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His Toy

By: kayte



I remember how interested you were when I told you of the “Toy Party” you had permitted me to attend. You had given me permission to go and to pick up whatever interested me. I did not expect to be told a few weeks later that we would be attending a very special ‘toy party’.

After bathing, shaving, applying lotion everywhere; keeping myself smooth and soft as you desire me to be, it was time to style my hair, down as you like it. Now it was time to dress as you had told me too. Putting on a bra, skirt and blouse you had selected. Then it was time for the sandals. 

I slipped into the sandals you laid out and went into the other room where you were. I stood waiting for you to notice me. You looked up from your book and smiled and motioned me over and saying,

“Your Master wants you to wear this tonight as well.” 

I looked down on my play collar, the leather one with the D rings was in your hand. After kneeling down you lifted my hair and fastened the leather one over the dress collar worn all the time.

“Yes my slave, you will wear that as we go out together tonight” I nod and look down. You lift my chin and smiled at me. 

“You know I will always own you. I want all of them there tonight to know that too.”

As we drove to the event, I began to get more and more aroused just being with you and suffused with pride knowing you want them, whoever they are to know I am yours. You park in front of a house and indicate it is where we are going. You walk with me up the steps, holding me tightly to you. You smile down at me as the chime from the doorbell echoes through the place. I am looking straight ahead waiting for the door to open when you cover my eyes with a blindfold. 

“I will be with you my sweet, you don’t have anything to worry about. “ The door opens and a voice I don’t know greets you. You gently guide me in and tell me to just wait. I start to feel a little tense as your voices fade as the two of you walk into another part of the house. I breathe deeply, and settle myself, knowing you are here with me. That thought gives me all the comfort needed.

After a time you are back and you guide me to another room and have me kneel on a pillow there. I kneel with my legs apart, even with the skirt on, with back and neck straight. Since blindfolded I don’t have to lower my eyes but find I do out of habit, smiling briefly.

The doorbell chimes and I hear the sound of additional voices and then the sound of zippers being undone. I swallow, gulp even. Then the voices are discussing where to put things as the bags are unpacked. I relax again, didn’t realize how tense the sound of the zippers had made me. I also visualize my Master’s smile at my response to the sound of the zippers. 

The discussion is of oils, and bath salts and lotions, and all kinds of edibles. Then it moves to the discussion of toys….

Master, you mentioned to someone that a small table near me would be a good thing to have for the demonstrations. I feel your hand brush gently against my cheek. I lean into your touch, but do not move beyond that subtle shift. I remind myself I am with you and that you love me and will care for me. Again the doorbell chimes.

There is the sound of many men and women’s voices. They pause a moment as they come in, but then the chatter continues. I can only imagine they must have been startled a bit. There is the sound of drinks being served, snacks given out and people settling.

Then a voice starts out introducing himself as the sales consultant and then describing what they are attending. 

“There is a model here tonight for the demonstration of the effects of some of these items” the voice is saying. “You can feel them on your hands and all and imagine the response they will cause, but here is someone who will show you the affect they really have.”

I hear my Master say to the consultant, “We should prepare her for the demonstrations if you are all ready to get started.” 

I feel your hands on me and then guide me to stand up. You are removing my blouse slowly, standing behind me as you unbutton it and then slip it down my arms. You release the clasp on the bra, and cupping my breasts as you remove it, and then pinching the nipples. I find the jolts of your pinches traveling down to my cunt. Then I feel your hands at the skirt fastening. You release it and lower it, lifting one of my legs so I step out of it. I am now standing in front of these people blindfolded in your collar and a pair of sandals.

I also know I am so very wet. This has gotten me so turned on and actually nothing has happened. I am guided over to what feels like a low mat and assisted with lying down. 

“Now my pet, spread your arms out, and raise your feet up and rest them flat on the mat” 

Well, I am thinking guess I have no secrets from these people as I feel a bit of a breeze on my nipple, pussy and ass.

I feel something going around each wrist and then feel my arms tightened in position, all spread out. Then I feel a strap around my ankles and those too are fastened in place. 

The sales consultant has started talking again. I hear him talking about lubricants, he is saying,

“Even thought you can see how wet and ready she is, when toys are used a lubricant should always be used. We will be using this product; it has a spicy taste as well and adds a bit too any sensation. This is safe for anyplace on the body.” 

I feel a hand stoking my thigh, and then I feel a finger putting something on my clit and rubbing it on my lips and slipping into my pussy. Very quickly, but I gasp. I can start to feel a tingle, warmth. 

The hand is removed and the description of a toy starts by the consultant. 

“This is a rotating vibrator. It has many vibrating speeds and rotation speeds. See as I lift it you can see what it does. There is another one going around the room, but this one will be shown here.”

The sound of a vibe breaks across the room, I feel it on the inside of my thighs, stroking gently and then it moves up to my nipples and starts teasing them with the vibration. Slowly it is moved down to my pussy. I hear my Master’s voice ask. 

“Are you ok? Remember, you do not have My permission to cum. I will tell you when you may.”

I nod and the vibe starts on my outer lips. Already my hips are bucking a bit. I start to breathe a little faster. Soon it is teasing the entrance of my pussy and slowly slips in. I start to clasp it; the vibration sensations are so strong, so good. 


That continues for a bit and then the sales consultant’s voice starts up again. 

“Now you can see how she is getting aroused, as her Master is working the vibe alone, in and out. Perhaps teasing her clit with it on some strokes. Now, as he strokes it in all the way, he adds another control. He has started the rotation feature now.”


I had become one with the vibration sensation and the fucking of my pussy with the vibe. Suddenly it changes. It is moving around inside me. My entire body flexes with that. It is incredible. And as it rotates it is teasing my G’spot. I feel the toy fucking me, moving in and out and then rotating and twisting around inside me. 

I hear my Master’s chuckle and he then says 

“I bet the other speeds will be even better for you my lovely slut.” 

Then the vibrations become more intense and the rotation speed up incredibly. I feel myself getting wetter as he works the toy. I am clenching it with my pussy and flexing my hips wanting to keep it inside. I find myself pulling against the straps, just something to help me keep in control; I am becoming so hot, I know I will need permission to cum soon. Very soon in fact. 

Then the thought crosses my mind. Is he going to insist I beg, in front of all these people I can’t see? I make myself breathe, in and out as I am becoming more aroused, I know it will not be long. Perhaps he will let me when I ask.

“Master, may I cum, please”? I hear his chuckle and a reply from my Master.

“You are not ready yet my slut.” 

I am concentrating as he is continuing to fuck me with the toy, and then I realize he has found the spot where it does graze my G’spot as it rotates every time. 

“Oh PLEASE Master, I need to cum. PLEASE!!!” 

“Not yet” is all he says. With the vibration and the rotation working my pussy, and knowing I am on display for all I am forced to grimace and grind my teeth together. My hands are in fists and my nails are digging into the palms of my hands. More and more I feel the intensity of the toy, knowing all I am is a demonstration model. Now the pain from my nails is no longer enough to keep the urge down.

“MASTER!!! PLEASE let me cum. I am begging you. Your slut needs your permission to cum PLEASE!!!” I feel a hand pinching a nipple as I writhe even more. And then hear his voice asking. 

“Are you sure my slave?” 

“YES Master, your slave needs to cum. PLEASE …..” I feel a hand grip my leather collar. 

And then with his gentlest yet most powerful of voices I hear him say. 

“Why don’t you cum for Me?”

That is all it takes. I am exploding as I cum. Screaming out, pumping my hips again and again as I can’t control any of it. I know he is watching me. Then the toy is slowly pulled out as I slow down and come less violently. Collapsing and then I hear the toy shut off. 

I am lying there, catching my breath, starting to slow my breathing. I feel hands behind my head and the blindfold is removed. I blink to adjust to the light and find myself looking into his smiling face. 

“Thank you Master.” I whisper to him.

I feel his hand stroking my cheek and then gently stroking down my side. I hear him saying. 

“I love you my treasured little slut. You please Me so very much.”

His Toy



I hear the door open below and I smile. You are early or I've taken to long, either way I know I may not have time to finish before you reach the bedroom.

"Where are you, Toy?" I don't answer. It will make it worse but I am to far gone. I continue to piston the two fingers in and out of my sopping wet pussy, and rub my engorged clit with my other hand. I am panting, working hard to come as I hear you hit the second floor landing. "TOY, do NOT make me ask again!" So close, I can't possible answer you, my voice would give me away so I just keep at it. I hear the low growl come from you and before I have time to look up and smile, you yank both my hands over my head. I whimper, thrashing around, whining that I just needed a minute more. My eyes make contact with yours and I hold my tongue. "Wise decision, slut, probably the only one you have made today!" I smile at you, lowering my eyes to your chin.

"Yes, Sir, thank you." You drag me off the bed and head for the wall cuffs, slamming me hard, I keep quiet but I take a moment run one of my feet up the inside of your leg.

"You really are pushing your luck, Toy." I just nod at you but your breath has sped up a bit so I lose the smile. You shackle me to the wall and walk off. My clit is throbbing just watching you storm around the room and I take the unsupervised moment to rub my legs together. You turn, walking towards me and I feel the hairbrush smack my thigh before I see it in your hand. I jerk and you kneel down, shackling my feet, my last hope to cum, stolen from me.

You stand up and grab my hair, brushing it up into a top knot. Looping something around the base then braiding it up, I hear the familiar click of the D-ring hooking to the loop and my head is pulled up straight until I am on my tippy toes to keep the my hair from be yanked. Tying off the rope attached to my hair, you walk over, loosen the chain and spin me around, quickly making them biting tight once more. Without hesitation I feel that brush that I both love and hate come cracking down on my ass cheek. I squirm. Your voice is low and soft, not a good sigh. "Hold still, Toy, you wanted this." I hear you rustling around behind me and my ankle is grabbed. The ballet boot goes on snuggly; you lace it like a pro. In minutes you have both of them and I am forced on my tippy toes, ankles straining. 

The smile has left my face. I hate these boots and I know how far I have pushed you that I've been put into them. You remain on your knees and start to use the brush once more, smacking up and down both legs, the inside of my thighs. I struggle to hold still and remain quiet but as a blow lands on my now cherry red ass, I yelp loudly. "Oh, now that one was real." You stand up, hand rubbing over the redness you've created with one hand, the other sliding between my legs to glide a finger into me. "As I thought, as wet as when I began. What do you say, Toy?"

"Thank you, Sir." You laugh, reaching around and hefting my tits, wrapping some rope around them tightly, the blood restricted before you even finish the finally knot. "Mmm, such a well formed, Toy I have." You flick my nipples hard and I cringe, moaning softly. "It's time to use that mouth of yours, Toy." You set about lowering me to the floor, my hair still pulled tight. You take out a blindfold and I whine. "You shouldn't have been bad. I know how you like to watch me strip but bad Toys just get darkness." I want to yank my head away from the blindfold but I'm tied to tight and one last whimper is all I get. More rustling is heard and then the familiar feel of your cock being pressed to my lips. "Work it well, Toy, you never know where I will be putting it and your spit is the only lube you get!" I open my mouth and accept you in willingly. I can't move much but this isn't about that. You fuck my face hard, denying me any fun I may take in the slow licking or teasing of a prolonged blowjob. You batter my mouth with your hardness and I make moaning noises as your precum hit's my tongue. 

My hair is your handle and spittle runs down my chin as you pump away. You give an extra tug on sore scalp and I am tempted to press my teeth down a bit but as if sensing this you snarl. "Don't!" I press my tongue up to make the friction tighter and look up at you, eyes full of innocence. You just shake your head and continue to pump. I do my best to suck hard, the suction sound filling the air as you move, my tongue catching just the very underside under the head and you hiss, "Enough"! You pull yourself free and with a few tugs I am on my knees, ass in the air, head jerked back uncomfortably by my hair. There was never any doubt what you were going to do. I sealed that by masturbating when you told me not too. I feel a hand on each of my ass cheeks and the head of your cock is pressed firmly to my tight hole. You reach under me and rub my clit a few times, muttering, "Relax." And I obey. I take a few deep breaths and as I let the second one out you press hard, the familiar burn accompanied by your low hiss, is all that fills my mind.

Your hand grabs my hair once more and the other starts to slowly stroke my clit. I moan, pushing back against you, ignoring the burn, the pain giving way to the rhythm of your fingers. "Don't you dare cum, Toy! Not until I give you permission." I whimper.

"Yes, Sir, thank you." I contract my ass, squeezing you harder, working to give you so much pleasure that you will forget you are mad at me. You chuckle, you know what I am up too and I receive a sharp smack on the ass for it.

"Don't rush me, Toy!"

"I would never, Sir. You just feel so good." I know you aren't buying it but your hips move faster and the sound of your flesh hitting mine makes me groan. I sigh as you release my hair and I am so into the pounding that I almost miss the smell of menthol. I cringe and start to beg. "No please, Sir. I will be good." But you laugh, laying much of your body on me like a weight putting strain on the rope entwined in my hair, you whisper in my ear, your hand moving away from my clit.

"You always say you will be good when you get caught, Toy. One day I may believe you." And your finger is back, the muscle rub dabbed lightly on my clit, starting to make it heat up immediately. I jerk back into you hard and get the satisfaction of a grunt from you. You sit up and start to fuck my ass with abandon. I'm lost in sensations, trying to think of anything but my burning clit, and the need to cum. You buck one last time with a loud guttural sound close to a growl, filling my ass with your seed.

"Now Sir, may I cum?" But I've asked to soon, I know this, you've not finished those finally satisfied thrusts, your voice says it all.

"Will you never learn? No, Toy you may not cum yet." You are annoyed; I've interrupted when I should have been quiet. You reach under and my tortured clit is rubbed fast and hard. It takes all my willpower to not just float away on the wave that has built inside me. You move away, pulling yourself to your feet in front of my face. You grip the blindfold and yank it free.

"Clean me, Toy and if you do it well, I may let you cum." I hate this too and you know it I see it in your eyes, that same satisfied look you always get because you know I will. I will do it because I will do anything for you. I take you into mouth, ignoring the dank taste of my body mixed with your cum and suck you clean. This time you take great care to pull out and allow my tongue to lick along each side, the smile never leaves your face. I do so, I look up at you and I suck our combined tastes from the cock I love and my pussy stays sopping wet. You know this. My smell has mixed in the air and when you are sure you are clean, you reach down and start to untie my tits. I can't hold back the scream as the blood rushes to them and you take great care to pinch both nipples.  You grab my hair, tugging it, I am breathing hard as you get it loose. 

I still don't know if you will let me cum or if you are just getting read to tie me in another way. I almost start to cry as you reach around to rub my clit saying, "Someday you will learn, Toy but until then, I will enjoy teaching you. Now, cum for me"! And I do. I scream your name and babble thank you until I can barely hold myself up.



His Toy



She knocked on the door and waited, still nervous despite it not being her first visit. He opened the door and smiled at her, standing aside and letting her in, moving across so that he could shut the door behind her. She stood still and let him pass her, looking up at him as he did. His massive 6 feet 3 inch frame towering over her own 5 feet 2 inches. He smiled down at her and gathered her close, wrapping his arms around her and enclosing her, she breathed deeply, the smell of him and fresh laundry, burying her head in his chest. She snuggled against his towelling robe.

They stood silently wrapped in each other, the only noise was the sound of the fridge chilling. Taking a deep breath she looked up at him, he looked at her and smiled.

"Hello." she said and stood on her toes and kissed him.

His arms came around her and pulled her close, kissing her deeply, his tongue sliding into her mouth, exploring, his arms tightening around her even more. He broke their kiss and smiled at her, a kind of sideways smile, she knew what was coming. He let her go.

"Strip." One word, curtly delivered as he watched her. 

He stood back and watched as she took off her clothing one layer at a time, folding it and putting it on the shelf by the door, finally taking her shoes off and leaving them neatly stored. Standing naked she waited, watching as he pulled himself to his full height, taking in a deep breath, his cock nudging the edge of his robe. Her body, round, folds creasing down her back, her large breasts sagging slightly, her stomach large, made his breath catch. He loved his women big and this one was large, smooth and round, everything he wanted.

"Crawl." Nothing more. Nothing more was needed. 

She quickly got to her knees and waited for him to move. He turned and went down the hallway, she followed him on her knees, not looking up, simply following his feet as he walked towards the bedroom. He stopped at the door and stood to one side, she stopped at the side of him, her head against him, his hand reaching down and stroking his hair.

"In." Another single word. She complied.

He followed her into the room and closed the door, standing behind her, watching her wide backside as she crawled across the room towards the bed. Her stomach swung pendulously as her large thighs hit it, her breasts swinging the same way. Normally she would be excruciatingly embarrasssed at the thought of what she was doing, but this man, this complete bear of a man made her feel like no other had for a very long time, safe, secure, wanted. She had no thought for what she looked like, just a simple desire to please. They were play partners, nothing more, but his dominance easily slipped into their days together as did her submissiveness.

"Get on the bed." He growled as he removed his robe. His cock stood proud as he watched her crawl onto the bed.

Unable to contain himself any longer he took hold of her ankles and twisted them until she had no choice but to turn on her back. Not stopping to make sure she was comfortable or fully on the bed he spread her legs wide. She yelped as he pushed them to their widest extent and beyond, ignoring her he moved in and stood with the tip of his cock at the entrance to her already soaked cunt. She was always ready for him, always eager to accommodate and please. He slid into her with ease, bending his knees slightly as he did, making sure he was able to get full access and thankful, not for the first time, that his bed was so high.

Looking up she watched him, his arms holding her wide, making the muscles on the insides of her large thighs scream, his large frame and stomach against hers, she loved watching him as he fucked her, a fierce need on his face, watching himself as his cock slid in and out of her, her cunt depositing juices all over his cock and she shivered as it ran down over her ass. He watched her, her stomach moving fluidly, her breasts in time with it as she moaned loudly, her large thighs wobbling, driving him on, his need for her taking him. He slammed into her cunt, over and over, each stroke harder than the last, more wanton, more needy. 

A myriad of thoughts went through his mind as he watched her, suddenly wanting to do everything all at once, needing to take her and use her, abuse her and cherish her all at once. He pulled out of her abruptly and leaned over. Grabbing her hair he pulled her upright and then forward, pulling her into him. Her mouth opened automatically and she took him deeply into her mouth, his width making her open her mouth wide, as he pushed and pushed, making her gag on him, her chest heaving as she took him as deeply as possible. Pulling out of her she coughed as he threw her backwards on the bed, taking her ankles again and pushing her legs up again. Ramming himself into her once more, he let go of her ankles and she wrapped her legs around his hips as much as she could. 

Leaning forward he put his hand on her throat. Panic rose in her and she tried to twist away. He hushed her softly but continued to stroke into her, his hand just resting on her neck, not moving at all as he continued to take her. As he fucked her he slowly tightened his hand around her throat, she watched him, his face calm and in control as she gave herself over to him, lifting her head, closing her eyes as he listened to her moans. Her hand came up and closed over his, pressing him into her throat, blocking her airway, the tingle of oxygen starvation running through her body, hightening her need, her arousal, making her hypersensitive to everything. As he stroked into her she started to see spots, his other hand pinched her nipples hard as she attempted to moan, her body squirming under his as she looked up at him again. 

"Cum for me." he said. "Now."

She obeyed without question. Letting herself go she felt her orgasm run through her deeply, years of training with previous Doms had taught her how to keep her orgasm at bay until told otherwise and now she let it course through her, her cunt swelling to grip his cock tightly, her hands reaching forward to pull at his arm fruitlessly. He was not about to let go until her orgasm had passed, if she passed out, so be it. Her body convulsed as he watched, each shudder wracking her deeply, his hand still around her throat, her breasts and stomach swaying back and forth in ripples. He pulled out, looking at her, his cock twitching, his breath shuddering as his need ran through him.

"Turn over. NOW." He growled.

She flipped herself onto her stomach, lifting herself as she moved, her stomach dropping, her breasts hanging. She parted her knees and lowered her shoulders to the bed waiting for him, her legs open, her cunt and ass fully exposed to him. Moving himself in behind her, he positioned himself between her calves. Sliding his hard cock between her cunt lips he made himself wet once more, before sliding up, bringing it with him to sit with the tip of his cock against her tight puckered asshole.

"Push back slut." He said, his voice shaking slightly, his breath coming deeply.

She bowed her head and closed her eyes. Not obeying was not an option. Gritting her teeth she pushed back against him, feeling her tight ass opening to him. She moaned deeply as he did, taking him slowly, his girth stretching her completely. She stopped to let her ass get used to it but he wasn't about to stop. He pushed into her hard, once, twice, she screamed in pain as he pushed into her, but still he pushed. She wanted to stop but didn't, a combination of need to obey and a need to feel the pain. She called his name, sobbing, begging him to stop but knowing he wouldn't. Her tears drove him on harder, his cock buried deep in her ass, stroking, over and over, slamming into her. His balls tightened and he growled as he filled her with his stream of cum. Under him she shuddered as he fell towards her, still moving inside her slowly, stroking himself into her, filling her. He leant forward and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her with him as he moved onto his side. His softened cock now leaving her.

Curled up together, he wrapped his arms around her tightly, pulling her into him. She wriggled her backside into him as his fingers trailed over her stomach, making her moan softly and ripple against him, his face buried in her neck. She closed her eyes and turned herself inwards, her nipples hurt, her cunt felt bruised and her ass was both sore and aching, but every single ache and pain was welcomed, made her feel wanted, needed, cherished. She longed to ask him to mark her but the words caught in her mind, not wanting to push the boundaries of what they already had, not wanting to change the status quo. She contented herself instead with cherishing his arms around her, his hands on her, tracing absent whorls over her skin, her backside and back again. He kissed the back of her neck.

"I love your skin," he said softly. "So smooth, so soft, pliable."

She smiled and giggled, turning half towards him, smiling at him. She leant over and kissed him softly, moaning as she always did, kisses were more to her than sex was. They had the ability to bring her to her knees and take her to places that she only remembered in dreams, she loved kissing and she especially loved kissing him. She nuzzled her backside into him, putting her legs over his hips, wriggling herself closer. He moaned, a creamy growl leaving him as her backside squirmed into his softened cock, his arms tightening around her once more, a mischevious grin spreading across her face.

Abruptly he turned and got off the bed. Walking across the room he looked in a drawer and pulled something out. She watched him quizzically as he did, wondering what he had in store for her next. Turning, he bent down and plugged something into the wall and then stood and looked at her.

"Close your eyes and open your legs." He said.

