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Just Reward

By: Arynda



She smiled at him, biting her lower lip as they got out of her car, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as he approached her. He put his arms around her and kissed her softly, barely brushing her lips at all. He walked her up to the door with one arm still around her as she fumbled with the keys on the dark porch. She finally managed to unlock the door to her half of the duplex and he followed her inside.

He helped her out of her coat, slipping it off her shoulders while standing behind her, kissing her neck softly. She had been waiting a long time for this. She wanted him, needed him, needed to belong to him.

He let the coat drop to the floor so that he could hold her, press himself against her back. She reached up to touch his face but he quickly grabbed her wrist and put it at her side. "Not, yet my dear…" He kissed her neck and she tilted her head to the side so that he might kiss it more. He reached up with the hand that had pulled her wrist away and began to deftly unbutton the front of her blouse while still kissing her neck. Both of his arms were around her now. One was holding her to him and the other was slipping into her now open blouse and under her bra. His hand was on her breast, cupping her, holding her, the warmth of his fingers burning into her. "What would you say if I took you right now, before we even got up the stairs?" He used his weight to press her against the wall and used the arm that had simply been holding her to stroke down her side, her hip, down and up the back of her thigh.

"Is it my place to say?"

"No, it isn't," he whispered in her ear, a smile playing across his face as he pulled up her skirt and began exploring her with his fingers. The sensations they sent through her made her press back against him as they sank into her warm wet flesh.

She whimpered softly as he moved his fingers inside of her finding somewhere in her the place that could make her tremble and shake, the place that made her cry out for him. "Chris…"

"Call me your master, pet. Remember that I control you, that I own you. You're mine, every inch of you." The combination of his words and his hands were enough to send thrills through her entire being. She wanted nothing more than to give in to him, to serve him.

"Master, I want you inside me so badly, " she forced out between her cries of pleasure.

"Have you forgotten how to beg, my pet?" he asked his fingers still thrusting into her. "Beg me for it and I might." "Please Master, I need you inside me. Master, I need you to have me. I want you to use me. I need you to ravish me. Master, please don't deny me this." 

He pulled his fingers out of her and took his weight off of her, startling her. "Turn around."

"Master?"

"Turn around," he ordered more firmly, almost barking at her.

She turned around and looked at him with a degree of uncertainty, her eyebrows lifted, her eyes wide. "Master?"

The corners of his mouth turned up in a close-lipped smile as he held his fingers under her nose, letting her scent waft into it. "Lick them clean, pet"

She reached up to take hold of his hand. "No, pet, the only things I want to feel right now are your tongue and your lips. She put her hand back at her side took his fingers into her mouth and gently sucked on them. "Do you like how you taste?"

She managed to mumble a 'yes, Master' with his fingers in her mouth, still sucking, licking and kissing them. She closed her eyes savoring the feeling of his fingers in her mouth.

He took them away.

"Pet?"

She opened her eyes, again giving him a look of uncertainty mixed with longing. "Yes, Master?" He looked at her, that same smile on his lips as he ran his fingers down her cheek.

"Now, my darling pet, I want you to do something for me before I can give you what you want. I want you to please me."

"Anything for you, Master," she replied eagerly waiting for his next command.

"Kneel." She complied the instant he ordered her to, dropping quickly to her knees before him. He smiled down at her and gently ran a hand through her hair, using the other to unfasten his pants. It was apparent he didn't care for boxers or briefs because his cock was right in front of her, ready for her. "I want you to take my cock between those pretty heart-shaped lips of yours and I want you to sound like you enjoy it."

It wasn't a hard task for her at all considering that there were few things she loved more than this. Pleasing him was enough of a treat in itself. She slowly began to lick the tip, her tongue teasing around it in gentle circles and then began licking up and down the whole of his shaft, smiling at his every moan. She took the tip into her mouth and then pulled back letting it come out of her mouth, her lips just, barely kissing the tip and then took it in again. She began to suck gently on the tip, her tongue teasing it and letting a moan every time she heard him. She took him deeper into her mouth, still sucking, still wanting, very badly to please him. She took him to the back of her throat, easily, making him let loose a moan upon feeling how much of him she could take.

"Good girl," he praised her, bracing himself against the wall and leaning his head back. She sped up a little, taking him in and letting her out more quickly making his moans more frequent. He put his hand on her head to make her slow down, to make her savor him more. "My pet, as much as I would like to cum inside your mouth, I think you've been a good whore and deserve a reward." He smiled as he pulled out of her mouth. "Stand."

She stood, waiting for his next command as he finished unbuttoning her blouse and unhooking her bra, letting them both fall to the floor, leaving her half-naked before him. "Turn around, pet." She did as she was told and then she felt his hands on her, positioning her, putting her in the position he would like to have her. She was now standing with her hands pressed against the wall, bent over. He lifted her skirt and she felt his cock, resting against the outside of her cunt. "Tell me pet, what are you to me?"

"I'm your cunt, your slut, your whore. I'm anything you want me to be, master," she returned her voice shaking with anticipation.

"And what are you, my pet?" he asked in a voice that was barely audible.

"I'm your cunt-loving whore who will do anything to be fucked, Master." She bit her lip and let out a whimper as he entered her slowly.

"Now, pet, whose are you?" He was stroking in and out of her slowly, much slower than she wanted him to go. "I'm yours, Master," she replied softly and shakily as he continued push into her and pull out of her with slow, even strokes."

"Say it again, louder." He began to thrust into her a little faster.

"I'm yours, Master," she bleated unable to keep her voice even as he began to reward her with more pleasure.

"Scream it!" His thrusts grew harder as he put his hands on her hips.

"I'm yours!" she screamed as her breath grew even more ragged with every thrust.

He began to slam into her, using her hips to pull her to him, using them so he could get deep inside her. She found herself without words, unable to talk. All that came from her mouth was a series of shrieks and screams that she was sure the neighbors could hear. She didn't care. All she could feel was the sensation of pleasure swelling inside of her, making her flush, making her lose her breath. 

She braced heavily against the wall as her whole body tightened. She screamed as pleasure radiated through her, making her throb around him and then she felt him throbbing inside her, filling her with his hot, sticky cum.

He rested inside of her a moment trailing his fingers gently up and down her back as they both regained their breath. "You're quite amazing, pet, " he told her kissing her neck and back as he finally decided to pull out of her. "Face me." 

She straightened and turned around to look at him as he took her into his arms and kissed her softly. "I love you, Master."

"As I do you, pet." He smiled at her and kissed her again, holding her as the walked up the stairs.

Just Reward



The temple of Rana lay quiet in the dark hours of the early morning. The sun was still hours away, as the moon cast its ghostly light upon the city. Marian moved with practiced grace, darting to and from the patches of shadow that hid from the moon. She had picked early morning as her time to work. The streets were always clear and people were laying in their deepest sleep.

Marian stood within the shadows of an alleyway, studying the temple. She would be paid a handsome price for the object she had come to the temple to steal. The temple of Rana was known to house some of the most rare and unique magical items in the world.

Rana was the goddess of pleasure and lust. Her temples were visited more than any other god. Sexual favors from the priestess's were the reward for donations to the temple. The larger the donation, the greater the favor would be. It was no wonder that the church of Rana was also the richest. It was generally considered bad luck to steal from a temple, but Marian had been given an offer that she could not refuse. A priestess who followed Borus, the god of ice, had spied the object while she was 'visiting' the temple. She offered Marian a small ransom to retrieve it. Marian had her doubts, but the priestess gave her an amulet that would keep her identity hidden from Rana, who was sure to be vengeful.

Marian was to steal the item, then quickly make her way back to the temple of Borus. She had been paid a third of her money up front, and would receive the remainder upon receipt of the item. Reaching inside her pouch, She withdrew the drawing that had been given to her. Marian couldn't help but smile as she examined the paper. The drawing was of a large cock. It had a head on both ends and its shaft was rippled with veins. The second part of the artifact was a black leather harness that was studded with jewels. The harness held one end of the cock inside of a woman, allowing her to please her partner as if she were a man. Marian shivered as the thought of what could be done with such a tool. It was no wonder that the priestess's of Rana were so happy.

Marian made one final check for any watchers, and then quickly made her way over to the temple. It took her a few minutes to find an open window, and slip inside. She looked around the room, quickly making her way to the door. She listened carefully as she opened the door, making sure that the corridor was clear. Everything seemed quiet as she slipped into the dimly lit hallway. The cock was kept in a small chamber, just off of the main hall of worship. Marian had scouted the temple during the day, and had a general idea of its layout. She took her bearings, and headed down the corridor. The main hall was not very far away, and all she had to do was pass through the living quarters of the priestess's.

It didn't take long for her to make her way to the private quarters. The temple was very quiet, just as she expected it would be at such an hour. As she approached the hallway that marked the private chambers of the priestess's, she was surprised to see many of the doors open. Marian crept down the corridor, and stopped at the first open doorway. She drew her weapon of choice from her belt. She gripped the blackjack tight in her hand; she would be able to quickly knock out anyone that she came across. She really didn't like killing, and killing a holy woman was considered really bad luck.

Marian peered into the open room, but found no one waiting. The room was typical for the order, a few bookcases and dressers, with a large soft bed dominating one of the walls. Marian noticed the bed; it was rumored that the priestess's of Rana could do some amazing things in a bed. She stopped her musing quickly, and resumed her trek down the hallway. She stopped at each door, but the result was always the same. Each bed looked as if it had not been slept in all night. It seemed as if the temple were deserted. Marian cursed silently, if they were not asleep in their rooms, what could they be doing?

Marian became even more cautious as she made her way closer to the main hall of worship. She began to pick up stray sounds, but they were nothing that she could identify. She took to hiding as much as possible, making her way from hiding place to hiding place. The closer she came to the hall, the more distinct the sounds were, and she could swear it sounded like moaning. Marian stopped as she walked around the last corner, almost at the hall door.

The scent of sex exploded into her as she stood in the shadows. Marian could plainly hear the moans of women having sex. She peered around the door, her sex becoming wet at what she saw. The main floor of the main hall was littered with the bodies of the priestess's. They lounged upon tables, cuddled in corners and coupled upon the altar. The entire room was alive with sex. There was not a dry pussy in the room.

Marian watched in utter amazement as she watched the women engage in many different acts of sex. The cries of orgasm echoed through the hall, as fingers spread wet lips, and tongue probed soft flesh. Maria rubbed her palm over her crotch, an itch building deep within her. The sight of the mass orgy was making her horny, and her cunt was already streaming cream down her thigh. She watched a bit more, her hand grinding against her crotch. 

