife smiled and said, "of course he does! But he just came, so I don't see that happening!"

The guy who had been holding her down on her coworker's cock turned her to face him and tapped her mouth with his semi-hard cock.

"Time for me, baby. Open up." He said to her.

My wife reluctantly complied—I could see that she didn't really want to suck this guy as much as she did want to suck her coworker, but she opened her mouth to him anyway. His friend came up to her and rubbed her pussy and ass through her tiny thong, exposing her ass to her spent coworker who sat on the couch in front of the table next to them catching his breath and watching the show.

He lifted my wife from her knees to a standing, bent at the hips position, while the guy in her mouth held her on his cock and then as she got tired he said, "here, lean over this—it will support you easily and make this a lot more enjoyable for us all."

At that point I understood the plan... my wife was now bent over a small round table—her ass sticking up in the air on one side, and her head bent over the other, being facefucked while her feet were being tied together in front of the table so she could not move. But my wife only knew she was a bit more comfortable sucking the guy in front of her because she could put her weight on the table.

"It's coming soon." My buddy told me, and like clockwork the other guy moved in front of my wife and asked her to suck him off too.

My wife took turns on the two men until one of them went behind her and slipped her skirt and panties to her ankles saying, "Your boyfriend is ready to fuck you now."

I saw her looking over at her coworker, who was sporting an impressive rejuvenated erection and she just said in a bit of a confused voice--"Oh... uh... cool."

Cool? My wife was going to let someone fuck her? After all the flirting and teasing and cock-blocking of her past, she was just going to roll with it with a "Cool?"

That's when one guy kneeled close in to whisper something in her ear while the other guy shoved his huge cock deeply into her throat so she couldn't answer.

"You told me you wanted to fuck her in the ass... friend, she's ready for you." The guy said to my wife's coworker as he fingered a bit of sex lube into my wife's anus.

"Your ass looks so so tight, Brianna!" the guy said as he stepped up behind her. My wife looked questioningly up at the guy fucking her mouth and her eyes bulged when her coworker began pushing against her tight back door.

"That's right baby... this is what you came for isn't it? You and your boyfriend wanted to get hot and have a party, right? He told me you brought him here as a favor... don't spoil the party, baby... let's keep it going ok?"

My wife just steadied her breathing as the guy slid in and out of her mouth and the guy she worked with began pushing his slippery hard cock into her asshole.

"I can't fucking believe it." I said.

"I told you man, these guys are pros... You do realize I'm going to fuck your wife in her tight black ass don't you?" my buddy asked me.

I looked at him and realized there was no stopping it and that I'd better be on board. Fuck it. I was on board. This was the hottest thing I had ever seen. My wife might not even realize she's tied up yet—and that she's willingly letting a guy from her office push his dick up her seldom-used ass!

He started fairly gently... but as he got comfortable inside my wife's ass, he picked up the pace steadily, until after a few minutes he was pounding her from behind just as if he was inside her pussy. The big dicked dude in her mouth held her down as he began shooting off inside her throat and I heard her moaning her way through an obvious flood of semen she was forced to swallow.

"Oh... fuck... Robert—I.... I never—I don't do anal!" she managed to say to her coworker while he fucked her and the first guy withdrew.

"You do tonight!" he said to her as he held her big boobs while bent over her back buttfucking her.

"Oh Goddddddd... noooooooo." She moaned to him.

"I know you want it, slut... and you need me, so keep taking it like a good whore." he said to her with frightening confidence.

She wasn't offered a rebuttal as the first guy's friend stepped in front of her and fed his equally impressive cock to her and began face-fucking her while her coworker, Robert, fucked her in the ass from behind.

Several other guys had gathered near my wife's table—noticed that she was tied to it and was being DP'd in her mouth and ass, and knew they would be getting turns soon. True to form, my buddy who tried to get me to cut things off was the very next in line—taking turns with the guy in her mouth as she began sucking him to hardness.

"Oh God... you're such a hot little butt slut!" her coworker, Robert said as he obviously neared his second orgasm of the day.

"Bring it around here and cum in her mouth when you're ready dude." my friend said to Robert.