She did as she was told and was rewarded with a buzzing sound. Feeling his weight getting on the bed he leant over and applied something to her cunt. She moaned and squirmed against him, lifting her hips towards him.

"Don't move or I will make sure you can't." He commanded.

She lay still and felt him get on the bed at the side of her. Curling in close, he pressed the large vibrator down onto her clit, she moaned again and bit her bottom lip.

"This," he whispered, "is my wand."

She moaned.

"Do you like it?" a smile was in his words.

She nodded and squirmed again. He tutted.

"Close your legs on it, tightly." He growled.

She closed her legs and her hips automatically started to move, moving the buzz around her clit, moaning softly as she did, his hands occupied on her skin, her breasts, his breath warm on her shoulder as he watched her. One of her hands came down to hold the wand, he caught it in his and very precisely put it back at the side of her body. Her knees came up as she humped the wand, the vibrations running through her. Her orgasm was swift and deep, travelling through her from top to toe before she had a chance to breathe fully. Unseen at the side of her he lay, watching, enjoying her.

Removing the wand, he deliberately ran a finger across her super sensitive clit, his nail scraping. She whimpered as he did and squirmed into him. Her eyes opened and she turned her face to him again, watching as he kissed her softly. She purred and curled into him. He growled in her ear, suddenly taken by need.

"Turn over you slut."

She rolled onto her side and then her stomach, he moved behind her ample backside and smacked it hard, she moaned and squirmed back towards him, her thighs parting for him as she wiggled her bum, inviting him to slap her again wordlessly. He raised his hand and brought it down hard, over and over until her backside was red with imprints. His hands moved to her hips and pulled her into him. His hard cock nudged at her cunt lips and she pushed herself back into him, his cock sliding up and down her, soaking him. As she moved forward again, he lined his cock up with her cunt and nudged her opening. With one thrust he slid deeply into her, their moans echoing each other. Once, twice he moved into her deeply and then pulled out and buried his cock deeply in her ass once more. 

This time she moaned deeply, her ass relaxing, still on the waves of her orgasm, she was able to take him deeply, his balls slapping against her once more. As he pistoned into her, expletives flowed from his mouth.

"You fucking dirty little bitch, you love it don't you?" he said visciously.

Unable to form words she just moaned her assent.

"Little whore." His breathing hard, grunts leaving him as he fucked her hard.

She moaned and squirmed, her hands on the wall, pushing back against him hard, slamming into him, almost crying with need of him. He reached forward and grabbed a handful of hair, making her moan even deeper, pulling her head forward to increase the pain of him. He pulled out of her ass and pulled her hair hard, pulling her up towards him. 

Not letting go of her he climbed off the bed and walked around it, she had no choice but to follow it, kneeling in the middle of the bed, her stomach swinging, her breasts swaying. Reaching over he grabbed the blindfold that he had been looking for. Pulling her forward he pulled her off the bed until she was standing upright. His hand still wound in her hair he put his face level with hers.

"Sit." he commanded.

She sat on the edge of the bed and he let go of her. He put the blindfold on her and her world went dark. Tightening it around the back of her head he buckled it up then grabbed her hair again and pulled her down towards him.

"Suck, cunt." He said as he pushed her down on his cock.

Her mouth opened and she took his girth into her. With no thought of her he simply skull fucked her. Thrust after thrust over and over. She put her tongue out and licked his balls as she took him throat deep into her mouth. He moaned and thrust harder and deeper, his free hand pinching at her nipples, digging his nails in, making her moan around his cock. Letting go of her hair and nipples he locked his fingers at the back of her head and rammed himself in deeply. She gagged but took him, unable to breathe once more. 

Feeling his balls tightening he knew it would only be a matter of time before he came. Thrusting into her he held his cock where it was, blocking her airway as she tried to breathe around him. Her hands came up in and tried to push him away but he was too big to move. He pushed her head down onto him further, balls deep in her throat he groaned, knowing he needed to pull out but not wanting to. Pulling back she took a big gasp of air and pulled all the way back coughing.

"Like that bitch?" He spat.

She nodded mutely and he pushed her back on the bed, She lay back and waited for him. Grabbing her legs once more he lifted them and pushed them open wide. Her muscles screamed in protest once more at being spread so wide and she tried to wriggle back to ease the pressure. He growled and she stilled, her backside on the edge of the bed. Standing close to her once more he thrust his cock deeply into her soaking wet cunt, eliciting a deep moan from her as she felt herself stretched to full capacity once more, her breasts swimming back and forth, her stomach doing the same. Lying in darkness she could only imagine the expression on his face, she knew it would be one of determination.

Reaching forward he placed his hand around her neck and slowly started squeezing as he watched her body move fluidly under him, her large stomach, breasts and thighs drove him on, his for the taking, his fuck toy. Pistoning into her he tightened his grip on her throat, squeezing and squeezing. In his mind all he ever wanted to do was rape her, lose control of himself in her, he knew she would take it if he did, she was as needy as he was. Her hand came up and rested over his, her signal that he was getting close to the mark. She never protested, never told him to stop but he knew she had her signals that he had reached the threshold, this was one of them.

Keeping his grip on her throat, he fucked her hard and deep, her strangled moans driving him on, his own grunts and growls as he fucked her making her cunt contract around him. He felt her cunt ripple the length of his cock and his balls tightened, with 3 final thrusts he rammed his cock home, the final one ramming against her cervix, taking her breath away completely as he emptied his cum deep inside her, his hand tightening a little more aroud her throat. Small thrusts followed as each spurt of cum found its home, his mellow growls of satisfaction as he watched her hand tighten over his, her nails dig in as she attempted to make him release. He had no intention of doing so until he was sated. 

Standing watching her, his cock pulsating inside her cunt, he took pleasure in her need to be released. 

"What do you say?" he asked, a note of cruelty in his voice.

"Please." she whispered

"Good slut." He replied and immediately released his grip on her throat.

Letting her go, her feet dropped to the floor, her breathing coming in gasps as she filled her lungs again. He took hold of her hand and pulled her upright. She sat quietly as he took off the blindfold and she looked up at him. Pulling her to her feet her gathered her in once more, kissing the top of her head gently.

"Bed." He said softly, his voice like cream.

She moved to the side of the bed and got in it, he followed her and opened his arms to her. She immediately moved into them and held onto him tightly. Lying still he stroked her hair, both of them simply content just to be. After some time he spoke.

"I don't know what it is about you that simply makes me want to rape you, take you, break you completely." he said

She looked at him and smiled.

"I'm yours to take, do with as you will. We both know the limits, we both know the rules, other than those we can do as we wish."

He kissed her and looked at the clock.

"Its time." he said with a little regret.

"Nooooooo" she said and buried herself in him.

"Come on, you know you have to get back." he said gently

"I know I do. I'm up." she said, resigned. 

She followed him off the bed and went to the bathroom. When she came out he had got her clothes and put them on the bed. She stood and dressed while he watched, covering up the skin he loved to touch. Turning, she looked at him and smiled shrugging.

"Ok, ready to go." she said.

He turned and walked out of the bedroom and she followed. At the front door he hugged her close once more and kissed her. She picked up the bag and opened the door.

"I'll see you soon." He said as she let herself out..

Smiling, she nodded and turned to walk back to her car, not looking back, she heard the door close behind her and she went back to reality.



His Treasure



Angel was riding in a train to finally go and be in the arms of her Master. She looked out the window of the train, her mind thinking of meeting him. She had waited for this moment oh so long. Finally, in a few hours she would be there. Her excitement was building, but so was her nervousness --- not fear --- just the nervousness of how things will go. She thought of the instructions he had given her. She tried to remember if she packed all he had told her to. She laughed to herself, "Sure hope you have, girl. For it is to late now." Thinking of the toys he told her to bring and some of his other instructions excited her. 

She could feel her pussy becoming more moist just thinking of these things. Master had not let her cum for the last week, saying he wanted her built up for their first time together. This didn't mean he had not played with her or made her play alone for him, it only meant she had not cum, which was even worse. Her body longed so badly to cum, and these thoughts were not helping her. She tried not to think, but just being so close to meeting with her Master was all it took to make her body need.

She felt her heartbeat speed up as the conductors said it would be 20 minutes till in the town she was going to. She also felt her body becoming even more excited that in a short while she would be in his arms.

The train finally pulled up at the station and she got off. Her Master had given her instructions as to what to do from here. She found a pay phone, called a taxi, and went to the hotel. She checked into the hotel and went to her room with the bellboy, who was to carry her bags and make sure she got in the room. 

On the elevator she could feel him looking at her. Master had told her to wear her short black miniskirt and a very sheer low cut black shirt. He liked others to see what is his and covet it. She could tell, by how the bellboy kept looking down her shirt, that this sure was his feeling. She smiled to herself.

After he carried her bags into the room, he went on telling her where things were. She knew he was only doing this to stay longer. She thanked him and handed him a tip, then started to unpack her things.

Getting out the toy bag, she took out the toys and arranged them on the dresser as Master had told her to do. She then unpacked her personal items and took them into bathroom. She started to run warm water into the tub, then added her bath bubbles for long bubble bath that Master had instructed her to do. 

She was to take a long bath and play for him but not to cum. She undressed and got into the tub. Her mind and body were so excited. She put some shower gel in her hand and started massaging her breasts slowly, pinching her nipples, and playing with her breasts. Her mind was imagining that in just a short time they would be Master's hands touching her.

She was laid back in tub and slowly let her hand move down her body. She rubbed her clit slowly and let her fingers run up and down her slit, not going inside herself for Master had warned her not to do so. She was to play for at least 15 minutes. As she lay there playing and thinking of her Master, before she even realized how close she was, she felt her pussy tightening up getting so close to cumming. She stopped and thought wow that was close. By now it had been almost 30 minutes since she got there. She got out of tub, placed a towel around her and went back out to main room.

Master at first had wanted her totally naked, kneeling in middle of bed. But then he saw how this made her feel uneasy, so he had agreed she could wear the short sheer silk black gown she had bought last week. It only came to where pussy started and was cut so low; you could see most of her large breasts. The gown was so sheer, you could see her nipples through it but still it made her feel a little more at ease. She knew it would not stay on long anyways. She dried herself off, put on the gown and took another look around room; to be sure all was as he had told her for it to be.

She then went to the phone and called him. He answered the phone and she said the only thing he had told her to say, "Your Angel girl is here, Master."

He said, "Thank You, My girl. Master will be there soon."

They hung up and she made sure the door was unlocked and then sat down on the bed. She moved to the middle of bed and kneeled with her legs parted, head lowered, arms at side and waited for her Master.

She heard the door open but knew not to look up. She could see his legs as he walked close to the bed. She knew not to look up till he told her to and not to speak till he greeted her or asked her a question. It was so hard to follow these rules. Here was her Master, only inches away from her for the first time. She fought so hard to keep her position and not to break his rules.

He was at end of bed; she could feel his eyes looking at her. He walked to each side of the bed looking at his submissive and her body that is now his. He reached out and touched her hair softly, running his hands through it slowly. 

His touch got to be more firm and she felt him pulling her head back slowly by her hair. She let her body relax as he did so. He pulled her only part way back she could now see his face; it was so hard not to speak looking up at her Master whom she loved so much. With his other hand he started feeling her breast through the sheer silk gown... slowly running his hand over them exploring... then firmly squeezing them. She moaned softly under her breath. 

He moved his hand from her breast and she felt the pillow against her back. He pulled her back so her body was now leaning against it, making her gown move up even more. He let her hair go and moved that hand back to her breast. He then sat down on the edge of the bed, and started moving his hand slowly down, raising her gown even more as he done so. He let his fingers explore her belly; his touch was driving her insane and her pussy was getting wetter each minute.

When his fingers reached the top of her shaven pussy she had to bite her bottom lip so as not to moan out loud. His fingers slowly moved down to her clit which he took between his fingers and pinched lightly, letting his fingers move down her slit... feeling how wet she was. Oh god! how she longed for him to speak to her so she could stop trying so hard to keep her moans inside. His fingers teased her as he slowly moved them around her wet pussy hole... in circles... oh god! she thought, how much more can i stand. 

Her body wanted to cum just at his touch and her moans were getting harder to keep inside. she could almost taste the blood from biting her lip so hard. She felt him push two fingers inside and heard him ask, "Who's is this my girl?" 

With that her moans came out and she said, "Yours Master. Yours."

"To do as I want with, my girl?" he asked as he slowly moved his fingers inside her.

"Yes, Masterrrrrrrrrr. Yes!" she said through her moans.

He slowly pulled his fingers out and brought them to her lips. She opened her mouth and accepted them, slowly sucking her own juices from them. He pulled them out slowly and leaned over and kissed her passionately. "Hello, my angel girl," he said when their lips parted from the kiss.

"Hello, my Master," she said, her breathing still very fast from his touches.

"Your Master is so very pleased by his girl, and so proud of her," he said.

She smiled and said, "Thank you, Master."

He said, "I love your smile, girl. And your Master loves you."

She said, "I love You Master."

He took her by the hand and helped her sit back up where she had been kneeling. He then moved to where he had been sitting on the end of the bed. He placed his hand under her chin, raising her head so that she was looking at him. He said, "Oh yes. There is my beautiful girl."

She smiled.

He told her to stay still while he got up off the bed and went to the dresser to look over the toys. Since his back was to her, she wondered what he would be getting. When he walked back to the bed all he had were two silk scarves.

Angel thought, hmm... interesting... with all he had to choose from... But she just smiled at her Master. 

He sat back down on the bed and reached over, kissing her softly on the lips. He whispered, "I love you, my girl."

He kissed her deeply as his hands moved slowly down her body to the edge of her gown. He stopped kissing her and slowly pulled up on her gown. He knew his sub was very self-conscious about her body and especially her breasts. As he raised her gown slowly, he looked into her eyes. He said, "You are beautiful, my angel. Just relax."

She smiled softly.

He told her to raise her arms up, which she did. He slowly pulled the gown off of her by pulling it up and over her head, not giving her a chance to react as he knew she would, putting her arms across her chest. He pushed her gently down on the bed, holding her arms above her head. he pulled one over to the head board and wrapped the silk scarf around it and tied it. she had already moved her other arm to head board. He smiled.

"Good girl" he said and tied the other one.

He now moved his body over hers and was kissing her, his hands gently caressing her tied arms.

He moved his kisses down to her neck, kissing gently. Then moved to her ear and whispered, "I love you, my beautiful girl."

His kisses worked back around to front of her neck and slowly down to her breast. He took one in his hand and holding it, began to kiss. It seemed to her that he wanted to kiss every inch of her. Yet his lips had been certain not to touch her nipples.

Her body was tingling, wanting him so badly. His mouth worked from one breast to the other with these kisses. She was expecting him to bite or nibble or pinch. His gentle kisses, though they felt wonderful, were not what her mind and body expected, making them even more exciting.

She felt his tongue licking her left nipple, his mouth closing around it. He was still kissing. Only now he was kissing very deeply with his tongue, moving over her nipple as if French-kissing it. This sent waves of tingles through her body. She had never felt anyone do this to her nipple before. He kept changing from the gentle kisses to her breast --- first one then the other --- to the wonderfully deep kissing of her nipples. Her moans were getting louder with each moment. His soft gentle kisses started moving down her body to her belly. His tongue circled her belly button, and licked around it. His kisses were moving lower. Her body was longing for him to take her and use her. 

He looked up at her. "I love you, my treasure," he said as he lowered his head back down.

She said, "I love you, Master." She felt him kissing the top of her pussy. Oh! How this made the inside so wet. She felt him slowly suck her clit into his mouth, sucking so gently on it.

She moaned and begged, "Please Master, take what is yours."

He never said a word --- he just kept moving his mouth down her pussy, sucking it gently, kissing it, and licking his tongue up and down her slit. He moved his tongue in circles around her wet warm pussy hole, but never let it even brush the inside. Her moans were such sweet sounds to his ears.

He could hear her begging, "Please Master. You are making your girl so wet. Please take her."

He loved how wonderful she sounded and he himself was getting so hard, but no. He would not take her, yet. She was going to see first how gentle her Master could be. He was going to show her what it felt like to be made loved to.

He stopped and stood up next to the bed, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She watched, wanting him so badly, and thinking, "God! I wish he would not tease me so." 

He opened his shirt and started to take it off. She loved his chest --- so nice and firm and she longed to run her fingers through the hair there. But for now her hands were tied. and she was dieing for him to take her, use her, consume her. 

He unzipped his pants and pulled them down slowly. As he slowly pulled down his shorts, angel's eyes never left his crotch. She had waited so long to see her Master this way. He grinned at her knowing he was teasing her mind now too, and not just her body. For he knew how badly she wanted to see her Master's cock up close like this. He eased them down slowly. As he did, his cock began to show. Angel gasped at how wonderful and large and hard her Master was.

He just grinned and said, "See? Master did not lie."

She smiled and said, "No. He did not."

He eased his body back over her. She could feel his cock on her and she wanted him inside her so badly. But he was not going to make it that easy for her. He kissed her again, passionately, and started his slow wonderful torture of pleasure kisses to her body again. This time it felt even slower to angel. She wanted him so badly. Once again he was back at her pussy with his wonderful sweet mouth kissing and licking and torturing her.

"Please God! Master, please fuck your slave," she begged.

He looked up and smiled, "No, my girl. No. Master is not going to fuck his slave."

She looked at him confused. "What Master?" she asked.

He moved back up her body and to her lips. As he looked into her eyes, he said again, "I said, I am not going to fuck my slave."

She could feel his cock against her wet pussy as she listened to his words.

He continued, "Not now." "Master is not going to fuck his slave," he repeated. Then added, "Master is going to make love to his treasure first." With these words he kissed her and she felt his cock at her opening slowly pushing inside her.

She was moaning. Though he was kissing her, he could still hear the soft moans escaping her lips. As his cock slowly pushed into her warm wet pussy, her body tried moving to push him in further. But his weight stopped her. When he was fully inside her, he just stopped moving and enjoyed feeling her pussy around him --- something he himself had much longed for. He whispered in her ear, "You feel so great wrapped around me, my treasure."

He started to move with a slow gentle movement inside her. Slowly making love to her moving his cock in and out with nice long gentle strokes. he could feel her tightening and knew how much she needed to cum. he knew that he himself would not last long. How great this felt to his body, mind and soul to finally be making love to her... he whispered, "I love you."

She answered through her soft moans, "I love you."

He picked up the pace, working in and out of her yet still very gently. He felt himself building, getting so close to cumming. Her pussy walls tightened around him. He felt his cum working it's way up his cock and said, "Cum with me, my treasure. Cum with your Master."

Their bodies seemed to be in perfect timing. As her Master was releasing his cum deep inside her, she was climaxing so hard, that her pussy seemed to be pulling his cum from his cock. Her pussy seemed to be vibrating inside from the feeling. They both were breathing so hard --- their bodies tingling --- their minds tingling, as they became one together --- their cum mixing inside her. They again, in perfect timing, spoke the words, "I love you."

They both just laid there, their bodies, minds and souls now one, neither seeming to want to ever move or part from this feeling of oneness.



His Trick, Her Treat!



There is this house on the corner of my street that does a haunted house every year. Now it's not one of those simple ones with touchy feely guess what's in the container games but one of the ones that could scare the shit out of you. Lucy and her boyfriend Darian were planning to attend her annual work party. Lucy was not looking forward to bobbing for apples in beer. Plus that silly game of who was in the costume mask. After working there for 5 years Lucy knew who they were from their voices coming from behind the masks. Overall she was picturing how unadventurous the party was going to be again this year. Darian wouldn't have fun but would go to make her happy. Then her phone rings.

"Hey Luc, I can't make it tonight after all." Darian says through the phone.

"Oh no! You don't sound so well Dar. Is there anything I can bring for you? I don't need to go to the party either." Concern in her voice obvious as she speaks.

"No Lucy I couldn't ask you to do that. Go have fun without me and then call me to tell me all about it," He adds reassuringly.

"Ok babe. I hope you feel better and I'll check on you later," She tells him as she hangs up.

Sighing in front of the mirror. Lucy continues to get ready. This year she had searched around to find something out of her comfort zone. Something that would make her look super sexy because she was usually quite conservative. In fact everything she did was conservative. She always dressed the part, looked the part and of course acted the part. Except this year she told Darian that she had to find something that wasn't like her. After a couple costume stores they finally found the right costume. Sexy devil! It had fishnet stockings, with a bustier type top and a little skirt that barely covered her ass but damn it was cute. She looked damn hot in it even. 

She grabbed the clutch she had picked out for herself and started to walk out her door. She stopped to rethink her costume though. It wasn't like she liked looking 'slutty' but it did give her a rush she hadn't felt before. Maybe people would take notice of her for a change. She could carry it only so far as a fantasy. Lucy had to admit she was disappointed that Darian wouldn't see her in it tonight. He had almost taken her in the change room when he saw her try it on. She had hoped to tempt him from afar all night with some teasing.

Sighing again she throws caution to the wind and walks out the door. Standing in the short hallway, she locks the door to her apartment. She can feel someone watching her, hears kids giggling around the corner as they get ready to trick-or-treat and she looks up to see a man across the hall looking at her. His eyes travel slowly over her body. Smiling at him she takes the attention and saunters down the hall, being sure to sway her hips back and forth for effect. He watches her until she steps on the elevator; she could feel his eyes on her ass, then move up her back. To prove that she knew she turned his way, peeked her head out the elevators and gave the guy the sexiest smile she could. Then grinning all the way down to the lobby, she walks out with her head held high, in a good mood. 

She walks out the door and has to jump back as a group of kids go running by and almost take her out. Laughing she looks both ways and then steps onto the sidewalk. Taking a deep breath, she inhales the pungent stale warm air. Record highs for this year have people grateful that just a small sweater is all they need while outside. She smiles as she starts to walk and sees some kids having fun up the street. 

The party is being held at a small convention center about three blocks from her house. Lucy picks up the pace, the darkness surrounding her; everything suddenly seems eery. She looks up to concentrate on the night sky as she walks, seeing the moon and stars with the clouds rolling by. It was comparable to a spooky Halloween night.... laughing to herself she walks to the front door and goes inside the convention center. 

The elevator opens, she steps in and then pushes the button for the third floor where the party is to be held. The doors are almost open when a hand reaches in and stops the door from closing. Shrieking was the only reaction she had, then laughed as the doors slowly reopen and reveal one of her co workers. She was a little jumpy tonight, must be the Halloween night or maybe the full moon that made her sensitive.

Turning to her co worker she strikes up a casual conversation and then notices that he is staring at her body. Not looking at her face but running his eyes over her body as his mouth responds. 

