0 comments/ 49938 views/ 12 favorites Harsh By: Elizabeth_l She was still half asleep when he grabbed her roughly by the hair and pulled her off the couch where she had been napping. She stumbled along with him as he dragged her to the bedroom, trying to keep her feet while she figured out what was happening. They crossed the threshold and he tossed her to the floor where she fell in a moderately graceful heap. He grabbed her hair again with a renewed grip and she allowed herself a high pitched gasp as the hair threatened to pull from the roots. Using more force than might be necessary, he dragged her to her feet, pulling her close to him and shoving his tongue deep into her throat. She felt a shudder all the way to her cunt as he moved his tongue inside her. She kissed him back, using her tongue and teeth and lips like she knew he liked. He pulled his tongue away from her mouth long enough to pull her shirt off over her head. Her bra quickly followed and instead of bringing his tongue back to her mouth, he lowered his head and wrapped his lips around her nipple, squeezing her breast with one hand. She moaned, low and deep in her throat, and he allowed it. He switched, back and forth from one to the other, licking, nibbling and biting her until she felt like clawing her fingers down his back to make him... what? She didn't know. Stop... do it forever... feel some of the pleasure pain that she was feeling. She thanked God that she didn't get to have the choice. She knew that he didn't like it when she talked, but it was fast coming to the point where she would beg him to fuck her if only to get him to move on to the next step. He kept sucking on one nipple, flicking his tongue over and over it as his hands gripped the waistband of her skirt drawing both it and her panties down in one long pull. She let out a sigh of relief that was tinged with an unmistakable tone of regret. She always felt that way when he stopped torturing her, whether it was a spanking or lashing that she so richly deserved, or slow persistent circles of a finger in her cunt until she felt like she was going to die if he didn't stop. He stood in front of her and swept his eyes over her body, she was naked and he was still fully clothed. One of his hands returned to find a grip in her hair and the other grasped her wrist, placing her hand on the front of his pants. She could feel his cock, already hard, straining against the fabric. "On your knees bitch." He said in a soft, sure voice and she felt something twist inside her again sending a pulse through her body. On purpose, she didn't move fast enough to make him happy, so he forced her down by his grip on her hair and pressed her face tightly against the fabric of his pants. She could feel the heat from his erection as her hand stroked along his shaft. "Take out my cock." He said softly again, but his voice was so steady, so sure that you could never argue with it. She reached both her hands up and untied his belt, his grip in her hair keeping her on the level that pleased him. Slowly, she pulled his zipper open and freed his impressive cock. She stroked it lightly with her fingers, letting herself enjoy the feel of it in her hands. She heard a low rumbling start in his chest and he pulled her head closer to him. "Suck it." He said, this time with a little more urgency. She smiled, and wrapped her lips around him and started sucking lightly. She felt him growing harder within her mouth. At first she was able to take most of him into her, but as she sucked, he got bigger until she only had the head between her lips again. He moaned, and with an iron grip in her hair, he pushed her head further down onto him, shoving his cock deep into her throat. She felt her throat spasm around the head as she tongued the rest of him with enthusiasm and was rewarded by another short groan. She ran her fingers along the base of his shaft as he started a thrusting rhythm, pumping his cock into her willing mouth with short, firm strokes. She pressed her tongue tightly to his shaft so every time he pumped into her, he felt it stroking him. He released her hair, and the second that he did, she pulled her mouth back and flickered her tongue lightly and rapidly over his tip, holding him and stroking him with her hand. She did it over and over and over again, just light touches like angel kisses on his cock as he grew harder with each touch. She was doing this on purpose, like what he'd done with her nipples. This was her tiny way of taking control. His hand returned to her hair and he pushed on her, the clear indication that she was to resume the more vigorous sucking that he had so enjoyed a moment before, but she was lost in the moment and pulled away from him, still just giving him the tip of her tongue. With force, he yanked her head back and slapped her hard across the face with his other hand. She cried out as she hit the floor and just lay there for a moment, slightly stunned. Standing over her, he shoved his pants the rest of the way down and pulled his shirt off over his head. He was still hard for her like she knew he would be. She smiled, feeling a light trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth. He used his foot to push her until she was lying on her back on the floor, he then straddled her and lowered himself to his knees, pinning her arms to the sides of her body. She didn't struggle against him. He looked at her and shook his head, his eyes were cold and hard. She'd been bad, and she was going to pay for it tonight. "Open your mouth bitch, wide as it can go." She obliged him by opening her mouth and he quickly shoved two fingers inside her scissoring them, forcing her jaw to open. He grabbed his cock and looked at her. "You want this in your cunt, don't you pretty bitch?" he asked her, she nodded, his fingers still filling her mouth. "They you should learn to behave." He pulled his fingers out, positioning himself above her and drove himself into her mouth, and deep into her throat. She choked as he thrust himself into her, gripping her hair again to pull her head up higher, forcing himself into her over and over, his cock touching the back of her throat, pounding against her. She couldn't stop herself from struggling anymore, she wanted more air, more movement, anything. He was at an angle that gave him all the control and all she could do was suck him and swallow and try to keep up. "You like that don't you bitch?" He asked her again, his breathing getting faster as his strokes grew more rapid. She couldn't nod, although she wanted to. She did like this. Liked that he had this control and that she could make him so crazed that he'd come in her mouth, hot and hard. He rose up higher on his knees, driving himself into her, and she opened her throat as best as she could and tried to relax as he fucked her mouth. Finally, he let out a shout and shoved himself down her throat, she swallowed convulsively as he groaned and shuddered above her, coming hard. He held her there, sucking his cock until it started to soften again, her throat feeling raw and used. Finally, he pulled out of her mouth, settling himself back on her chest as he looked down at her. He touched the spot of her lip still leaking blood from his earlier strike. He stroked his finger fondly down her cheek. "Fetch the rope." He said softly and her cunt clenched in anticipation. He was going to punish her tonight. Harsh D.C. I usually don't interject myself into other people's business or trysts, but tonight I need Eboni and Darla -- not Rich. Weird stuff I have often imagined, but never really believed, unfolds before my eyes in a prominent hotel bar less than one mile from my temporary office in the Pentagon. A middle-aged very moneyed-looking smallish man with thinning white hair and what once must have been piercing blue eyes and his 32ish year-old-wife are joined by a beautiful 27ish-year-old golden ebony goddess. 'Guess.' I'll call her 'Guess,' because it's stitched into her jeans, just below where the green tattoo on her taut beckoning back flesh peers out between her thin black belt and her gapped top. No. 