Marian finally regained control and tried to look for the antechamber. The orgy threatened to distract her at every turn, but she finally located it. She groaned softly, the antechamber was located directly on the other side of the hall. She would have to make her way through the main hall in order to reach it. Marian didn't think much about what to do. She quickly came up with a plan. Stripping her clothing off, she hid them behind the open door. She would quietly enter the room, and make her way over to the antechamber. The only item she kept was the magical pendant she had for protection. She hadn't figured out how she would get back out, but the itch between her thighs was hampering her thoughts.

Marian took a deep breath and made her way into the room. Luckily none of the women paid her any attention. They were much too busy tending to their own business. Marian began to circle the room, staying as close to the wall as possible. She was able to conceal herself in the shadows, but not for long. As she came from behind a pillar, the sight of three women greeted her. One of them was standing, her arms wrapped around the pillar, while another knelt behind her, her face deeply buried in the woman's ass cheeks. The third woman sat watching, her fingers buried deep in her own wet sex. Marian couldn't help but watch as the standing woman struggled to stay on her feet. She mewled like a kitten as her partner drilled her tongue into her.

Marian started as a hand brushed her ankle. She quickly looked down to see the lone woman beckoning her down to the floor. She was trapped, there was no way for her to refuse, and deep down she really didn't want to. The young priestess's hands roamed over Marian as she eased herself down on the floor. The cool stone floor sent shivers up her spine as the woman's hands slid between her legs. Marian moaned as two fingers penetrated between her wet lips. Her hands found the other woman's breasts, her nipples hard as cherries. Marian bent her head and eagerly suckled the woman's breasts, lolling her tongue about her heated flesh. Her hips bucked as the priestess began to thrust her fingers deep into her sex, her thumb pounding against Marian's clit.

Marian had always been open to other woman, and this woman knew exactly what to do. Within minutes she had Marian bucking in a powerful climax, cream streaming from Marian's open slit. As Marian came down, the Priestess maneuvered over her, her wet pussy inches from Marian's lips. She had little experience on the giving end of things, but she was still highly excited. The priestess didn't need to encourage her. Marian gripped the woman's hips, pulling her down to her lips. The woman's wet lips quivered as Marian began slowly licking. She ran her tongue slowly over the outer lips, then thrust deep inside. The priestess gasped and ground her hips down upon Marian.

Marian's fought to breathe as she pressed her face harder into her lover, her tongue rapidly flicking to and fro. She groaned as the woman began to lick her, this time her tongue pleasuring the bud of Marian's anus. Marian had never been touched there, and the feeling of the priestess's tongue slipping into her wet ass rocked her. Marian continued to feast upon the woman, all thoughts of why she was in the temple lost.

Marian had come twice from the woman's probing tongue, when the priestess climaxed again. The Young woman ground against her in a tremendous orgasm, her spurting juices coating Marian's face. The priestess lay still, her hair cascading down Marian's thighs. Marian continued to suckle the woman, lapping up the copious cream that still flowed from her. Finally, the woman rolled over, falling to sleep upon the floor. Marian lay panting. After a few minutes found the strength to sit. The other two women were rolling about on the floor, their mouths hungry feasting on each other.

Slowly rising to her feet, Marian began to make her way around the room again. She sidestepped two different groups of women, both beckoning her to join them. She stopped shortly at a serving table, taking a long drink from a goblet of wine. As she drank, she revised her plan. She realized that it would be impossible to retrieve the artifact with being caught in another tryst. She let some wine spill down her breasts, and then refilled the goblet.

With uneasy legs, Marian began to wobble through the room. A few of the priestess tried to pull her into their affairs, but she sidestepped them, feigning intoxication. She stumbled about the room, making her way to the antechamber, but not heading to it directly. Marian slowed as she approached the door to the room; a group of women was busy near the doorway. As she moved closer, she could clearly see what was happening. Two women were holding another up, her legs spread wide. A third woman knelt behind her, her hands pressed under the woman's ass.

Marian moved in for a better view, and was shocked at what was happening. The kneeling woman was holding an object, the size of a large pear. The object was small at the tip, and became wider with a series of ridges. There was no way they were going to fit it inside the priestess. Her cunt would be stretched beyond repair! The priestess seemed to think otherwise, she wriggled in the grips of those that held her, anxious to receive the strange object.

"Please." She moaned

"I want it now, take me!" she yelled passionately.

Marian decided to watch because she would not be able to pass up such a spectacle. She was prepared, but not prepared for what happened next. The kneeling woman vigorously rubbed the pussy of the priestess being held. Marian was shocked when she saw her press the object to the young woman's anus, the tip expanding her tight pink ring. The moaned in frustration, and tried to push her ass down upon the invader. The woman worked about an inch of the plug into the priestess's ass, then stopped. Marian did not understand at first, but soon saw that the woman was not wet enough to allow the plug's entrance.

Marian was about to move on when the kneeling woman spoke to her.

"Sister, retrieve some oil from the room of pleasures." She asked, her fingers thrusting into the vagina of the held woman.

Marian hoped she was speaking of the antechamber, and moved toward the door. When no one stopped her, she picked up her pace. She glanced about quickly as she entered the room, trying to locate the artifact she had come for. She found it with ease, sitting within a velvet-lined box. It was not as big as she had pictured it, and was relieved. It would be easier to take. Next, she found the oilskins. She took two of them, quickly emptying one upon the floor. She placed the empty skin upon the shelf, and then headed back outside of the room. 

As Marian exited the room, she knelt to hand the skin of oil to the kneeling priestess. 

"Please, would you do the honor sister?" the kneeling priestess asked, her hands spreading the other woman's ass cheeks wide. 

Marian couldn't refuse the offer. She removed the cork from the skin, and then poured oil over her fingers. She touched the woman's puckered hole with some apprehension. She had definitely never done this before. She was both uncomfortable and excited all at once. Her excitement overcame her inhibitions, and she slowly slipped a finger into the woman's waiting ass. She was amazed at the tightness, and the heat as she began to spin and move her finger about. She began to feel her own heat rising as the woman begged for more. 

"More!" she screamed

"I want to feel your hand deep inside."

Marian slipped a second finger into the woman, then a third. Soon, she was working her fourth finger inside, and stopped to pour more oil onto her hand. The priestess never stopped her thrusting. To Marian's surprise, the woman kept asking for more. Marian soaked her hand with the oil as she began to slip her thumb into the woman's hungry ass. Oil dripped from her elbow as Marian's hand popped into the priestess's ass. The woman groaned loudly as her anal muscles snapped tight around Marian's wrist. Marian was in awe, she could not believe her whole hand was stuffed into the woman's ass. The priestess's ass was like a mouth, sucking and nibbling down Marian's arm.

The priestess wailed in delight as Marian opened her hand, her finger blossoming into the woman's oily ass. She closed her hand into a fist, and then slowly began to slide it out. She withdrew until the stretched hole was at her wrist, then slowly pushed her hand back in. The priestess's head shook in ecstasy, and began to rock her hips.

A gleam came to the eyes of the other women. Marian watched as they began to raise and lower the priestess onto her thrusting arm. Marian gripped her arm with her free hand and held still as the woman plunged up and down upon her oily arm. A new surge of excitement surged through Marian, and she began to meet the thrust of the bouncing woman with one of her own. The priestess rode her arm until Marian thought her shoulder would break. Marian could feel the throbbing begin. The muscles in the woman's ass began to shudder, then violently contracted.

The Priestess came with a scream, her head thrown back. She rode through her climax, the other women not slowing her movement. The Women didn't stop until the priestess's head had fallen to her breasts, exhausted. Marian let her arm go slack, a burning ache rising to her shoulder. She slowly withdrew her hand, her fingers coated with sticky oil. She breathed heavily at the sight of the priestess's still opened ass. Marian watched as the woman's pink ring slowly closed, then crawled away from the group.

After she caught her breath, Marian made her way back into the antechamber. She took the emptied oilskin from its hiding place and ripped one end open. Marian checked the door to make sure she was not being watched, and then quickly grabbed the cock. She fit it into the opened skin, then rolled the harness and placed that in the bag as well. Marian took a deep breath and slowly left the room. She stopped a moment to observe the group of women she had left. The woman she had 'oiled' was on her hands and knees. The priestess had been revived, and was moaning as one of the other women slid the pear-shaped object into her ass. Marian stood watching. The final rings of the pear were even wider than her hand. .

She watched as the woman reached the last two rings, and kept pushing. To Marian's amazement, the kneeling woman's ass swallowed the last ring, and was held wide by the base of the object. At that, the women collapsed together, becoming a mass of rolling flesh. Marian had to shake the temptation to stay, and finally began to work her way to the door.

Most of the women were passed out from pleasure, and the few that were awake were still coupling with each other. Marian didn't meet with any obstacles on her way back across the room. She stopped and quickly dressed herself, her clothing feeling uncomfortable and out of place. Marian looked down at the skin. She could easily stay and lose herself in the temple's pleasures, but she knew that she could never give up her freedom.

Marian made her way back down the halls, and out the window she came in. She silently made her way through the streets, and back to the room she was renting. The sun would be up in a few hours, and she needed to sleep. Marian curled up in her covers and tried to sleep, but the images of the hall would not clear her mind. She stroked herself to a shattering orgasm, before sleep finally overtook her.

Marian slept longer than she had wished, waking up closer to noon than morning. She would have slept until evening if were not for the knocking at her door.

"One moment!" she yelled as she pulled on her clothes.

She sleepily opened the door, the light from the hallway causing her to squint. Her eyes finally adjusted to the light, to find one of the serving girls waiting.

"Are you all right Miss? The Innkeeper was worried when you didn't come down this morn, and sent me up to check on you." She said with a smile.

"Oh . . . I'm fine, I just needed some rest, I was . . . um . . . tired."

"Very well, would you like anything this morning? A hot meal and maybe a hot bath?"

Marian rubbed her eyes. She was still sticky from her time at the temple, and she was sure she had begun to smell.

"Sure . . . I'll take whatever the cook has, and a hot bath. Make sure the water is very hot, and add some scented oil to it."

"I'll tell the cook, and then be back to draw your bath." the girl said, then left.

Marian sat down on the bed, and was dozing when the girl returned to the room. The girl quietly ran the bath water, the Inn being one of few that had the convenience of running water. After she drew the bath, she sprinkled scented oil into the tub. Soon, the scent of jasmine and lilac filled the room. The girl tapped Marian's shoulder.

"Your bath is ready Miss." She said softly.

The night at the temple had left her in a fog, and Marian didn't think twice about stripping in front of the girl. She shucked of her clothing, and slowly eased herself into the hot water. The hot water flowed like lava against her skin, melting away the soreness in her muscles. Marian sighed in contentment as she immersed herself in the heat of the bath. She barely moved as the serving girl began to rub her shoulders, her strong fingers penetrating to the bone. 