Grinning wide she motions to her face, "Hey my face is up here, you know!"

The poor guy, who to most would be considered a stereo typical nerd with his thick-rimmed glasses and pen protector, blushed then stumbled out the elevator. Lucy had to chuckle to herself because she was sure that even under the costume he had hard-on. Shaking her head she walks off the elevator as it reaches the third floor. 

Stopping just outside the elevator, she looks at all the people with costumes on. One guy looks like a very furry werewolf. Then her eyes take in a man that has on a costume resembling a prince, he is quite handsome, then a woman takes his arm and Lucy moves her eyes over the rest of the crowd, to take inventory of the people.

She moves to the section of co workers that she considers friends, who are with their boyfriends. They're all around the same age and are relatively attractive. She gets there and hears one of them whistle loudly at her. 

"Wow Lucy! That is an amazing costume, way to break out of your shell girl." Says one of the women as she approaches.

Lucy feels her face flush but does the polite thing and mutters a thank you. She stands there close to them and then mingles a bit. Felling rather bored after a couple hours she looks around again to see if anyone new has arrived. The attention the dress is getting her seems to be the only thing worthy of making this a decent party. 

Lucy makes the excuse that her head hurts and says her goodbyes. She moves to the restroom and then out to the elevator. On the way down she is picturing a glass of wine and soft music as she curls up on the corner of her couch. Not paying attention she is jarred by the ding of the door as it opens. She steps out and walks out the front door but gets the strange feeling that someone is following her.

Walking a bit faster with her ears perked up to listen carefully, she is sure that footsteps could be heard if she was being followed. She looks behind her and sees a shadow. Again she picks up her pace to a jogging speed. Finally she sees her street. It's close and she needs to get there. The shadow is closer when she looks back one last time. In the moonlight the shadow looks like a tall strong man.

Lucy sees the haunted house and decides it's closer to go in there. She runs up the walk and begins to wonder if it's a good idea. The person following her has her terrified, so she goes into the haunted house and jumps with a scream echoing throughout as she brushes against a ghost hanging from the ceiling. Thinking to herself that isn't the best way to hide she bites down on her tongue and giggles a little for the silliness of it all.

Taking in her surroundings, waiting for her eyes to adjust, she sees some more hanging ghosts. A corridor branches off around a corner so she walks that way hoping that it leads into the house, and perhaps a neighbor who can help. Walking slowly with her hand out in front of her, she pauses to glance over her shoulder to see if HE is closer. Exhaling when no one is there she turns to walk a little further when someone grabs her from behind, and she feels his arms tighten around her as a hand closes over her mouth. Her attempted screams are muffled and rendered pointless.

Lucy's heart is pounding hard in her chest, and concentrating on the constant thump of it helps her try to steady herself. Struggling to get free, wiggling hard and kicking with her feet, she thrashes around in the strong arms that seem to be holding so tight they are squeezing the air out of her.

As she inhales sharply she smells the aroma of sweat and some sort of manly cologne. It's familiar but she can't place it. Where the hell is Darian when she needs him? Her heel finally hits one of his legs and the attacker cries out.

His anger fuels him and he growls at her as he uses his body to hold her still and takes something out of his pocket then ties the cloth around her mouth and tightens it behind her head so she can't scream through it. His hands take hers behind her back and something is tied tightly around them. Another soft cloth is placed on her eyes and it goes dark for her. She isn't sure what to do now so with desperation she whimpers from under the gag and struggles a little more as she still flails about hoping to catch him off guard.

He growls at her again. His grip on her arms tighten then get softer while he traces her shoulder with a finger. Shivers erupt through her as his finger explores her skin. She is frozen as he leans over and kisses her gently where his finger is now circling just next to her shoulder blade. She is trapped, the man has her and there really isn't anything she can do to help herself.

Gulping loudly, she whimpers again about escape. She is numb, not wiggling around anymore because it was futile. All she could do was be completely still and hope that he didn't do horrible things to her. His hands and lips were still caressing her shoulders, taking turns working over one then the other. He was using great care and time to spend on her, like he cared for her. She was special for some reason. Her mind reeling with ways to use that information. She lifts her knees up to her chest as best she can, since she was sitting on the floor in front of him. Then she takes one of her knees and starts to caress his leg with it. 

He notices his leg being rubbed and moans softly as he again kisses her shoulder. This time he includes a little rasp of his teeth. Lucy cringes but keeps the smile on her face, just in case he could sense her feelings. Then she realizes that her nipples are hard, sticking straight out, and her shirt did not hide them well. She is shocked; why would her body react like this. Then, as if he knew what she was trying to hide he reached around with both hands and pinched those hard nipples. He gave them such a pinch that Lucy cried out through the gag

He started to chuckle; it was evil and low in his throat. He was enjoying this all a little too much, but Lucy realized while playing along. Pretending she liked it could be the only thing that could help her out. Then he took her nipples and pressed his fingers together again causing her tender flesh to sting.

Lucy was determined though and instead of crying out she started to moan, sweet and soft through the gag. The attacker caught on quick and started to do other things to gauge Lucy's reaction. He nipped at her neck and shoulder, then he pinched her nipples, tugged on her hair and then his hands continued to caress her. 

He slowly moved around to stand in front of her and she watched as he ran his hand over his body. She was taking in every part of him; he had on a mask, so she couldn't see his face but she looked over his body. There was something familiar about his shape, but she just couldn't place what it was. In the back of her mind she started to go through a list of people she thought she may know that would do this to her. She was pulled to her feet with a strong arm around her waist holding her as the other arm started to strip her of her clothes. 

First he took off the bottoms to her costume, sliding them down and off her foot with great care. Smoothing his hand over her stocking-covered leg as he went back up to take off the panties. He stopped when he got there and inhaled sharply. Then rubbed the silk of her panties against the folds of her pussy. For the first time Lucy felt the wetness that had built up. Her body was enjoying this almost as much as the attacker. She was being betrayed by her own body. 

She inhales sharply and smells the fog from the haunted house, the way the attacker smells and takes inventory of her body's reaction. Her nipples are taut, and her clit is rock hard and pulsing. Her pussy is leaking juices, and the moment takes hold as her eyes are closed, her hands move over every inch with a slow smooth movement. Running over and then tweaking parts as they explore. Then she opens her eyes to look down at her nipples, about to pinch them hard, but realizes that the attacker is watching her hands every move. His head following her movements, she smiles, continues and when the moment is right she tries to free herself again.

No use. He still has her bound tightly, and the knots are not giving an inch. Then he leans down and whispers in her ear, "That's right Luc, struggle a little. It makes me want you more." 

Then suddenly she knew what this was all about. That voice, she knew it well. It was Darian, her boyfriend! He had kidnapped her and wanted to use her. It was like her ultimate fantasy. Smiling she turned her face to him and kissed him passionately hard. Inhaling his smell as her body reacted more. Then his hands were all over her, rubbing, pinching, all she could do was moan. The gag still firmly in place didn't allow for her thoughts to be shared but she knew that he would do just as she needed. He knew her well.

Her thoughts were brought back to what was happening when she felt him slap her clit, his palm stinging her skin as it struck. Her sensitive nub standing at full attention, her lips red and swollen. He was not being gentle, and she loved every minute of it. He held her hard clit and twirled it between his thumb and his index finger, lifting his fingers and then returning them as he tugged at it. He moved to her nipples with the same assault he had done to her clit. 

She squirmed again, writhing with excitement and arousal. Staying in the moment as he blissfully teased and taunted. She was whimpering with each touch or stroke of his fingers. The roughness of the pinching and pulling made her so wet, she could smell her own arousal, her release was close. She tried to grind into his fingers as they again stroked over her clit. 

He looked at her and said with a stern voice, "Not yet my pretty girl. I won't have you cum until I say you may."

Loud whimpers and sighs escape from her mouth as she feels his hand run up and linger in front of her nose. Her scent filling her nostrils, she feels more liquid trickle from her pussy. Lucy moves to lick her lips and is startled when she tastes the fabric of her gag. Growling her displeasure she is quickly told to hush. Then the blind fold is slowly removed, she opens her eyes and sees her Darian standing before her. Naked as well, she wonders when he got naked and how she didn't notice. He was magnificent naked, 

Starting at his feet, she slowly takes every part of him into her sights until she is pulled out of her exploration by his tug on her hair. He throws her on a mattress face down, she bounces and turns her head to the side, seeing him kneels down beside her. His cock harder then she thinks she has ever seen it, his eyes watching hers as he again speaks to her in a low tone, "Ready or not here I cum!" 

Her body reacts in a way she never thought possible, her body is tense, on the edge and she knows one slight touch from him will have her release pouring out onto the mattress. His hands run over her, then she feels the heat of his body over her. Her hands still clasped behind her back, he is leaning on her lower body as his hands work to untie her. She feels the knot come undone and she pushes her hands up and moves to push up off the mattress. 

She tries to turn around and face him but he is faster then she is and with a disgruntled sigh he says, "No way Luc, you are mine. You will do as I say, how I say."

She gulps as he pulls her hands above her head, and reties them. She struggles again until she discovers the futility. Darian is stronger then her, always has been and she finds it sexy that he is asserting himself, dominant in how he takes her. Oh no, she can't hold it back anymore, just thinking of how he is controlling her. How she is at his mercy but wants to please him. The cum runs out of her pussy and on to the mattress as her body shivers, then she contently sighs through her gag. 

He gets upset and turns her around on the mattress. In a very harsh tone he looks at her and speaks. "I did not tell you to cum. I don't remember you asking permission. There will be a punishment for that."

Before she knows it, she is on all fours and he is smacking her ass. Once, then twice, and the third comes down with a thwap so hard she is sure someone somewhere must have heard it. Her ass is stinging, she moves from side to side trying to ignore the sting. He takes one hand and leans it down on her back. She is held in place as once again he begins the torture on her, the other hand continues to spank her. Then as his hand stops he rubs with a gentle blow from his mouth to ease the sting. 

"I left a red mark here!" He claims as he points to the redness. His finger gently caressing her ass where he marked her.

Darian is rock hard, his cock is swollen and throbbing. Her reaction to him being rough is killing him. He trails his finger from her welted ass down to her asshole. Then leans into her and pushes saliva from his mouth onto her ass. Watching it dribble down around his finger he uses it to stick his finger tip inside. She screams from the shock and wriggles around. He spreads her knees further apart with his knee and sees her pussy glistening below where his hand is. His finger inches into her ass more then swirls around, feeling her tight opening cling to his finger. 

Holding her hip with one hand as he begins pushing his finger into her ass all the way to his knuckle, he tickles her drenched pussy with the head of his cock. Lucy is moving to meet him, trying to get his cock inside her. His need is so great he lets her wriggle her pussy to accept his cock, then he rams one fast hard stroke into her deep. His engorged head rubbing along her walls and womb. She feels so tight and his finger now working inside her ass can feel his cock through the thin lining that separates the two delicious cracks. 

He can't help but run his finger along that lining to feel his cock moving in and out of her pussy. He pulls out almost to the tip and then slams back into her. She cries out with a muffled high pitched tone sounding through the gag. That throws him over the edge and he cums buried deep inside her. Holding her against him as the last of his seed is spilled, she moans gently and sighs. He waits a couple extra minutes, his arm around her waist to hold her up, then slides his cock out of her and rolls her on her side. He slips in behind her and wraps his arms tightly around as they spoon. He unties her hands and then she removes the gag, turns to him and kisses him with great passion.

"That was amazing Dar, how in the world did you know I would like that so much?" She asks as they break the kiss.

"You've dropped hints along the way Luc. I would be awfully dumb not to get it." He replies with a soft kiss to her head and then relaxes into the mattress. "Happy Halloween Lucy, my love!"



His Trouble with Glass



Sitting in the courtroom, accused of wanton destruction of property James Alton could only rest his head on his hand and daydream. The case had degenerated into an endless flow of paperwork and legal moves. His court appointed lawyer hoped to make a name for himself on this case, so he continued to draw out a hopeless cause. James had given up.

Throughout his lifetime he lived with a strange and dangerous affinity to glass. Because of this he stayed in trouble. Never sure if it was the polished smooth hardness of its surface, the clear transparency of its form, or the sparkling reflections it cast, he was inextricably drawn to glass. Through the years, whenever his parents heard the crash of glass, he was nearby. As the baseball smashed through the hallway window, he held the bat, as the football bounced through the basement storm door, he stood at the kicking tee, and as the shards and slivers crashed at his feet, he stood at the door with bloody knuckles. As he grew, the stigma stayed with him as glass shattered more times than he could count on both hands.

Strangely, no one else in his family broke glass; he was the only one. In trying to understand this curse, he tried to remember his earliest life experiences. After much consideration he decided it all started when he was about 4 years old. His earliest childhood memory was also his first episode with glass and his first lie.

James' brother Rick, about three years younger than he, still slept in a crib. The crib was positioned beneath a wide window that lit the entire room and gave a wonderful view of their back yard. James was too short to see out of the window unless he climbed into Rick's crib.

Rick had just started walking and James took great joy in climbing into his crib, boosting his brother out and then watching him go to wake their parents. They were so amazed that Rick could escape the crib at that age. Anyway, during one of his "escapes" James spotted the window. At that age, the backyard was a very special place, and this window let him spy out onto an endless land of fun.

While gazing at the backyard, he became aware of the glass. It seemed a strange substance, which was almost invisible, felt cold on cold days, hot on hot days, but didn't let in the wind or rain. Clear like water, the glass didn't move or get him wet.

James quickly learned about glass and windows. He could soon open the window, remove the screen and climb in and out of the window. With the window open he could toss things in and out. A secret part of the house became his, his alone. James' affinity with glass was born. Sadly, his curse was soon born too.

During those days, he was still not tall enough for a lot of things, so he needed a footstool, or something like a footstool to get what and where he wanted. Of all the things he used as a footstool, the Sears and Roebuck Catalogue was his favorite. It was nice and tall, and when he finished with it, he could look at all the wonderful stuff inside.

Well it wasn't long before James got his two favorite things together: his window and the catalogue. It seemed an excellent combination. The catalogue let him stand high and look further out the window, and the window gave him light to look at the catalogue. James remained happy for a while, until he began wondering. He'd watched small objects bounce off the window, and small objects go outside when the window was open. He decided to experiment.

The window was closed, so tried to bounce the catalogue off the glass. He balanced himself in the crib and lightly tossed it against the window. It bounced onto the bed. He then noticed the sun glittering off a long, crooked line in the glass. From all his toys and things, James understood about "broken" and quickly climbed out of the crib.

Hearing the noise, James' mother rushed into the room and immediately saw the cracked glass. "What happened to the window?" she asked.

As nonchalantly as possible he replied, "Ricky broke it. He took the book and broke the glass." James told the lie so casually and completely without guilt that somehow his mother let him get away with it.

As she silently wandered back towards the living room, James smiled proudly. He had learned two lessons that day. The first was that glass breaks and he would need to be careful, and the second was that little brothers are good for something.

Looking back on it now though, it is obvious it all started there. A single remorseless lie turned the world of glass against him and James has been in trouble ever since.

"Stand up now, the judge is about to rule," James heard his lawyer whisper to him.

"Oh, finally?"

"Yes, now stand up and look humble."

The judge looked at James, then at the prosecutor, and then back at James's lawyer. "Given the mitigating circumstances in this case, I am sentencing you to a one year probated sentence." The judge banged his gavel twice and turned to leave the room.

"I can't believe you got me off," James said, reaching so shake his lawyer's hand.

Then the courtroom seemed to suddenly go silent as James' sleeve caught on the pitcher of water. In slow motion, James saw the judge grimmace, then saw his lawyer wince as the pitcher fell off the table and crashed onto the floor.

"I don't care if you are my nephew," shouted the judge, "get your client out of here before I have him arrested for breaking parole. Hell, he's broken everything else!"

James quickly followed his lawyer out of the courtroom, lamenting the two lessons he learned so long ago.



His Truck



Working the early shift at a grocery store has its advantages and disadvantages. One huge disadvantage is having to wake up at the butt crack of dawn, although you get the benefit of going home early and enjoying the rest of your day. This is a story that involves the working of the early shift. The wake up call sucked, but the afternoon off was one of the best experiences of my life.

It was about 11 in the morning; I'd been working since 6 (ugh). Im talking with a coworker and texting a friend at the same time (when we were allowed to text at least). 

*buzz, buzz* Hey sexy

Hey hun, what up?

*buzz, buzz* Nm what u doing'?

Nm just workin' ugh.

*buzz, buzz* Can I come see u? I wanna get a tea ;)

Haha sure hun. See ya when u get here :)

Now I'll admit... I had the hots for this guy when I first met him and I still have the hots for him to this day, almost three years later. He walks in and luckily we aren't very busy so I venture around with him facing shelves and what not. He buys his tea and we go outside and chat for a bit.

"God baby girl, you look hot in those jeans!" 

"Ha-ha I knew you would like them. Are you headed home?"

"No, not yet. I was hoping to hang out with you for a little bit after work. Are you free?"

"Hell yea I'm free. Just need to call and let my ride know im gonna hang out." At this point, I have butterflies the size of dragons in my stomach... Especially since we had been kissing and he had grabbed my ass a few times and rubbed between my legs. And, for the record, no, this was not our first rodeo...

I go back inside after getting a kiss and he gets in his truck and waits. The end of my shift couldn't get there quick enough. I had made my call to my ride a while before my shift was over so the moment I clocked out I was hanging out with him.

I hop in the truck and he kisses me again and we drive off. A few miles up the road, on the outskirts of town, we pull off into a wide open area. We sit there talking about work and life and what have you while listening to the radio. The song "Why" by Jason Aldean comes on and I start singing along, the only time I've ever sang in front of a guy I had a huge crush on. After the song is over we cuddle and talk some more, all the while watching traffic drive by behind us.

Next thing I know, I am kissing him again. God he makes me melt with his kisses. Kissing is also a huge turn on for me, so I felt myself getting wetter by the second. I turn to face him and lean against my door. He grabs a couple jackets and covers the windows as best as he could... I knew what was gonna happen and was so excited and scared about getting caught at the same time.

He starts rubbing my legs and I relax with him. He leans in and kisses my again as he rubs my pussy through my pants. Softly I moan as he breaks the kiss and unfastens my pants. "Mm mm baby girl you are so wet," he says as he pulls my pants off and sees how transparent and wet my panties are. Biting my lip, I nod. He pushes my panties aside, feeling my wetness. I shiver under his touch. He pulls my panties off and leans down, slowly he slides his tongue along the slit of my pussy, making me gasp. He parts my lips and licks, gently sucking on my clit. I sit there motionless, not entirely used to have my pussy licked and sucked on. "You taste so good baby," he whispers to me as he sits back up.

Watching him closely, he starts rubbing my clit slowly, making me shiver and jump. Then he moves his hand down, speaking softly as he starts to slide a finger inside my love hole. I moan as he groans, telling me how he loves the feeling of my tight wet pussy. He starts finger fucking me, talking dirty as he inserts a third finger, then a fourth. In shock, I gasp, having never been filled like that. He continues talking naughtily and pumping his fingers in and out.

"Does that feel good baby?" he asks as I moan softly, unable to speak and only nodding my head. He continues and speeds up his rhythm, asking "Are you gonna cum for me baby girl?" I nod as I close my eyes, letting the feeling of pleasure take over while listening to his coaxing to make me cum. A few instances later, im moaning like never before, louder than I have ever moaned with a guy before, and I felt it. The orgasm hit me like a freight train! I feel my cum run out all over his hand. He removes his fingers and just looks at the juice all over them while I calm down and come to the realization that he just gave me my first true orgasm. (sure I cum when I masturbate but he is the first guy to make me cum.)

He then unfastens his pants, letting me watch as he starts jerking his rock hard cock with his cum covered hand. He then puts my left leg back over the seat of the truck as he lays on me, slowly sliding his hard dick inside my still quivering pussy. "Oh fuck baby," I moan as he starts pumping his cock in and out. Both of us breathing heavily, moaning in ecstasy. It doesn't take long before he gets ready to cum, so he pulls out and jerks that rigid cock til he squirts his load all over my thighs and outer pussy lips. We both sit back and catch our breath as I take my panties and wipe off his cum.

"Damn baby girl! Do you mind if I smoke after that," he asks breathlessly. I chuckle and say go for it as I get dressed. Shortly after, we head to my house where he drops me off, kisses my forehead and heads home. I will remember that experience til I die.



His True Self



Note: While the name of the protagonist is the same, this story is not a sequel or prequel to my story Virgin No More. It's much closer to the truth of my actual first time than the other though.

I parked my car in the driveway with a slight sense of resignation, not wanting to be here. I was at my former co-worker Donald's place for dinner, agreed to in a moment of weakness a few days prior. I had just told everyone in the office, I work in urban planning, that I was leaving for a promotion in a different building, and I couldn't politely fend off the invite.

Donald is 35, and gay. Not flaming like the two guys on Modern Family, but he's definitely out. He's prone to flirting with any younger guy (I'm 27) that didn't openly have a girlfriend. I wasn't spared that, but he was never harassing about it. I've been single for about a year, recovering after a bad breakup (a ring was declined, let's put it that way). 

"Hi Jim, come on in." He had met me at the door before I knocked, dressed in a dress shirt and jeans, similar to my outfit. Donald is my height, 6' tall, and is about 10 pounds less than my 180.

I walked inside Donald's house, bottle of wine in hand, looking around as people do when they're in an unfamiliar home.

"Very classy, you have good taste." Lots of interesting prints on the wall, and the place smelled of apples.

"Thanks, I minored in Art Design, so I'm not totally an amateur at this. And thanks for the wine."

I handed it over, a bottle my father, a restaurant owner, recommended.

"You're welcome, and thanks for the invite...who's in the kitchen?" I'd heard some clanking that was a bit louder than a pet could do.

"Oh that's my housemate Laura. I'm sorry, I forgot to mention she'd be here."

"That's okay, the more the merrier." I knew it was cliché as soon as it left my mouth, but the damage was done. And I figured it would herd off more flirting from Donald if someone else was there. I'd never heard of Laura, and wondered if she was a lesbian, as he led me to the kitchen.

Well whatever she was, she was big. Laura is 5'9 or so, and 300 pounds if she's an ounce. A blonde with a pleasant smile, she used that smile to greet me as she extended a hand.

"Hi Jim, welcome."

"Thanks, nice to meet you Laura. It smells great in here." 