'Guess' needs a full name. I want to call her Eboni Guess, Ebi. It fits better. Eboni Guess is a stunning African American beauty sitting seven feet and six inches from the tip of my pen and is talking about Obama's policies on everything from health care reform to his new troop buildup in Afghanistan. She cites, with full references and from memory, every reason each policy may succeed, and every reason each may fail. All the while her dark chocolate eyes flash and her glossy lips wrap around each syllable like a snake around a mouse, like tongue around tiramisu, depending upon whether one is friend or prey. Eboni is going to fuck Rich's wife while he watches. The ladies have already started in fact with the finger touching, posture leaning, perfume blending, warm-up play. Rich may get it up after his $12.50 Bubbly Passion, but I doubt it. Darla, however, is definitely up for Ebi. Darla wears a Russian fur hat, drinks Louis Jadot, Pouilly, France. She drinks her Louis by the glass, not the bottle, enough to get happy and keep her shiny lips wet like Ebi's are, but not too much wine to lose touch with her looming long night Ebi experience. I don't need Rich. He is irrelevant. I usually don't interject myself into other people's trysts or business, but tonight I need Eboni and Darla -- not Rich. I am out of patience. I start by reaching for my water and spilling it all over the table and down over the chair and onto the floor. Darla and Eboni turn from each other and from Rich to see what the clatter is, annoyance and disdain their first expressions, then more respect and tacit unsolicited approval when they measure the operator frame and steel eyes attached to the guy that caused the clatter. So far so good. They forget Mr. Rich immediately and ponder, individually and together in whispered questions, Mr. Asshole, jeans and motorcycle boots, working class guy in the wrong hotel restaurant, but here nonetheless and obviously here for something other than to rope cattle or build fences on the range. Maybe in some earlier part of life, but this phase of life obviously entails more complicated matters than stretching barbed wire between mesquite posts. I look FUCK into Darla's eyes first, then I look FUCK into Eboni's eyes. My disdain orders me to just do it. Don't bat an eye. Okay, they reply with eye. Ignore, ignore, corners of eyes flashing my way, ignore, whisper to each other, whisper to Mr. Rich, whispers again, then more direct eye contact my direction; don't worry girls, Rich is all but disappeared into his drink. He doesn't have his dick any more. It's my dick tonight or it's just pussy for both of you tonight. Your call. "My call?" Darla asks herself, sizing up my mismatched jeans, my Harley boots, my UnderArmor light-sweat smelly from the long day tee-shirt. "My call?" Okay Darla's eyes say. Whisper to Ebi. Whisper to Rich (to not much avail judging from his glassy eyes). Darla's and Ebi's eyes flash at each other, hands touch knees, hair cascades into hair as heads confirm and bob. Then Darla comes over. Darla takes the scant seven steps to my dinner of Italian sausage pizza and a short rib slider. Yes, I said a short rib slider -- please. To go with my Monacacy Ash (Maryland), Appalachian (Virginia), and Grayson (Virginia) cheese plate and Patron shot. Darla sums up my meal in disbelief and compares it to my abs. Darla sums up my Tequila shot and compares it to my eyes. She purses her lips in half surprise, half disgust, all approval. "Interesting meal Cowboy." Darla invites. "You want my cock in your ass," I say, my blinkless eyes into her blinkless eyes. "Very good. Nice, Cowboy," she says, eyes sparkling, lips twisted in reluctant respect. "so don't fuck it up." "I don't have to fuck it up, Darla," I say into her smirk. "It's already way too fucked up for words. It's my fuck up to lose." Darla's eyes disappear into her head for a second, summing something up. Eboni looks a little uncomfortable, seven feet away. She shoots a furtive glance at Rich, who looks the question at Darla. The goon waiter near the door stands a little straighter and sets down his tray, tugging his belt loops. Only an idiot wouldn't see the 9 millimeter bulge beneath his jacket tugging his short black vest buttons tighter. "Get a real gun, Brutus," I lip synch across the room straight into his snarling eyes. He reads every word I mouth at him and shakes his head like he wants to break my head. "Smile yes at Rich, Darla," I say. "That is, if you want anything but pussy tonight. And so Brutus over there can get his panties out of a wad and look for trouble elsewhere." Darla bites back in her throat the chuckle that bubbles out of her eyes. She smiles and winks back at Rich and Ebi, setting them and Brutus the waiter goon at peace for the time being. "Jackie," she says a name, extending her heavily diamonded hand. "But Darla was a great guess. I'll use it in the next life. If, that is, I haven't already used it in some other life. And, well, shit, if it is indeed Jackie in this life. Jackie sounds so...so...presidential don't you think?" "Self-righteous Sam I'm guessing?" I almost jump in surprise for the first time in months - but keep the surprise out of my eyes. I am nobody. Nobody at all. And I am not from this Washington scene anyway. I spend most of my time these days in foreign lands, closer to where Eboni grew up. "Sam, yeah." Sullenly I speak so's to not let my eyes betray my surprise. "Fuck you too, Sam." Darla walks to her table, retrieves more wine, finger-strokes Ebi's knee, and saunters back over. "As I was saying - fuck you Sam. You think you are better than us, better than anybody in D.C. because you are younger, you are southwestern, and you are considerably poorer than Ed (but Rich was a great guess; maybe he was a 'Rich' in another life, but who knows?) - and you think you're superior simply because you are poor?! And, yes, you always will be poorer than 'Rich.' Big fucking deal. Being broke and young (for now) makes you superior." She scoffs and drinks wine. "Funny how you confuse power and money and morality. "You have us so pegged don't you? You think you're too good for success, or money or professional sex, but you're really just too confused and restless and too fucking spaced-out with Attention Deficit Disorder to make or keep any money and too afraid of yourself to enjoy gourmet fucking. That will bite you in the ass someday, Sam. Nice as that ass is right now. "So," she sums up her sneer sermon, "Know for certain that you are judging Ed wrong," she southern-accents her words to mock me. "Rich," I say, "His name is Rich." "Close, Sam. But, as I said, but unfortunately, tonight his name is Ed. I realize the facts mean little to you -- I just say this to give your danger intuitions, clouded as they are right now by mine and Ebi's asses, plenty of head start. Think Ed for a few moments before you fuck this up. "Sam," she sips slowly, "Ed found Castro's main stateside drug connections and their headquarters the same week of the last time he fucked me in the ass. Ed was your age then." Darla pins fire eyes to the back of my skull. "So, Ghengis Texas Ranger Khan, uh, what exactly have you done -- lately?" She pats my leg. "Never mind. Too easy to find out, and we wouldn't have anything to talk about over breakfast, then would we?" "I've done nothing really -- yet." I answer her honestly, working hard to not appear as interrupted as I am by her well-justified verbal barrage. "Truth is, Darla, I haven't done anything with my life - yet." "Then, Sam. Why don't you fucking grow up and show up? Room 1575. If you want my ass that is. You may be surprised how well that could work." She turns askance, dragging my glance with her to look at Eboni, seven feet away. "One thing you have going for you is that you see the beauty and the passion in Eboni -- it's Ebi isn't it? You have indeed come a long way from bumfuck West Texas." Darla drops a room key into my potatoes. "You'll never show up. You're too fucking predictable. Too full of yourself. You're a dime a dozen. You disrespect white hair and young ass together. As though we need Ed, or as though Ed needs us. You'll go jerk off in your room - but not because you're really too good for my ass. You'll jerk off in your room because you're scared. "You're scared of so many things I really don't have time to list them all. But for starters, even though you're pretty sure you can take Brutus the waiter watch-out guy and all his buddies -- and your record says you could do that without any trouble -- still, you know who Brutus works for, and you know he's just the tip of the iceberg, and you'd really rather talk a tough game than really mix it up and take a chance that you could fight your way through all the thugs into the big time world stage - to public service life pay dirt. You know you'd win this little bar room battle -- but you, my friend, will lose every war you engage until you fucking grow up and respect other people." Lowering or diverting my eyes in any direction would be a mistake right now -- and it wouldn't match my desperate honesty efforts. So Darla once again brands fire eyes through my retinas and tacks them with a Bowie knife onto the back wall of my brain. "Furthermore," she goes on after a slow tongue-taste of wine, "you are afraid to let go of your little drama, your tough cowboy movie image, and let yourself go into something nice and good and right -- something like inside Eboni and me -- and...just...enjoy it for what it is. It's just fucking sex, Sam. You're old enough for sex now - although you seem awfully immature for your age. "You can't get through that moral façade you picked up in your Sunday school. You can fight, you can kill when you must, but you can't let go and give yourself over to a couple of decent, very willing women, more than happy to oblige -- much as you'd like to believe you can. "So, Sam, you'll jerk off to the idea. Not tonight. Oh, heavens no, you won't jerk off tonight! You'll be too chagrined from our little chat here to even look at your cock tonight. But when you've recovered in a day or two and written Ebi and Rich and me and the Washington insiders off to being less than you -- then you'll jerk off to my memory, instead of trying on the real me - whatever my name is tonight." "You're getting close to the real thing, Cowboy. Real close to the real thing. Closer to so many things you have no idea about. Close, but not there yet." * * * I walk right into room 1575 like it's mine and I drop Darla's key on the table, potatoes intact on the serrated edges. No surprise flashes across Darla's face, nor Ebi's, nor