"Is the water hot enough?" the girl asked, her hands pressing down Marian's back.

Marian nodded her approval and leaned forward, giving the girl better access to her backside. Once the girl had finished, she took a bar of soap, and began to wash Marian. Marian did not usually have a bather, but was enjoying the treatment too much to care. The girl began to soap her breasts, while Marian watched her through barely-open eyes. The girl was about eighteen years of age, and though she was a serving girl, she seemed well fed. Her blouse held her large breasts tightly together, and Marian couldn't help but notice the beads of sweat that ran down her ample cleavage. The steam from the bath had caused her red hair to fall, and cling to her face in wet strands.

Marian let the girl guide her to her feet, and stood with her legs apart while her pussy was gently scrubbed. The girl finished bathing her, and then led Marian over to the bed. Her food had been brought up while she was bathing, and she attacked it with vigor. She hadn't realized how hungry she was, and finished the bowl of stew and bread. The bath had refreshed her, and the food was rapidly restoring her energy. She sat back on the bed, watching the serving girl clean the room. She began to think about the artifact. She would have to deliver it to the temple of Borus soon, but wished that she could try it first. 




Just Reward



She tried to shake the thought, but somehow it kept invading her mind. The more she thought about it, the more she watched the girl. Her mind began to replay the events of the previous night, and she found herself quickly becoming aroused Marian slipped her hand beneath her pillow, and with drew the cock. She withdrew it and the harness from the oilskin and laid it on the bed. The girl did not seem to notice, and kept up with her work as Marian examined the artifact Marian could feel the wetness gather between her thighs as she stroked the cock.

"You look hot." Marian said, looking up at the girl.

"Why don't you remove your shirt?"

The serving girl had been around enough to realize when someone desired her, and smiled as she slowly peeled off her damp blouse. Her breasts bobbed free into the air as she stretched, sweat glistening on her skin.

"That does feel better." She said, pretending to return to her work.

The sight of the girls body sent shivers through Marian's body. The girl could feel Marian's gaze, and gave up the pretense of work. She came over to the bed, her eyes going to the artifact.

"Oooh.... what is this?" she asked.

"Just something I picked up. I'm dying to try it. Are you interested?"

The girl knelt, and ran her hand over the cock, her tongue running slowly against her lips. Marian watched her, and had her answer when the girl leaned forward and kissed her slowly. Marian drew the girl up into her arms, their tongues twisting together. Her skin felt electrified as the girls' body moved over hers, their breasts pressing tightly together. The girls' hands roamed over Marian's body, her fingers twisting Marian's burning nipples. 

The two women rolled about the bed, their mouths and hands exploring the others' body. They finally broke after a long passionate kiss. The serving girl took the cock in her hands, and began to slowly run her tongue down its length. The cock was soon coated with her saliva, the entire shaft shiny and wet. Marian knelt upon the bed, her hips thrust forward. She watched as the girl began to crawl toward her, one end of the cock held firmly between her lips.

Marian groaned as the girl moved her head between Marian's legs. Marian looked down, her eyes locking with those of her lover. The girl had a hint of mischief in her eyes, but there was also something that Marian couldn't fathom. She held the girls gaze as the tip of the cock pressed between the wet lips of her cunt. Marian wiggled her hips as the girl pressed forward, slowly driving the other end of the cock into Marian's wet sex. The cock was soon buried deep inside of her, and Marian felt filled to the limit. She gripped her breasts tightly, squeezing and twisting as the girl withdrew the cock mere inches, then slid it back in.

Sweat began to stream down Marian's face as the girls pace quickened. She heard the wet slurping sounds that her pussy made as the cock plunged between her lips. All the time, the girl moaned in approval, Marian's juices sliding down the cock to coat the girls' pursed lips. Marian felt the pressure building, and thrust her hips down hard upon the cock, the waves of her climax ripping through her as the cock slipped even deeper into her. The serving girl let more of the cock slip into her mouth, her throat actually grasping the long rod. Marian was reduced to whimpering as her climax left her ragged. Her body jerked like a puppet as the girls lips came in contact with her pussy. She sucked both the cock and Marian's clit, the cock amazingly deep inside the two women.

Marian shuddered and shook as the girl began to pull away, drawing the cock from both of them. Marian sat stunned as the girl gave her the dripping cock. The girl turned, and knelt on the bed, thrusting her ass high into the air. A few wiggles of her ass were all it took to get through to Marian. Marian took the cock, slowly slipping one end into her own heated cunt, then slipped the harness over it. She buckled the harness, admiring the jewel-studded buckle that rested on her hip. Marian gasped, the cock seemed to grow inside of her, expanding and filling her deeper than ever. She looked down at the cock, watching the wetness that coated it.

She felt lewd as she touched it, running her hand down the shaft. She was shocked again as she felt her hand on the cock. She had actually felt it, not just the vibrations. It was as if she had a cock of her own. The feeling was intense. She felt her pussy muscles ripple about the shaft, and felt the cock respond with its own tremors. 

The girl waited patiently, her fingers thrumming against her clit, a clear trail of juice trickling from between her reddened pussy lips. Marian couldn't wait to try the artifact. She moved behind the girl, and ran the tip of the cock against the girls' slick lips. The girl wiggled, letting the cock head part her lips. She pushed back a bit, and sighed as the head of the cock popped inside of her.

Marian pressed forward, and almost blacked out from pleasure as the cock sank fully into the girl. She lay against the girls back breathing heavily as she tried to cope with the feelings that were surging through her. She held the girl tightly as she began to rock back and forth, the cock sliding easily between the girls' folds.

Within a few strokes, the girl was thrusting backward, taking the cock deep inside of her. Marian felt like she was caught in a tornado, her head was spinning. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the girls' walls began to squeeze rapidly about her cock. The girl was savagely thrusting back, and clawed at the bed as she came. The girls' climax was strong, her muscles rippling about the cock.

Marian's mouth came open, but no sound came out. Her climax took her quickly, her pussy clamping about the cock like a vise. Her whole body tensed as the pleasure of her orgasm flooded her. Cream leaked down her legs as the girl continued to rock back against her. Marian rode her climax, the spasms lessening in intensity. She was about to speak when it hit her, another orgasm, but much different from the first. She felt it rise from her stomach, and surge through her. She felt the cock expand within her, then a tremendous release. She could actually feel the come spurting from the cock, spurting from deep between her walls.

Marian rubbed the serving girl's ass, and gave her a soft push. She didn't think she could take any more of the cock's pleasure. She fell back onto the bed, panting as she lay in a hot sweat. She began to fumble with the harness's buckle, but stopped as the girl snuggled up close to her, slowly kissing cheek. Marian sighed, sated by her romp, and quickly fell asleep. 

When she woke, the girl was bathing in the tub. She stood, and left the tub as she saw Marian stir.

"Well, that was something special." she said.

"That is a special tool, I hope you take care of it."

Marian nodded and began to unfasten the harness.

"Well, I would, but I promised it to someone, and I have to deliver." she said, the buckle not coming loose.

Marian worked at the buckle, and sighed. The thing was stuck, she would have to cut it loose, and that would make the Priestess of Borus unhappy. She sighed again, and reached under her pillow for the knife she had hidden there. She worked at the buckle, but it wouldn't budge, then finally she began to slice the leather straps. She shook her head after a minute. The knife wasn't even making a scratch.

A small laugh caught her attention. She looked up to see the serving girl laughing.

"This isn't funny, what did you do?" she asked, her voice showing her anger.

The serving girl smiled, moved toward the door. Marian gasped as mist spiraled about the girl, leaving her clothed in a jewel-studded gown. The girl turned, her face was still young, but her eyes revealing an age that hadn't been there before. Marian was about to speak but knew that the girl must be the goddess Rana.

"What I did was simple." the goddess spoke.

"I don't like thieves, and I would normally end your existence, but you exhibit a certain zeal for pleasure."

"Since that is the case, I will only punish you. The cock won't come off, no matter what you do." She said with a grin.

Marian's eyes went wide. She would have to live like this? 

"Please, please...I'll do anything. Anything but that!" she pleaded.

Rana laughed and moved back over to her. She seemed large and imposing as she looked down upon Marian's still naked form.

"No, no. The harness and cock can only be removed after you do what I require of you." 

"Please, what must I do?" she begged.

"You will travel, and at every temple of Borus, You will seduce the priestess. When you have taken two score of these women, your punishment will be done."

"That will heat that frozen bastard Borus up." She laughed.

With that, Rana turned, and while walking toward the door vanished.

Marian shook her head in misery. Tempting the priestess of the god of ice would not be easy. Not to mention, most of the followers of Borus were men. She sat and wallowed in pity, not realizing that her hand had begun stroking the cock. Marian's body betrayed her again as she reclined back and enjoyed the sensation. She shook her head as closed her eyes, a plan forming in her mind. If she were going to be cursed with this cock, she might as well enjoy it.

The End.

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Just Rewards



Warning: This story contains elements of non-consent and BDSM, in addition to the adultery. If reading about these subjects bothers you, then choose another story. Thank you. 

I've been married to Susan for just over twenty years. We have an eleven-year-old son, Mark. I admit, I haven't been completely faithful to her. Once, almost five years ago, I was on a nine-month out-of-town assignment in Daytona, Florida. I met a nice lady, Melissa, and we had an affair for about three months. The affair ended when the assignment was finished and I returned home. After I'd been back home for about a year, I took Susan's car to work so I could drop it off nearby for a tune-up. Susan used my car. While she was out shopping, she found a card from Melissa in the trunk, along with some other things.

Susan was waiting for me when I got home.

"What's this," Susan calmly asked me, waving a card in my face.

I recognized the card after a minute. My heart sank. I had forgotten about the affair, and the card brought back the memories. It was the card Melissa gave me the last night we spent together. She was upset that I was leaving. She had no idea I was married; I told her that my company was transferring me to another city. I was sort of glad I was leaving; I was afraid that Melissa was falling in love with me and I'd have to tell her I was married.

I decided not to lie. "It's a going away card from Melissa, after I finished up in Daytona."

"And who was Melissa? A co-worker?"

"Not exactly."

"She signed the card, "Love Steve". She said she was going to miss you terribly. She sounds like she was close to you. Did you have an affair with Melissa?" Susan's voice was getting louder, but she still seemed calm.

"Yes." 

"I'm not surprised." Susan walked over to the sofa and sat down. "I've suspected you've cheated on me."

I walked over to the love seat next to the sofa and sat down. I didn't know what to say. I didn't mean to hurt Susan, but I know that I did.

Susan looked at me. "Why did you leave this card in the trunk? Why didn't you throw all this away? Did you think I'd never find it? Did you just not care if I did? I know our marriage hasn't been the greatest, but why have you cheated on me rather than talking to me about whatever problems you have with me?"