Our handshake didn't linger, though I was now wondering if I was being set up for her, not him. She had a dress on, not quite qualifying as a mummu, but it was nice enough. She was barefoot, and I briefly noticed that her toes and nails looked professionally done, purple.

"Thanks, dinner will be ready in 10 minutes or so."

She was pretty clearly giving me the once over, her smile not fading a bit. I smiled politely back, the good smells helped, as I again wondered what had possessed me to do agree to this night. 

Donald showed me around a bit, as we compared notes about our various offices. We both work for the city, just in different departments now, and different buildings. I was glad to hear things about my old co-workers, and he seemed to enjoy being the one to tell me about them.

Dinner was salmon, with some kind of honey lemon sauce, and it was delicious. It's cliché that heavy people (should) know how to cook, but it's true here. Laura laughingly denied going to culinary school when I asked, and the three of us talked about cooking mostly during the meal. I dabble at it, mostly when I'm single as I like to experiment. After about 30 minutes of food and conversation, Donald said:

"Let's leave the dishes, I'll put them in the dishwasher later. On to the living room, just follow Laura."

With a glass of wine in my hand, I followed my hostess into the living room. It was dominated by a huge couch, three seat leather, and all the usual electronic paraphernalia. The TV is huge, even bigger than the one that is my indulgence (I drive an old car, but have a great television). 

She set up coasters, and sat down on the right side of the couch. I figured that I was to be in the middle, it would be rude of me to sit far away from her, so I eased down next to Laura.

"Jim, you mind if I ask you a personal question?"

"I'm a Libra."

That got me a laugh.

"So am I actually, but that's not what I was going to ask."

We'd avoided the dating angle the entire meal, I'd not asked about them, nor had they about me. But I got the feeling that was about to change.

"Fire away, you deserve an answer after that great meal."

"Are you gay or bi?"

"Not to my knowledge, no."

Not unequivocal, but true. I waited for a follow-up, or a smile, but instead just got a nod, as she took a sip of her wine.

"Are you?" My policy on personal queries is, don't ask if you don't want to tell.

"I've experimented in the past, in college, but not anymore."

"Didn't like it?"

"Not as much as I thought I might, but it wasn't too bad. Always good to try new things."

A heavy hint, pun intended, but Donald came in right then, so the subject was dropped. Donald turned on the TV, where the Food Network was on, Chopped was about to end. I've watched it in the past, so I'm not unfamiliar with it. As it ended, I drained the rest of my wine, still only my 2nd glass, and excused myself to go to the bathroom. Once in there, I did my business, and then checked my watch: 8:15. I wondered how much longer I should stay, though I wasn't having a bad time. I decided to stay til at least 9:00, unless I got a hint from them that the night was over.

Returning to the living room, I was a few steps from the couch when I was intercepted by Laura. Donald was changing channels, as she casually put her hand on my shoulder.

"I hope you're having a good time tonight Jim, it's great to finally meet you."

"I am, thanks, the food and company have been superb." Her remark made me wonder how much Donald had been talking about me.

"Glad to hear it."

With that, she leaned in, and before I knew it, kissed me on the mouth. My mouth immediately opened in surprise, and Laura's tongue slid right inside. The hand on my shoulder moved to the back of my head, and held it in place as we kissed for about 30 seconds. My own tongue acted on instinct, and was fully engaged right away, as it felt great. And it did, this woman kissed like a master...mistress...whichever. I was rock hard instantly, and she could feel that even if we weren't in a clinch.

She eased off with a smile.

"Always kiss the cook." 

She sat back down, while I quickly looked to Donald for his reaction. He was smiling, though not looking at me as he continued to flip channels. I took my place, as he found a movie that he liked on one of the pay channels. It was Love Actually, which I like a lot too. But as I sat there, I was on pins and needles waiting for another move...and not sure if I wanted one. The kiss was fan-fucking-tastic, but the last thing I needed was for my cock to make promises that my brain wouldn't want to pay up later. I'd been without sex for over a month, if that helps to explain it, so while I knew I was vulnerable, she didn't.

It was 15 minutes later, when there was a buzz on Donald's phone. He looked at it, laughed, and motioned for Laura to look. She did so by leaning over me, her very large breasts on my torso. It was only a pic, or so I could so see, but she was there for about a minute looking at it. 

"Sorry about that Jim, it's very funny."

"It's okay." The words almost caught in my throat, as she started giggling.

"Such a nice guy."

She pulled herself up in a way that brought us face to face. Now I was hoping for a kiss, my cock now making the main decisions, as just the thought of it was getting me hard again. Laura smiled at me, the look on my face must have amused her, but instead of doing anything, she simply closed her eyes and held herself in place.

She wanted me to initiate the kiss. 

So I did, disregarding the gay man sitting next to me, and with my tongue extended, planted one on her.

Like me the first time, she responded right away, and our tongues were softly rubbing against each other a second later. Her hand went to the back of my head again, and my arms held her close, though we weren't in a clinch. 

Laura's tongue is soft, but insistent, with lots of saliva. She knows what she likes, and over the next minute she maneuvered me into kissing how she wanted. We stayed that way over the next couple of minutes, and it lived up to the promise of the first kiss. I was totally turned on by it, and by the time I felt/heard Donald getting up from his seat, I knew that I would go to bed with this woman if that's what she wanted.

The exit of Donald from the couch opened a section, and a minute later Laura gently eased out of my mouth, causing a slight keen from me, making her smile.

"That was wonderful Jim. You want to lay down?"

I barely could breathe out:

"Yes."

She and I let go of each other, and I half slid, half got up and laid down my head where Donald had been sitting...a warm cushion and his cologne greeting me, though neither were unpleasant. Laura was soon hovering over me, in the guy position as I belatedly cottoned on to, and soon lowered her head to mine. Again, I whispered out:

"Yes."

I saw her smile before her lips closed on mine, as my arms wrapped around her, and she hooked hers under my shoulders. Laura's talented tongue slid all the way in on the first thrust, and stayed deep for most of the kiss. My passion ramped up like crazy, and all sorts of noises flowed through my mouth to hers, along with my tongue. It was the sexiest kiss I'd had in a long time, and now I really wanted to go to bed with Laura and make love to her. My cock, carefully not crushed by her weight, was rock hard the entire kiss.

Later on I worked out that it lasted 15 minutes, but it seemed like a lot longer, as I lost myself in it, never wanting it to end. The rest of my senses were turned off, only taste and touch remained. I barely caressed her, not wanting to disrupt her concentration in my mouth.

The only time she moved was when she ended the kiss, pulling off gently and sliding off the couch to the floor, landing softly as if it was a planned thing.

Which it was.

I was breathing heavily, and I felt her hands move down my torso, caressing my body in a way guaranteed to keep me hard and pliant. But one hand tracked back, and two fingers slid into my mouth. I sucked on them, picturing the sexy purple of her nails as I swirled my tongue around them for a few seconds. They separated, widening as my mouth opened more to accommodate them, me not thinking about it beyond not wanting them to leave my mouth. But they did.

Right as Donald pushed the head of his cock inside.

I had no time at all to decide anything, as the head and a little more was inside my mouth before I fully realized what was happening. This, not coincidentally, happened right as Laura's left hand lightly covered my groin and started massaging. The moan that I gave out opened my mouth a little more, so another inch went in. 

Laura's free hand went up to my chin and gently held it in place. Not so hard that I couldn't push it away with my jaw if I wanted to, but hard enough to make clear what she wanted...and as he fed me another half inch or so, I did what she wanted me to do:

I closed my lips on his cock. I was now a cocksucker.

It's hard to describe the first time a cock is in your mouth. It's alive, capable of spurting liquid, and a lot thicker than a finger or two. I couldn't see it really, I opened my eyes and only saw Donald's crotch above me. But it's the loss of control that I felt the most, the knowledge that they had manipulated me into doing something I'd never done, nor expressed any interest in doing.

I love that feeling, which I didn't know until that moment.

My tongue started licking the underside of what cock was in my mouth, and I heard him groaning, the first Donald sound I'd heard since he'd gotten up during the making out session. I certainly hadn't heard him take down his pants, that warning might have made this go a lot differently.

Laura's hands were caressing my pants covered cock and chin, nails lightly scratching both. I was still rock hard, but whether that was due to her touch or his cock, I had no idea. 

Not that I thought much about it, as I leaned up a bit, taking another half inch. I found out later that Donald is a solid seven inches, and I got five of those inches in my mouth before it started really getting uncomfortable. So I concentrated on those five inches and started tentatively going up and down them, with his help in lightly thrusting at me. A couple minutes in:

"How's that feel Donald?" Laura's voice was one that was enthralled with what was going on.

"So good Laura, so good. It's everything I've dreamed of and more."

I found it hard to believe, when I could think straight, that I was giving him his first blowjob ever. He's 35 years old after all, and not bad looking. So he'd been dreaming of getting one from me, for however long of the two years we'd worked 10 feet away from each other.

My cock got even harder as I processed that.

I remembered every trick that women have used on me, taking it easy on the teeth, and managed to give Donald a more than competent blowjob, even given the awkward physical position that I was in. And at the end, after about 10 minutes of sucking by me, that I felt him tense up, and seconds later I could feel the cum rush through his cock.

And into my mouth. That's when I started gagging, as now my mouth had not only his cock, but his thick cum as well, my mouth hadn't been so stuffed since I was kid and food. And it kept cumming, to use the cliché, as spurt after spurt filled my mouth, his cock only starting to withdraw at spurt three. It was very salty of course, so salty that I swallowed it pretty much right away, though there was a strong aftertaste for a few seconds.

As soon as he was done cumming, Donald withdrew from my mouth. Laura put her lips on my neck, and started kissing up it to my ear.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen Jim." She kissed my ear before continuing. "I have a question for you, and I promise that there is no wrong answer, I'm taking you to bed no matter what."

"Okay." I gasped a bit as I said it, my mouth was very sore.

"Did you like sucking Donald's cock?"

"Yes." I didn't have to think about it at all, the yes just came out.

"Bonus question: Was it your first? Had you ever touched a man sexually before tonight?"

"No, I'd never...done anything, with a guy." Totally true, I'd never even watched gay porn.

"You were so good, thank you." 

With that, she stood up, and held out her hands to me. I took them, and together we got me to my feet. She put her hands on my face and kissed me deeply, her tongue ferreting out the remains of the cum, cleaning out my mouth. I kissed back hard, this time letting my hands caress her large body, my cock now hurting a bit from being hard for so long without relief. The kiss was only a couple of minutes, but I loved every second of it.

When she pulled away, I looked over and saw Donald standing there, completely naked, his cock about half hard. He was smiling as I took in the sight, and I wasn't sure how to react. Yes, I'd been played, probably planned before tonight, as the only time they'd been alone since I'd gotten there was right before the first kiss. Not a lot of time to plan hatch.

The thing is, I really had liked sucking his cock. It felt good in my mouth, and at no point did I want to spit it out. I wasn't tied up, I could have stopped it. But I didn't want to, and I wanted more.

I nodded at him, and he walked the few steps over. I turned my head back to Laura, and started kissing her again...while my hand reached out and down to Donald. He took the hint, came close enough, and put my hand on his cock. My tongue stroked Laura's tongue, while I tentatively started stroking Donald's cock. She sighed into my mouth as we kissed very tenderly for a few minutes. I never really got a good rhythm going with my stroking, having never done it from that angle, and being distracted to boot, but he seemed happy with my attentions to him.

When the kiss broke, Laura just stared at me, fingers scratching my neck lightly, as I keep stroking Donald's cock.

"I love kissing you Jim."

"I love kissing you too Laura, you're amazing." There was no surprise in my voice, just lust.

"How does his cock feel in your hand?"

"Alive, and good." I got a kiss on the neck from her after saying that.

"Let me help you out of that shirt."

She kissed my neck while she did it, and I felt Donald come up behind me, breaking my hand contact with his cock. He reached around me and undid my pants, sliding them and my boxers to the ground. His cock, hard again, was at my ass as he nuzzled me. I knew then that Donald had another part of his dream, and that I would be fulfilling it any minute now. My own cock was still hard, but thankfully no longer contained.

Reaching out, I pulled Laura's dress off, with her being very willing. Her bra and panties followed, and now we were all naked. I put my arms around her, my cock rubbing against her.

"I want you so much."

"I want you too baby...and Donald wants you." She licked her lips after saying that, and I almost came.

I turned my head to him, my cock still poking Laura.

"Are you going to fuck me Donald?" Signaling to him my willingness, but his answer surprised me.

"No Jim, we're going to make love, with the same passion that you and Laura will. You're going to give yourself to me."

Laura started caressing my face while he talked, and the eroticism of the moment caused me to shiver. Sensing that I was ready, her other hand took mine.

"Let's go to bed."

She led us to her bedroom, candles already lit by Donald. I was still shaking a bit, though from lust, not nervousness. At the side of the bed, Laura gave me a deep, but soft kiss.

"Are you ready baby?"

"Yes, yes please."

"Lick my pussy Jim, show me how much you want my body."

She laid back, in the middle of the bed, and I waited until she was settled before getting in between her legs. I've always been a 'make sure she's satisfied first' kind of lover, so I've licked LOT of pussy over the years.

Getting a closer look, I was relieved to find that she's completely shaved, probably done today in prep for whatever was to cum tonight. I started by smooching her puss lips, which immediately started the juices flowing, and a moan from her. It didn't take long to get an orgasm from Laura, three minutes of licking at most, and that's all it took. Once she came, I put my tongue inside her and started thrusting away, which got me orgasm numero dos. And then tres a few minutes later as I finally paid some attention to her clit. I alternated between the three areas for the next while, maybe 15 minutes, only pulling off when she gently moved my head away.

"That was wonderful Jim, your mouth is so talented.":

"I'm happy you enjoyed it, you taste fantastic."

"Now I'm going to get you ready for your next adventure."

She rolled over to the nightstand, and got a tube of lube out of the drawer. Positioning herself behind me, she eased a lubed up finger inside me. I moaned pretty loudly, which got a chuckle from her.

"Well I see another thing you like. Do you want a second finger?"

"Yes, please."

"If you like this, imagine how good Donald's cock is going to feel. This the first time I've ever seen two guys going at it, and your blowjob was so incredibly hot." She pushed her middle finger in while she said all this, and was soon slowly fingerfucking me.

"Oh yes, yes."

"Tell us what you want Jim."

"I want you Laura, so much."

"You'll get me...after."

"After Donald and I make love."

"That's right, you're going to give him your ass, over and over again. Tell him what you want Jim."




His True Self



"Make love to me Donald, give me your cock."

I was laying on my back now, as Laura pumped two of her fat fingers inside my ass. Donald climbed onto the bed for the first time, cock sticking out. He laid down beside me, and turned toward me.

"You ready for me Jim?

"Yes, I want you in me." I'd have agreed to far more, with what she was doing to me.

A big smile from him, and I could hear Laura sighing in pleasure as she worked me.

"You know that making love is about more than penetration, it's about passion. We're about to be lovers, give me a lover's kiss."

With that, he leaned down and planted a soulkiss on me that almost gave me a heart attack. His tongue went all the way in on the first thrust, and just stayed there for a long time. My tongue worked his as much as I could, and my cock was so hard it hurt as I made out with my first man. Laura slowed her thrusting down, not wanting me to cum maybe, as for five minutes Donald planted his flag in my mouth. My arms went around him, and lots of muffled moaning were a soundtrack for our one person audience.

When he pulled out, somewhat slowly, I was gasping for air.

"That was a kiss. Now tell me what you want."

"Oh God, fuck me please, please." I would have agreed to a guy gangbang with what they were doing to me.

"You want me to put my cock in your virgin ass?"

"Yes, take my virginity please."

"I bet after I'm done with you, mine won't be the only cock that goes into you. You'll be an addict, with the two of us to thank."

He positioned himself against me, and started rubbing the head of his cock against my asshole. I was totally in heat by now, moaning like the proverbial whore. Laura just laid on the side of the bed, watching, grinning.

"He really wants it Donald, make your dreams cum true roommate."

"I've been wanting to do you for two years Jim, every day I thought about my cock inside you...like this." 

The cockhead popped through my outer ring as he pushed inside me, causing us both to cry out. His was pure pleasure, while mine was a mix of pleasure and pain. He stayed where he was for a few seconds, before pushing in another inch.

"You are so fucking tight, I've never been in an ass this tight before, I love it." Another inch, and his smile got even bigger.

For me...well obviously it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. My ass was being stuffed like a turkey, and his cock is above average to boot, so it was uncomfortable to say the least. But mentally I was totally turned on by the experience, by these two sexually dominating me...and the fact that without the "plan", I would never have wanted to get physical with either one. So the mental side was an A+, and that elevated the physical past what it might have been.

It took him a couple of minutes to get balls deep inside me, as he would push in an inch, withdraw half an inch, then repeat, all while pausing to let me get used to it. I was on my back, so that I could watch the whole thing, and the look of pleasure on his face...man, it was rapturous. 

Once balls deep, he sighed, and licked his lips.

"This feels so good, I love it. Do you love my hard cock Jim?"

"Yes, oh yes."

Laura reached over and stroked my face.

"Yes what baby?"

"I love your hard cock Donald."

"I'll give you as much as you want lover." With that, he pulled almost all the way out, and then slowly pushed all the way in. 

My own cock was sticking straight up, very hard, leaking a bit of pre-cum. Laura wasn't playing with it at all now, though she was still lightly caressing my face. I was hard, so therefore pliable, and when I chose to think about it, I admired what they were doing. And that got me even harder, it fed my ego that Donald wanted me so much sexually that he would prep this much. And I knew Laura wanted me too, her kissing was that personal and intimate. Even though Donald and I had kissed for a few minutes, I could still taste her pussy in my mouth, or at least I thought I could. 

Donald never really "fucked" me, but instead was gentle and patient as he worked my ass over for almost 25 minutes. He clearly wanted a round two at some point, and his work on me was in part to ensure that. And the man was very skilled, he had me moaning most of the time, and loving it all...to the point where Laura scooted back and just watched me get dicked for the rest of the time. 

I didn't say anything while it was going on, afraid of what my horny mouth might be willing to say in front of this audience. When I'm turned on I'm usually extremely agreeable, but this was taking things to a whole new level.

He didn't give me any warning when he came, nor did he ask where I wanted it. Instead I just heard a loud series of grunts, followed by a fire hose inside my ass, as he painted my insides with hot creamy cum. And it felt creamy too, not like liquid almost, but much thicker. He sighed in happiness, while Laura sighed in lust.

He pulled out slowly, his cock about half hard. I could feel a trail of cum go with him, but not for long, as Laura inserted something into my ass, which stopped the flow.

"Here's a nice butt plug for you Jim, I don't want your hot little ass to be lonely while Donald rests his cock for another go."

Now my ass was...well not full, but no longer empty. He had cum a huge load inside me, considering I'd already sucked him off to completion. While I was wondering if I would slosh when I got up, Donald went to the other side of me.

"You were wonderful Jim."

All I did was lay there pretty much, but willing is willing I guess, as he leaned down an began licking my lips. I let him do it for a minute, loving the feeling, before my horniness got the better of me and forced me to open my mouth and extend my tongue to meet his. We tongue danced outside our mouths for a long time before he started licking the roof of my mouth. That's when my hand went to his cock, which hardened up under my touch.

I started stroking it as we made out, and after a bit of time it was fully hard. Donald pulled out of my mouth with a plop.

"You want me again, don't you lover?"

"Yes, it feels so good."

"I know it does baby, and I've got at least two more cums in me tonight, just for you. But Laura needs some attention, you want to please her, don't you Jim?"

"Yes I do, she's hot."

"Do you like how she tastes?"

"Oh yeah, I loved eating her."

"Then close your eyes, count to five, and roll over. Lick and suck her hole for as long as she wants, then you can have my cock again. You want that don't you Jim? My cock inside you?"

"Yeah, I want it."

"Say the words, the more you say them, the more comfortable you'll be with it."

"I want your cock inside me Donald."

"Eat her first Jim, then I'll give you what you want so much."

I did as he wanted. I closed my eyes, counted to five, and turned over, where Laura had spread, but not her legs.

Her ass cheeks, and my mouth went right to her asshole. This was not my first rodeo with rimming, and I was horny enough to go full bore on her. I swirled my tongue all over her hole, licking and lightly probing, for a few minutes. This got a nice orgasm from her it sounded like, so I let it go on longer than I normally would have, and then I pushed my tongue inside her ass completely, which caused her to cum really hard.

No, it didn't taste great, good, or fair. But I was turned on by all that was happening, and lust will get you through a lot of problems. So I alternated between inside and out, more inside though, and did my best to please her...and by extension Donald, by what I was doing, though he didn't touch me while I ministered to her. I only stopped when I felt Laura pull away from me, feeling that I was not the one to be making decisions here.

I gulped down the water that Donald handed me, and saw that I licked Laura's ass for over 20 minutes. It took a few swigs to regain the power of speech, as Laura flipped back over to smile at me.

"That was the first time I've ever been rimmed, thank you Jim." She softly kissed my neck before continuing. "It won't be the last though, will it?"

"No, I'll do it again if you want." Hopefully not now though, I was thinking.

"I'll want, trust me, feeling your tongue in there was exquisite. And Jim baby, just to reassure you, you and I are going to make love tonight. Your cock won't leave here unhappy, I promise."

"That's good, I really want you Laura."

"I can tell, and I want you too. After Donald takes you again, we'll make sweet love together. You want him inside you again, don't you?" 

I wasn't clear if Donald was in the room at that point, but I told the truth regardless.

"Yeah, it's a weird feeling, but it's really hot."

"He's always wanted you baby, you made him so happy tonight."

I heard the toilet flush, so now I knew he wasn't in the room, but would be soon.

"You touching me makes me happy."

"I'll touch you a lot more once he's done giving you his hot cum. When he comes back in, tell him what you want."

That happened a few seconds later, as he walked back in, still naked with a half hard cock. My own was still quite hard, and it and Laura's words informed what I said next.

"Come here and have sex with me Donald, I need you."

His grin was a mile wide, and his cock visibly jumped, as he climbed onto the bed next to me, the other side of Laura.

"You're ready for more loving baby?"

"Very ready, spread my legs and do what we both want."

"In a minute lover, I want some more of your hot little mouth first."

He leaned over and started aggressively kissing me, tongue thrusting in and out. I couldn't help but respond, and soon my arms were around him as we were heavily making out. His cock was leaking pre-cum all over me, while his tongue touched every millimeter of my mouth. It ramped up my libido so much that after a few minutes of it, I was the one to end a kiss.