Rich's, nor mine. Darla is spread wide on the king size luxury bed , Eboni is perched on her elbows between Darla's legs, lips moistened with exactly the same moistness that Darla's bottom is moistened with. Rich sits back near the bed in the rolling desk chair, sedate as the Buddha, same smile as in the bar, watching like an artist, using his eyes to feel Eboni's slowly gyrating ass as she leisurely licked Darla's pussy "Move back," I say. He does. "I like you," Rich says, his eyes far more clear and discerning than they appeared downstairs. "I don't like you at all, Rich," I say. "Then I like you even better," Rich says evenly. I look into piercing eyes, feel his youth surge through his expressions like cards shuffling in the hands of a Vegas dealer. I feel his age and his youth, his wins and his losses, his achievements and his near misses melt together in a calm centered essence. He watches his wife and her lover enjoy themselves. He tolerates and admires whatever good there might be in this brash young man with conflicted raging impulses, barely contained and constrained by his intense operator discipline and exertions. And through my tequila and my ancient angst, I find myself saying, "I like you better now old man." Rich beams at me and makes no objection as I use my booted foot to slide his plush chair back away from the bed until it slams into the wall with a thud. "Now that's what I'm talking about," Eboni says, nodding with conviction. "Where do you want me, Cowboy?" "Right here," Darla says, patting the plush pillows she has stacked up against the headboard. "Forget where he wants you. Right fucking here's where I want you -- spread." Darla is on her knees in a flash. She burrows into Eboni's bottom and inhales her like she's hosting a wine tasting debutante party. As she tastes and tempts at Ebi's cunt, Darla moves her ass and cunt in ever-widening flesh circles, opening to the air, opening for my inquisition. Punishment she expects, pleasure is what I punish her with. I enter her quickly, because I am starved, but I do so delicately because I care. Darla senses my gentle hunger and she turns and looks her surprise over her shoulder at my tender entry into her body. Eboni notices it. Rich notices it. Yes, of course I slide deliberately into her pussy first, several times, feeling her scalding woman warmth, measuring her hunger, comparing it to mine, measuring her wantonness with both of us knowing instinctively her ass would be tonight's story. My imagination has dared her. Hers has accepted. I plumb Darla's depths a few times slowly and fully, letting myself feel again for the first time since I was that seventeen-year-old with Sarah in the back of the old Ford station wagon. I scoop Darla up around her firm mid-section and I set her to the side like a sack of seed so I can plunge myself deep into Eboni's body, soaked already from Darla's mouth and Ebi's own raging lust. Eboni yelps like a pup and lifts her ass high, thrusting her heels deep into the mattress to meet my plunging cock full strength. Darla moans her approval then positions herself better to take the alternate strokes from my cock, patiently bating me with her ass. Fingering all possible orifices during Ebi's turns at my penetrations. Rich settles back to enjoy his life and to soak in this experience and enjoy the show, my dare and Darla's acceptance. * * * A yellow handwritten note with words, numbers and dashes rustles at my feet when I open my hotel door at five the next morning to head to the airport, carefully looking both ways down the halls before I take my hand off my weapon. I hear Darla's voice speaking the words in my head as I read: Sam (you're not Sam, but you're Sam to me). These coordinates will lead precisely to the point where Osama Bin Laden either sits wasting away as a political has-been, or where his bones or ashes are piled. You suspected Pakistan didn't you? Grow up Sam. Politics. All politics. Always politics. Pakistan has vested interests that impact our vested interests in how this plays out -- and how it is released to the world press. But Pakistan isn't the only country with a vested interest in breaking this to the world in a good light. Think - closer... You said you haven't done anything with your life yet. Well. Here's your chance. Your call. You choose. You will disappear under a new identity if you choose. In any case, Ed-Rich-Ed-Rich (you choose) has done worlds of good for this country his whole professional life; he is done with the limelight. He is done with the work and posturing and diplomacy it will take to spring this to the world. He only wants to put Bin Laden to bed. And more importantly, at this point in life, Sam, he just wants me and Eboni. And Sam...don't you ever underestimate Rich. Even though Rich has more money than he'll ever need, Rich isn't rich because he has money. Rich is rich because he has...me. Love, "Darla" (North Dallas High School, class of 1980-ish) Catch us for the reunion. * * * I step back to the window overlooking Pentagon City and the pronged monument at the base of the Pentagon annex. I check Darla's coordinates and they look genuine and astonishingly plausible. I whistle between my teeth, genuinely shocked, and I head out the door to the metro station back to the Pentagon for a quick impromptu meeting there instead of directly to the airport, certain for the first time in my life where I am going in harsh D.C. world. Harsh Discipline As always I entered the dungeon with some trepidation. The mistress had summoned me from work and commanded that I be there for her pleasure before four o'clock. Even though I had tried, traffic had been dismal and it was 10 past the hour before I arrived. Waiting on her throne she called me to her feet. "Kneel," she said through tight lips. "What time did I summon you for" she asked? "Four o'clock," I answered "but the traffic was so bad I couldn't make it here in time. Her response was to slap me across the face with the back of her hand. "I'm not interested in your excuses," she spat out, "I am to be obeyed, not angered, or have you forgotten what angering me means." "I'm sorry mistress, I won't ever let it happen again." "You're right about that!" she said, caressing the angry red welt on my cheek, "I have something in mind for you today that should prevent a recurrence of the problem. Get ready for some training and be quick about it." As I went to the corner and stripped she picked up the phone beside the throne and placed a hurried call. I knelt in the middle of the floor and observed her from my position. She had turned her back to me and was looking at the implements on the wall beside her. I observed the sinewy muscles of her shoulders as they slid under her satiny caramel colored skin. Ten years as a top body builder had given her a body most men would be proud of. Strong muscular shoulders tapered in a tight vee to an impossibly tiny waist. The tight halter she wore accented the sinewy grace of her upper body. Her hips were gently flared from her waist and the buttocks were round firm and high. Her thighs, a rippling mass of muscle as was her calf. Unlike many she didn't wear high spiked heels but rather boots with thick soles and heels that accented her 5 ft 6 in. height. The small leather thong she wore split the cheeks of her ass with almost cruel pressure and nestled tight against her shaven tight pussy. Turning to me I saw she had picked a leather strap from her collection on the wall. Her eyes were glowing as she strode towards me in the center of the room. "This should be useful for training your memory," she whispered. "Perhaps a little reminder of my anger would be in order." "Kneel there and don't move a muscle, don't cry out, don't even flinch and you might get out of here without any permanent damage," she said. "Do you think you can do that Boy," she hissed. "Yes mistress," was all I could gulp out. My eyes widened as she pulled back the belt. I knew from past experience that I would be expected to take my punishment in silence and that any failure to do so would be treated with contempt and more severe discipline. The strap whistled through the air and the crack of leather on flesh rang through the dungeon. The stroke had caught me from the middle of the chest across the right nipple and arm. Without looking I knew that an angry red welt would already be showing there. In spite of, or because of the pain the nipple rose from my chest. Again the strap whistled and the pain bit into my other nipple. "That isn't so bad is it," she asked? "No mistress," I said. "I deserve it for keeping you waiting." Approaching me she gently rubbed my right nipple with her hand and then taking it between her thumb and forefinger squeezed it, pulling it from my body and stretching it in the air. The pain shot through me as she hissed. "Oh we're not through with the correction yet my little worm there is much more for you tonight." Once again the strap whistled and this time blows rained down on my back, ass and chest as the mistress kissed my body with the coarse leather. I was nearly fainting as she beat on me but when I thought I couldn't take another blow she stopped. The effort had brought sheen, of sweat to her skin and her eyes sparkled from the excitement. Her nipples like my own were now prominent under the material of her halter. Tossing the strap onto the table