Susan hadn't yelled. She was surprisingly calm about the whole affair. I think I'd have felt better if she was yelling at me. "I was out of town, and I got lonely. I happened to meet Melissa one day after work, and we hit it off. One thing led to another, and we had an affair."

"Do you love her?"

"No. It was an affair."

"Do you love me?"

I should have answered "Yes" quickly. I hesitated, then I said "Yes."

"I see. And an affair is how you show your love for me?"

"No, it's not. I'm sorry I hurt you."

"You're not sorry you had the affair, you're just sorry I found out."

I hesitated. I didn't want to tell her the truth.

"Never mind. Your silence tells me how you feel. I'm not particularly upset about the affair, but I'm upset that you don't feel you can talk to me about our marriage. You're obviously not happy, but rather than talk to me about it, you go and cheat on me. I may not have been able to change anything, but you didn't even give me the chance to change what's bothering you."

I didn't know what to say. Susan was right. I didn't want to confront her. "You're right. I didn't give you a chance." I thought about whether or not it would be helpful to bring up old arguments now. "I still need to be tied up and dominated." I was the one that wanted to play the bondage and domination games.

"That again. You know that I hate doing that. Did Melissa dominate you?"

"She tried to. We weren't together long enough for her to get good at it."

"I tried. I tried for a couple of years to be the dominant you wanted me to be, but I hate it. I hate doing it."

"I know."

"Is that why you had the affair. To find someone to dominate you?" Susan seemed genuinely curious.

"No, not at first. After we hit it off, I told Melissa about my desires. She wanted to please me, and tried, but she'd never dominated anyone before. I had to teach her everything. She wanted to learn, to please me, but she wasn't a natural dominant like you."

"I don't know why you think I'm such a great dominant. I hate the way I feel when I'm dominating you."

"I'm sorry that you hate it, but you're smart and you knew exactly how to torment me in any given situation. You came up with two or three really good original torments when you had me tied up."

"I was trying to make you happy. I didn't enjoy dominating you."

"I don't want you to dominate me all the time. I just want you to dominate me sometimes in the bedroom."

"I tried, but I just can't do that."

"I know you tried. I'm not blaming you, but sometimes I just need to be dominated sexually."

"I don't like it, but I can see why you'd had an affair. Is this the only affair you've had?"

"Yes Susan, this is the only one."

The rest of the evening was cordial, but chilly. Our relationship was strained by the affair, but after a while things settled back into a familiar routine. At Susan's urging we saw a marriage therapist for almost a year, but the therapist wasn't able to help us get emotionally closer. In spite of the failure of the marriage therapy, our relationship was actually improving until last February. 

I went into the hospital to have my gall bladder taken out. There were complications, and I was in the hospital for over a week. When I came home I was bedridden for another couple of weeks. Susan and Mark took care of me, and I tried not to be much of a bother, but I'm sure I was. After about four weeks of bed rest, I was feeling much better. I was finally horny, and able to move around. I masturbated a couple of times, but I wanted to have sex.

One evening I was downstairs having dinner. I had been back to work for about a week. I was pretty much recovered from the surgery. After dinner Mark went downstairs to play on the computer. 

"Thanks for the great dinner."

"You're welcome." Susan got up to clear the dishes. I got up and started to help her. "You don't have to do that. I know you're still recovering."

"I'm feeling much better." We took the dirty dishes into the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher. "In fact, I want to take you upstairs and fool around."

"Are you sure you want to do that? You just had surgery?"

"I had the surgery almost six weeks ago. I think I'm up for this."

Susan looked down at my crotch. "Yes, I see you are. Let's go back into the living room."

We walked back into the living room, and sat down on the couch. I moved to kiss Susan, and she pushed me away. "We need to talk."

"What's the matter?"

"I don't love you anymore, Steve."

I was taken back. "What? What happened?"

"I met Arnold on the computer about four months ago in an MP3 chat channel. We hit it off and spent a lot of time at night chatting. We planned to meet in February, and I was wondering how I was going to sneak off to see him. You went into the hospital the day before Arnold and I had planned to meet. After I got you checked into the hospital, I left to meet Arnold. We hit it off, and we've been seeing each other while you've been recovering. I wanted to tell you about Arnold sooner, but I wanted to make sure you've recovered from your surgery."

I was surprised but not shocked. I had cheated on Susan; it wouldn't be fair if I got upset about her cheating on me. I calmed down. "Oh. What about us?"

"I want to stay together; I think it'd be better for Mark if we didn't separate. You don't mind if I keep seeing Arnold, do you?"

Of course I minded, but I didn't want to stand in Susan's way. "No, if you're happy with Arnold, then keep seeing him."

"Great. I didn't think you'd have a problem since you're so open-minded about affairs. I'm glad I could finally tell you. I was tired of keeping Arnold a secret from you." Susan leaned back on the sofa.

I really didn't want to ask but I had to know. "Do you still want to have sex with me?"

Susan scrunched her face. "Not really, no. I don't think I could be intimate with Arnold and you at the same time."

"I wasn't suggesting a threesome."

"That's not what I was talking about." Susan's voice was full of indignance. "I mean that I can only be intimate with one man at a time."

"If that's what you want, I don't want to stand in your way." I was feeling hurt, but I wanted Susan to be happy. If Arnold made her happy, then I was willing to step out of the way. Not happy, but willing.

It was hard for me the first couple of days, but after I got used to the idea I felt a lot better. Susan talked with Arnold on the computer and the phone late at night when I was asleep. I had a lot more time to spend on the computer early in the morning downloading porn. I made an effort to spend more time with Mark in the evenings. He was excited about Pokemon. We talked about Pokemon as much as Mark wanted.

A few months passed, and I thought our lives were settling into a routine. Susan and I were emotionally separated, and we arranged our schedules to see as little of each other as possible. She would go away every second or third weekend to meet with Arnold. I would make a trip to the nude bar on Saturday afternoon once every couple of months.

The routine was broken one Thursday a couple of weeks ago. I came home from work. I noticed Mark wasn't home, which was unusual. I went into the kitchen and found Susan putting the dirty dishes into the dishwasher.

"Where's Mark?"

"He's spending the weekend over at Aunt Sandy's."

"Oh. Do you have plans?"

Susan stood up and stared at me. "Now that you ask, yes I have plans."

I was a little surprised. "Ok. Are you making dinner, or do I need to get something for us?"

Susan commanded, "Go into the living room and wait for me."

"Ok." I went to the bathroom. Then I went into the living room and waited. 

Susan came out of the kitchen a couple of minutes later. She came over to me. "You know how you used to ask me to sexually dominate you."

I was curious. "Yes?"

"Well, I told Arnold about your desires, and he was curious about how I felt. We talked about it, and he's helped me to see that dominating you would be a lot easier and more fun now since I don't love you anymore."

I wasn't happy about Arnold knowing about my desires. "I'm not sure I want you to dominate me."

"Why not?"

"I'm not sure I trust you anymore. I want to be dominated, not tormented."

"If I remember correctly, you once told me I knew exactly how to torment you in any given situation. Sounds like you do want to be tormented." 

"Hmmm, yes I did say that."

"So, do you want me to dominate you?"

I thought about it. "I'm not sure."

"I want to dominate you. I think I'm going to enjoy it a lot more now." Susan commanded, "Take your clothes off."

"What?" I was surprised.

"You heard me. I want to dominate you. Take your clothes off," she commanded.

I stood speechless.

"Either you take your clothes off, or I'm leaving you. Do you want Mark and I to pack up and move away?" Susan was calm, but I could tell she was serious.

I didn't want to lose contact with Mark. Defeated, I sat down on the sofa and took off my shoes and socks. I stood up, unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. I took off my pants and underwear. My clothes were lying on the floor and I stood in front of Susan naked. I was a little scared. I had no idea what she had in mind for me.

"Go get a dining room chair, and bring it into the living room." Susan commanded.

I went into the dining room and picked up a chair. I brought it back into the living room.

Susan was sitting on the sofa. "Put the chair down and sit down," she commanded.

I put the chair down in front of the sofa and sat down. Susan got up and walked out of the room. I heard her come back into the room.

"Put your hands behind the chair."

I put my arms behind the chair. I felt Susan tying my wrists together. She tied my wrists to one of the slats in the back of the chair. She stepped around, and tied a rope to my cock, behind my balls. She wrapped the rope around each of my balls, and tied it off. She tugged on the rope.

"Ouch." The rope pulled on my balls, and the pain was dull, but noticeable.

"Good. I want your balls to hurt when I pull on this rope. I want to be sure I have your attention." Susan knelt down and tied my ankles to the legs of the chair. After she finished, she stood up, picking up the rope tied to my balls. "It's been almost a year since I've seen you naked. I haven't missed much."

I sat silently. I decided to go along with whatever she wanted to do. I didn't want to piss her off, not while she had me tied up like this.

Susan stood in front of me. "It's been a while since you've seen me naked. Do you miss me?"

"Yes."

"I bet you'd like me to take off my clothes, wouldn't you?"

"Yes." I didn't know what answer she wanted, so I might as well be honest.

"Maybe later. Right now I'm going to watch some TV." Susan sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. I could hear it, but I was facing the sofa. I was off to the side so she could see the show. I watched her watch "Fraiser" and "The Drew Carey Show". She tugged on the rope during the commercials, just to let me know she was in control. She changed the channel and watched "Friends", "Just Shoot Me", and "Fraiser". She turned off the TV.

"I guess I've made you wait long enough." Susan stood up and took off her skirt and blouse. She had kicked off her shoes while she was watching TV. She had a new burgundy satin bra and panties set on. She had on a matching burgundy garter belt, and light pink stockings. She looked nice, although I think the bra was padded. "What do you think?"

"You look beautiful."

"Thanks." Susan twirls around in front of me, showing off the back as well as the front. "Do you think Arnold will like it?"

I grimaced. "I don't know. I've never met Arnold. I guess so."

Susan sat down on the sofa again. She leaned over and opened the end table drawer. She pulled out a pack of Virginia Slims cigarettes and a lighter. She lit a cigarette, took a puff, and pulled on the rope. "You didn't know I started smoking, did you? Do you think I look sexy smoking?"

"I guess so."

"I've seen the pictures you've downloaded from the Internet, although I can't figure out what's so sexy about a woman smoking." She took another puff. Would you care to enlighten me?"

I didn't want to tell her, but Susan could hurt me if I didn't answer. "I find it arousing to watch a topless or naked woman smoke."

"So that's why you go to the nude bars. To watch naked women smoke?"

I didn't know that Susan knew that I went to the nude bars. "Yes, that's one reason."

"There has to be more to it than that. I thought cigarette smoke annoyed you."

"It does, yes."

"Then why is it so sexy when a naked woman smokes."