"Oh fuck... Oh fuck... oh Brianna take it... take it baby... take me up your tight fucking ass! You fucking ass slut... Fucking take my cock you bitch!" Robert said as he finally pulled out of my wife's overstretched asshole and moved quickly in front of her. By luck only, he managed to shoot his first thick rope of cum straight into my wife's gaping mouth as my buddy had just pulled out when he saw Robert getting ready. He slammed his spasming cock into her mouth for the rest of his cumshots, gagging her several times with violent throat-stabbing, while my buddy greased his cock up to stick in her back door.

It all worked like clockwork... One guy would come out of her mouth and quickly be replaced by another... one guy would pull out of her ass, and someone would quickly slide in there too. She was never allowed to say much, or protest, or do anything at all-except get fucked, suck dicks, and swallow cum. Two guys after my buddy I finally got up behind her and took my own turn in her ass. I don't know if she ever knew or cared that it was me—she just lay there and took it like a whore. An immobilized, oversexed fuckslut.

Mind you, she was not having a good time. Rather, she was resigned to her fate—and as predicted—wanted to keep up appearances for "the party" as the rest of the guys clearly were having a great time. So she just stood there, bent over and tied to the table, taking it in the ass and mouth until about 6 guys had been served—a couple twice—and my friend, the club owner came over to break things up.

But not before taking his turn.

"Hey Brianna—what a night! You were some hot slut tonight!" he said to my wife as he untied her and laid her on the couch next to himself.

"You can say that again..."my wife said with a sigh of relief.

"Up for one more? I've been watching you all night and really want you right now if you're still up for it."

"Sure, Rey, but can we just fuck? My mouth is so sore I don't think I could suck a coke through a straw right now, much less somebody's cock." my wife replied.

"Why don't you turn around and face the wall—I need a piece of that ass everyone's been getting." Reynaldo said as he moved up behind my exhausted wife.

My wife moaned as Rey pushed her against the mirrored wall and slid his cock deep into her asshole. He didn't use any lube at all—because my wife's ass was well lubed by now from all the others—and it made her ass perfect and tight but very usable. He kissed the back of her neck and played with her tits as he buttfucked her from behind—and he kept a tight grip on her by a fistful of her hair while he whispered dirty thoughts into her ears.

"I'm fucking you in the ass, you slut... you like it? You know your husband is right there watching me nail you up your ass? Do you think he likes watching me buttfuck you? You know he does... I know it... He sat right over there and watched as those guys tied you down and had their way with you... you didn't even have a choice... they tied you to this table and lubed you up and used you like a fuckdoll. You slut... You can come get fucked in the ass all you want here, baby... I'll reserve this table just for you if you want... just call me... I'll get guys to treat you like the fucking whore you are."

The whole time he buttfucked her he said shit like that to her directly into her ear—death-grip in her hair—body pressing hers against the wall. Finally, unlike the other dudes, he simply released himself inside her asshole. He came and filled her butt with so much cum—he had to be pent up for hours watching all the horny sluts in his "cove" tonight—that it poured straight out of her overused ass and down her legs when he withdrew.

Her coworker Robert asked to take her home but she waved him off saying that she had a ride and that she'd see him in the office tomorrow. She showered in Rey's employee showers where I'm pretty sure one of the cooks and a busboy fucked her quickly while I waited outside, and we went home.

My wife passed out on the way home that night, and had only bits of broken memories the next day when she awoke with one of the worst hangovers of her life. After a few hours of worshipping the porcelain god, she tried to apologize to me for whatever happened, but wasn't real sure what that actually was.

When I showed her the pictures and video clips I'd snapped with my camera phone—especially of her sucking off her coworker and swallowing his load (nice video, btw) and of her getting it in the ass from him while a complete stranger fucked her mouth, she began apologizing like crazy to me.

I did my best to let her know that I wasn't upset—but couldn't act like I just played along with it too easily or else that could turn things slightly bad for me too. So I let her apologize and then I showed her all the evidence of the night before, and how she had become a total fuckdoll for the guys in the cove.

"How am I going to face him?!" She asked me.