"Now Donald, make love to me now, please."

"I'd love to Jim. Will you give me a nice long blowjob later?"

"Yes, I'll suck your cock." Laura was now rubbing my feet, anytime she touched me I had a heightened reaction.

"Your fat tongue licking my balls, you on your knees in front of me, worshipping my cock. Do you want that baby?"

"Yes, oh God yes. But fuck me first, please." My brain was going on overdrive, even though there wasn't the slightest chance that he wasn't going to fuck me.

"With pleasure Jim. Get up on your knees, I'm going to take you from behind."

I got to my knees, facing away from the headboard, because Laura was now at the end of the bed and I wanted to look at her while I got fucked. She was smiling at me, encouraging me as Donald started rubbing his seven inches all up and down my ass crack, before taking out the plug.

"You ready honey?"

"Yes, do it."

"Do what?"

"Fuck my ass, please."

"Tell me how much you love my cock Jim."

"I love your cock Donald, it makes me feel so good when it's in me. I need it, now, please."

"Like now?" 

I felt him push an inch inside me. I was still tight enough that it hurt more than a bit, but it felt great even with that. I moaned loudly, and he responded by pushing another bit into me.

"So tight, I love it. Do you still love it Jim?"

"Yes, oh yes."

"Good, I'm so happy that I got to be the one to take you." He was now halfway inside, and I almost came, it felt so good.

"Just don't stop, please don't stop." As if he would, but it felt so good I had to make sure.

He responded by going all the way inside, pausing as he ground in hard. His cock wasn't quite long enough to be tapping my prostate, but it was still an incredible feeling.

"Why would I stop? I'm going to love you all night long."

"Please."

The sex was not different, in that I knew what to expect a bit...but it was in that I knew now that I was 'committed' to being bisexual, that I liked it that much. You can explain away a first time for just about any sexual act, it's experimenting. And the oral sex was a surprise for me, even if I didn't hesitate to keep it going once I realized. 

But taking a cock in the ass twice, that's habit forming. And I all but begged for it, on the orders of Laura, who probably was not in fact going to sleep with me. This occupied my mind for a lot of the fucking I got, even as my ass kept telling my brain, 'Don't let him stop, DON'T!!" My brain, totally in thrall of my cock and now ass, obeyed. I'm not a talker during sex, and Donald didn't seem to mind as he thrust in and out of me, only cumming after a series of quick, deep thrusts that almost made me cum myself as another large load invaded me.

I all but collapsed on the bed after he pulled out, making it easy for Laura to put the butt plug back in me. I all but had an enema inside me now, with two loads of thick cum in there. Donald crawled up to me, my arms reflexively going around him a bit, he whispered in my ear.

"You might be telling yourself that you did all that to get Laura, but we both know differently. You love having sex with me."

"I know I do."

"Say it."

"I love having sex with you Donald." 

"Good, I love having sex with you too. Your hard body under me, moving in time with mine." he leaned down and kissed me again, and quickly our tongues were dancing with each other. I could feel his cock, which had been working overtime by now, getting hard again, as it rubbed up against me. It was so hot that I didn't want it to end, so I made sure to intertwine my body with his, keeping us close...and intimate.

We humped each other for a few minutes, before he pulled away.

"We'd better stop before I do you again, Laura needs some attention."

She giggled, and moved up to caress my face.

"I'm loving the show you two are providing me, loving it. Just give me a kiss Jim, then you can go back to pleasuring Donald."

She put her hands on my face and soul kissed the life out of me, all while my cock was straining like crazy. Donald's cock was against my leg as he watched us, getting harder with every minute of the must have been five that we kissed like that. Her tongue was magic, and I surrendered to it immediately. The kiss didn't last near long enough to suit me before she pulled away.

She smiled at me.

"So wonderful baby. I can't wait for us to make sweet love together. But right now, what are you going to do?" She started stroking my face.

"I'm going to make love with Donald."

"Are you going to enjoy it?"

"Yes, I love it."

"Do you love his body on top of you, his hard cock inside you?"

"Oh yes, I need it now."

"See Donald, he needs you."

I felt Donald pull my legs up over his shoulders again.

"And I'm going to give my lover exactly what he needs. I think he needs to be fucked this time."

He removed the butt plug, and slowly pushed inside me. I moaned really loudly, now totally in pleasure. Laura leaned over to whisper in my ear.

"How could anything feel better than Donald's cock in your ass?"

Nothing really came to mind at that point, as he thrust into me harder, then harder...and by the minute mark, the room was sounding like my moans and his balls slapping my ass.

"So thick, so big."

The cock was crowding in there with his two loads of cum, so this fuck felt different than the others. No lube too, his cum gave him all that he needed as he pounded me. Laura whispered to me, though of course she didn't need to whisper.

"Tell him how much you love it baby."

"I love your cock Donald, I love what you're doing to me."

"I love your ass too Jim, I'm going to take it every day. Will you let me?"

"Yes, as much as you want."

"I'm going to want it a lot, feeling your tight little ass clench around my cock."

"Over and over."

Donald didn't say much after that, needing to keep his breath I guess, because he fucked me for almost 30 minutes this time, on his fourth cum. He varied his speed a little bit, but mostly it was ¾ pace pounding, going as deep as he could with every thrust. When he came, it was about half of what he did the first time in my ass, though still impressive. He withdrew reluctantly, at least by the look on his face, and in the butt plug went.

But he was smiling, a satisfied smile to boot.

"Thank you Jim, you're a wonderful lover." He slid down to my end of the bed.

"You are too. Did you invite me over here to do...well, this?"

"I had hopes, let's put it that way. I have wanted you since the day we met, to feel your body against mine, be inside you."

I was quiet for a second.

"That's really flattering, thank you."]

"The reality was much better, trust me."

He leaned in and licked my lips, causing me to moan kind of loudly...so he kept doing it, and so I kept moaning.

"Oh god, I want you, I want you so much."

"Stroke me lover, stroke me while we kiss."

I reached down and took his half hard cock in my hand, starting to caress it. It got a bit harder right away, and then when Donald licked harder, I stroked harder.

"Five cums in a night is my record baby, I think you're going to make me break it."

Two more cums in him, that got my interest, fogged though my brain was at that moment.

"Yes, love me Donald, please love me."

"I'm going to love my boyfriend, give him my hard cock."

He leaned down and kissed me again, another deep one as my arms wrapped around him. His cock wasn't inside me yet, but our bodies were humping as if he was. I held him tight so that he wouldn't stop, and his tongue went as far inside as it could, causing me to moan so loudly that even with his mouth covering mine, you could hear it in the next room. He soul kissed me for what I thought was an hour, but was really five minutes, pulling out of me so abruptly that I thought I was going to pass out.

"I think you liked that."

"I want more."

"Oh baby, my Jim's an addict now. And it's all my fault." He was lightly moving against me, I could feel his hard cock as he did it.

"Isn't this what you wanted, me as your sextoy?"

"I can't tell you how much I've wanted this baby, you eagerly giving me your mouth and your boy pussy. I've never had a virgin take to gay loving like you have."

"Are you ready to take me again?"

"Do you feel my cock against you?"

"I do, feels hard."

"Where do you want it?"

"In my ass again."

"Tell me." He was humping a bit harder as he said that.

"Donald, I want your thick, hard cock inside me, thrusting in and out until you cum."

"That's what I want too lover. Will you kiss it first? Your mouth is so talented, I want to feel it on my cock again. You don't have to give me a full blowjob, just let me see your lips on my hard cock."

"I'd love to."

We kissed for another minute, lots of tongue, before he pulled away again, and half laid down at the head of the bed. I moved in between his legs, and before it registered to me that I was about to taste something that had been in my ass for over an hour, I took his head into my mouth.

That's when I tasted it, but instead of stopping, I used my tongue to try to make it better. This got me a moan from Donald, his cock was now fully hard again.

"Yes Jim, just like that, I love your mouth so much."

I had totally lost track of where Laura might be, she wasn't wearing perfume or anything, but I was caring that much as I took him further into my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down, to give it the full blowjob experience, and he sighed really loudly in happiness.

"Oh baby, love my cock Jim, use that talented tongue."

And so I did, easily remembering everything I've loved women doing to me in the past. I did a lot of lollipop licking, and while I didn't enjoy sucking on his balls, per se, I could tell that he loved every second of it. It was a nice education for me, especially knowing that he probably wouldn't cum in my mouth again. And he didn't.

I blew him for about 10 minutes before I felt him gently pull at my hair, the universal 'stop' signal. I licked up his cock to exit, and pulled off with a plop. As I was breathing hard, catching my breath, he stroked my face.




His True Self



"I was getting close baby, and I want to cum elsewhere."

"In my ass, right?""

"Yes, do you want that?"

"I do, it's really hot when you're inside me like that."

"You like anal better than oral?"

"Yeah, it's just really hot when your cock is in me like that."

"Hmmmm, interesting. But you'll give me blowjobs when I want them, won't you?"

"If you want, yes."

He motioned me to come up to him, and he pulled me into his arms.

"I'll want. You love my cock Jim."

I felt his cock, which was still rock hard, poking at my body as our bodies connected.

"I love your cock Donald."

"My cock loves you too. Feel it baby, it's cum four times and still it's hard for you again."

"I do feel it, and it's wonderful." 

I leaned in and kissed him, and he sighed in contentment, while his tongue did its thing inside my mouth. While we made out, he slowly turned us over, so that I was on the bottom and he on top. Once there, I guided him inside me, causing him to moan deeply into my mouth. Our tongues wrestled for a few minutes as his cock twitched inside me, moving around as much as he could. At that point I had stopped caring about where Laura was, even though intellectually I knew that that was their idea all along. She softened me up, and he drove his hard thing inside me.

But I loved it, success solves a lot of problems.

"Oh Jim honey, your ass is so perfect."

"So is your cock."

"You love it."

"You know I do, how could any guy be better at sex than you are?"

"Just remember that honey, as I'm giving you the best night of your life."

"Oh yes, yes." 

I leaned in and we licked each other's tongues. It was really sensual,, as our bodies were moving together with now practiced grace. Our kiss deepened again, and we stayed that way, making really passionate love, for the next 40 minutes. He'd cum so much that his staying power was powerful, and we never went above lovemaking speed either. Neither of us broke the kiss until after he came inside me. As it was his fifth cum in two hours, it wasn't a lot, but I still felt it all inside me as we broke his record. I said as much as he reluctantly ended our kiss.

"I'm your new record."

He giggled, and kissed my neck for a second before he pulled out of me.

"Let me rest a bit and we'll go for six."

"I'd love that." I moaned softly as he rubbed his half hard cock against my ass again.

"You are insatiable."

"Are you complaining?" I reached down and rubbed his crotch.

"No baby, I'm not. Tell me, do you want to do Laura?"

"Was that ever a possibility?"

"Of course, she wants you too."

"But she was the setup to get me into bed with you."

"That too, but as long as you cum back to me, feel free."

"You have one more cum in you tonight? Two maybe?"

"Let's go with one, I don't want to promise more than I can deliver."

"Am I staying over?" 

I haven't mentioned this, but this took place on a Thursday night, and all three of us had to go to work the next day. It was just before 10 pm now, after about two hours of non-stop sex, at least for me. 

"Of course, so how about we do it one more time before we go to sleep. We'll fall asleep with my cock inside you."

"Where it belongs." I reached down and started fondling him, and he went from half hard to full hard. I didn't stop there, and started licking his ear while I stroked. 

"You two are still going at it? I'm impressed Donald." Laura's voice, I couldn't really see her face due to my ear attentions, was bemused and happy.

"Five times...so far. Thank you." Donald absolutely sounded happy, almost giddy.

"My pleasure...speaking of which, are you going to let go of him so that I can get some more?"

That made my cock jump, though the angle was such that she couldn't see it. 

"Of course, what do you think Jim?"

I replied by rolling him on top of me, and putting his cock at my entrance.

"One more time first, I need your cock inside me."

Laura giggled.

"We've created an addict. Take him roommate, Jim will just have to lick my ass later to compensate."

Donald, despite our earlier plan, was all too willing to do me again, and pushed inside a couple of inches before he replied.

"If he has the energy, I'm about to kiss the life out of him."

I pulled him down to me, wrapping my arms around his neck as he pushed more inside me, starting to thrust.

"Yes, kiss me, fuck me with your tongue while you fuck me with your cock."

"You belong to me Jim." He leaned down until his lips were barely touching mine.

"Yes." 

I opened my mouth and took his tongue all the way inside me, while my legs wrapped around him as he went balls deep inside my ass. It still felt amazing, and even though I knew that I would be limping for a week after tonight, I still thrust back at him as we made love for...

I have no idea how long. I'm an inveterate clock watcher, whether at work or at home, it's built into me, but this time I'd been so amped up for him that I hadn't bothered to look. But it was a sixth cum, so it took a bit of time, even though I was fucking back harder and with more skill than the other four times he'd been in my ass.

But all too soon he did, and I barely felt the cum go in me this time. A bit of the earlier cum had leaked out, they hadn't done the butt plug last time, but I was still pretty full in the ass of cum, even after he withdrew.

And withdraw he did, and his cock was soft enough upon that withdrawal that I knew it would be some work to get cum number seven out of him tonight. And that realization, that our ass play was likely done for the night...well that caused me to focus on how much my ass hurt. Him pulling off our kiss didn't help me in that regard either, as now I had nothing to concentrate on to take my mind off it. I didn't moan though, I just laid there in a bit of a fog as he grinned at me.

"That was wonderful baby."

"Yes it was, our best." Maybe, but I knew that's what he wanted to hear. My legs were still mostly wrapped around him, and I was holding him close.

"Mmmm, I think so too. You gave me so much passion, I loved it." 

He kissed me softly on the mouth, but only for a few seconds. I caught my breath:

"No guy could be as good at this as you are."

He giggled at the compliment.

"Why thank you, I think you just didn't realize that you wanted me when we were working together."

"I guess you missed out on a lot of bathroom blowjobs by not doing this earlier."

Another giggle, and one from Laura too, who was standing next to the bed as I looked over.

"He's got you there Donald."

"I made up for some of that tonight. And I will in nights to cum, won't I Jim?"

"I would love that."

He kissed me again, wetly, for a minute in response.

"Good, now I'm going to get up and trade places with Laura. Your cock deserves some play after all that."

"Okay...thank you, for what you gave me."

He smiled.

"The gift baby?" He knew what I meant, but wanted to hear me say it.

"The gift of your body, making hot love to me."

"It's the gift that will keep on giving lover."

His cock had to be down for the count, but I felt it move against me and I just couldn't help myself. I pulled Donald close for a kiss, muttering:

"Not yet, don't go."

He chuckled into my mouth, before his tongue penetrated me and we started heavily making out. I vaguely heard Laura sigh as she left, the door closing behind her. Donald and I kissed and caressed for another hour, but neither of us came before we eventually fell asleep. I remember him getting up to turn the light off, but I was dead to the world seconds later.

It had been a long night.

The alarm went off a nanosecond later, otherwise known as 6:00 am. It barely took any time to realize that I was in a strange bed, because Donald reached over me and slapped the alarm off. Feeling a body climb over you is a dead giveaway. I stretched a bit, as he settled back behind me, where he'd been spooning me for six hours and some change, but quickly felt his cock rubbing up against me.

"Is someone recharged back there?" I only yawned a little as I said it.

"You can feel that I am."

"Yes I can. We got a time frame I should know about?"

"Well you need to go home and change, so you tell me."

"If I shower here, call it 7:20 to be on the road." Donald's house is a few miles from mine, and work is in the other direction from mine.

He pushed inside me without another word, with who knows how much dried cum in there. Donald's arms wrapped around me as he ground in my ass.

"We haven't done it like this yet, you like?"

I moaned a bit.

"I like anything you do Donald."

"I'm the best sex you've ever had."

"Oh God yes you are, fuck me Donald, please fuck me."

Donald did not fuck me, per se, but instead we met in the middle of lovemaking and fucking for the next 40 minutes. I made a concerted effort to move my body in tune with his, and by the end we were both just moaning quietly as he came in me for the final time of the 'date'. It wasn't much cum, I'd drained him pretty dry the night before, but I was pretty impressed that much of anything came out, so to speak.

But it was once he pulled out that I realized how sore my ass was, and it was sore. I wasn't sure how walking was going to happen either, there was that much pain. He seemed to sense this.

"How is it down there?"

"We'll see once I get up. It's okay, what you did was worth the discomfort...every time."

"You're so sweet. Roll over, so that I can give you a proper good morning kiss."

I did as I was told, and our cocks rubbed all over each other as we kissed good morning for a couple of wet, sloppy minutes. I wanted a lot more, and another fucking, but he gently told me that we both had to work, and we couldn't go to our jobs smelling like an orgy. A good point, and I couldn't really argue with it.

We got out of bed and padded to the door, me forcing myself to walk normally, even if it was killing my ass to do that. We ran into a freshly showered Laura, who smiled at the fact that I went rock hard the second I saw her (and she was fully dressed too). Donald went into the bathroom to brush his teeth, leaving her and I alone.

"So did you have fun last night Jim?" Mock inquisitively.

"You know I did." 

"Something tells me that you didn't cum last night."

"No I didn't, we never got around to it I guess."

"I'll make you a deal...I'll make you cum right now, you eat Donald's ass in the shower."

My cock answered for me.

"Deal." 

She wasted no time, it was a hair after 7 am by now, and started stroking my cock. A low moan came out of me deeper than anything Donald had done.

"Nice and hard. Are you Donald's fucktoy?"

"Yes, yes I am."

"What if I put on a strap-on, would you let me do you?"

My eyes went wide as dinner plates, as just the idea of that made me cum all over her hand, after what must have been only about 40 strokes. It was a bucket too, and she grinned at me.

"Your cock answered for you baby, but thanks. Here's some breakfast."

She fed me my cum, and I lapped it up like the good little bitch I was apparently turning into.

"We'll talk about this later, you have an ass to lick. Have a good day baby."

She shooed me into the bathroom, where Donald had just gotten the water running. We got in, and nuzzled a bit before soaping up and doing all of that. He was gentle with my ass, but it got a good washing out thank goodness. After a few minutes, I told him that I had a surprise for him.

"What's that?" You could tell that he was thinking blowjob. Not quite.

I got to my knees and told him to turn around, and before he could react, I pulled his cheeks apart and dove in.

I felt so debased, that I was eating ass on a guy that I hadn't really liked that much before yesterday. So naturally my cock got even harder as I pushed my tongue inside him, and started thrusting in and out. It didn't taste nasty, it didn't have a taste at all thanks to the shower, other than tasting like flesh in general. Otherwise I just lost myself in the 'work', and didn't even hear Laura pounding on the door, Donald had to gently push my head away. Reluctantly.

"I could have you do that all day baby, but work is calling."

My knees were hurting anyway, so I stood up and we kissed for half a minute, hard cocks rubbing against each other. I was getting ramped up again, but we left the shower seconds later, drying off and quickly getting dressed. Laura had already left, though I knew that I would see her later on, and Donald walked me to my car.

"So Jim, you're a different guy than the one who drove up here last night."

"I am, yeah, it was quite an experience."

"It's not over yet, by a long shot. Now give me a kiss and get home to change."

It didn't occur to me to say no to my first public gay kiss, as we kissed deeply for about a minute next to the driveway, I guess his neighbors knew he was gay. My cock was still hard, but no fondling or the like happened. He reluctantly pulled away, and a few minutes later I was home, rushing through a clothes change, making it to work with three minutes to spare. And I felt a bit cheated, that's three minutes of sexual contact I could have had.

Donald stopped by during lunch, and while he didn't give anything away, he didn't take long to ask me where the bathroom was...and I volunteered to show him, trying hard to act casually. I led him there, and upon finding it empty, I gave him a long, quiet blowjob. No one came in, most everyone was at lunch, so we had privacy as I took 20 minutes to suck him off. The rest of lunch we spent making out heavily, and it was all I could do not to want to leave early and go home with him. But he had meetings later in the day, so we parted with smiles and plans for later.

Those plans are for another story though.



His Turn



She awoke from her nap and smiled at the stickyness between her legs…He was still sleeping and she gently raised up to look at him. They had been napping after an intense session of fucking and sucking and he was on his back, nude, lying with legs spread and arms overhead. His penis was semi-erect and still leaking cum from their earlier fuck. 

"Okay," she thought to herself "Now is the time to turn the tables. He's fucked me, now I get to fuck him." 

With that, she eased out of bed and walked across the darkened room to where her briefcase sat on the table. Quietly opening the case, she felt her heart begin to pound when she saw the familiar shape of the strap-on dildo, two short coils of rope, a bottle of oil and a blindfold nestled among the papers in the case. She removed the dildo, walked into the bathroom, and after relieving herself, carefully positioned and tightened the straps so that the dildo was firmly seated over her pubis and protruding just as if it were the erection of an extremely stimulated man. 

She eased back into the bedroom and grabbing the blindfold, crawled onto the bed, taking care to turn herself so he could not see the blindfold or her crotch and the surprise it carried. He kept his eyes closed, but smiled as he felt her hand close around his penis and begin to slowly massage the cum on its tip into the rapidly erecting stem. When he was fully erect she slowly sucked the shining head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around and over it. 

"M-m-m-m-m," he grunted "God that feels good!" 

"Like that?" she questioned as she replaced her mouth with the softness of her hand and continued to stroke. 

"Oh, god, yes!" he gasped at the sensation of her stroking up and down his saliva slickened cock. 

"Want me to take my hand away and wrap my pussy around it?" she questioned, loosening her grip but continuing to stroke. 

"Y-yes, p-please fuck me!" he gasped at the sensation. 

"Well…" she replied, "I'm going to let you fuck me, but before you can do that, I have a surprise for you." 

"W-what k-kind of surprise?" he stuttered as his hips jerked in rhythm with her stroking. 

"Here, let me put this on you" and without hesitating, she slipped the blindfold over his head and firmly seated it over his eyes. 

"H-hey," he stammered "What's this." 

"You'll see," she replied "Here let me help you up." 

"B-but," he stuttered 

"No buts," she replied and then thinking to herself "You're going to be thinking 'butt' in a minute big boy." 

She helped him get off the bed and led him across the room. Holding one of his hands so he wouldn't lose his balance, she reached out and pulled a straight-backed chair from under the desk. She turned it so that the seat was facing him and then taking both of his hands began to pull them down toward the seat. He, not being able to see, resisted at first, but she slapped his ass and said, "Bend over." 

His hips jerked forward at the slap and his now wilting penis bobbed at his reaction to the stinging in his ass. 