"I imagine that I'm restrained. The woman takes advantage of that to annoy me with her smoking. Since I'm tied up, I can't stop her from smoking. I have to let her do whatever she wants, including blowing smoke in my face or kissing me while she's smoking." I felt very vulnerable. I knew that Susan wasn't going to try to arouse me, but I was scared to tell her things she could use against me.

Susan laughed. "Oh this is just too perfect." She got up from the sofa and straddled me on the chair. Her breasts were in my face. She took a puff of the cigarette and grabbed the hair behind my head. She blew the smoke in my face. "I'm not topless, so I hope I'm annoying you even more."

I knew that Susan wasn't trying to be sexy, but I'd always imagined her tying me to a chair and teasing me just like this. In spite of the fear, I was getting aroused.

Susan blew smoke in my face and looked at me. "I can't be annoying you too much; I can feel you getting hard through my panties. Since you like this so much, it's not as much fun for me anymore." Susan got up and went back to the sofa. She yanked on the rope a couple of times. "That's for getting hard." She put the cigarette out and lit another. She picked up the phone and speed dialed a number.

Susan put the phone up to her ear. "Hi Arnold, it's Susan. Will you be here soon?" She smiles. "Great. I'm looking forward to seeing you too." She laughs. "Steve? He's right here next to me. Would you like to say hello?" She looks at me. "Arnold says hello." She puts the phone back up to her face. "I've got him naked and tied to a chair. I've been having some fun with him for a few hours." She takes a puff of her cigarette. "It's a surprise. I went shopping at Victoria's Secret. I think you'll like it." She uncrosses her legs. "See you soon. Bye."

Susan hung up the phone and looked at me again. "I guess you've figured out by now that Arnold is coming over. I've invited him to spend the weekend with me. Arnold and I will both dominate you." She laughed. "Arnold will stay with us through Sunday morning. I think it's time you got to know Arnold." She stood up with the phone and dialed another number. She walked over to me, and put the phone to my head. "I've called your office. Tell them you're sick and won't be in tomorrow."

I listened to the voice mail recording of my boss' phone. When I heard the beep I said, "George, this is Steve. I'm coming down with a bad cold, and I don't think I'll be in tomorrow. Hopefully I'll feel better on Monday. Bye."

Susan hung up the phone and sat down on the sofa. She put the TV back on. "ER" was on. She watched the rest of the show. The news was just starting when the doorbell rang. She turned the TV off and went to answer the door.

I heard a voice say, "Susan, you look fantastic." That must be Arnold. I couldn't see the entryway from where I was sitting, so I couldn't see them. They stayed in the entryway for several minutes, and by the sounds I guessed they were kissing. I heard Susan say, "Come on in and meet Steve." They came and sat on the sofa.

Arnold looked about ten years younger than me. He was about my height and in much better physical shape than I was. He had what you could call rugged good looks. 

Arnold spoke first. "Pleased to meet you Steve. Susan has told me so much about you." He put his arm around Susan's shoulders.

I wasn't sure whether I should say anything or not.

Susan glared at me. "Aren't you going to talk to Arnold?" She gave the rope a yank.

I winced at the pain. "Was your trip pleasant?" I didn't want to talk to Arnold, but I suppose I had to.

"Not too bad." Arnold gave Susan a squeeze. "But I'm glad I'm here now. I've been looking forward to fucking Susan for two weeks."

Susan grinned. "Why don't we take care of Steve first, then we can head up to bed."

Arnold stood up. "Great idea. Let's get his bondage stuff."

Susan got up and they left. A few minutes later I heard them come back into the room. I felt someone untying my wrists. As soon as the rope fell free, I felt handcuffs snap on my wrists. I saw Susan as she knelt by the chair and untied my ankles.

"Stand up." Susan commanded me.

I stood up. Susan locked my ankles into some ankle restraints I had. They were made of nine inches of iron, hinged on one side, locked with a padlock on the other. A three-foot length of heavy chain attached the restraints to each other. The restraints looked something like the chains used on a chain gang.

Arnold exclaimed, "Wow Steve, you have quite a collection of bondage equipment. I've only seen chains like that in movies!"

Susan stood up. "He's our prisoner now." She laughed and looked at me. "Arnold and I are going upstairs. Follow us."

Arnold fondled Susan's ass as they went up the stairs into the bedroom. I followed. I had to take each step one at a time because of the ankle restraints. I didn't want to fall down the stairs. When I walked into the bedroom Arnold and Susan were standing by the bed kissing.




Just Rewards



My buddies had talked me into going to that club, but I wasn't in the mood for the crowds and noise. We sat at the bar, checking out the women, but the place was mostly couples. The few singles seemed standoffish. 

At the end of the bar was an older couple, in their fifties, arguing. Who knew about what, but it was ugly. He grabbed at her wrist, and she pushed him away. The bartender had to intervene, and they wound up leaving.

My head pounded and I gave up, told my friends I'd catch them later, and walked to my car. I passed an SUV with the lights on. It was the couple from inside. The woman came bolting out, screaming, "Help! Help me Please!"

Her blouse was torn, showing her bra and her face was streaked with tears. Our eyes met and she whispered, "Please, get me out of here, Please!"

The guy was crawling out behind her, angrier than before, and looking fairly drunk. He saw me and slowed a bit.

She cowered behind me, and I asked him, "Is there a problem?"

"Mind your own business, Ass Hole!"

"This just became my business when you called me Ass Hole," I said, glaring.

He tried to grab at her past me, and I slammed him into the fender with a fore arm to the throat. His hand came up at me and I kneed him in the groin, doubling him over. 

I turned to her but she was gone, looking back as she climbed in a cab. He was still doubled over, and I bent and said, "Relax, catch your breath, then go home and sleep it off. And be careful how you treat people."

He was still slumped by the SUV as I drove off.

A week went by and I was at my usual hangout, tossing back a few brews when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to face the woman from the club. "Remember me?" she asked.

"I sure do! Where's your boyfriend?"

She laughed. "He was a blind date, believe it or not. That's why I never go on those things."

"So, what brings you here, coincidence?"

"Not exactly. The next night I went back to the club and one of your friends was there again, Nick? He said this was your regular place."

"Nick should have told me."

"Sorry, I just wanted to apologize for running out on you, and maybe buy you a drink to thank you."

"That's not really necessary..."

"Bartender...?" 

Her name was Sharon, divorced 2 years, just starting to date again. An old friend had set up the date, and the friend's husband had told the date he was lucky she didn't press charges and should be thankful he got off so easily. 

"He showed up half-drunk, then all he wanted was to go to a motel! I told him that wasn't happening. I'm no prude but at least wait for me to give you a sign, right!"

We were on our fourth by then. "Absolutely! The nerve!"

"John, don't make fun of me!" she laughed.

"Me? Never! Oh, wait, was that a sign?"

She smirked. "You'll know it when I give it."

"When, not if? That's good! Just kidding!" I was enjoying her. She was funny and honest, reminded me of Aunt Val who never married, even though she had lots of offers. I always wondered about Val, sexually.

Sharon was built like her, too. Bushy red hair, brown eyes, round cheeks, five foot six, with a curvy body, not fat, but definitely curvy.

She joked. "Oh, John! The sight of you, leaping in to save me! So in control! So Manly!"

"Yeah, that's cause you popped out with one tit showing! I wanted to see the other!"

"John!" admonishing me with a smile, "You're so fresh! ... so you're a breast man?"

I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Breasts, ass, legs, you name it. And eyes, you got great eyes!" 

She leaned back a bit, batted her eyelashes and said, "Oh, thank you, Sir! You are everso nice!" then she kissed me, a quick peck.

I licked my lip, looking at her. "Be careful what you start..."

"As long as I start it, there's nothing to be careful about," she replied, her lips still half-parted, so I leaned in and gave her a real kiss and she kissed back, then whispered, "This isn't the place."

"I agree. I'm a mile away."

"Okay"

In five minutes we were inside my apartment, locked together in a passionate kiss. I had no problem with the 20 year age difference, and neither did she? Her hand was between my legs massaging my erection, while I hefted her breast to my mouth. Her nipples were hard and sensitive, based on her reaction. 

I led her into the den, with us pawing at each other. There, I got her top off and tossed it aside as she expertly opened my slacks, digging in and coming out with my six incher. "Hmmm," she hummed, dropping to the couch and taking my cock in her hungry mouth.

I pulled my shirt over my head and stepped out of my pants as she worked on me. Looking down, she even looked like Aunt Val, which made it more exciting. I had to pull her up to keep from cumming too soon. 

As we kissed again, I tugged at her slacks, dragging them and the panties down, exposing her hairy bush. I laid her back on the couch and she spread for me. I knelt between her legs and she grabbed my shaft and guided it into her. She bucked wildly, until she got used to the feel, then she began moving, swaying, saying how good it felt.

My horniness took over and I picked up the pace, ramming into her as she sank into the couch, moaning. I was approaching my climax when she seemed to peak, too. 

I let out a deep groan as she screamed in my ear, and we both let loose. I spasmed again and again, and she squirmed and sobbed. We laid there a long time, kissing and petting. 

She slowly dressed and called a cab, and we kissed goodnight at the door with a promise of calling, but we never did. I guess I had gotten my just reward.



Just Rewards



Susan turned to me. "Good, you finally got here. Turn around while Arnold and I fuck. I want you to hear us, but I don't want you to watch."

I turned around and faced the door. I could hear them giggle as they got into bed. I was glad they couldn't see how red my face turned. Susan had decided to truly humiliate me. Neither of them said a word, but I could hear Susan moan and Arnold grunt. Susan's moans got louder and louder until she had an orgasm. I don't think Arnold stopped because Susan started moaning again. The moans got louder and louder. I heard Susan "Ooh" and "Aah" a few times, in between the moans. It took a little while longer, but I think I heard Susan orgasm again. I didn't hear anything for a couple of minutes, and I heard Susan's lower pitched moaning. The moans got deeper and deeper, and I think I heard Susan have another orgasm. I knew that I should be angry with Arnold and Susan, but I couldn't help myself. I was a little aroused listening to them fuck. I didn't hear anything else for a while, and I could smell cigarette smoke.

I heard Susan say, "You can turn around now, Steve."

I turned around. Susan was sitting up on her side of the bed smoking a cigarette. She had the covers pulled up over her chest. Arnold was sitting up on my side of the bed smoking a cigarette. He had the covers up to his waist. His chest was a little hairier than mine. Their clothes were on the floor on the side of the bed.

Susan spoke first. "I see you got hard listening to us fuck. Did you enjoy it? She grabbed Arnold's arm. "I know that I did!"

I answered, "I'm not sure enjoy is the right word, but yes, I was aroused listening to you fuck."