"Your coworker?" I asked.

"Duh!! of course Robert! Those other guys I'll never see again... but Shit—I gotta go to work soon!" she lamented.

"Well I thought the whole thing was to get him to do something for you?--that's what you told me to 'watch' for." I replied.

"Well it was only supposed to be a tease... shit... I wanted him to see my titties and think he had a chance at something else if he helped me. But he's fucking done everything to me already! FUCK! If you've got camera-phone pics of it all... SHIT! He might too!" my wife worried.




Giving Up Ass to Get Ahead



"Well it's not a complete loss... I mean—yeah, maybe you went too far if your idea was to get him begging for it... but look at it this way. Now that he's had it, you can always dangle 'getting it again' in front of him for the same result. You think he wouldn't want a second trip down your Hershey highway?" I asked.

"Are you telling me I have to take this guy in my ass every time I want something at work!?" my wife asked incredulously.

"No, of course not... you just need to dangle it out there as a possibility!" I replied.

"I know I'll have to give in sometimes... there's no way I can keep him chasing forever, or he'll become resentful and go from being helpful, to some kind of nightmare." my wife replied.

"Then you can just explain you got too drunk, it was one and done—bad judgment and move on. Don't try to use it... and just... you know... lesson learned." I said.

"But you just watched all those guys fucking me? You liked it, you perv!" my wife said to me. "You've been asking me to go farther with someone and you sure got it alright!"

"Brianna... I... I have to admit... it was really fucking hot." I admitted.

"Oh God... my head! I can't believe I gotta go to see that guy now!" my wife said to me.

When my wife returned home from work that night I asked her how her night went and she drank a glass of orange juice, then told me.

"Well, of course it went exactly as you can imagine... When we went into the reagent closet to get materials for our lab, he cornered me and asked if I'd suck his dick right there."

I hadn't really counted on my wife getting fucked or anything away from me, so I was a bit concerned, and simply asked her, "and?"

"Well I was stupid about it... I said I couldn't because of the cameras." She replied.

"Well that sounds good... what was the problem?" I asked.

"Well the problem is I should have just done what you said and not tried to make any excuses." She said to me.

"I uh... I don't get you." I said.

"He had already thought of that, honey... There are cameras all around our lab. But not in the reagent locker. It's a completely sealed, windowless room—we're the only two with cardkey access, and there's nothing wrong with us spending minutes or hours in that room." she replied.

"You mean?" I asked.

"I had to. I didn't know what else to do!" my wife said to me.

"whoa." I replied.

"Whoa? Whoa is me! He thinks I'm some kind of anal queen or something. You know I never do anal, but I guess with that much alcohol in me anything was possible... The problem is—I had no alcohol in me at all, and he wanted some ass!" my wife said.

"Wow..." I said.

"You bastard!" My wife said as she laughed a bit. My wife realized I was actually turned on waiting for her to tell me what happened. It was true, too—I was!

"Well?!" I asked with a laugh.

"Please honey, promise me you won't be mad!" She said to me as I crossed my heart. "Ok, so... so he told me it was okay because there were no cameras in the reagent locker and being the only lab techs on the shift that night, we were free and clear for whatever we wanted. I tried to talk my way out of it, but he said he knew I needed his help on the Kx2 testing and he'd be happy to help me if I 'just took it like a good girl.' What was I supposed to do? I thought if I sucked him off really well I could tire him out and move on, but actually it was the worst thing I could do."

"Ahhhhhhh." I said, thinking I knew what my wife was getting at.

"That's right—staying power. So anyway... I tried to act all sexy for him... I stripped for him... I knelt at his feet... I gave him my best deep lips and fist-pumping blowjob... I let him cum all over my face and into my mouth... and he told me to just keep going after he shot off in me and I couldn't believe it, but he didn't lose his erection! That's when he told me to turn around and face the table and hold onto it and not to look back. I thought it was just a power trip or something, so I tried to comply with him to get him horny and get it over with."

"Camera?"

"Camera."

"Guy's a master."