she turned to me and removed her thong and her boots. "That has invigorated me my little slave" she sighed, "but I seem to have gotten sweaty. "Why don't you use your tongue to help cool me off," she said. She sat in the throne and lifted her foot towards me. Crawling on my knees I went to her and began licking the sole of her foot. Slowly and carefully I made my way al around the foot and between her toes. I knew that to miss a single spot would result in further torture. As she held her leg in the air I licked farther and farther up from her foot. She sighed with pleasure as my tongue worked over her ankle, calf, and knee. As I started to lick her thigh I heard the sharp intake of her breath. Inches from her crotch and able to smell the scent of her heated pussy she stopped me and made me start on the other leg. Once again I bathed every inch of her foot and leg working my way up above her knee. I could see the bright pink lips of her pussy, puffy and moist from sweat and her inner juices as I licked the inside of her thigh mere inches from her beautiful pussy. Casually she fingered the small hoop that was pierced through her clit as I ministered to her legs. Just as I thought she would let me taste her nectar she again stopped me. "Go over to the frame," she said. I went to the frame she meant. It is a wooden rectangle fastened to the floor and the roof. Steel eyelets are attached every few inches all around it allowing her to bind anyone, of any size, into almost any position inside its borders. She came up behind me and placed leather handcuffs and ankle cuffs on me. Spreading my legs she fastened them to the lowest of the eyelets in the frame. Taking my wrists she then fastened them to the same positions so I was forced to stand bent over at the waist and completely exposed to her. I felt her hand caress my ass and could look through my legs at her beautiful legs behind me. I felt a jolt of cold as she smeared some lubricant over my anus. "You like this don't you," she cooed from behind me her finger lingering on my asshole. "Yes mistress," I sighed, "it feels great." Forcing her finger into my ass she said "Would you like me to continue and stretch your ass out a bit for you." "Yes," I said, "I love it." As a second finger entered my ass she whispered in my ear. "You're going to love the surprise I have for you then," she said. Just then the door to the dungeon opened and she said, "Here he is for you Sir Harold, just as I promised, a disobedient slave in need of your correction. In front of me two massive muscular legs came into view. Black as ebony and glossy in the harsh light. A hand roughly grabbed my head and tilted it back till I was looking at his huge black cock. Not a word was spoken as my mistress grabbed his dick with her hand and began to stroke it inches from my face. The cock grew in her hand, as thick as her wrist it was already at least ten inches long and the head looked like a tennis ball. She pulled it towards me and placed it at my lips. "Suck it," she said, "maybe if you do a good enough job I'll spare your ass." I resisted the pressure of his cock against my lips but then my mistress grabbed my balls squeezing fiercely. "Take it," she hissed, "or I'll rip your balls off. If you think you can keep me waiting or disobey me you'll learn better. I opened my mouth as far as I could and he shoved his cock down my throat so far I couldn't breathe. As his cock swelled even bigger in my throat I was sure I would pass out. Just when I felt I couldn't last another second he pulled out of me. Gasping for breath I could do nothing as he walked behind me and I felt the huge head of his cock press against my asshole. With a force that I knew was tearing the sides of my ass he plunged it into me and plundered my ass. The pain made me gasp as his huge prick reamed my ass over and over. I heard my mistress laugh as she watched my rape. Just as I thought he would come in my ass she said. "Don't waste that on him Sir Harold, I'll take it." I watched as she knelt in front of him easily swallowing the cock that had nearly chocked me and as his cock jerked I watched her greedily swallow his seed. Without ever saying a word he turned and walked out of the room. My mistress started to untie me as she said. "Sir Harold is my oldest mentor and the one who initiated me in the arts of discipline. If you ever disappoint me again I'll call him back here and let him have you again. Do you understand me, worm." "Yes mistress," I sighed. "Good," she said, "now come over here and eat me out, seeing Harold's cock again has made me horny and as long as you're here you might as well entertain me a little more. Harsh Domination As a side note, I've been looking for a Master for a long time. But I find that most of them are uncreative, players, or they just aren't 'harsh' enough. Below is a fantasy of mine, of how I would like a Master to treat me. Enjoy. ************************************************ Chapter 1: The plane tickets had been purchased and I held onto them as the check through line inched closer and closer to the scanning machines. You had told me I wouldn't need much so all I carried was my purse. I was simply bubbling with excitement. No Master had ever challenged me like you had, no Master had ever made me desire to cum as much as you did. Meeting you for the first time was going to be huge. I blushed at the thought but was happy that no one could possibly know why I was smiling so much. The line moved through and the plane eventually boarded. It was all one blur of time for me because all I wanted was to land and to see you. You had prepared me in that I knew as soon as you saw me I'd have to start following your orders. We both weren't huge on public play but a little was always fun. So I was prepared. I wandered around the Huston airport for a little bit, looking for you, wondering where you were. Your hand suddenly rested on my butt. I turned and smiled, throwing my arms around you in a hug. You hugged me back. You might be harsh but you weren't an asshole. "Hi darling." You said in that caramel voice that nearly made my pussy drip. "Hi." I said back and kissed you. "Nu uh uh. No kissing. Not yet. Take this bag to the bathroom. Do what the note says. It should take you about fifteen minutes. I'll be waiting over there." You point to a set of chairs. Nodding I take it and hurry off into the bathroom. Not knowing what is inside I slip into a stall and sit down on the toilet. The bag is just a paper bag with nothing decorating it. Opening it up I find a huge anal plug, a bottle with a little hose attached to the tip, a note, connecting nipple clamps to a clit clamp and a large vibrating egg. Opening the note I start to read your masculine penmanship. Slut, First, you're going to fill the bottle with warm water. Put the tube in your ass and turn the bottle upside down and squeeze for the water to fill you. Make sure the bottle is full. Then, hold the liquid in and put the plug inside you. It's large enough so you won't have any 'accidents' in my car. Then clip your nipples to your clit, put in the egg, turn it on and re-dress yourself. Put the controller in your jean skirt pocket. Then return to me. -Master J I had no idea that this is what was waiting for me. The bag of stuff now made me nervious, but I had to do as I was told. Leaving my stuff inside the stall I took only the bottle without it's weird nozzle to the sink. Several women looked at me oddly but didn't say anything. It made my face flush. I almost ran back to the stall. When I got back to it I screwed the cap back on and pulled my skirt and panties down. Bending over the toilet, using the back for a hand hold I popped the tube into my ass and squeezed on the bottle. The bottle about the size of a normal soda bottle but a bit smaller. A good amount of water flooded into me and I felt the pressure in my guts. Already I thought of having to walk back out there with a belly full of water, an ass full of plug and a pussy full of vibrator, and somehow manage to look normal. It made me cringe but I continued. Eventually I pulled the tube out. Picking up the black plug with three ribs on it I stared at it for a while before leaning over more fully and using my hand to twist it into my ass. I couldn't help but make small little 'ah' and 'oh' noises as I forced the thick monster into me. When it was finally seated in my ass I moaned at the pressure and listened to one lady snort in disgust. She could only be guessing at what I was doing but it still made me blush. I heard her mutter 'Disgusting.' As she left. Sitting down with another moan of discomfort I pulled up my shirt and pulled down my bra. The clamps were metal and had small dull teeth. I flicked my nipples to make them stand before clamping one on and then the other. Spreading my legs I clamped my clit and gasped from the instant pleasure tinged with pain. I felt so dirty at the moment. And I wasn't even done. Pulling the vibrating egg from the bag I slipped it into my wet pussy. Then I pulled my panties up, then my jean skirt and I fixed my top. Trying to be discreet I pulled the wire connecting the egg to the controller up through the waist and then put it in my pocket. Then I turned it on. It couldn't be heard too much but if you knew it was there, like I did, it sounded noisy. Looking at my cell phone I realized it had been 