Finally, she placed his hands on, and grasping, the edges of the chair seat. 

"Now be still" she said as she reached into the briefcase, withdrew the coils of rope, and began tying his wrists to the seat. 

"Oh, god," he groaned, his heart pounding at the realization that he was no longer in control. 

Once he was tied, bent over with legs spread and his ass in the air, she reached between his legs with one hand and encircled his scrotum above his testicles with her thumb and forefinger. Pulling down firmly to pull tight the skin on his reawakening penis, she used her other hand to reach around his hips and began to stroke his penis back to its fully erect state. 

Once he was fully erect, she released his penis and reached for the oil. She opened the bottle and squirted a liberal amount onto the base of his back, letting it trickle between his ass cheeks, over his anus and around his testicles. 

"Ah! G-god" he gasped as she began to rub the oil into his ass, over his balls and into the twitching erect stem of his penis. 

As the oil worked into his skin, she added more and more until he was shiny and slick from his navel to the middle of his thighs. He had grown used to the binding of his hands and relaxed as she continued to rub oil into his skin. Then her rhythm changed. Suddenly, she placed one hand at the top of his hips so that her fingers pointed down and her middle finger rested at the top of the crack in his ass. Slowly, she moved her hand down over his ass, pressing her middle finger between his cheeks until it brushed his anus. 

"W-w-wh-h-h-o-o-o!" he gasped and clinched his ass at the sensation trapping her finger in the process. 

"Ah, ah, relax that ass!" she chuckled as she slapped his ass a second time and he yelped at the sting in the slap, forcing himself to relax. 

Squirting another stream of oil directly onto his anus she, without hesitating, slipped the tip of her finger into his anus and setting the oil on the desk, used her other hand to stroke his throbbing penis. 

"W-w-h-h-a-a-a-a!" he groaned at the combined sensation of her soft hand on his penis and the ever deeper probing of her finger in hisass….Soon she was in him to the knuckle. 

Noticing that his penis was distended to its max and hearing his gasping breath, she feared his orgasm was immanent, so she released her grip on his penis. He groaned his disappointment then gasped anew as she began stroking her finger in and out of his ass. As soon as she felt him relax she removed her middle finger and before he could react inserted both her first and second finger into his ass. 

"N-n-n-n-g-g-g-g! O-o-o-w-w-a-a-h!" he gritted as he felt his anus stretching to accommodate her fingers….Precum formed at the tip of his penis and dripped to the floor as he humped his ass back into her probing fingers so that they began to hit his prostate. 

Knowing he wouldn't last a long time she pulled her fingers out and said "Now, I have a surprise for you." 

"W-what I-is it?" he panted gasping for breath. 

"Here, let me show you" and with that she removed his blindfold and stepped into his field of vision so she could see the strap-on. 

"O-oh g-god!" he stuttered. 

"Like it?' she questioned, grinning at him and she made couple of hip thrusts to demonstrate her intentions. 

"O-oh p-please…I-I'm afraid it's too b-big!" he panted staring at the obscene protrusion over her cunt. 

"Oh, don't worry, I'll go slow" she giggled "And besides, you'll stretch" 

He groaned and dropped his head, knowing his fate was sealed….And deep inside he knew he wanted her to fuck him. 

With that she walked around and stood behind him. She placed her hands on each side of his hips and used her thumbs to spread his ass cheeks. Her eyes moved across the surface of his ass, picking up first the two faint red handprints where she had swatted his ass; then his oily, distended anus winking at her…..She stroked her thumb across it once more just to see him jump. 

"A-h-h!" he gasped. 

"Easy," she giggled "Now squat a little. Your legs are longer than mine." 

He bent his knees into a squat and groaned in both fear and anticipation as he realized that squatting only caused his ass to jut out for easier access by this woman who was about to fuck him.. 

She poured oil on the dildo and spread it like she was a man masturbating. Then she grasped the fake penis, took careful aim at his anus, and pressed the head into the oily opening. 

"A-h-h-h! G-g-god, p-p-please g-go slow!" he gasped through gritted teeth. 

She pressed forward until the head disappeared and then she stopped. His anus was distended around the dildo like the mouth of a suckling child. She held her hips still until his panting slowed, then she pulled back slightly looking with fascination as his anus gripped the head of the dildo as it retreated from his ass…She could actually see the point at which the brown skin on the exterior met the bright pink of the interior. 

"W-w-h-h-h-o-o-o-e-e-e-e-e! Y-y-a-a-a-h-h-h!" he squealed as she pressed forward again, slowly but steadily running half the dildo into his ass. 

Again she held still as he groaned and panted, sweat covering his body. She reached around and found to her delight that his penis was rigid…He was squealing, but he was liking it. 

Again she withdrew and this time in one long stroke, ran the dildo in until her belly pressed against his ass. 

"A-r-r-r-g-g-h-h-h-h! O-o-o-o-h-h-w-w-e-e-e-!" he squealed again as the dildo pressed against his prostate. 

With that, she pulled back and began stroking in and out of him in earnest…It was not violent, just slow and steady. She stared mesmerized at how his anus seemed to suck the dildo in as she stroked into him and how it grasped greedily onto the dildo on each out stroke. Her pussy dripped, then ran juice at the sight of him at her mercy. He could only babble and gurgle as his assfucking continued. It wasn't long until she wanted him inside her pussy, but rather than remove the dildo from his ass, she pushed it in to the hilt then carefully unstrapped it while she pressed her belly into his ass, holding the dildo into place. 

He sensed the change in her demeanor and held still, clenching his ass around the dildo so as not to lose it. Using one hand she quickly untied his hands and then led him to the bed. 

She fell into the bed and spread her legs as he scrambled in between them his dripping penis bobbing, then pointed at the pink gash between her legs. She reached around him, grabbed the straps of the dildo and pulled his throbbing cock into her pussy. 

"Wha-a-a-a-a!" he grunted as she use the straps to simultaneously pulled him in and out of her pussy and bump his prostate. 

"Fuck me baby!" she gasped as he began pumping into her with blinding speed. 

Their flesh slapped together with the force of his strokes until she gasped at the recognition of her orgasm. Her pussy began to vibrate as the spasms rocked down her spine and around her turgid clit. 

"A-a-a-h-h-h-h, y-y-yes! A-a-h-h-h! O-h-h-h-h, y-y-y-e-s-s-s b-baby!" she squealed as her orgasm washed over her. 

As soon as he recognized her orgasm his eyes widened as her final pull on the straps pressed the dildo onto his prostate and he crammed his penis full into her gaping cunt. 

"O-oh m-my g-g-o…O-oh s-shit b-b-baby…H-h-here it is-s-s-s-s-s…Unh! Unh! Unh!" he grunted with each spurt of cum rocketing out of his penis and he fell into her arms. 

Neither could move, but both were already thinking of needing more.



His Turn



I look up, as I hear the door close, the quiet 'snick' of the lock engaging, and wonder how long you have been standing there. Half hidden by the boxes of files, looking for paperwork you sent me for; I didn't hear you come in. It's not a small room, but it is certainly not big, either.

Your normal, purposeful stride, changes to something more graceful, predatory, as you stalk across the room, weaving amongst the boxes. Now that I see you, I notice the slight smile, the darkening, feral glint that lights your eyes. You are between me and the only way out.

Nerves and tension cause me to push back the chair and stand to face you. The closer you come, the smaller the room seems, the harder to breathe normally. The only light comes from a weak fluorescent overhead.

You move closer and the scent of spice, a musky undertone and a cinnamon overtone, blend and surround me. I would know that scent anywhere. That dark, spicy scent is uniquely yours, and one that will always evoke a reaction, and memory. How can I forget? You are amazing. Salt and pepper hair, bright green eyes, tall, tan, muscled from working out doors...enough to make a woman melt.

While you have made it abundantly clear what you want -- and don't -- I can't imagine why you have followed me in here, then locked the door. It is out of character, and strangely arousing. I push that thought to the back of my brain, and smooth nervous hands down the front of my skirt. Your eyebrows raise, just a fraction, and your grin gets a little more wicked. You laugh, just a little -- my reaction amuses you. How could it not?

As you reach me, I am backed into the wall, with nowhere to go. Your hands span my ribs, thumbs and forefingers just under my chest, keeping me pinned to the wall. You lean forward, pushing me a little harder, enough to cause just a touch of pain along my ribs, and rub your cheek along mine. You nip my earlobe, causing me to gasp, and you chuckle in my ear.

A hint of five o'clock stubble runs along my jaw line, and goose bumps appear on my skin. My hands have somehow ended up on your forearms, and I feel you start to pull away. 

I must make some sound of protest, because you murmur, "Don't move." Nimble fingers start to undo buttons, and I eagerly try to help.

You step back, and a strange look flickers across your face. "I told you not to move. Do not speak or move, unless I tell you to. Do you understand?" All I can do is nod, and lick suddenly dry lips. 

"Perfect." Your voice is a purr against my skin. I stand very still as you go back to the buttons, taking your time.

My heart is pounding, and I can't help the sharp intake of breath as your knuckles skim along by breasts. You chuckle again, deep in your throat. Your eyes flicker back to mine, just long enough for me to see them darken to a rich, hungry hue. My own are dark sapphire, and just as hungry. I feel the air, cool on my skin, as you open my shirt, just enough to slide your hands over my ribs again. Calloused fingertips brush my skin, the roughness a delightful contrast to my own soft, smooth skin. You move higher, until your palms are warming nipples already standing at attention.

Again, you lean into me, this time nudging my head to one side as you nibble a line down the side of my neck, following my racing pulse. I can't hold back the tiny whimper that escapes my throat, as you bite down on the muscle between shoulder and neck. At the same time, you shift your left hand, pinching down on the nipple waiting for you. You hum a little, low in your throat -- or is that a growl? -- and I am terrified you will stop now. 

I freeze, and you whisper, "I like that sound." The line between pain and pleasure, always close, blurs just a little as you lean back enough to accost both nipples at once, but instead assail the other side of my neck. Abruptly, you step back and sit down in the chair I abandoned earlier, pulling me close, keeping me off balance. 

"Keep your hands at your sides." I tremble, trying hard to do just that. I want to run my hands through your hair!

You pull the cups of my bra down, just enough so my nipples spring free. Another whimper slips past my lips, as you take one, then the other, into your mouth. There is gentle suction, then a quick nip; one that makes me gasp out loud. Your mouth is soft, tongue like silk, sliding against my skin, nipping sharply every now and then, just to make sure my attention doesn't wander.

As you torment me, your hands run up my legs, under my skirt, to the tops of my thighs, where you stop for heartbeat. I feel you smile, and think you might have forgotten that I prefer thigh high stockings to pantyhose, until you encounter that bare skin. That split second fades, as you move your hands around to cup my rear. You stop again, and then move, as you don't encounter a barrier, no cloth of any kind, until you come to a thin string -- the only thing there.

I allow myself a small smirk, as you raise your eyes to mine, a question in them. I nod, and feel your hands tremble, just a touch, and you bury your face between my boobs. In retaliation for the smirk, you bite down the inner curve of my breast, bringing a sudden, sharp pain. Not enough to mark me, but enough to make me gasp. You return my smile, predatory and exciting.

You stand, unexpectedly, pushing me back against the wall with your body. I stumble back, unable to go farther. I can feel how excited you have gotten, and I wonder, fleetingly, what will happen next. Your face is next to mine, and both of us are breathing hard. I can't see your expression, and only know your hands are holding me to the unyielding wall behind me, your hips pressed against mine.

I feel the pressure ease, but only long enough for you to wind my hair in your hand. You push back away from me, using your grip to maneuver me around. I end up facing away from you, towards the wall, with the chair in front of me. One hand still tangled in my hair, controls, and the other cups my breast, pinching and releasing the nipple, kneading my breast, repeating that pain, pleasure you have figured out how much I enjoy.

Another soft moan bursts out of me when you release my nipple, and move your hand down my body. It skims my thigh as you move slowly over, then under, my skirt. You stop, and the anticipation is killing me! Tightening your grip in my hair, making me whimper, you move your other hand slowly over the triangle of fabric you find; the only thing separating me from your questing fingers. I feel, more than hear, the soft growl you release when you find what your torment has been doing to me. Wet, excited, I am trembling, waiting for you to take the next step, unable to stand except that you are holding me up...and you stop.

With an audible groan, and almost violent force, you push me forward, demanding I put my hands down on the seat of the chair before we both fall over. Your grip in my hair becomes painful, and in this position, I am helpless to do anything about it. I hear a sound: A zipper being moved, cloth rustling as it falls to the floor.

I feel your fingertips run under the thin black string bisecting my ass, and wonder why you don't simply rip it, to get it out of the way. With slightly malicious glee, I realize you are torturing yourself as much as you are me. This is going to be brutally quick, and that's how we both want it. This time.

Something firm, hard, hot, nudges me from behind. I spread my legs a little, to get balance, a better angle...and you stop. Using my hair as a handle, you pull my head back further, so it is painful and uncomfortable. 

"Do you want me to stop?" I can't speak. "Well?" you demand. In answer, I lean back, forcing you to enter me, forcing you to push forward so we don't both tumble to the floor. Two harsh moans fill the room, and you keep moving forward until I gasp.

"Are you ok?" I hear the gentleness, nervousness, beneath the frustration and desperation. I make the only answer I can -- I push backwards, making you lean forward to keep us on our feet. You use my hair and hip to keep us together, upright, pushing in further, until a sharp edge of pain becomes the softer edge of pleasure. Our hips meet, and the sheer size of you sends me over the edge the first time. Slow steady strokes keep me there. You pause, allowing me to catch my breath, and I, regaining a small measure of control, flex. You groan, and it is almost enough to send you over.

I give a little cry, as your hand leaves my hair. In the next instant, I feel both hands settle on my hips. As the speed and depth of each thrust increases, I can feel you hitting that certain spot, where pain is pleasure. As I come again, I feel you come with me. Unable to stop, we are both lost to the sensations around us. As we slow our pace, I feel you slip out, breathing hard, and, hopefully, as weak kneed as I.

You turn to the boxes, and pick up a rag I hadn't notice you drop there, and clean yourself off. You hand me another one, to clean up the mess we have made. A languor has infused my muscles, and I can hardly move, perched on the edge of the chair. I re-button my shirt, readjust my clothing, and look up to see that strange expression on your face again. It is quickly gone, and if I hadn't seen it earlier, I would have missed it. I wonder what it is I have seen. I still can't stand, as my legs are trembling.

You turn to leave, then come back to me. Leaning over, planting a soft kiss on my cheek you whisper, "Your turn." Grinning, you saunter out of the room.



His Turn



I wrote this story a while ago, sometime in 2006. I didn't submit it then, mostly due to shyness I guess. Now I figured posting it wouldn't hurt. When I wrote this I got help in editing from honeywldcat, who I wish to thank for the effort. Better late than never, I hope. 

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Slowly I have gotten over my shyness and enjoy sex a lot more. It wasn't that sex was ever bad, but if I had known this is how it felt to start losing my inhibitions I would have loosened up a long time ago. Having Mark to help discover this new sensual side to me was the best way possible. Being with him was full of laughter, even when we tried something new and it didn't work. Sex was no longer serious anymore, it was experimental and fun. Just thinking about him brings a smile to my lips. Today Mark told me that it was his turn to try something new out. 

"Baby, let's get started," he said walking towards me. He was dressed only in worn out jeans that hung loosely on his hips. Just looking at him drives me crazy. He is gorgeous in anything he wears. I could never refuse him, not that I actually want to, and lately he has been exploiting that fact to the fullest. I don't mind that the least. 

"Sure, " I said smiling, "you can do anything you want to me and you know that". 

"I know," Mark said. He had this devilish glint in his eyes that told me this was going to be a special night. 

"We need to do something about this, you're way over dressed. And that, my dear, is not an option you're going to have for long." 

Mark started to help me out of my clothes. One agonizing piece at a time. There went my linen shirt, my skirt, and the woollen socks I had on. Not that great of a fashion statement, but oh so comfy. We were backing down towards the bed leaving a trail of clothes behind us. A part of me wanted to giggle and yet the situation was electric. His hands were caressing each part of my newly bared skin, making my skin hotter by the second. He made me feel beautiful, so wanted. That is what I love about him, the thing that made me fall for him in the first place. 

"Go lie on the bed, love," he said when the last of my clothes dropped on the floor. The black bra I had bought just a few weeks back.

I closed my eyes and did what he told me to. The sheets were satin, the coolness caressing my skin and making me smile in appreciation of his thoughtfulness. He took my hands gently, lacing his fingers with mine and pulled them over my head. 

'Oh my God, he is going to do it", I thought. My heart was beating like a drum and I must have looked like a deer in headlights. Damn if I was going to let that stop me from enjoying this. I took a deep breath and tried to relax and keep my hands from trembling. I was exicted and nervous at the same time. 

"That's it, relax. Nothing you don't want will happen to you tonight," Mark whispered in my ear his hot breath caressing my ear. He always knew what to say to me. He started nibbling my ear still keeping my hands up, making me get used to the sensation of restricted movement. 

"I'm going to tie you up, honey. You knew it and you'll love it. Just relax."

His lips started to wander down my neck, kissing and nibbling. My neck was such a sweet spot for me and he knew it. My breath caught in my throat and I could do nothing but moan and start to surrender to him. His tongue was drawing patterns on my skin. 

"Ohh, damn Mark." I do love how he can make me forget everything but him. 

Slowly his hands withdrew from mine still making sure I would keep my hands where he had placed them. Mark's hands massaged my muscles, slowly going downwards. He took out a pair of hand cuffs from his back pocket. 'How could I have missed those?' my mind was screaming. 

The cuffs felt heavy against my skin. The sound of them closing and the coldness of the steel gave me goose bumps and I shivered. Being at his mercy like this was making me lose my mind. His hands were all over my body, caressing my skin never letting me have a moment of doubt. 

"Looks like you're getting hot, honey," he said. "I know you will love what I have in store for us. We'll have a little feast. Now don't go anywhere, I'll be right back." He kissed me before exiting our room. 

'Don't go anywhere,' I thought, 'as if I could.' 

After only a few short minutes, which feel like hours when you're cuffed to a bed waiting, I could hear Mark's footsteps. Finally, he was coming back. He stood for a second at the door, grinning like a maniac. 

"I could watch you for ages like that, cuffed and waiting for my return." He stepped inside and now I could see he had a big bowl with him, filled with stuff. I couldn't really see what was in there since he had covered it with a little kitchen towel but I was getting curious. My curiosity was notorious, I just couldn't help myself. If I didn't know something, I would imagine something much greater and grander. My toes curled at the thought of what he might have collected. I needed to know.

Mark sat on the edge of our bed and bent down to kiss me. I felt his hot breath on my lips before his tongue snaked out dipping inside of my mouth, tasting me. He sucked my lower lip between his teeth and nibbled it for a moment. Oh how I love when he does that. He was making me moan, capturing the sound in his mouth. I was hot all over. The frustration was making me shift my hips, trying to find some friction against him and his jeans. 

"Oh no baby, I am in control, " he growled in my ear before stepping back and leaving me panting on the bed. He saw me staring at his jeans where his cock was bulging. Taking advantage of the situation he started to unbutton his jeans slowly. With every button he snapped open, he whispered something new to make my head spin. 

Dropping his jeans and underwear, he sat by the bed leaning towards the bowl that now laid forgotten by the nightstand. He took out a little jar that I recognized well. The chocolate body paint. I guess what goes around really does come around. He had warmed it up a bit and drizzled it down to my skin from my neck to my breasts making sure he did not miss my nipples. The hot chocolate felt amazing on my skin, slowly dripping towards my navel and my wet pussy. I closed my eyes for a moment from the sheer pleasure of it. Then I felt something different on my skin. Mark had taken out some strawberries and little pieces of pineapple from the fridge and he was dipping one berry into the chocolate on my body. He took a bite, his eyes now on mine, "Mmm, delicious."

He took another strawberry dipping it too in the chocolate feeding it to me, causing some of the juice drip down my chin. He bent down to lick it off. Licking the chocolate off of me, every now and then coming back to kiss me, making me taste the chocolate and strawberries and the sweetness of the pineapple on his lips. His tongue on my heated skin was setting me on fire. I was twisting as much as the cuffs on my wrists would allow me. I could feel his breath on my thighs now, pausing for a moment to admire my glistening pussy before he dove right in. I was soaking wet.

"Ohh, God." I couldn't help moaning, it felt so good. "Please!" 

His tongue was all over me, making me incoherent with the need he was waking in me. He started to suck my clit, scarping his teeth on it every so gently. My knees were shaking and I was close to cumming but I needed more. "Please Mark, more."

Mark took out a banana from the bowl. I didn't notice this until I could feel him pushing it along with his finger in my trembling pussy. He can be such a sneaky devil sometimes. It was hard and soft at the same time. He pumped my wet hole a few times making me squirm. Feeling the different textures was such a sensory overload I couldn't help cumming hard. My head was spinning and it felt as though I was free falling. His finger and the banana continued to move inside me while my pussy contracted. He wouldn't let me come down from my high as he kept moving it inside me, making me tremble and shake.

As I slowly started to come down from my orgasm, I could feel his hard cock against my leg. His lips were on my pussy. Evidently he wanted to give me a taste of myself, because he coated his fingers with my cum and began feeding it to me. 'I don't taste that bad,' I thought. 

Mark was starting to take me higher again as he began to eat the banana . "You taste so sweet, oh yes baby," he whispered just loud enough for me to hear. I could feel him eating the banana inside me. His hands were trailing patterns on me, pinching my nipples, making me tremble for him. 

He still was not finished with me. He had a surprise left in the bowl. I heard only a little bit of paper rustling and had no idea of what was coming. He had a red strawberry popsicle in his hand that had started to melt. He started trailing it on my body. I felt it first on my lips letting me suck it, the cold melting into my mouth. Then his lips were on mine, changing the cold into hot again. The kiss was demanding. I started to think he was beginning to lose his calm but before I could finish that thought, I felt the ice cold popsicle on my nipple followed by his mouth. The alteration of hot and cold, cold and hot was incredible. I never thought such a simple thing could make me feel like this, so full of sensations. 

The trail of cold went down my body, followed by Mark's lips and tongue. Then I felt the icy feeling on my pussy. The coldness enveloped my lips and focused on my clit that was begging for attention. When it touched me I would have jumped to the roof. I would have if not for Mark's strong hands on my hips keeping me in place. 