Arnold put his arm around Susan's shoulders and pulled her over so that she was leaning on him. She kept the cover over her breasts. "I sure enjoy fucking your wife." He took a puff of his cigarette. "How do you feel, knowing that I'm fucking her?'

I was embarassed to answer Arnold. "I don't particularly like it, but I'm glad she's happy."

Susan snuggles Arnold. "Yes, I'm definitely happy." She looks back at me. "He fucks me like you never could, Steve."

Arnold laughs. "Ouch. That must hurt your feelings. Tell me Steve, if you weren't tied up right now, would you try to hurt me? Maybe even kill me?'

I thought about that. "No Arnold, I wouldn't. I'd rather not be here with you, but I don't hate you at all. Since you seem to make Susan happy, I'm glad for the both of you."

Susan looked up at Arnold. "See, I told you he wouldn't be mad at you."

Arnold looked at me. "I've never met a guy quite like you before. Most husbands would be seething if some guy fucked his wife in his house. But you, you just stood there while I fucked your wife right behind your back." Arnold laughed. "You didn't turn around once. You didn't turn around until Susan commanded you to. And you had a hard-on to boot!"

I looked at the floor. He was right, but I didn't want to hear it from him.

Arnold finished his cigarette and turned to Susan. "I'm hungry. Why don't we go downstairs and get something to eat."

Susan finished her cigarette, kissed Arnold, and answered, "Sounds great, but first we need to lock Steve up for the night."

Arnold got up from the bed. "Ok." He was naked. I couldn't help looking at his cock. It was about the same size as mine, although it was a little thicker. "Sit down on the floor by my end of the footboard, Steve."

I stepped over to the end of the footboard and sat down on the floor. Arnold knelt down by my side. He unlocked the handcuff from one wrist, threaded the handcuffs behind the leg of the bed, and locked the handcuff to my wrist again. Unless I could lift up the corner of the bed, I was going to stay there until someone unlocked me. He took the rope tied to my cock and balls, and tied it to the ankle restraints, twisting my legs until the balls of my feet were almost touching my cock. Arnold stood up and looked at his handiwork. 

I heard Susan say, "Arnold, why don't you put the ashtrays down by Steve. Cigarette smoke annoys him."

Arnold got both of the ashtrays from the nightstands, put them on the floor beside me, and left. I could hear Arnold and Susan going downstairs laughing.

I think I must have drifted off to sleep for a while. The next thing I remember was hearing and feeling Arnold and Susan having sex again. It was dark in the room, so it must have been pretty early in the morning. I think I heard Susan have a couple of orgasms before they stopped and the bed stopped shaking. I'm pretty sure I went to sleep again, because the next thing I remember was the room getting bright. I had no idea what time it was. I knew that Susan and Arnold both were late sleepers, and I had no doubt that the sex would have them sleeping even later. Both of my legs were numb, and I knew that my muscles were going to be sore when they untied me.

Some time passed, and Arnold got up. He knelt down by me, and untied the rope from the ankle restraints. Then he got up, and I guess he went to the bathroom. I moved my legs slowly, until I'd straightened them out. They were stiff, and I was sure the rest of my muscles were just as stiff. Even though I had slept I was tired and hungry. I heard Susan get up and go to the bathroom, and then I heard them both go downstairs. After a while I heard the shower running in the bathroom. Shortly after the water stopped running, Arnold knelt down beside me. He was dressed in a beige sweater and khaki pants. He unlocked the handcuffs from my wrists and the ankle restraints from my ankles. I untied the rope from my balls and cock.

"Get up and go take a shower, then come back in here and get dressed. We're going out. Susan is in the bathroom to make sure you don't jerk off while you're in the shower." Arnold stood up beside me.

I pulled my arms in front of me. My shoulder muscles hurt. My legs weren't as numb as before, but I had a lot of trouble getting up. Arnold helped me until I was able to stand up. I saw the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was 2:30 in the afternoon. I walked into the bathroom. Susan was there, wearing a blue sweater and a navy blue wool skirt. I got into the shower. The hot water felt great on my sore muscles, and I drank some water to temper my hunger. I washed my hair and bathed, and stood in the hot water for about ten minutes. Susan reached in and turned off the water. "That's enough. Go get dressed."

I dried myself off, went into the bedroom and got dressed. Arnold was sitting on the bed watching me. I put on a plaid flannel shirt and some jeans. Susan came into the bedroom. "Let's go. We're going to see a movie." 

We went downstairs and out the door. Susan decided, "Let's take the Tempo. You're driving, Steve."

I unlocked the door and sat down in the driver's seat. Susan and Arnold got in the back seat.

Arnold commanded, "To the theatre, my good man." Arnold and Susan laughed as I pulled out of the parking spot and drove to the theatre. They made out in the back seat like a pair of horny teenagers while I drove. I don't know if they were putting on a show for me or they just wanted each other that much. I parked at the movie theatre, and we got out of the car. 

Susan commanded, "Get three tickets to "What Women Want", we'll be waiting in the lobby."

Arnold and Susan went into the lobby while I got in line to buy the tickets. After buying the tickets, I met them in the lobby. Susan told me, "We're going in. We'd like some popcorn and drinks. You should be able to find us." 

I gave them two tickets and they went into the theatre. I got in the concession line. I hadn't eaten in over a day, so I bought a couple of hot dogs along with the popcorn and drinks. I sat out in the lobby and ate the hot dogs, then brought the popcorn and drinks into the theatre. I had a little trouble finding Arnold and Susan at first, then I saw them towards the back of the theatre in the stadium seating. Susan had saved a seat next to her in the aisle, so I handed Arnold the popcorn and the drinks and sat down. The coming attractions were showing, and a few minutes later the movie started. I watched the movie and didn't pay much attention to Arnold and Susan. After the movie was over, we got up and went back to the car. From the back seat Susan mentioned, "Let's go to Applebee's for dinner."

I drove over to Applebee's. Arnold and Susan made out in the back seat. We pulled into the parking lot, and parked in the back. I got out of the car, and went inside. It was a little early but it was Friday evening; we had a 30-minute wait for a table. They gave me a beeper and I went back to the car. Arnold and Susan made out while we waited. Finally, the beeper went off, and we went into the restaurant. As soon as we got to our table, Arnold and Susan pulled out their cigarettes and lit one. The service was pretty good, and we had drinks and menus quickly. Arnold and Susan ordered a fried seafood platter to share, and I ordered a pasta sampler that had three different pasta entrées. Arnold and Susan smoked two cigarettes each while we waited for the dinners. They talked about what they liked and didn't like about the movie. After the food arrived, we ate and didn't talk much. I paid the bill, and we left. As we were getting into the car Susan commanded, "Stop at Blockbuster on the way home. I want to pick up some movies."

I drove over to Blockbuster. We parked, got out of the car, and went inside. Arnold and Susan picked out three movies and handed them to me. I knew I wasn't going to be watching them but I looked at the titles anyway. They had picked out "Erin Brockovich", "Runaway Bride", and "The Sixth Sense". I got in line, paid for the rentals, and we left the store. We got back in the car and went home.

As soon as we were all home, Susan commanded, "Go upstairs, strip, and put your ankle chains on. Come back downstairs and bring the rope and handcuffs with you."

I went upstairs, went to the bathroom, and went into the bedroom. I picked up the ashtrays from the floor and put them on the nightstands. I took off my clothes and locked the ankle restraints on. I picked up the rope and handcuffs and went downstairs. Arnold was sitting on the sofa. Susan was straddling him on his lap and they were kissing. She had her hands on his shoulders, and he had his hands up her sweater and all over her breasts. I stood by the sofa for about fifteen minutes watching them until Susan noticed me. "Go get a dining room chair, and bring it into the living room."

I went into the dining room, got a chair, and brought it into the living room. Susan commanded, "Put it down facing the TV and stand beside it."

I turned the chair so it was facing the TV. Susan got up and tied the rope around my cock and balls, like she'd done the night before. Without looking up she commanded, "Sit down and put your hands behind the chair."

I sat down and put my arms behind the back of the chair. She threaded the handcuffs through one of the slats of the chair and handcuffed my wrists together. She came around to the front of the chair and looked at me. Arnold got up from the sofa and stood behind Susan. He nibbled on her ear and neck for a couple of minutes. I couldn't hide my stiffening cock from either of them. Susan picked up the rope and pulled on it. I felt the pain in my balls. Arnold started fondling Susan's breasts through her sweater. She moaned once, then told me, "Arnold and I are going upstairs for a while. Arnold was nice enough to pick up a movie for you to watch while we're busy fucking." Susan gave the rope a hard yank. "Be polite enough to say thank you."

I winced. "Thank you Arnold for getting a movie for me."

Arnold grinned. "You're welcome Steve. The movie was Susan's idea."

Susan turned on the TV and the VCR. She put a tape in the VCR and pressed play. Susan and Arnold went upstairs. The movie was a porn movie, "Dominatrix Without Mercy". Four dominant women made a guy crawl around and beg while they whipped him and teased him with their beautiful naked bodies. He was wearing a ball gag, and when they put their breasts and pussies against his face, all he could do was look at them and smell their aroma. The movie aroused me, and I wished my hands were free. The movie ended, and when the VCR got to the end of the tape, it rewound the movie and started playing it again. Arnold and Susan came back downstairs about half way through the second playing. They both were wearing a robe.

Susan turned off the TV and VCR, turned to me and asked, "Did you enjoy the movie?"

"Yes Susan, I did."

"I bet you'd like to play with yourself now, wouldn't you?" Susan cooed.

"Yes Susan, I would."

Susan came over to the chair, and tickled my throbbing hard cock with her fingernails for a couple of minutes. She stepped back. "Well don't let us stop you. Go right ahead and play with yourself." Susan and Arnold laughed at my obvious horniness.

They went into the kitchen, and came out with some popcorn and soda. Arnold went to the sofa. Susan turned the TV on, put a movie into the VCR, and went to the sofa. Susan had put "Erin Brockovich" on. I suppose I should be thankful that they let me watch the movie with them, although I was still pretty horny from the porn movie. I had a hard-on everytime I saw Julia Roberts. After the movie was over, Susan got up and put the bowls and glasses in the kitchen. She came back over in front of the chair, and saw my still stiff cock. She looked at Arnold on the sofa, then at me. "They're called breasts, Steve." They both laughed.

Susan walked behind the chair. I felt her unlock the handcuffs from my right wrist, pull them through the chair, and lock the handcuffs back on my wrist. "We're going upstairs again. Follow us." They went upstairs and I followed. I had to go up the stairs slowly with the ankle restraints on. They were standing by the bed kissing when I got there.

Susan turned to me. "Good, you finally joined us. Turn around and face the door."

I started to turn around when Arnold turned to Susan. "No Susan, this time I want him to watch us fuck."