"So anyway... before I realize what's going on he's probably got 10 or 20 pictures of me fully framed up from behind and with my face clear in mirrors throughout the lab, but of course I'm not really looking at him... but you can see it's me. He gets a few close-ups of my ass and pussy, and then of his finger going into my butt, and then his own cock halfway pushing into my ass but not really going in—but I'm sure you can't tell that from his pictures. Finally, I see him looking through his camera as he tries pushing into my back door and I freak out. Of course he threatens me, saying, he's already got all the pictures he needs to make things hard on me, and he suggests instead that I pose for him and he'll give the pictures up after the Kx2 project is done."

"So naturally, you accept his offer." I said.

"What could I do?" she asked me.

"So he gets nice pics of your tits, your body..."

"His cock in my mouth, his cock, balls-deep in my mouth, his cock in my pussy, and of course, let us not forget, his cock in my tight, un-alcohol-plied ass. Which he fucked. And fucked. And fucked. He made me ride him... he made me lie down while he road me... he had me stand, kneel, and lifted my one leg like a gymnast... I've never been in so much pain before from weird sexual positions... he must have lived out every fantasy he's ever had about a woman's ass, because we stayed in that goddamn locker for nearly 3 hours starting and stopping... he came maybe 4 times? no... 5 times... like he was a college kid or something... He had to be doing Viagra or something, because that motherfucker stayed hard the whole goddamn time." my wife told me.

"Videoed coming in your mouth I'm guessing?"

"All four times. Once up my butt." she said.

"Honey... do you need me to fix this for you? Because otherwise you are going to be the poster queen for "ex gf cumshot videos" on the web... and he's going to ruin anal for ME." I said.

"I could give a shit about pictures of me on the internet... but I don't want him fucking things up for you. You think you can?" my wife asked me.

"Leave him to me. I will deal with him myself." I replied.



Giving Up Control



It always seems to happen this way. We go out dancing and I always come home alone. Looking over in the mirror I think, It's not like I'm bad looking, average maybe. Not the best in facial features but damn sure not the worst. 

Dark hair to mid back, small frame, full lips, eyes still smoldering with desire. Turning sideways I run my hands down my body, nice breasts... small but firm and round. Nice ass, round and tight, my best feature I think. 

My roommates say, "Katrina, there are plenty of chances for you, but you never seem to see them." Or if I do I always seem to turn them down. My reputation as an ice princess grows by the hour. I have to be the one in control. It's always like that. 

The same happened again tonight. Gorgeous specimen of man, dark wavy hair, chiseled features, dark eyes that were on fire. Italian, dressed in black jeans and a leather jacket. His name was Dane and he was enough to make any woman's blood boil and mine definitely was boiling.

When we were introduced my hand lingered in his and I knew my eyes gave me away as to what I wanted. What was it he whispered in my ear as we sat down? "Wanting what you can't have is a dangerous thing little bird. Now fly away before your wings are singed." I took it as a personal challenge to change his mind. 

Singe my wings? No one has ever been allowed to get that close and I didn't intend for it to start with him. I would change his mind; show him the fire that is always burning inside me. 

When I get my way I'll decide when it's time for someone's wings to be singed. Arrogant, that's what he is and he deserves to be taught a lesson. 

I plucked up the courage to ask him to dance. He seemed almost disinterested and my will to change his mind nearly failed. Seeing the shitty little grin on his face again made me stick to my resolve. All I can do is ask one more time.

"Just one dance? Nothing more."

I nearly fell out of my seat when he agreed. That seemed a bit easy after being told to go away. Score one for me I thought. At least I got him out of the seat.

The music was haunting, throbbing and erotic and as our bodies came together it was a perfect fit. For the moment I didn't care if I was teaching him a lesson. I was definitely going to like having my body rubbed against his. 

I was right, the more we moved against each other to the music, the more it set flames off in my loins. His hands and arms wrapped around me; he caressed my lower back and pulled my hips closer to his. I ran my hands up his chest and around his neck. I saw the flames that lit his eyes. I knew what he wanted as well.

The music went on for what seemed like hours and I was in no hurry to leave his arms. So much for just one dance, neither one of us seemed to want the moment to end. When we moved off the dance floor both of us looked flushed and ready. I decided it was time for me to make a hasty exit before I forgot what my intentions were.