"Whoa there! Keep still," his voice rasped. My hands were clenching anything within reach. Anything I could to keep me sane. I was constantly bombarded with the feelings of hot and cold, the hardness of the ice and softness of his burning mouth, slickness of his tongue. All of my senses were focused on that one spot and it was burning and freezing at the same time. I was trembling and gasping for breath in between my moans and pleas. I didn't think I could take anymore without losing my mind for good. He pushed what was left of the popsicle to my quivering pussy. Pumping me and spreading the freeze inside me. Mark's tongue still kept working on my clit and making me climb higher and higher. I felt the first wave hit me with such force that I was sure I would pass out. I was screaming his name, seeing lights with my eyes closed. I surrendered to what felt like a tidal wave of sensations caressing me and keeping me afloat. Every part of my body was super sensitive to the touch. Everything felt like it was caressing me, the warmth that Mark radiated, the softness of the bed linen, the movement of the air around us. 

I could feel Mark take the popsicle out of me and replace it with his hardness. He gasped at the sensation of my cold pussy enveloping him. Mark started fucking me fast and hard, gasping for air just like I was, lost in the sensation. I was cumming and milking his cock, making him feel how much he had effected me. I could feel his teeth biting my shoulder, muffling his cry when he came. Spurting his hot cum deep inside me. He collapsed on top of me, both of us sweaty and exhausted.

After a few minutes when I was almost in dreamland, I could feel him unlocking the cuffs and rubbing my wrists. I trembled in his arms totally spent. He tucked us both in and pulled me closet. This time no words were needed to declare our love to each other. Just having him there holding me was all I needed before sleep took us both. 



His Turn



Sheila had never done a lap dance before. She'd never done anything truly erotic, really. Tonight would be the first time.

But hey, she thought, there's a first time for everything!

Besides, for Sheila, Tommy was worth anything. The brown-haired twenty-two-year old college student had been going out with Tommy for six months now. And she was surprised he had stuck around with her. He seemed really serious and into her, staying by her side when she caught that horrible case of chicken pox that had passed her by when she was a kid. And he helped her study for her classes and everything. He seemed to really think of her as his girlfriend, his lover, and his heart's desire.

That's why when he proposed they start taking turns doing different things for each other in bed, she'd agreed easily. Of course, she hadn't expected it would be her turn first. 

"Come on, baby," Tommy had said, his smiling blue eyes looking up into hers. 

"Do I have to go first?" she had whined slightly. 

"Yes, because I already know what I'll do for you. You could probably guess, too. But I think I'll be really surprised to see what you come up with. Please?"

Looking into the young blonde man's sparkling-eyed gaze, Sheila hadn't been able to say no. But what was she supposed to do?

It was her mother who had come up with the idea.

"Well, back in the day when your father and I used to try new things, I did a little strip tease for him. You know, taking my clothes off to sexy music, moving all slow and stripper-like – " 

"Mom!" Sheila had objected, covering her ears.

"What? Like you've never thought about it while you're out on the dance floor at those clubs you go to!"

"About taking my clothes off like a stripper? No!" 

"Why not? People dance the way they fuck. You think those men watching aren't imagining you getting undressed, just for them?" 

The two women had giggled hysterically at that, but Sheila knew her mother was right. A strip tease was just the thing she would do. It wasn't too dirty or nasty, though it really did make her blush. It was just erotic enough to belong in the realm of 'every man's fantasy is...' without being something so taboo and wicked she wouldn't be able to pull it off.

It was her sister who added the 'extras' to the whole episode Sheila had planned. "Lapdance, that's all I gotta say, sis...lap dance!"

And Sheila already knew what those were. Men could go to the strip clubs and sit in a chair, and have a stripper come and dance in their laps, just for them, but in front of everyone.

I can do that, Sheila thought. Take out the bar, the men staring at me from all around, and I could do that.

So that was her plan, and it was pretty easy to set up. She and Tommy usually had several nights during the week where they went to one apartment or the other, having quiet evenings together. So she just had to pick one, and come prepared. Once she told him what to do, he would do it, of course. Especially when he realized she was giving him her 'special something'. 

Sheila quivered with excitement as she went up the stairs to Tommy's apartment. She was so glad he didn't have roommates and just had his bachelor pad, with the large double bed and leopard skin print blankets on it shoved in one corner. The couch was in the middle of the room, facing the front door and the television on the entertainment unit next to it. Also, right now Tommy had no neighbors. A lot of college kids were in between semesters, so the other two apartments on Tommy's floor were empty.

How perfect could it be?

Sheila knocked on her boyfriend's door and he met her, smiling brightly.

"Hey, baby, come on in! I was wondering when you were going to show up."

He went to take off her coat, but Sheila clutched the long jacket tightly.

"I'm going to keep this on," she whispered, eyes down. 

"Ohhhkay..." Tommy said. 

Then he went to sit on the couch, blinking at Sheila as she walked over to the stereo. She knew she was blushing deeply, but she pulled her hair across her cheeks to hide it, hoping Tommy wouldn't see it. She also hoped that when she leaned forward, the slit up the back of the tan trench coat she was wearing wouldn't reveal anything underneath. Or the surprise might be ruined! 

"What are you up to?" Tommy said, peering at his girlfriend as she turned to face him from in front of the television set and stereo speakers.

"I'm going to show you...in about ten seconds..."

He spread his legs slightly and leaned back against the black leather couch, looking slightly stunned and shocked. Then the music began to play. The dance beat started slow, but was bouncing from the get-go. Tommy recognized the song and bounced his head slightly up and down to the beat. Then his eyes were glued to Sheila as she turned sideways.

Sheila stuck out one leg, letting the jacket open in front of her, away from Tommy's eyes. The two parts of the jacket slid down her leg, exposing the fishnet stocking she was wearing. As the jacket moved off of her leg, Tommy could see that she was wearing high stiletto heels he hadn't noticed before. The fishnet stocking went up to the middle of Sheila's thigh and was held there by its own tightness, no garters.

And from where Tommy sat on the couch, he couldn't see even the barest hint of shorts or a skirt on Sheila's bare leg.

She could be naked under the jacket, for all he knew.

The thought must have excited him because he had to adjust himself slightly. And that made Sheila smile. That was the reaction she wanted.

The music sped up and Sheila whirled around in a circle so fast that Tommy never had a chance to glimpse what was beneath the coat as it flew open, then flew closed. Sheila did a few hip lunges on that side, then let her other leg get exposed the same as she had the first. She grinned wickedly at her boyfriend over her shoulder, hair shadowing her face.

She wasn't blushing anymore. This wasn't half bad, after all. But she knew she had to show him some skin or he would lose interest. A guy could see a sexy girl any time on the television, all he had to do was turn on the music video channels. But Sheila planned on showing him more than he would ever see on those types of videos. Pornos, maybe... 

This would be real life, though. 

Now she had her back to him, and she let her head drop backward, her hair long and flowing in its full bodied curls down her back. She grabbed the collar of the jacket with both hands, pulling it wide so she was exposed.

But her front was facing the stereo. And Tommy was left imagining what she was wearing yet again. Sheila turned her head to give him a sly grin. Then she peeled the jacket off one shoulder, letting her body bounce slightly with the blaring tunes. The words to the music spoke about phone sex and sexual pleasures versus intellectual conversation. It was a blatantly liberal sex song. And it was an excellent choice.

As the jacket slid down Sheila's shoulder, Tommy could see that she was wearing...nothing still! All he got was her exposed and very bare flesh. Sheila whipped the jacket back up and started teasing him with the other one.

She could hear him groaning. That's what she was going for. 

Tommy called out to her. "Come on, Sheila! Take it off!"

But she ignored him, still going slow and teasing him with her jacket. Now her legs were splayed out on the floor, her thighs separated wide. Sheila dropped her head back again, this time lifting the coat up by the collar. 

Slowly, the jacket began to expose more and more of her legs. But all Tommy could see was the red fishnet stockings. Nothing else was showing but flesh at the tops of her thighs, where Sheila stopped the jacket from rising any further. 

"You better show me what you got under there, girl, or I'm going to come over there and make you!"

Right on cue with the music, just like she had practiced, Sheila whirled around to face Tommy, whipping the jacket off her arms and letting it fly across the room to one side. Now everything she had underneath it was exposed.

Sheila was wearing a costume she'd bought straight from a strip joint's dance shop. Red leather came up over her breasts, harnessing the rounded tops. Underneath there was no supporting underwire or leather, but instead there were chains, silver chains that slid under the curve of her breasts and held the luscious mounds up off her chest. More chains ran across her exposed nipples, almost appearing to cut into them except that the rounded links were not painful at all to Sheila. Various parts of the leather that ran up to her neck were studded. Her thong matched the top harness, consisting of a leather strap that rode high on each hip and was attached to two chains in front and back. The chains held a small triangle of studded red leather over Sheila's privacy, barely covering her throbbing lips. But other than that, Sheila wore little else.

Tommy's jaw dropped, and he was stunned, his fingers clenching and unclenching against his thighs. Sheila could tell he was just aching to touch her, fondle her through this lovely get-up. Her sister had warned her that it would really push him too far. But Sheila didn't care.

Wasn't that the whole purpose of this special time? This special arrangement they had made? To do things for each other that would excite them beyond measure? It was obvious she had succeeded. Tommy's pants were bulging with his rigid cock. But Sheila wasn't done.

She danced a bit to the music, letting the first song wind down. Then another one came up, about a girl who liked to be roughed up. The words made the prospect of domination sound so sexual and sweet and desirable, it was easy to dance slower to this beat, and let the music infect her libido.

Sheila reached over to where the stereo was. When she turned around to face Tommy again, she was holding a small five inch dildo of clear silicone. She had been warned against the dangers of latex, and had bought only the best. It was more of a butt plug type of toy, but Sheila didn't want anything to replace a living cock. She already had Tommy.

This was just for one purpose – to tease the hell out of her already-tormented boyfriend.

Sheila propped one foot up and a bit to the side on Tommy's glass coffee table. She looked down and realized she could see her own reflection in the mirror-like surface of the table. Her sex was exposed between the peeking slit in the leather triangle and once she unclasped two of the chains on one side, the whole piece came off. She could see her own lips, swollen and excited, and the bright red flush of her open and wet cunt, waiting for attention. 

Tommy leaned forward slightly, but Sheila warned him off with a quick and evil grin. He stayed forward but knew to keep his hands to himself. Slowly, hips swaying gently as the music began to get more serious, Sheila lowered the dildo to her waiting pussy. 

The tip of it was cold at first. She had considered buying lubricant, but that had seemed so fake. She didn't want to interrupt what she had been hoping would be an incredibly sexy interlude just to apply gobs of fake cum to a dildo. 

Sheila ran the tip of the silicone toy up and down her lips, looking down into the top of the coffee table and seeing the fake penis-shaped dildo parting her sex. Already she was wet. It hadn't taken much to get into the mood for doing this. But she hadn't expected to be this turned on.

As she watched, she slid the dildo up against her clit, teasing her sweet love bud. Then she lowered it down, knowing Tommy was watching her every move. Daringly, she teased it over her anus. Her whole body shook in tiny shocks as the new sensation of having something other than flesh touching her asshole stimulated her. But quickly, Sheila moved it back up to her sex. She looked up, making sure Tommy's eyes were glued to her cunt. Then she began to slowly insert the toy into her privacy.

The short toy was rather thick, its fake bulbous head expanding her hole. She had never been able to watch herself like this before. Sheila watched as her inner labia sucked at the toy and almost seemed to pull it deeper inside. And she could hear Tommy groaning in pleasure as the toy slid further, deeper, inside her.

Sheila could feel her legs getting weak. She licked her lips, feeling her mouth getting incredibly moist as she looked down into the coffee table's glassy surface. The toy was sliding deeper inside her now. Carefully, almost intrigued, she withdrew it. It was coated with juice and wetness. Slick with her own excitement. To see it there, like that, nestled between her pussy folds and cunthole, was almost too much.

She began to push it back inside, making it move quicker. It slid in with incredible ease and she groaned, making soft moans as it went all the way in and then came all the way out. Then Sheila rubbed the wet head of the toy over her clit, flicking it back and forth, imagining it was a finger or a tongue.

It was too much for her...and for Tommy.

One minute she was over his table, slowly fucking herself with the new toy. Then the next, Tommy was next to her, picking her up by the hips and throwing her down on the couch.

"I can't fucking stand it anymore," he was growling.

Tommy threw the wicked toy away from them with one hand while the other deftly undid his pants. Then she felt the hot warmth of a real cock entering her. And Tommy took no time in starting his pounding fuck-thrusts. 

Sheila raised her netted legs and draped them over Tommy's back, high enough to be spreading her pussy wide for his thick, long member. He was much more than five inches, and she could feel him fucking deep into her cunt. 

"Sheila, you're so fucking hot, oh my gods," he was moaning. 

Sheila felt her pussy being pounded more viciously than ever before. The excitement of everything she had done to get Tommy to this point washed over her, along with the hot ending of the music and the beginning of another dark and delicious erotic song. 
 Soon, she was coating his cock with a new thicker juice, her own orgasmic cum, and she could feel herself gripping his thick shaft as he continued to ram and piston in and out of her.

Then Tommy was joining her, forcing her harder and harder into the couch's cushions as he blew his hot load up inside her pussy. He panted and groaned and pushed himself deeper and deeper, until at last he was lying over Sheila, quite spent.

She chuckled lightly, and he looked down at her, his face coated with sweat.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"Oh, I just wonder what you're going to have to do for your turn." She winked at him. 

"I have no idea how I'm going to top this, Sheila. That was...it was just amazing!" 

"I know," she said, stroking his cheek.

"But hey, if you run out of ideas, I have a new outfit and dildo you could borrow!" 

Tommy gasped and Sheila laughed.



His Turn



“But you cheated last time!” her voice rose on the word cheated, almost assuming a little girl whine, he half expected the accompanying stomped foot and “It’s not FAIR”!

“You agreed to the rules. No renegotiating until we’ve both had a turn. It’s like a board game – you can’t change the rules in the middle of a game!”

A look of apprehension crossed her face. Instantly, he was at her side, pulling her into his arms. “Darling, if you’re not comfortable we don’t have to play.”

With mock anger she pushed him away – or more accurately given their respective sizes, she pushed herself away from him. “You are NOT going to deprive me of my enjoyment of your turn!”

Dramatically she extended her arms in front of her, palm down with the wrists crossed. “Now tie me you wretch.”

They played many variations of this game. They needed no games. Even after years of domestic harmony and frequent lovemaking as well as quick and dirty fucking when the occasion and mood demanded, he still made her heart beat faster with just a glance. He got a soft adoring look on his face and tone in his voice when she called him at work – a fact about which his guys mercilessly teased. She introduced him as “My husband” more frequently than truly called for simply because she loved the sound of that phrase in regard to this man.

They both enjoyed the games, though - - the liberty of perfect trust without inhibition. Their love a tangible presence that others frequently noted with a sweet smile or Disney-worthy comment. 

So, with arms outstretched, her weight canted on one hip in saucy defiance despite her casual birthday-suit attire. He had insisted that they dress alike – ordinarily a silly sappy couple custom…but in this case quite apropos. 

“Keep your arms out if you wish – but that isn’t the first surprise.”

At the husky almost-whispery tone, her nipples responded with alacrity – tightening to rounded buds that cried out for his lips. He valiantly resisted the temptation and walked around her, temporarily ignoring his near-full erection, his penis having come to attention at the precise moment that his mind registered those beautiful big nipples in the middle of her perfect small breasts…just the right size for his hand to encompass…for his mouth to devour…shaking off the distraction, he drew a black silk cloth around her neck…pausing for a moment to tease with the sliding silk on her sensitive neck and that place where her hairline ended and her neck began…winding the cloth around and tying it securely to form a blindfold.

Her hair was still up from her work day – a reverse French braid that had begun to unravel, leaving little strands surrounding her beautiful face that now had begun to flush with anticipation of pleasure.

“Not too tight, is it?” His tone was lightly mocking although the question was real – he would die before he caused her a second of discomfort. Their games never got out of hand – always poised gracefully on that edge that they both enjoyed so well…laughingly dissolving into each other and the sanctity of their eternal bond when they had attempted games that did not suit them.

She shook her head and he crossed back to her front side…admiring those lovely breasts that were starting to lose that full tightness…he reached out and tweaked both nipples simultaneously – her gasp of surprise accompanying the abrupt re-tightening of those buds and, he was sure, a rush of moisture to her pussy. That he would sample later, but for now…He wound another length of silk around her wrists, knotting them on top of several layers to ensure that she would bear no mark from these mild restraints. 

Without a word, he led her over to the wall of their bedroom, firmly turning her so that her naked derriere was against the wall. He extended her arms straight above her head. A third strand of silk was used to loosely secure her bound wrists to a hook, previously installed at the appropriate height.

“I KNEW that wasn’t a hook for a plant!” He ignored her muttered comment and retreated a few feet from her, backing up so that he could fully admire his handiwork.

She stood before him – a fantasy – a vision. All pale skin contrasted by dark hair at the apex of her legs and on her head…black silk blindfold and wrist bind - - her hands suspended with enough slack so that her elbows were slightly bent but the positioning was comfortable.

His cock bounced slightly – nodding its agreement with its owner’s admiration of his captive bride. He turned his back for only a moment – retrieving a small hand-held battery-operated vibrator. This he held in his left hand. His right retrieved a slightly melted ice-cube from a strategically-placed glass. These implements and those supplied by his body and imagination would be his tools.

She felt him approach and could not resist her body’s attempt to lean toward him – having to reposition her feet to keep from stumbling or bowing out into an arch – yearning for his touch. She gasped when the ice caressed her left nipple – swirling around in four or five complete revolutions before he removed it and replaced it with his hot mouth…sucking light with growing suction until the sucking was not sufficient and his teeth joined in a light bite – never to hurt – just an emphasis – a counter-point to the pleasure brought from his tender attention. 

He had carefully kept his other hand back out of touch. Knowing that she would expect similar treatment to her other breast, he turned on the vibrator and touched the tip of her right nipple with the vibrating end. She emitted a low groan…moving her hips involuntarily as the combination of sensation and surprise multiplied and transformed her to a creature of pure lust…Abandoning the torture of her nipple he slowly traveled the vibrator down her side…circling her belly-button and tracing the bottom edge of the boundary between her legs. 

As he knew she would, she moaned and spread her legs – trying to tilt her pelvis for him to more easily access her wet waiting entrance.

Ignoring this mute but unmistakable plea he stepped back and waited one beat. In one motion, he extended his ice-bearing hand and stroked in a frontwards motion from the groove of her anus to her clitoris, pausing there slightly – her gasp having taken on a new quality. Her knees nearly buckled and he almost relented but the prize was nearly within reach…

He lay his body against hers – his cock a promise against her body – not yet inserted in its accustomed home, but pulsing with the desire to be sheathed there in that warm grasping orifice. Hands against the wall, he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Stay standing up straight or you shall have to be punished for your disobedience.”

Since he was positioned so nicely, he nipped and sucked at her neck – using the combination of light tongue stroke and hard almost bruising suction that nearly undid her – hastening the pace of her breathing to the point that he schooled himself to wait a full count of 10 – wanting her hot and desperate but not so volatile that she would pop into orgasm at his first taste. 

Kneeling before her he abandoned the vibrator on the floor – turned off – probably unnecessary for the completion of this particular game. The ice still half-formed, he used it and the fingers surrounding it to rub teasingly along her very wet pussy knuckles up – teasing her with no insertion – the alternating cold ice and warmer flesh triggering another knee bend and restless movement of her hips, as though she was uncertain which direction would give greater penetration and accompanying release…

He teased her with the ice – sometimes extending ice only to rub her clitoris, sometimes ice-and-finger, but never penetrating past the first knuckle. As the ice melted completely away he continued his light finger stroking. His own arms were now trembling – his body taut with desire. Bracing on both sides of her he pushed close enough to run his tongue around her clitoris – rewarded by loud response – a moan rising to almost a squeal. 

Her eyes blinded, arms extended almost painfully but just on the pleasure side of that line – the indescribable sensations that he wrought in her body were exquisite torture. Her nipples tightened at merely the remembered sensation of icy wetness followed by his greedy mouth…the vibrator a different sensation entirely…tantalizing…

Her clitoris engorged to an almost unbearable tightness to the touch of his fingers…the ice…his fingers….Oh, God! His tongue caressed her clit and she felt the pleasure nearly overwhelm her…God - - take me NOW! But she remained as silent as she could, which of course was not silent at all but included no words…no pleas…still – he withdrew his teasing tongue. He removed himself totally from her body and she felt his hands untying her wrists from their confining hook.

‘Oh goody – now we get to fuck!’ Simplistic thoughts seemed to be the height of her capacity at the moment.

He led her over to the bed and gently but firmly pushed her against it – face down – arms still bound but now roughly clasped over her head. Her hips against the edge of the bed – legs slightly spread until he used his own foot to push them further apart.

Lightly caressing her right butt cheek he almost crooned. “You were very disobedient.”

Her body had a moment to interpret those words before his extended hand came down in a sharp spank on her cheek. Another caressing touch on the other cheek – this one more lingering and finished with a finger slide up from her pussy edge through the space between the globes of her ass cheeks…a hesitation just to make sure that she couldn’t fully anticipate the spank and then the other cheek too was smacked soundly. She could feel her body tighten – excitement almost too much to stand – cheeks feeling hot but never as hot as the inferno she felt in her vibrating pussy.

He indulged them both in three more swats - - drawing closer to her pussy with each and lingering longer on the stroking in between. Finally, pulling her cheeks apart he pushed only the tip of one finger inside her pussy - - following immediately with his cock head - - getting the angle just exactly right and then with one savage stroke he joined them – his cock fully embedded in her pussy – her scream unchecked as her body instantly tightened around him. 

His control almost gone at the feel of her surrounding him – he withdrew only far enough to give them both the satisfaction of a thorough thrust as he once again found the end of her. This time, between his ever-more-rapid strokes he gave a lighter spank on alternating cheeks - - this interfered with his rhythm and he abandoned the mock-punishment in favor of slapping flesh merely from the pace and strength of his cock thrusting into her eager and welcoming pussy. In an almost operatic scale - - rising vocally from low to almost a scream, she tightened spasmodically around him…catapulting over into an orgasm of such strength and duration that he had to think of accounting formulas and paper recycling in order to hold somewhat still. 