Susan stammered, "I... I don't know Arnold. I thought you didn't want him to see me naked anymore."

"I understand Susan." Arnold's voice was calm and soothing. "But look at how hard he is now. After we're finished I'm going to chain him to the bed for the rest of the night. All he'll be able to think about all night long is you and how much fun you're having with me."

Susan looked into Arnold's eyes. "Well... If that's what you want, and you don't mind Steve seeing me naked again, then all right, he can watch us." 

Arnold chuckled. "No, I don't mind him seeing you naked. Just as long as it's me you're thinking about and fucking."

Susan stepped over to me, and rubbed my cheek with the back of her palm. I was excited that I was going to see her naked once more. She pulled her hand back and slapped me, hard. Tears welled in my eyes as I heard her say, "You have no manners at all, Steve. Thank Arnold for allowing you to watch us fuck."

The pain in my cheek was so intense I almost yelled. It subsided, and I whispered, "Thank you Arnold for allowing me to watch you fuck Susan."

Arnold put his hand to his ear. "I'm sorry, what was that? I didn't catch that."

I repeated, louder this time, "Thank you Arnold for allowing me to watch you fuck Susan." My face was crimson from the humiliation. I knew that Susan would hurt me any way Arnold wanted her to.

Arnold answered, "You're welcome Steve. You'll be able to make it up to me sometime soon." Arnold and Susan laughed.

I wondered what Arnold had in mind for me. I was sure he had something planned for tomorrow. Arnold slipped the robe off Susan. They kissed, and Susan slipped the robe off Arnold. Susan sat down on the bed, then got up in the doggie position. I could see her waving her nice ass. Arnold looked at me, grinned, and climbed up on the bed behind Susan. Susan moaned as he pounded her to two orgasms. Arnold slid over to the side and lay down on the bed. His cock was sticking straight up. Susan lay a couple of minutes on her stomach, then climbed up on his cock. I watched her back as she bounced up and down on his stiff rod until she had another orgasm. I was past caring about them teasing me anymore. I was enjoying the show that Arnold and Susan were putting on for me. My cock was as stiff as it could get.

Susan sat on Arnold's cock for a few minutes before she climbed off. His cock was still stiff. She took the head of his cock into her mouth and licked and sucked on it for a couple of minutes before she swallowed his cock. Susan had never once gave me a blow job, not in all the years we were married. I was envious as I watched them. Susan looked like she knew exactly what she was doing, and after about ten minutes, Arnold came. She licked up and swallowed all the come, then they kissed for about fifteen minutes. Susan rolled over to the nightstand and got a cigarette. Arnold got one too. They both sat up and smoked, not saying a word to each other or to me. They didn't bother to pull the cover up over their bodies. It was the first time in almost a year that I'd seen Susan's naked breasts and pussy. She had trimmed the area around her pussy, and it looked nice.

Arnold spoke first. "I see you still have quite a hard-on, Steve. Did you enjoy watching us fuck?"

"Yes Arnold, I did." I answered.

Arnold looked over at Susan. "Why don't you tell Steve how many times I've made you come so far this weekend?"

Susan answered, "Sure honey." She looked at me and took a puff of her cigarette. "I've had around fifteen orgasms so far from Arnold, and I'm looking forward to lots more." She took another puff of her cigarette. "Are you enjoying watching me smoke naked, Steve?"

"Yes Susan I am." I'd always fanaticized about seeing Susan smoke naked, but she never smoked when I'd asked her to. She always complained about how it would stink up the house if she smoked.

Arnold looked puzzled, then remembered. "Oh yeah, I remember you telling me about Steve's cigarette fetish." He looked at me and asked, "Do you like what you're seeing?"

"Yes Arnold, I do."

Arnold and Susan put their cigarette out. Arnold looked at Susan and asked, "Honey, would you mind doing me a favor?"

Susan looked at Arnold. "Sure, what is it?"

Arnold grinned mischievously. "Would you mind smoking another cigarette, and teasing Steve while I watch? I remember you telling me about Steve's fetish, and I'd sure love to watch you tease him."

Susan laughed. "Sure honey, anything you want. You have no idea how many times Steve asked me to do this to him. You don't mind if Steve gets in bed with us, do you?"

"No darling, if that's what you need." Arnold answered. "I want to see this."

Susan lit another cigarette, took a puff, and commanded, "You heard him Steve, come over here and lay down." She patted on the middle of the bed.

I came over to the side of the bed and lay down on my back. The handcuffs dug into the small of my back, but I didn't care. Once I was lying on the bed, Susan moved on to her side next to me. I was lying between her and Arnold. Her left nipple was inches from my mouth.

Susan looked at Arnold. "He's going to suck on my nipple while I blow cigarette smoke in his face. If he stops sucking on my nipple, even for a second, I'll slap his cock hard a couple of times to punish him. It's a good thing I've already come several times; sucking on my nipple usually makes me horny. I'll keep smoking till you tell me to stop, Arnold." She looked at me. "Suck, you worm."

I sucked on Susan's nipple. She took a puff of her cigarette and blew the smoke in my face. I was in heaven. I had wanted Susan to do this to me for years, but she said no every time I asked her. I focused on Susan's nipple. I had no doubt that even if I kept sucking on her nipple, she'd find an excuse to slap my cock a few times. The thought made me even harder as I sucked and inhaled the cigarette smoke. Susan smoked and I sucked until she finished the cigarette. She looked at Arnold. "Do you want to watch me smoke another cigarette and tease him more?"




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Arnold answered, "Yea baby, I'm turned on watching you annoy him while he sucks on your nipple."

Susan got another cigarette, lit it, and took a puff. She looked at me and complained, "Who told you to stop?" She slapped my cock hard three times. "Keep sucking, you asshole." She smoked and I sucked while she finished her second cigarette. She looked over at Arnold. "I don't think I can smoke another cigarette."

"Ok then, that's enough."

Susan pulled her nipple out of my mouth. She slapped my cock hard four times and commanded, "Get out of our bed. Now!"

I wiggled myself up into a sitting position, and sat on the side of the bed. I stood up, and stepped away from the bed.

Susan looked at Arnold and whispered lustfully, "All that nipple sucking made me horny again."

Arnold answered, "Watching you annoy him like that got me hard again." Arnold kissed Susan for a couple of minutes, and she got into a doggie position. Arnold looked at me. "Kneel down by the side of the bed."

I knelt down by the side of the bed. I could see Susan's breasts hanging from her chest as she waited for Arnold to enter her. Arnold got up behind her, and pounded her. Susan moaned louder and louder as he pounded. Her breasts swayed as Arnold pulled her back and forth. She had two orgasms before she collapsed onto the bed.

Arnold pulled out and turned to me. "Show's over. Sit down on the floor."

I sat down on the floor by the foot of the bed. Arnold locked my wrists to the leg of the bed. He tied the rope to the ankle restraints, pulling my ankles together. Then he stood up in front of me so his cock was right in my face. "I want to make you suck my cock, but I'm saving this for Susan." He got the ashtrays from the nightstands and put them on the floor in between my legs. Arnold put his arm around Susan and looked down at me. "She's mine now Steve." They laughed, turned out the lights, and went downstairs.

It was a while before I went to sleep. I thought about the porn movie, watching Arnold and Susan fuck, and how Susan tormented me with her cigarette smoke. I was so fucking horny, but I was restrained and I couldn't touch my still stiff cock. The next thing I knew, the room was bright. I must have fell asleep. My cock was soft, but as soon as I remembered everything it hardened again. My muscles were as stiff as my cock. I knew that I had to wait until Arnold woke up.

Sometime later Arnold got up, untied the rope from the chain, and went to the bathroom. I couldn't stretch my legs because the damn ashtrays were on the floor between them. A while later Susan came over to me and sat down on the floor in front of me. She was naked and smoking a cigarette. "The ashtrays are down here." She laughed. She sat in front of me smoking the cigarette. After she finished the cigarette, she got up, picked up the ashtrays, put them on the nightstands, and left.

A while later Arnold came in, wearing a flannel shirt and blue jeans, and unlocked me from the handcuffs and ankle restraints. I untied the rope from my cock. "Go take a shower, then come back in here and put the ankle restraints back on. Bring the rope and the handcuffs downstairs." He helped me up off the floor. It was 3:30 in the afternoon.

I went into the bathroom. Susan was there, wearing a red sweater and skirt. "Hurry up, and don't even think about touching your cock." I got into the shower, washed my hair and body, and stood in the warm water relaxing my muscles until Susan turned the water off. "Get going."

I dried myself off and went into the bedroom. I locked the ankle restraints on, picked up the rope and handcuffs and went downstairs into the living room. Arnold and Susan were sitting on the sofa.

"Come over here," Susan commanded.

I walked over to Susan. She tied the rope around my cock and balls, and handcuffed my wrists together in front of me. She sat back. "You're going to be our servant today. We're going to watch a couple of movies and some TV. If Arnold asks for anything, you get it for him. If I ask for anything, you get it. If I put a cigarette in my mouth, I want you kneeling in front of me lighting it. Arnold can light his own cigarettes." They both laugh. "Do you understand?"

"Yes Susan, I understand."

"Good. Get us both a Coke and some potato chips."

I go into the kitchen and put some potato chips into a couple of bowls. I get a couple of Cokes from the refrigerator, and bring the chips and Cokes into the living room. Good thing we had a serving platter in the kitchen, otherwise I'd have had to make two trips. I spend the next five hours obeying Susan and Arnold's commands while they watched the other two movies we'd rented. I got food and drinks for them, and lit five cigarettes for Susan. I was tired when Susan commanded, "Go get a dining room chair."

I got a dining room chair and brought it into the living room.

"Put it down facing the TV, and sit down." Susan commanded.

I put the chair down facing the TV and sat down. Susan came over in front of me and unlocked the handcuffs. She threaded the handcuffs through a chair rail and locked my arms behind my back. I heard Susan sit down on the sofa, pick up the phone and dial a number. I heard her say, "Ok, we're ready. Can you come over now?" She paused, then said "Great. We'll see you in a few minutes." I heard her hang up the phone. Now what had they planned? I had a few minutes to wonder when I heard a knock at the door. Susan got up to answer the door. I couldn't see the entryway from where I was sitting, so I had no idea who it was until I heard, "Now let's see Steve."

Fuck. It was my next door neighbor, Lannie. Lannie is a great looking 30-year-old woman with shoulder-length dark blonde hair and nice round grapefruit sized breasts. She was a high school cheerleader, and is still in great shape. She always wears tight low cut shirts, and has a couple of tattoos. One is a long stem rose on her right calf and thigh. I secretly lusted after Lannie. I would have done anything she wanted, but I knew she loved her husband Mike, and I had no intention of coming between them. Mike was a fairly good friend, and I didn't want to hurt him. I didn't want him to hurt me either.