I made my excuses and he left with me. Outside the door he kissed me so hard and pulled me so close that every part of the front of our bodies were meshed together. When the cab showed up he went to get in with me and I pushed him away. 

I opened the window and he moved close and gave me a kiss and whispered in my ear. Stunned by what he said I couldn't say anything. The cab pulled away and I told the driver where to take me.

I can't help grinning though. Poor Dane really thought he was coming home with me tonight. And he nearly did. The way he moved when we danced, how hard his body was against mine. I could feel how much he wanted me and how much I really wanted him. 

Looking back to the mirror and coming back to the present I can see the pure raw desire showing on my face. I know he had that same desire and that he might not be as arrogant next time. He would have learned his lesson. Even if I am still on fire, I can be content with that.

The heat from both of us could have set fires in a desert. Then why did I turn him away, what on earth possessed me to turn back to that cold-hearted bitch when the need for both of us was so strong? 

There was something almost haunting when we parted. For once I had no retort.

He had whispered, "When your need is greatest call for me and I'll be there." 

Sighing, I throw my clothes at the mirror. What in the hell did that mean? It's not like he came home with us or is anywhere near. As far as I knew he would be leaving tomorrow on a plane back to Rome. Least that's what he has said while we were dancing.

Grumbling to myself, "Christ almighty if the need got any greater I'd explode into a million little pieces. "

And what in the fuck would make him say something like that. I was the one in control. Not him. I'm the one who left him standing there on the curbside. And he was the one standing there with that shitty little grin on his face with his eyes on fire. 

Cold shower and bed is what I need and no more thinking about it. It would drive the sane mad going over it again and again. And I'm not exactly feeling very sane at the moment.

Stepping into the shower my whole body shivers in shock. The cold water feels quite nice and slightly erotic as it slides over my hot skin. Quickly I grab the shower gel and lather some on my hands. Sliding my hands over my body to wash is just as much torture. 

Moaning softly I think to myself "Great idea this was you bitch, this was supposed to help." 

Shivering as I get out of the shower, I grab the towel and scrub my skin as hard as I can. The towel feels rough but makes me feel even more invigorated. 

I have the feeling its going to be a long night. As I slide into my large four-poster bed the sheets feel cool and silky against me. I punch the pillows to try and make them comfortable and pretend I'm hitting Dane. Would serve him right for putting me in this frame of mind.

Softly I whisper, "Dane, my need is at its greatest, and where are you now? Jetting off to somewhere else. I wish you were here. I'm calling you, come to me please." 

Bloody nothing, just as I knew it would be. Closing my eyes I slowly relax and drift off to sleep.

Waking up with a start I realize something isn't right. I can hardly breath and my pulse is racing. Glancing at the clock I see it's only 3 in the morning.

Rolling over I get the feeling someone is watching me. I see a shadow near the window. It moves slightly. The shadow is a man but I can't see who he is.

In fear I grip the sheets close to me whispering, "Who's there?"

The man moves to the side of the bed and I can't take my eyes from him. In the dim light from the street I see his face. Surely not, my mind is playing tricks with me; I'm just having a dream.

"You called for me and yet you ask who I am?" he said. "Did you think I wouldn't come?"

"Dane" I whisper. "Did someone let you in?"

I could see him smile softly and he reached a hand out to stroke my cheek. 

"You let me in, I didn't need anyone else to invite me, just you."

I thought my heart was going to explode as he lay down next to me, fire raced through my body. All I can think is lessons be damned I need this. My loins filled with a heat like no other. I couldn't help him get his clothes off fast enough. His body was hard as steel as I ran my hands over it, but the skin felt like cool silk. 

I know warning bells should be going off. How did he get in here? Why did he come? I no longer cared. All I cared about was the need to have him, for him to have me.

He started to kiss me all over my neck and then shoulders, ice and fire. I ran my hands down his chest to his waist, wanting to touch him, but he grabbed my hands. He flipped me on my back and used two of my scarves to tie my hands to the bedposts.

Starting to panic I twist to face him. "What are you doing?"