Knowing her body as he did, he gave her a few beats to pass from full orgasm to the after-shocks that could extend for minutes. He withdrew almost fully from her and then changed his angle slightly so that he entered again with exquisite slowness – with each withdrawal he changed angles until he had formed an entirely new rhythm - - catching her again as her body began enjoying this new dance…

In a few minutes she was straining back against him - - urgently begging with her body for him to bring them both that blessed release…she felt him grow even harder within her…his pace faltering and his grip on her hips tightening to that pleasure/pain point…with almost a yell, he released within her and she joined him…both of them lost in a world that held only each other…falling together with a timeless moment of sensation…

Minutes later he tenderly unbound his captive princess. She looked at him with eyes overflowing love and adoration and trust. Entwining their bodies as closely as they could, they retreated under the covers of their marriage bed. Her eyes overflowing just a bit – a phenomenon that had once worried him but that he now recognized as an acknowledgement of feelings too powerful and profound for words. He laid his lips in her now almost fully unbound hair and they fell into sleep together.






His Turn



He sent her a text message that made it very clear. "I will be there at 1020pm, pet. I want you naked and waiting for me. No questions." 

He knew the effect it would have on her when he pushed the send button. The only reply that she sent back was a simple "Yes, Sir."

When he arrived at her house, the only visible light was on the front porch. He walked up to the door and opened it. She always left it unlocked when she knew he was going to be coming to see her. He entered the living room and closed the door behind him, locking it. He knew the way to where she was waiting. Opening the door to her bedroom, he found her, sitting on the edge of her bed, candles lighting up the room, soft music playing in the background. He pushed the door shut and stood motionless watching her just long enough for her to start fidgeting nervously.

"Come here," he said quietly, but in a tone of voice that didn't allow her to misunderstand his intentions. She hesitated slightly, trying to read his eyes. "Now!" he growled sharply. She scrambled to her feet quickly. As she approached him, he reached out to wrap the fingers of one hand tightly through her hair and pulling her close. He shoved her roughly against the wall next to the door, pressing his body against hers. Tugging her head to one side, he lowered his mouth to her neck and whispered in her ear. "You should have come when I told you to the first time. You'll have to pay for that later, my pet. But for now, I need something and you are going to give it to me. Or I will just take it, which I plan to do anyway. You see, all I've thought about today is what I plan to do tonight. I intend to use your body until I'm satisfied. I will use you in any way that I choose and you will open up for me. If this is something you do not wish to happen, you need to state that now and I will leave. Do you understand?"

He raised his head and stared into her eyes as he waited for her answer, knowing that she didn't have the breath or the ability to answer him verbally at that moment. At the same time, he kicked her legs apart with his foot. His other hand slid down her body and he thrust two fingers hard into her already wet pussy. Stroking them quickly and forcefully in and out of her body, he watched her stop breathing and felt a tremble pass through her. She moaned softly when he pulled his fingers from her wetness, arching slightly towards him. Still holding her motionless with his grip in her hair, he kissed her harshly, hard enough to bruise her lips, claiming her.

Caught off guard by the wave of sensation that hit her with his words and his touch, she remained silent, unable to speak. He lowered his mouth to her right nipple, teasing it and sucking gently as it hardened under his tongue. Then he ran his tongue up her body and to her neck, touching her earlobe. Bringing his hand up to where his mouth had just been, he softly thumbed her nipple. He softly whispered again into her ear, "I said, do you understand?" 

At that moment, he squeezed her nipple as hard as he could, sending the pain radiating through her body. She screamed into his neck "Yes, Sir!"

"Tell me what you understand, my pet", he said as he released his grip on her breast. 

"You intend to use your pet for your satisfaction tonight, Sir. You intend to take your pleasure and allow me the honor of using my body to please you. This body, mind, and heart willingly belong to you tonight, my Sir." 

He smiled. "Good, my pet." He kissed her softly on the lips, letting the kiss gently deepen. It was the last time he would be gentle with her for a while. Tonight was not for making love. He would take what he needed and he had no plans to let her say otherwise. This time would be quick and forceful, claiming her body for his own possession.

Releasing his hold on her hair, he quickly pushed her towards the bed. "Sit down." She could only do as she was told. As she watched him mesmerized, he unfastened the pants he wore and lowered them. He pulled his already hard cock out, watching her face the whole time. The transformation from Her to his pet was thoroughly complete. She was his and he knew it.

Once again taking her hair in his fist, he pulled her head forwards and brushed his cock against her lips. "I want in that pretty mouth and throat. Open up, pet." She swirled her tongue around the head of his penis, then wrapped her lips around it, moving back and forth along the first two inches. He guided her with his firm grip, moving her where he wanted her to go. It was delicious, almost too good. As much as he was tempted to thrust himself deep in her throat and cum down the back of it, he knew that he wanted to be inside of her hot wet pussy also. With reluctance, he pulled himself away from her mouth. She whimpered and moved to follow him. "Stop!" He yanked hard on her hair then, pulling her head backwards, causing her to gasp. "No one gave you permission to do that."

"Get up there at the head of the bed, put your hands against the bars and don't waste time doing it." She did as she was told. "Remember what we were talking about the other day, my slut? It's time for you to learn some self-control. Do not make a sound and don't remove your hands from those bars. If you do, I will make damn sure you don't have the ability to make noise or move in any way." 

He had picked up the small egg shaped vibrator while she wasn't looking. He slowly, looking her in the eye, moved it across her slit and and with his other hand, dipped a finger into her cunt. She bit her lip. He joined that finger with a second one. Turning his palm towards the ceiling, he curled his fingers inside of her and stroked the top of her pussy walls, finding her gspot and rubbing it briskly. At the same time, he used his other hand to circle her swollen clit with the toy. 

Watching her, he knew she wouldn't be able to keep quiet for much longer. At least, he was hoping she wouldn't. There it was, the moan she tried to hold back, which only led the way for more sounds to escape from her. He rubbed her gspot harder and quickened his movements on her clit. He watched her face as she cried out, knowing that she was no longer able to control herself. She came hard, clamping down on his fingers, screaming his name.

He smiled at her. "Didn't do such a good job with that self-control, did you? That's another thing you'll be paying for later. Do I need to put something in your mouth to keep you quiet, my pet?" 

"No, Sir", she whimpered. He held his fingers, still soaked with her pussy juice, up to her lips. She eagerly sucked them clean. 

He couldn't wait any longer. The remainder of his clothes were thrown to the side. Sliding his body between her legs, he supported his weight on his arms and looked down into her eyes. "I think it's time for me to take what is mine, don't you?" She was still struggling to catch her breath. 

He found the opening to her cunt and slowly slid himself all the way into her. Her eyes grew wider and she arched up to meet him. Her legs came up around behind him and she squeezed his body against and into hers. 

Slowly, rhythmically, he moved in and out of her, letting the sensation build up in his body. Reaching down between them, she stroked her clit, feeling another orgasm rising in her quickly. She closed her eyes. "Open your eyes! I want to see you looking at me when you cum!" With those words, she began to cum around his cock. She stared back into his eyes as she came, the experience heightened by the knowledge that someone was closely observing her every reaction.

When she started to regain control, he pulled out and turned her over roughly. "My turn", he snarled. He lifted her to her knees, her ass in the air, her open cunt inviting him. He plunged into her hard, nearly causing her to fall forward. She caught herself and braced to meet his thrusts. 

At this point, he was taking what he had started out to get. He fucked her with everything he had in him. He no longer cared about what she was feeling, only that he was taking from her what was his and what she gave. Fucking is what it was, pure and simple. He pounded into her hard as he felt his own cum approaching. When it hit, he sank his cock as deep into her as he could go, holding her body tightly against his as he filled her up with his cum. It seemed to go on forever and he held her ass in place until he started to relax again.

Pulling out of her, he slid down onto the bed next to her. She crawled to him and began to suck the combined juices of the both of them off of his softening penis. She looked up at his face as she licked him clean. When the job was finished to her satisfaction, she climbed up into his arms. Holding her against him and snuggled into her back, he fell asleep quickly. She followed shortly after, feeling the safety of her Sir's arms around her.



His Turn



This is a sequel to my story entitled Her Turn. Hope you like it. Any comments are welcome, I can only improve if you let me know how.

I remember the last time she was in charge. She had me tied to a table, trussed up and helpless while she teased me nonstop until finally fucking me in the ass with her strap on until I had an explosive orgasm. I remember the feeling of the dildo as it slid into my ass, making me feel full. I remember wondering if it felt the same way when I took her anally. Did the spongy texture of my cock feel different in her ass?

But now it was my turn. I had her wrists bound together and tethered to the eye hook I had placed in the ceiling. I made sure the hook was anchored securely into the ceiling joists so they would hold as much weight as I needed without fear of falling. Her ankles were wrapped with padded cuffs. The cuffs had eyelets to which I had a rope fastened. The other ends of those ropes were fastened to other eyelets I had placed further apart in the ceiling. It had the desired effect of keeping her legs spread apart at an almost 90 degree angle, and supported her hips so she was suspended. Because I wanted to keep her in this position for a while, I also used a wide swath wrapped around her midsection and affixed to yet another eyelet in the ceiling. This supported all of her body in the air without causing too much strain on any part of her body. 

This also gave me full access to her body. He head was unsupported so that I could keep it at any angle I wanted; I had plans which required this. She was suspended in the air in this position about 5 inches off the bed with her entire pelvis at the bottom edge of the bed. This would allow me to stand at the end of the bed and do what I wanted while she would still swing forward and back but not sideways. My pelvis height was a perfect to match her pussy and ass. These were proudly displayed, accessible for my attention.

"Are you comfortable?" I asked.

"Yes, I am ok", she replied.

"Good. This is going to be a long but good night!"

"What do you plan to do?" she asked. 

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it. You didn't tell me you were going to fuck me up my ass when YOU were in charge. I am not going to tell you what I will do either. You will just have to wait and see" I said.

I looked at her blue eyes, the eyes I had fallen in love with already. It wasn't just the blue eyes, it was the soul beneath them. She had really surprised me. She was everything I had wanted in a partner, in a wife. I was even more blessed with her desire to live out our kinkiest ideas, of which we did on many occasions. This was to be one of those moments.

I saw the look of desire, anticipation, and love in those same blue eyes. What I did not see was fear. I could see that she trusted me; trusted me to do my heart's desire without worrying about being hurt. As we have always told each other, a little pain was good; it heightened the senses and increased the pleasure. It was a fine line though, and we both understood that.

"Do you remember your safe word?" I asked. 

"Yes", she replied.

"Do you think you will use it?" I asked.

"I have never before. I don't expect to have to now. Why, what do you have planned?" she asked.

"You will just have to wait and see, won't you. Actually, right now I don't want you seeing" I said.

After which, I proceeded to wrap a silk scarf around her head, obscuring her eyes completely. I wanted her to be deprived of some of her senses in order to increase others. I then placed earbuds in her ear, plugged the cord into my phone, and started a playlist of Matchbox 20 songs. I made sure it was turned up enough to drown out any sounds I might make but not too loud as to be uncomfortable.

I then reached down and gently rubbed circles on her breasts. They were milky with a touch of suntan, probably from her frequent trips to the tanning booths at Planet Fitness. Her breasts were firm from her workouts there. She has quarter sized areola that shrink to dime size when they were stimulated. They were already stimulated and her nipples stood out about half an inch. I wanted them more erect though. 

So I rubbed her breasts slowly in circles moving closer and closer to the center, where her erect nipples were. Her areola responded and became even more wrinkled and the minute muscles there contracted. Her nipples extended a little more and became very hard. I tweaked each nipple a little, then grabbed each nipple between my thumb and finger of each hand and squeezed hard. She gasped when I did and I felt the nipples get even harder.

I then grabbed the nipple clamps I had purchased earlier and opened the jaw of the first one. It was the type that was adjustable so I could make it as tight as I wanted. I placed the jaw of the clamp on her nipple and started turning the screw. I turned it until it started to get tight, then looked at her face while I continued turning the screw. As soon as she started wincing a little, I stopped. I repeated the same thing with the other nipple and clamp. Both of her nipples were tightly squeezed making them seem a lot longer than they were.

Next, I walked around to the foot of her bed where her ass and pussy were on display. I looked at her crinkled rosebud anus. She always kept herself shaved completely. I couldn't help but wonder how she was able to shave the area around her anus by herself. I liked shaving her, but she kept it well maintained on her own unless I said I wanted to shave her myself.

I grabbed the vibrating anal plug. It was a medium sized one. I then grabbed the bottle of lube and squeezed a dollop onto my finger. I rubbed the lube around her asshole in slow circles. I knew the lube was kind of cool and would feel good against the natural heat in her asshole. I slowly circled her bud getting closer and closer to the middle. When my finger was in the middle, I slowly pushed it into her ass about to the second knuckle. Withdrawing my finger, I squeezed more lube onto my finger and pushed it back in, this time all the way in. I worked it in and out slowly, and felt her ass relax. After withdrawing my finger again, I placed my middle finger alongside the first and pushed them both in. She tensed for a second and I stopped. When she relaxed again, I pushed them the rest of the way in. I started to fuck my fingers slowly in and out of her ass and she moaned a little. I could see a little moisture forming just inside her pussy.

Next, I removed my fingers and grabbed the plug. After applying the lube all over the plug, I placed the tip against her ass. I pushed a little and felt the tip slip past her sphincter. Stopping there, I let her get used to it. Then I pushed the plug in further about half way up the taper. It was a single tapered plug, the type that slowly tapers wider then gets suddenly smaller to hold the plug inside. I slid it back out almost all the way and pushed it forward again. This time it slid almost to the narrow constriction of the plug, but not quite all the way. I again slid it out and turned it, making sure that the lube was evenly coating the entire inside of your ass. I pushed in again with a little more force and this time it popped all the way and her anus closed around the narrower part, locking it in until I decided to pull it out. I flipped the switch at the bottom, turning the vibrator on. She moaned again.

I lightly rubbed my hand over her pussy and her juices coated my hand making my hand appear wet. I stepped back a little to admire my handiwork. Her ass looked so sexy with the plug sticking out. Her pussy was secreting a lot of natural lubrication making her lips look wet. Her labia were slightly swollen with the stimulation she was already receiving. I could see a tinge of pink on her smooth labia from the blood as it pumped through her. She was definitely turned on already.

Next I grabbed the riding crop. It was made just for spanking a pussy and had a flat one and half inch wide leather pad at the end, just the perfect width to match her pussy. Since she was blindfolded, she had no idea what I was about to do. I raised the crop about 8 inches above her pussy and flicked my wrist. It landed with a surprisingly loud smack squarely onto her pussy. I could see her entire body convulse a little from the surprise. I looked at her face, at least what I could see of her face, to make sure that I did not hurt her too much. I saw a look of surprise, but not of serious pain.

Then I flicked my wrist up and down quickly and gave her a series of swats right on her pussy, not hard but in rapid succession. Her labia turned a brighter shade of red as I did. I gently rubbed her pussy and it felt warm to my hand. I moved my hand and looked up at her face, looking for the expressions on her face. She was breathing harder and faster, but didn't appear to be hurt. I watched her face and listened to her breathing again, waiting for her to calm down. She must be wondering what I was doing.

After she seemed to relax, I then flipped the crop fast and harder, landing with a loud smack right on her lips. Her entire body jerked in the ropes from the surprise and sudden stimulation. After turning the crop around, I slid the handle into her pussy. She was so wet, it slid in about six inches without any restriction. I withdrew the crop handle from her pussy and pulled the plug from her ass with a plop.

Now that I had warmed her pussy up, it was time to cool it down some. I grabbed the bowl of ice cubes I had hidden under the edge of the bed. They were large cubes, but had melted some so that there were no sharp edges remaining. I grabbed a large cube from the bowl and brought it to her crotch. I pushed the cube in between her swollen and red labia, but did not slide it in. Her entire body tensed from the sudden shock of the ice hitting her lips. I rubbed it up and down her slit, then pulled it away. I wanted the ice to shock her, not cause pain.

I grabbed another ice cube and pushed the end of the cube against her asshole. The crinkled circle immediately contracted from the cold and her asshole became a lot smaller and tighter. I also heard her inhale a large breath of air and fill her lungs with the sudden shock. She opened her lips, clenched her teeth, and inhaled through her teeth.

I moved back to the side of the bed and removed the nipple clamps. I knew the sudden increase in blood flow to her nipples would make them feel like they were very hot. I grabbed two ice cubes and pushed them against both of her erect nipples at the same time, rubbing circles all around. The areola instantly wrinkled and contracted again, making her nipples look hard enough to punch through paper.

When I did this, I received the first actual vocal reaction from her as she yelled "Fuck!" pretty loud. I continued rubbing the ice cubes against her nipples until they were melted too small to hold. The nipples were standing out straight and proud, like little soldiers at attention. I grabbed the nipple clamps again and placed them both back on her nipples with the same procedure I used the first time. Only this time I didn't need to stimulate them, they were already fully erect.

I went back to the foot of the bed and grabbed a slender ice cube that had melted halfway gone. Placing the cube back to her asshole, I quickly shoved it all the way and pushed it deeper inside her ass as far as my finger would reach. I considered shoving another inside her pussy, but I was afraid the sensitive tissue inside would cause the sudden pain to hurt way too much. I did, however, grab another half melted cube and rub it directly onto her clit. It was easy to find, because it was fully erect. She squirmed a lot in her ropes when I did that. I was glad I placed the eyelets into the joists, or her squirming might dislodge them and she would fall down. 

Now that her pussy was cooled off, it was time to warm it back up. But before I did anything else, I grabbed the plug and placed it back at the entrance to her ass. I pushed in slowly and firmly until it slid all the way back into her ass, locking itself into place. I turned the vibrator back on, then stood up.

I was already fully erect from all the activities so far. I grabbed my cock and placed it at the entrance to her pussy and shoved all the way in one stroke. Her pussy still felt cool inside from the ice I had shoved up her ass. I pulled out completely, then shoved all the way back in. I continued stroking all the way in and out quickly until I felt her pussy warm up considerable. I pumped her pussy some more and felt her body responding, secreting more natural lubricant until my cock was completely wet and it was running down and around the plug in her ass. I felt her pussy start to tighten some, like she was about to come. 

I quickly pulled out, denying her the release I know she needed. It wasn't time yet. I wasn't done.

I then got on the bed and above her and tilted her head back. She still had the blindfold on, but I know she knew what I had intended to do, because she opened her mouth, ready to accept my cock. I grabbed the hair on the sides of her head to keep her head tilted and stationary as I slid my cock into her mouth. I only slid it in about half way, then reversed pulling it almost out. She kept her lips locked around it, creating a suction on my cock as I withdrew it. I then shoved my cock back in, almost all the way. I held it there for a second, then withdrew it completely. She kept her mouth open. 

As she felt my cock at the entrance to her mouth again, she closed her lips surrounding it yet again. I slowly slid my prick back into her mouth, this time all the way until my balls were touching her nose. I didn't keep it all the way in long though, I didn't want her to gag or choke. This time, I withdrew just until the mushroom head was in, and shoved back in about half way. Tightening the grip on her hair, I started fucking in and out of her mouth, but not going all the way in for fear of setting off her gag reflex. Her blond hair felt soft in my hands, nearly as soft as the inside of her mouth felt on my cock. 

I continued fucking in and out of her mouth for about five minutes, then withdrew completely and let go of her hair. I got off the bed and went back to the foot of the bed where her pussy and plugged ass were visible. I grabbed her favorite dildo and turned it on. Next, I shoved the dildo all the way into her pussy in one stroke. She moaned. I stroked it in and out a few times, eliciting more moans from her beautiful mouth. Then I shoved it all the way and held it there with one hand.

Using my other hand, I grabbed the plug in her ass and pulled. It came out with another loud plop. I dropped it right there on the floor. Holding the dildo deep inside her pussy, I grabbed my cock with the other hand and placed it at the entrance to her ass. Driving my pelvis forward, my cock slid right into her ass all the way until the dildo was pressed against my lower stomach and my balls slapped up her butt crack underneath. Her asshole was well stretched and lubricated from the plug and it easily accommodated my hard cock.

I grabbed the dildo in her pussy with one hand and kept it pressed firmly against my lower stomach. By doing this, when I withdrew my prick from her asshole I would also withdraw the dildo from her pussy. I could feel the crazy vibrations emanating from the dildo through the thin membrane that separates her asshole from her pussy.

Keeping the dildo pressed firmly against my stomach, I withdrew my cock from her ass drawing out the dildo at the same time. Then I shoved both back in with a quick stroke. I pulled out and watched the dildo slowly evacuate her pussy without completely coming out, the shoved back in. Each time I did this, she grunted and moaned from the stimulation. I knew the dildo was vibrating up against her clit as well, since it was a fairly sharp angle the way I was holding it against my stomach. I stroked in and out, deeper and deeper, increasing speed.

She was pursing her lips together, the way she always did to keep from making too much noise when we were making love. I knew I wasn't going to last long and hoped she was close. I stroked in and out of her ass until I felt my cum starting its journey down my cock. I shoved all the way in deep and held it there just as the first volley left my cock buried deep in her ass. She must have felt it too, because I felt her entire body tense and her asshole clamp down on my prick. I pulled out just a little and shoved back in as the second volley left my cock, depositing deep up her colon. Her ass was so tight from clenching in her own orgasm, my prick did not seem to want to come out at all.

I continued pulling back just a little and shoving back deep into her ass with each wave of contraction as my orgasm hit me. She was clenching her teeth with her lips slightly open and was grunting as her own orgasm rocked through her body. I felt each wave as it hit her because her ass tightened up around my cock each time. This made my own orgasm seem to go on forever as I shot string after string of cum deep into her ass.

Finally, my orgasm subsided and I withdrew my cock from her ass, bringing the dildo along with it. I turned the vibrator on the dildo off and dropped it onto the floor. I loosened the ropes holding her ankles, and gently let her lower torso drop to the bed. Then I removed the swath at her midsection, followed by the ropes holding her hands in the air. She reached up and removed the blindfold then yanked the earbuds out. I could hear the music get suddenly louder as the earbuds were removed.

She looked up at me with those blue eyes and what appeared to be a sullen look across her face. I suddenly panicked and thought I had pushed it too far. I asked her "Are you alright?"

She smiled and reached around my neck pulling me in for a deep kiss. After a really long kiss, she pulled back and said "Wow that was awesome! I came SO hard!"

Feeling relieve, I said "I love you." Then I kissed her again.

Just as I broke that kiss, she got this weird look in her eye. She said "Now it is MY turn again," and a huge smile spread across her face. Uh oh, I think I might be in for a really kinky episode next! I couldn't help but wonder what she might have in mind. I smiled.