13 minutes. Not too much time left. And I still had to make it out while walking normal and already my belly was protesting. Shame crept into my face and I opened the door and walked out. It was m best attempt at being normal but there was something defiantly off about it. Master Jason was waiting for me. Sitting in the chair. "Almost was late. That would have been bad." He smiled in a Masterly fashion before standing up and then out of the blue he pulled the controller out of my pocket and slid the bar up to half max. The buzzing went crazy inside my pussy. Then he put it back in my pocket. "Let's get to the car." I was so happy to get out of there, but the walk was awkward and embarrassing. It took a good 15 minutes to get from the chairs to his SUV, and the whole time he was silent except to laugh when I moaned from the stimulation. When we got to his car he let go of my arm and hit the button on his fob to have the trunk door open. The car was an SUV so the trunk wasn't the kind where it's sectioned off. "Get in the trunk." For a moment I hesitated until he grabbed my arm and forced me into the back. "Now, face me." I did and he grabbed my shirt pulling it up so it covered my face, and then he grabbed my bra and only pulled it down enough so that my tits popped out and the chain jangled. I almost panicked at the exposure. We were in a fully parking lot for God's sake! But his hand beat me to it and he pulled my skirt and panties down. In a quick practiced move he had me on my belly, ass in the air, nipples pressed against the car. "Stay." He said and smacked my pussy once for good measure before closing the trunk and getting into the driver's seat. I was humiliated, being driven through Huston (with admittedly tinted windows) with my clothes up around my face and knees. I don't know how long we drove but we eventually ended up at his house. He reversed and parked in his driveway but he didn't go into the garage. When the trunk opened I was still the way he left me, with my shiny wet pussy facing him. "Can't be too upset. You're dripping." Then he played with my pussy for a while, tickling it with his long fingers. When he pulled me up he stripped my clothes off completely and chucked them back into his car. Then he turned up the egg on high. From his back pocket he brought out handcuffs and cuffed my hands in front of me. With a garage door opener he opened it and stepped away. "Walk into the house, down the first hallway and into the third room on the right. A closet will be open. There is going to be a hook where put your cuffs on to hold your arms up. It will lock once you slide them in. Face forward in the closet and make sure you're kneeling in the wide tub I've placed under the hook. Sluts don't get to use the bathroom, and the closet is where you'll stay and sleep while you're here. Keep in mind the tub is the only place you get to relieve yourself when you're locked away for hours on end. But whatever mess you make you have to clean up. It will be interesting to see how long you fight it. Now go." I slid out of the car, face burning in humiliation and he slapped my ass. He didn't exactly live in a secluded area, he had many houses around him and I wondered who was watching. I nakedly stumbled into his house and followed his directions which lead me to a small closet. The door was open and I saw the set up. A silver ring type hook was screwed into the shelf above. Directly below it was a shallow plastic tub that was as wide as the closet was. Stepping into it I had to duck to get my head under the shelf which was at a height where, while kneeling, my arms would be hung above me tightly. I clicked my cuffs into it and when I tried to click them out I found the hook only went one way. I wouldn't be able to open it on my own. What seemed like hours later, which was probably only minutes, Master Jason came in. "Good slut. I was afraid you'd be too stupid to figure it out." I burned at the insult but lowered my head. He walked over and checked the cuffs making sure I couldn't get away. He jerked on the clamp chain to get my attention. Then he bent and savagely pulled the plug out of my ass. I cried out from the sudden loss of the rubber filling me. I desperately clenched my ass to keep the water in. "Now that I have your attention, look at me." I forced my head up and found my Master waiting with an O ring gag. "Open." I did and he slid it into my mouth, forcing it open, before he buckled it behind my head. Then he flicked my nipples a few times and closed the door on me, leaving me in pitch blackness. Harsh Domination Ch. 02 Hi guys! Thanks to all my readers, especially K who got me horny enough to type this up! Please give feedback! It spurs us writers to write more! (Faster!) ****** I don't know how long I was in the closet. I knew that hours ago I had lost the battle with my asshole and my enema had flushed into the shallow tub I was kneeling it. I knew that my arms were sore and that my nipples had been hard since my Master left and now were tingling with pain from the constant pressure of toothed clamps. My clit was in no better shape. But below my tortured clit my pussy was still leaking girl juice all over my legs. A constant flow since my Master had forced an O ring gag in my mouth and then told me my fate. Parts of my body were begging for release but my pussy was begging for more of this sweet torture. I was accustomed to the darkness, so when the closet door opened and the light spilled in it took a few moments to adjust my eyes. My body did not have that amount of time. Instantly my throat was full of cock. And Master Jason's hand was on my head forcing me all the way down on him before pulling me all the way off again. He didn't start slow; he fucked me quickly and hard, causing my body to bounce and the enema water slosh all over my legs. I felt like a cheap slut. And my pussy only got wetter. "I see you expelled all over yourself. You're filthy. I don't know why I'd want to touch you when you're like this." His words made me cringe but I was too occupied with the thick cock being jammed down my throat to pay attention to much else. A small slap to the face had me looking up at him. Then he let go of my hair, and with both palm slapped me gently on each side of my face with his cock still in my mouth. The O ring preventing me from accidentally biting his cock. Being slapped with a cock in my mouth was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. I was scared, and horny and degraded and happy all at the same time. And my brain was screaming for more. He could probably see that in my eyes, which is why he smiled before pulling out of me and smearing himself all over my face. Poking me in the eye, the nose, slapping my forehead with himself. "You like all that cock all over your face don't you slut? Don't you?" I nodded, a flush coming to my face. "Ah, the little cunt is embarrassed! Let's see how much more red we can get into your face shall we? Look down at your clit. I want you to watch this. I am going to rip the clamps off your clit and nipples. If you make a sound I'm going to just put them back on. Do you understand?" I heard the finality in his voice. My legs trembled. I watched his strong hand drop down and his fingers wrap around the chain that connected my nipples to my clit. With one firm pull he ripped the metal from me and my back arched in pain, offering up my tortured nipples to my Master. Instantly his thumb and forefinger were pulling my red and puffy nipple and I couldn't control my cry. And just as fast as they had come off the clamps were back on me, biting into my flesh. "I warned you slut." This time the pain was more intense and I slumped in my bonds, trying to will away the localized pain in my most sensitive parts. I looked up at Master Jason, who was standing there watching me cope with what he had inflicted on me. He smiled before putting his hand on the back of my head again, holding me still. His other hand wrapped around his dick and he aimed his softening member right at my O ring bound mouth. I couldn't move away from his piss, and it flowed into my mouth, down my throat, overflowing over me, all over my body and into the plastic container below me. It stung the flesh of my nipples and clit and I moaned but that only caused him to aim more at my hair, coating me in his piss. When he was done he shook the last drops off of himself and onto me. "That's all I wanted slut." He said, before closing the door again. ****** When the door opened again I was dry. But I was sticky and I smelled. My Master looked down at me. "God you're disgusting. Aren't you glad you flew all the way out here to get pissed on and sit in a tub of your own filth?" Obviously I couldn't reply, so I just dropped my head and nodded. Of course I was glad. I was being used how I've always dreamt of in my dark bedroom fantasies. And the reality was so much better. So much more exciting. I was almost dripping for want of whatever he would do to me next. It surprised me when he brought my handcuffs out of the lock and let my arms drop. "I'm not taking you out of the closet. You'll stink up my home. Turn around." By now the tub was dryish due to evaporation so there was no sloshing when I turned. I heard the iconic snap of plastic gloves being donned and then felt the latex as he forced me over more, so my ass was firm up in the air. "Still wet I see. What a good pet, getting all wet thinking of my cock and what it's going to do to you." I nodded enthusiastically. Maybe he'd finally fuck me and let me cum. I was so excited my legs were shaking again. I heard him kneel behind me, though not in the tub. He pulled my ass back towards him and two fingers were quickly inserted, rubbing lube around my hole inside and out. Then those two fingers started pumping and I moaned, the salvia dripping from my mouth. He spread his fingers, widening me as he fucked me with his hand. Then his other gloved hand started palpitating my pussy. Sliding one finger in every so often. 