"Teaching you a lesson." His fingers traced around my nipple and then pinched. "I'll teach you to go to the edge of reason and come back again just to go there one more time."

God I'm on fire and I want that lesson, more than anything I want him to put his hard cock in me and fuck me like no other. But I can't seem to say it. Everything seems to be standing still as he slides his hand over my body. I can't seem to let go.

He knows, I can see it in his eyes. He knows what I want. He knows I can't let go.

Growling low he nips my lip with his teeth, "Say it, I want you to say it."

"I can't."

"You will say it," he said.

His hand cupped my pussy and a long slim finger began to slide in and out over my clit, dipping just over and back, teasing me till I can hardly stand it. I can feel how wet I am and the fire spreading through me is burning. Writhing against him, I want him to go all in, I want my hands to be untied to touch him. 

Moaning softly I whisper "Please, please fuck me, I need your cock in me, I need you slipping in and out of my wet pussy till I cum all around your hard cock. I need it all."

He slipped two fingers all the way inside of my pussy, stroking and teasing more. His other hand was on my breast massaging and pinching.

"Oh gawd I can't handle much more, please I need your cock now!" I was nearly screaming it in his ear.

Smiling sexily he moved and straddled my chest putting his cock near my mouth. "Much better, now you'll do as I say and suck my cock, you won't be getting anything in your pussy till I decide."

Stunned, body on fire and chest heaving I do the only thing I can and wrap my lips around the head of his cock and start sucking. His cock is wonderfully hard in my mouth, his pre-cum tastes slightly salty and I suck hard on the tip. His moaning just inflames me more and while I suck I rub my tongue along the underside across the ridge. 

I can feel his legs tightening on either side of my chest and he thrusts his cock in my mouth faster and faster and I suck harder and harder until his cum is shooting all in my mouth and over my chest as he pulls out. His hot cum is on my breasts and nearly sends me over the edge.

Leaning down he kissed me deeply and said, "Not yet my little one. It's not your turn yet."

Arching up and writhing under him I start to pout, "Please Dane, I'm begging, just fuck me, I need release, please give me what I need."

He reached up and untied me, "I'm not done with you little bird, and your lesson isn't over yet." I rolled as he turned me on my stomach and retied me. 

Breathing erratically I couldn't believe this was happening. How much longer would he make me wait? Wriggling I try to get comfortable, my pussy is so tight and so wet I can feel it on my inner legs.

"Get on your knees and elbows, spread your knees so I can see your wet pussy."

Catching my breath I did as he said, sure that he was going to give me his cock. But he didn't. I felt something smooth touch my ass and then it slid between my legs.

Pain all of a sudden, sharp pain as he hit me with a wide leather paddle straight on my pussy. But the pain started to turn to pleasure and I moaned and moved back a bit. I wanted him to do it again and he knew it. He knew I wanted him to spank my pussy and ass over and over again.

Leaning over me he slapped me on the ass hard. "Say it, tell me what you want"

Gasping for breath I screamed, "I want you to spank my pussy hard, punish it, fuck it, I'll do whatever you want, you're in control."

Looking over my shoulder I saw him smile softly.

"Now its your turn little bird, now I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

The paddle came up hard on my pussy and I moaned and bounced down on it as it came up over and over again. Pain and pleasure were screaming through me. 

I felt his hands on my hips and moaned. "Please, please I need your cock." My pussy lips part and I scream in pleasure as his cock pushes hard inside of me. I start to push back and meet him as he plunges in and out.

"Oh yes, oh gawd yes, that's it fuck my pussy, fuck it hard." And he did, I started to cum so hard around him. I could feel myself pulsing on his cock and then I felt him cumming inside me. Hot sweet cum spilling out in me and on my ass as he withdrew.

Trying to catch my breath I collapsed on the bed as Dane untied me. Snuggling in his arms I can hardly believe what happened. And ever so glad I finally learned my lesson and gave up control.

Looking at me he grins, "Wonder what your roommates are going to say in the morning?"

Giggling, I bury my head on his chest. "They'll probably say about damn time someone taught you a lesson!"