Susan and Lannie came into the living room. Susan took Lannie's coat, and hung it up in the hall closet. Lannie was wearing a low cut midriff t-shirt that showed the tops of her breasts and her belly, and a pair of blue jeans. She was smoking a cigarette and looking at my hard cock. Susan came back into the living room and asked Lannie, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Fuck yeah," Lannie answered. "I'd never heard of a cigarette smoke fetish until you called a couple of weeks ago and asked me if I could do you a favor. After you explained it to me, I wanted to see it for myself. I'm kinda excited now; I want to do this."

"You know what we want you to do, right?" Susan asked.

"Sure. I practiced on Mike a couple of times. He thinks it's interesting, although he's wondering where I got the idea from." Lannie laughs and takes a puff of her cigarette. "I haven't told him yet." Lannie walks over to me and straddles me. "I understand you get aroused watching a naked woman smoke. That right?"

"Yes Lannie, that's right." Fuck. Now every woman in the neighborhood would know about my cigarette smoke fetish.

Lannie took a puff of her cigarette and blew the smoke in my face, "Don't think I haven't noticed you leering at me, Steve. I had no idea it was the cigarette. I thought it was my boobs." Lannie laughed. "Susan tells me you're willing to pay me to do this to you. I wouldn't have even considered it, except I've been between jobs and we could use the money. So, how much is this worth to you?"

I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to offer Lannie too little, especially in this position. "How much do you want, Lannie?"

"That depends." Lannie blew another puff of smoke in my face. "Do you want me naked, or not."

I definitely wanted to see Lannie naked. "Naked, if you don't mind."

"Ok. Do you want to suck on my nipples? That'll be extra."

"Yes Lannie, I want to suck on your nipples."

"Ok then." Lannie blew another puff of smoke in my face. "It'll cost you $800 for thirty minutes."

Damn, that was a lot. It'd be six months before I could afford the nude bar again. I wondered how she was going to explain to Mike where the $800 came from. "Ok, $800 then."

Lannie stood up and took off her t-shirt and jeans. She wasn't wearing a bra. She took off her panties. She had neatly trimmed brown pussy hair. My poor cock got even harder as I stared at Lannie's perfect body. She lit another cigarette, put a towel on my lap, and straddled me again. She grabbed the hair on the back of my head, pulled my mouth into her left nipple, and commanded, "Suck." Lannie blew smoke in my face while I sucked on her nearly little finger-width hard nipple. She finished the first cigarette and switched me to her other nipple. She lit another cigarette and blew smoke in my face while I sucked. After Lannie finished her fourth cigarette I heard her say, "Ok, time's up."

Susan got up from the sofa and told Lannie, "Hold on, I'll get you a check." Susan left the room.

Lannie looked at me. "I know you enjoyed that, I could feel your cock pressing into my pussy through the towel." She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Call me sometime when Susan goes out of town. I had fun and would love to do this again with you."

Susan came back with the check. Lannie got up and put her clothes back on. Susan gave her the check. Lannie said, "Thanks Susan," gave her a hug, put on her coat, and left.

Susan came back over to me, and tickled my cock with her fingernails. "I'll bet that's more excitement than you've had in a long time, Steve. If you want to jerk off, I'm sure Arnold won't mind." Susan and Arnold laughed.

"Actually, I'm pretty horny too. I had a great time watching Lannie torment Steve." Arnold told Susan. "Let's go upstairs."

Susan leered at Arnold. "Great idea." She went behind the chair and unlocked the handcuffs, unthreaded them, then locked them back on. "Let's go, Arnold." They went upstairs.

I stood up, and followed. When I got into the bedroom, Arnold and Susan were kissing. Arnold pulled Susan's sweater off. She hadn't been wearing a bra. They took each other's clothes off, and got into bed. Susan had two orgasms from Arnold in the doggie position, and two more riding his cock while he was lying on the bed. Afterwards, they both got a cigarette from the nightstand and sat up smoking. Arnold looked at me and asked, "Are you horny, Steve?"

"Yes Arnold, I am."

"I'll bet you'd come quickly jerking off, wouldn't you?"

"Yes I probably would."

Arnold turned to Susan. "I think we've teased poor Steve enough. Get him a hand towel and unlock him. I want to see him jerk off in front of us."

"As you command, my Arnold." Susan said jokingly. She got up and went into the bathroom. She came back with a hand towel. She put it on the foot of the bed, and unlocked the handcuffs. She looked at me and commanded, "Don't touch your cock until Arnold tells you to." She climbed back into bed, got another cigarette and lit it.

I stood there waiting. I didn't care about anything anymore except finally being able to masturbate. I thought about the porn movie, Susan and Lannie tormenting me with their cigarettes, and I was about to burst. I watched Susan sitting up in the bed, naked, smoking. She was about halfway through with her cigarette when Arnold commanded; "You may begin."

It only took about twenty seconds. I stroked my cock maybe fifteen times, and I came. Afterwards, I picked up the towel from the footboard and wiped my cock off. I wiped up some of my come that had hit the floor and the bed. When I was finished, Arnold got up from the bed. , "Time to lock you up."

I sat down by the foot of the bed as Arnold locked my wrists behind the foot of the bed. He tied the rope to the ankle restraints, and put the ashtrays on the floor beside me. Susan and Arnold left and turned out the lights. I don't remember falling asleep. I awoke to Arnold untying the rope and unlocking the handcuffs and ankle restraints. He commanded, "Go take a shower, get dressed, and come down to the living room." My muscles were sore and he helped me get up. It was 10 am.

I took a shower, and masturbated again. It took a couple of minutes to come. I finished my shower, got out, dried off, and went into the bedroom to get dressed. I put on a flannel shirt and blue jeans. I went downstairs. Arnold and Susan were sitting on the sofa. Arnold had his arm around Susan's shoulder. Arnold spoke first. "I enjoyed my weekend with you. I'm going to be leaving soon, but first I wanted to talk to you Steve. I think you realize that I'm in control of your sex life now, through Susan. I also think you're happier than you've been in a long time."

Damn him! It was true. In spite of how I was supposed to feel about Arnold, this weekend had been the happiest and sexiest I'd had in a long time. I didn't want to admit it to Arnold, but he'd encouraged Susan to dominate me more in one weekend than I ever could in almost twenty years. "Yes Arnold. I don't want to admit you're right, but I do enjoy having Susan dominate me sexually."

Arnold laughed. "I'll accept that for now." He looked directly at me. "From now on, every Friday evening, after Mark is asleep, Susan will bring you down to the basement. You will strip and allow Susan to tie you up anyway she wants to. I will be directing her through the computer. You will do whatever she or I want you to do for two to three hours. Do you understand?"

"Yes Arnold, I understand."

"Good. I'll be visiting every other month or so. You'll be our servant when I visit. If you give Susan or me any trouble, she will leave you, and take Mark with her. You don't want that, do you?"

I knew Arnold had me there. "No, I don't."

"Good." Arnold and Susan stood up. He hugged and kissed her, then left.

Susan turned to me. "Don't forget, Mark is over at Aunt Sandy's. You'll need to pick him up in a couple of hours. I've got some cleaning up to do."

I drove over to Sandy's and picked up Mark. By the time we got back, Susan had cleaned everything up. Even the smell of cigarette smoke was gone. Our life was back in the old established routine, at least until last Friday night. Some problems had come up at work, and I was working evenings. I'd almost forgotten about Arnold's visit and what he told me. Friday night I went to bed at nine, my usual time. About midnight, Susan came into the bedroom and woke me up. She shook me, saying, "Get up."

I was dazed and didn't remember. "Wha... What's the matter? Why did you wake me up?"

Susan grinned. "Don't you remember? We get to dominate you tonight."

I was a little more awake now. "Oh. Ok, I'll get up."

I got up and followed Susan downstairs to the basement. She had a dining room chair already in the basement. I took off my pajamas and sat down. Susan tied my wrists to the back of the chair and my ankles to the legs of the chair. She went to the computer and started typing. She typed for about ten minutes, then she got up. She lit a cigarette, came over to me, and straddled my lap.

"Arnold says that you have to ask his permission for me to do anything other than to sit here and blow smoke in your face." She blew cigarette smoke in my face. "Just tell me what you want. I'll go over to the computer and type it in. If Arnold says yes, then I'll come back over here and do what you asked for. If Arnold says no, then I come back over here and blow smoke in your face until you ask for something else."

"Ask Arnold if he'll let you take off your clothes."

"Ok." Susan got up and went over to the computer. She typed for a while. She stood up, and took off her sweater and skirt. She wasn't wearing any underwear. She came back over, straddled me, and blew cigarette smoke in my face.

I let Susan take a couple of puffs of her cigarette before I asked my next question. "Ask Arnold if he'll let you kiss me."

"Ok." Susan went to the computer. She came back, straddled me, and blew smoke in my face. "Arnold says no."

I thought about what I wanted. "Ask Arnold if he'll let me suck on your nipple."

"Ok." Susan went to ask Arnold. She came back, straddled me, and blew smoke in my face. "Arnold says no."

I let Susan finish her cigarette. "Ask Arnold if he'll let you fuck me."

"Ok." Susan went to the computer. She stood up, lit another cigarette, and came over to me. She slapped my face with the back of the hand twice. She slapped my cock hard six times. "Arnold says don't ever ask him that again. My pussy is for his cock only." She straddled me and blew cigarette smoke in my face.

My face and cock stung for a while. I had no idea what to ask for now. Susan had almost finished her cigarette before I thought of another question. "Ask Arnold if he'll let me eat your pussy."

"Ok." The answer came back, "Arnold says yes only if you can do it while tied to the chair. Can you?"

I didn't see how I could. "No."

"That's what I thought." Susan laughed. "No pussy for you tonight." Susan straddled me and blew cigarette smoke in my face. She finished the cigarette, got up and got another one, came back and straddled my lap again.

I was running out of ideas. I was thinking Susan would spend three hours blowing smoke in my face. Finally, I came up with another question. "Ask Arnold if he'll let you tease my cock with your mouth."

"Ok." Susan went to the computer and typed. She put the cigarette out, came over to me, and knelt down in front of me. She licked the head of my cock, lightly at first. Then she took the head of my cock in her mouth. She used her teeth and tongue to arouse me. When I got close to an orgasm, she'd stop until I calmed down. She teased my cock for a couple of hours, then stopped and untied me. "Time's up. We'll do this again next week."

I went back upstairs and masturbated for about five minutes until I had a big orgasm. Then I went back to sleep. I wouldn't want to admit it to anyone else, but I'm happy that Arnold has come into our lives. I can hardly wait until next Friday night.