'To check for wetness' he said. He found no lack of it inside me. As soon as his fingers were gone his hands were on my hips and I was being pulled onto the fattest cock I'd ever taken in my life. He went slow but he refused to stop, refused to let me adjust. And within a minute seven inches of thick meat was inside me, filling me. I couldn't stop making noises. Soft whimpers, moans, gasps for air. My nipples were diamond hard and ultra sensitive to the metal teeth biting into them. I was on fire, he hadn't even moved yet and I wanted to cum. From being fucked in the ass no less! Then he started moving. In and out. All the way out till the tip of his cock rested against my asshole, then all the way in so his hairy balls rested against my pussy. So slow. So torturous. So amazing. He soon found that my ass could take all of him and he exploited me. Starting to pump in and out faster, but just as far out each time as the beginning, all the way to the balls when he was inside me. I started giving small grunts as his pace increased. I was forced to brace my hands against the closet wall to stop from hitting it. My cuffs rattled as he fucked me. And I couldn't control the drool running out of my gag. Nor the cunt juice coming from my pussy. Master Jason had incredible endurance. And my asshole was sore before he pulled out of me and grabbed my hair. I instantly swung around as he yanked me, positioning me supplicating before him, in my nasty tub with my head facing up towards him. "Stick your tongue out cunt, now!" I knew he was holding back his cum but couldn't for much longer and without thought my tongue stuck out and I was sprayed with hot jets of his cum directly onto my tongue. Some missed and hit my nose, but most landed in my mouth. "Swallow slut." He said, still holding my hair in a firm grip. I did my best to do so while having an O ring in my mouth, but I must have accomplished it well enough. "You are a dirty slut. And dirty sluts have dirty asses. Suck my cock clean whore." I had no choice. He had me by the hair. So I was instantly impaled again on his cock. Being forced to deep throat clean him. I grimaced at the foul taste and I heard him laugh. "You've been kneeling in tub of your own filth, you've been peed and cum on, get over the taste of your ass. I guarantee that with me, you'll taste a lot of it." His words made my pussy squeeze so tight I thought I was going to cum. "And you brought it all on yourself, you asked for this. Begged for it." I knew I had, and the combination of shame and desire was almost too hot to bear. Giving him a final couple of licks he used my hair to pull me into a kneeling position again, dragging my arms up and hooking me back into the ring again. I moaned in distress. He was going to leave me alone again and I hadn't cum! He had to know that I was going too long without it. And it was driving me crazy. When we had discussed orgasm control I had told him it would be too hard for me to go the weekend without cumming. And he had said 'Maybe next time.' He couldn't be doing it to me now! At most it had only been one day and I was already a sex starved whore. He knew that, that must be why he kept checking my pussy for wetness. He wanted to know what he was doing to me. Before the door closed once more his hands were around my face. So gentle. He was unbuckling the O ring gag from my mouth and I sighed with relief as my jaw was now able to close. I moaned in happiness, though I mourned the loss of the highly sexual object. "Not so fast." Master whispered before a black cock gag was before my eyes, and my torturous body was already opening my mouth to receive it. I whimpered as the three inch cock entered my mouth and settled on my tongue. The clip snicked shut with a very final sound. And then the door closed. Every hole of mine had had a cock except the one most begging for it. My pussy continued to drip. Harsh Phonecall For An Eager Slut "Take off your pants, slut," she heard Him say. Cradling the phone between her neck and shoulder, she quickly obeyed, gushing at His endearment for her, knowing He would use her hard. "If it pleases You, my Sir," she answered, as she wriggled free of her low-riders, leaving her bare from the waist down. "They're off, my Sir", she said. "I know they're off, bitch," he told her, his voice vaguely harsh. "When i give You something to do, i expect that it will be done immediately. Is this expecting too much of you?" He asked the question like it was a command, and a thrill ran through her. "Not if it does not please You, my Sir." she answered placatingly, standing in the middle of the room in only her dark purple bra and tank top, hugging her heavy breasts. Her nipples were hard, aching for attention, but her hands did not even move to stray. He would tell her where and when to touch herself, and He never left her wanting. "Good slut," He said, "Is your sex wet?" "If it pleases You, my Sir, it is very wet, my Sir. And thank You." she loved it when He told her she was good. So long as He was pleased with her, she was infinitely happy. "Good girl," he told her again. "On the bed, slut. MOVE!" She scrambled to obey, nearly tripping over herself in the process, her sex gushing at His commanding tone. "Wet, slut?" He asked her, as she knelt in the middle of the bed. "If it pleases You, my Sir," she breathed. "Good," he said, "I am pleased. Tell me where you are," He instructed her. "Kneeling, my Sir, on my bed." "What?" her mind raced for a second. she knew by his tone that he was not pleased, but had heard her. She cast about for what she might have done wrong, and realized her error quickly. "Your slut is kneeling in the middle of the bed, my Sir," she corrected. "Kneeling, slut?" He smiled to himself. she was an eager and intelligent girl, and He was happily surprised she was kneeling for Him. "If it pleases You, my Sir," she answered, desperately hoping that it would please Him. "This pleases Me," He said. "Perhaps i'll play with you tonight, little slut." she froze instantly, her breath catching, disappointed. she had assumed that He would play with her. He chuckled softly, laughing at her reaction. "You should have heard your breath freeze, slut," He said to her. "Do you want me to play with you, slut?" "If it pleases You, my Sir, yes. Your slut would like You to play with her tonight," she answered, hopefully. "What was that, slut?" "Please, my Sir," she answered, gushing, trembling at the thought of being denied. "If it pleases You, my Sir, please play with Your slut? Please, my Sir?" "Very well, slut. Three fingers, NOW! Hard and fast, into that greedy cunt," He said, harshly. she complied immediately, slamming her fingers inside of herself, wet noises reaching all the way to the receiver of the phone. her breath caught in her throat as she did so, and she heard her Sir "Hmm" in appreciation. she knew He loved her sounds, and it heightened her pleasure further, stoking her ferverent need to please Him. "Harder, slut," he demanded, "Did i tell you to fuck it gently?" She groaned and fucked in and out of her wet sex harder, scrambling her wits as she tried to figure out how to answer His question. Whether to say "If it pleases You, my Sir," to "harder," or "Not if it does not please You, my Sir," to the question of whether or not He'd asked her to fuck it getnly. He realized her conundrum, but enjoyed her squirming, enjoyed the opportunity to punish her, either way she answered. And He knew she enjoyed it, too, being caught between a rock and a hard place, like that. "Fingernail into your clit, NOW!" she obeyed immediately, yelping as the thin crescent met her tender flesh. "Ow, oh, oh," she breathed, unable to help herself, groaning in pain, moaning in pleasure. She calmed her breathing, feeling close to cumming, and knowing it would not please her Sir at all, were she to cum without His express permission. "Push that nail in harder, little slut, NOW!" she complied immediately, and again, yelped in response. "Ow!" she cried, panting, gushing and wishing she had had the sense to begin her begging earlier. "My Sir - " she breathed, trying to catch her breath, her heart beating wildly in her chest. He knew exactly what she wanted, and exactly how far He wanted to push her, so He cut off her request. "You little fucking slut. Whore. You enjoy that, don't you? You enjoy the pain, don't you, little whore?" He asked her, knowing full well that simply talking to her like this could bring her to orgasm, that making her say it back to him was a thrill that could set her eager little mind racing every time. "If it pleases You, my Sir," she answered, fighting her urge to cum, straining against the ripples building in her sex, radiating from behind her tortured clit. "my Sir," she began again, "my Sir, can Your-" Again, he cut her off. "Say it, whore, say You love the pain, slut. Tell me how You feel about being my little fucking whore." He demanded, loving the sharp intake of her breath as He did so, knowing full well that she was fighting tooth and nail to hold back her orgasm. "If it pleases You, my Sir," she gasped, moaning and gulping for air, "my Sir, i love the pain, my Sir, i love my fingernail digging into my clit, my Sir." she stopped speaking, her moans becoming whimpers, cries in her throat, accompanied by deep breaths drawn through clenched teeth and flared nostrils. "Ow, mmm, huuuh," she panted for a moment, "If it pleases You, my Sir, i love being Your little fucking whore, my Sir. my Sir, can Your little slut cum, please, my Sir? Please? Please, my Sir, please? Please?" He could hear the desperation in her voice, the overwhelming need to cum. "NO!" He said loudly, ensuring that she could hear Him over the noises coming from her own throat. "Curl your fingers and dig that fingernail in deep, slut! Fuck that cunt hard, My little whore." He laughed at the loud whimpers which greeted His answer. He loved making her hold back. He knew her orgasms were better when she did. Especially when coupled with his verbal barrage. He knew, too, despite her cries, that she loved torture of being denied, so long as she got to cum in the end. "You little fucking whore," he teased her, "You think i would let you cum that easily? You didn't answer me properly earlier, and now you're paying for it. Don't you think that's a wonderful idea, whore?" "Auh," she whimpered, desperate, aching, thrilling, "If it pleases You, my Sir, yes." she answered Him. "You wouldn't feel like a proper whore if i let You off so easily, and I take more pride in what I do to you than that. Spread those fingers, bitch." He smiled, knowing she both hated and secretly loved this command. It was hard on her fingers, and stretched her sex painfully, but she loved that pain. He knew this, knew it by her beautiful, horny whimpers, which were music to His ears. He wasn't sure which she loved more, the pain, which made her gush, or the act of submitting, itself. He sensed that He could phone her up at any moment and instruct her to do anything at all, and so long as it was in a harsh tone of voice, He suspected she'd gush. He loved this about her, loved her desire to please Him, her will to do His bidding, no matter what pain it brought her. He knew she loved the pain, though, too, and had known immediately, when T/they met, that she was a painslut, though she'd had no idea at the time, and vehemently denied it when asked. Her breathing came faster and harder, her fingers working hard and fast in and out of her soaking wet sex, her thumbnail grinding painfully into her clit, not quite able to escape impacting it every time her fingers pounded back into her. her moisture ran down each thigh and pooled on the bed at her knees, and she thought, delightedly, how happy He would be to see the twin wet-spots forming on the crisp, clean sheets. This thought nearly drove her over the edge, and she resumed her pleading, desperate for release. "Please, my Sir, please, please, can Your slut cum, please, my Sir? Pleeee-eee-eease, please, please, my Sir." He was satisfied with the desperation in her voice, but needed to add one more log to the fire for His own satisfaction. "Harder, slut! Fuck that greedy little cunt as if it were Me fucking You. Dig that nail in"" "Aaahhhhhh-ow!!" she cried, knowing He loved the sound of her cries, and truthfully, unable to help it anyways, "If" and she panted, "it" she gasped, moaning, fighting, "pleases You, my Sir," she rushed through the rest of the sentence, and tried desperately to think of anything else but the wet heat between her legs, the force of the need to orgasm crashing in her sex, desperate, demanding release. "CUM!" He instructed her, loudly, and she wailed, releasing her pent up desire, washing her sex and hand and thighs with her wetness, moaning and writhing as wave after wave rocked through her body, glowing with her efforts at having held back, and moaning in her joy at release. "Thank You, my Sir!" she cried as she came, almost sobbing, feeling happy and fulfilled. As she floated back down from where she'd exploded, it felt, into a million pieces, she heard Him saying to her, as if from some place far away... "You're far from done yet, slut. Lick those fingers clean and get them back inside of that cunt, NOW!" she happily, gratefully obeyed. Harsh Winter Winter came early and hard. After the first snow it only got worse. I'm a forty year old widow living on a fixed income in an old house that needs a lot of work. I thought we could get through the end of the year when I would get a small endowment from my husband's last job. My son Andrew is eighteen and needs a lot of clothing as he is growing like a weed. He is near six foot and is filling out like a football player. He also eats like a small horse. I do work part time at the truck stop checking the fuel counters and making sure we keep the tanks full. At this time of year it is very important to have enough fuel for the truckers. In one night we had two feet of snow blow in stopping all traffic in town with drifts three feet high more in some locations. My Phone was out and I could not get out of the house. Andrew tired to dig out but it was too much for him. We had enough food, gas for heat and had little choice but to ride it out until the road crews got us out. We do live a few miles out of town on country road with little service. Andy said he would walk to my mother's place. By road it is six miles but if one cuts across the fields and down along the creek it is only about two miles. My mother remarried three years ago and seems to be really happy. Mom is only sixty one and she found herself a nice man a few years younger than her that has said he is very happy with Mom and loves her deeply. Mom has hinted with out coming right out and saying so but she has given me the hint she has really great sex and lets Tony make love to her any place, any time and in any way he wants. I also got the idea that my Dad was not much of a lover. I take it Tony has shown Mom there are lots of ways to enjoy sex. I'm not sure but I don't think Mom ever had oral sex with my Dad. (God rest his poor old soul) I was over there one day and got a feeling Tony was looking forward to a blow job and maybe getting a little ass later that day. When I say ass, I mean fucking my dear Mom in the ass. She had gotten a little wider across the back side in the last few years. While my Dad may not have been into the whole sex thing my husband was and I loved him for all he taught me to enjoy. I was not a virgin when we married but all I ever did was get finger fucked a couple of times and gave Billy Hanks a few blow jobs. Jay (my dearly departed) taught me to enjoy oral sex. I loved sucking him off and I loved the feel of his cock swelling up in my mouth when he was ready to cum. He did not force me to do any thing I did not want to do. Over the years I came to enjoy all the wonders of sex. I would climax easily and often, I would scream for him to do more and tell him how much I liked what ever he was doing. I have had climaxes while I was sucking him off; I've climaxed just by him poking a finger into my ass. When he first introduced me to anal sex I was not too sure I wanted his cock up my ass. But it came to be a very welcome part of our sex life. One thing that really got me turned on was when he would lick me to a climax then quickly get me up on all fours and fuck me doggie to another climax either with his cock in my pussy or in my ass. Early on Jay would masturbate and when was ready to cum I would let him aim his cock at my open mouth and shoot cum on my face and into my mouth. He loved to watch me swallow and lick his cum off my lips. Twelve years into our marriage Jay started talking about getting with other couples and having open sex in a group. I was not so sure about this and was not willing to jump in right way. We did talk and we both got horny just talking about having sex with someone else in front on one another. A couple of times when we went out to dinner or shopping Jay would say crazy things like "I'd like to see you suck that guys cock." The guy might be young or old it did not make any difference. I got into this kind of roll playing and would talk sexy by telling him I would like to see him put his long thick cock up some ladies ass. We were in a store once and there was a young girl not more than nineteen with a wide well shaped ass. I said "Jay darling I'd love to see you fuck that sweet thing in the ass." He laughed and said "That's Wilma Bossmen she is your son's tutor. She is helping Andy with math in his last class of the day. I could ask her over to tutor him during the summer as well" I was surprised Jay knew more about her than I did. I said "Well maybe we can find someone a little older." Jay laughed. Jay had me just about willing to try this swinging group sex thing when he was killed in a work accident. The company went under shortly after that and that is why it has taken so long to get any money out of them. But I've been assured that by spring my life will a little easier. Andy got all bundled up and said he would take his show shoes and go see how Mom was doing and ask if we could come over as the water pipes were sure to freeze up soon. He was off before noon and said he would be back before dark. But I made him take a flash light just the same. Much to my surprise the phone rang. It was Andrew saying he was safe and would stay the night with Mom and Tony. I said that would be fine. Then Andy told me Tony had bought a Snow mobile and he and Tony would be over in the morning to pick me up. I said "Great." and hung up. I closed off part of the house and took a nap on the sofa. It was warm and I was tired even though I had done little this day. I quickly drifted off into world of white. I was in a long flat field all covered in white, not snow but just white. I was dressed in a thin night gown it was so light I could see right through it. I was looking around and heard the sound of a brook spilling over rocks. I could not see it so I walked toward the sound. There I saw the creek with swiftly moving water bubbling along. I was on a bank a few feet above the water. I looked up stream to see a young man standing knee deep in the free running water. He was naked. He had a beautiful body all muscular and well tanned. I could not take my eyes off him. He turned. I sucked in my breath as I saw his long cock in full erection. It was as beautiful as the rest of him. He smiled taking his wonderful cock in his hand he moved it back and forth, waving it at me while at the same time he seemed to be beckoning me to come closer. I did not move my feet or legs but I was some how gliding toward him. As I got closer I felt the warmth of him rise up and it sent a tingle through me. I was so hot I felt the wetness form along the lips of my pussy. My nipples got hard and I watched as he moved this foreskin back and forth. Covering the head of his thick hard cock and then letting the monster of a tip pop free for my enjoyment. He was teasing me much to my delight. His lips did not move but in my head I heard him say "Come to me my darling, come suck my cock. Let me fill your mouth with the nectar from my balls. Come feel my cock swell up in your mouth, know you are so sexy you make me aroused and want to cum for you. Come taste me taste the sweet nectar of cock. I was so close to him, I started to kneel before this god of a man. I wanted his cock in my mouth. I wanted to taste his semen, I wanted him to take my head in his hands and hold me while he fucked my mouth until he shot my mouth full of cum. I cried out "Oh, god fuck me. Fill my mouth." I jerked awake sitting up so fast I nearly fell off the sofa. Shaking the cob webs from my head I blinked to saw a shadow across the room. There smiling at me was Tony. He smiled and said nothing. He did however have his pants open and he was milking the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. His cock was long, thick and ribbed with muscle. The massive tip was as pointed as a spear. Tony sat looking at me smiling and just milking his wonderful cock. I thought "Mom no wonder you seem so pleased and happy." My eyes were fixed and unwavering. I was still so hot from the crazy dream my pussy was wetting through my panties. My nipples were hard and hurt from lack of attention. I needed so much to be touch, I wanted to feel a mans' hands of me. What had brought this on I have no idea. But I was ready for what ever was going to come my way. The terrible idea of my mother's husband; sitting across from me showing me his cock never popped into my aroused brain. All I wanted was to touch that cock, suck on the pointed tip and make him cum with my mouth. I don't now who moved first but the next thing I knew was that I was naked from the waist down and Tony had his cock in me ramming me like a jack hammer. I was getting a royal fucking and I was spurting cum around his cock wetting everything. It was like a river over flowing its banks there was no way to stop it. I mumbled "Oh, fuck oh fuck, fuck me." I had come twice when I felt Tony's cock swell and begin to pulsate. I screamed "don't cum in me." I could still get pregnant and I sure as hell did not need another child at my age. Tony pulled back, sucking his cock out of me. Grabbing Tony by the hips I pulled him up from between my legs taking is cock in my mouth just as he screamed filling my mouth with his cum. I had just gotten the best fucking of my life and was now tasting and swallowing the sweetest semen ever. Tony milked is cock of every drop and I happily swallowed it all. When he sat back his cock was still rock hard. I thought "My God how can he do this for a man of fifty six." Tony lifted his weight off me and twisted me around so I was on all fours. Tony rubbed his cock up along my wet dripping pussy a few times than pressed that pointed spare cock head to my ass. I started to say "No" when I felt his cock head slide into my puckered ass as easy as a knife through warm butter. Tony wiggled move back and forth a few times letting me feel the size of his cock. He took me by the hips and pushed slowly a little at a time. I was feeling a cock in my ass for the first time in six or seven years and I was so willing to accept it I relaxed and pushed back. I was full of cock and it felt so good, I was getting that feeling of wanting to climax again. I said "Tony, Tony Oh god it feels so good, Take it slow please." Just that quick I felt his massive cock swell again. How could he be so ready too cum again so quickly? I said "Tony do it, cum in my ass. Fuck my ass you wonderful man." That is when I heard a female voice say "Yes Tony fill her fucking ass." I was so close to my own third climax I did not care whose voice it was even though I knew if was my Mother's voice. I was caught fucking my mother's husband and as bad as that was I did not care or did I want Tony to stop. I wanted him to cum in my ass and I wanted to cum again. I was so greedy, so selfish, and so needy I screamed "Don't stop." Tony rammed his cock home filling my bowels with the hot semen from his cock. It was like a flame burning in me. I screamed again I was coming and did. Tony fell forward over my hips and as he did so his massive cock slide from me. Tony fell on his side and I turned to sit facing Mother. Mom was standing by the arch way smiling. Mom said "Tony has said for years how much he wanted to fuck you. Well I guess that's no more on his wish list." Mom did not sound mad, up set of even shocked. Then I saw my son Andrew looking around the door jam. He smiled and said "Wow Mom that was the greatest thing I've ever seen. Tony cum in your ass. Wow that is so great Gram told me all about how we would catch you and Tony fucking. Gram is so smart." I must have passed out; I was woken with a wet towel on my forehead. Mom was sitting next to me. I was still on the sofa but was now wrapped up in a blanket. Tony was drinking some thing and Andy was smiling like a clown. Hugging the blanket to me I sat waiting. Mom slowly told me over the next fifteen minutes how Jay my husband had been fucking my Mother for three years while trying to talk me into swinging. Mom was going to be our first threesome. Tony was dating Mom at that time and he would have happily joined it. Jay of coursed died and all was put on hold until the right time. I guess this was the right time. Andrew stepped up and said "Gram, tell Mom about us. Tell Mom how you and Tony have embraced me into your world of sex." I said "Mom; Really now; you're fucking my son, your won Grandson? What the fuck is going on?" Mom said "Nancy Jo. Your son is all man believe me. He maybe my Grandson but he is also a fine man with a most handsome cock. You should be proud of him. He loves to eat me while I suck on Tony's cock. You just sucked off my husband and let him fill you fucking ass with cum. So what is wrong with me sucking and fucking my Grandson? " I mumbled some thing but the words did not make any sense. Mom said "Boys come over here and show my daughter how we want to be a real family. Andy show your Mom that hard cock of yours and Tony dangle your cock in front of Nancy to remind her what she had up her ass a minute ago." My mind was going all haywire, crazy as hell, I blinked trying to think but all I could think of was my son fucking my mother, my husband had been fucking my mother. Mom's husband had just fucked me, I had sucked him off swallowing his cum then Tony my mother husband had fucked me in the ass, filled my with cum while Mother and my son watched. This had to be a fucking dream. But it was not a dream. Mom reached up and pulled Tony closer so his hard cock was there in front of me. I was the purple tip about to drip a drop of clear liquid. Mom's fingers circled is cock milking that drop while pulling me face closer. I blinked, looked up to see Andy smiling at me. I opened my mouth swallowing Tony's cock. Tony held my head and slowly fucked my mouth. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of his hot stiff cock sliding into and out of my mouth. Tony pulled back. Mom turned my head and just that quick I felt another cock fill my mouth. I knew, I knew and yet I did not resist. In some crazy way I welcomed my darling Andrew's cock. I embraced the taste, sucked it deep into my mouth and knew I would soon taste my sons' cum for the first time but surely not the last time. I was party of the family now and always. What a great joy this was and I was ready for this.