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Learning

By: Sateema Lunasi



I lay there beside him, my mind wandering over thoughts that would make a whore blush, as his hands sleepily caressed my arm.

“Where is your mind, Lily?”

“Wandering.” I replied with a smile. “Thinking dirty thoughts.”

He smiled, blue eyes glittering and tickled me a little,

“What kind of dirty thoughts?” he asked, hand snaking up to my side and under my shirt. He simply held my side, pressing pleasurably into my ribcage.

“Just thoughts, you know...naughty things I shouldn’t think of.” I laughed.

He tickled me a tiny bit more, his hand tracing tiny circles along a part of my body that is rarely touched. I squirmed and fought his hand playfully, but he was so much stronger than me, I gave up and sighed.

“Okay...I was thinking of stupid girl things. Like how many women have you...you know?”

He sighed and looked at me defeated.

“Women always ask that to men, don’t they?”

“I guess we do.” I admitted. “So?”

“Hmm, let me think...quite a few. Does it matter?”

“No.” I said quickly. “It was just a curious question, that is all. Well, who was your first?”

He laughed then, looking at me as if I were a five year old. We both laughed and he tickled me.

“Seriously!”

“Okay...” he relented. “My first was a girl named Theresa, back in Ireland long ago.”

“You went to school with her?”

“No.”

“Well, who was she to you?” I pressed.

“My governess.” He said flatly.

I paused,

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously. I was fourteen and she was nineteen.”

I think I pondered that for a moment. I squirmed a bit under his hand. He squeezed me rather hard, almost painfully. 

“So, how many...just an approximate number?” 

He laughed hard now.

“Maybe one hundred. That is a good shotgun guess.” He laughed.

“One hundred? Did you do kinky things with them?” I laughed as he tickled my sides and the small of my back.

“Yeah, sometimes.” He admitted with a grin.

“What kinky things? Like, did you tie them up, or spank them or something?”

He pulled me closer to him then, and in one swift gesture pulled me over so that I was laying on top of him, against his massive chest. I lost my breath for a second, but composed myself.

“Yes, sometimes I did, Lily.”

“Did they like it?”

“I would not have done it had they not liked it, Lily.”

He placed one hand on my hip then and he sat me up, so I was straddled on top of him, sitting straight up, my back arched a bit. He playfully stroked my arm with one hand and surprised me when with the other, he produced from somewhere near the bed, two thin little white leather wrist bands with a strange little clasp attached to it with a lock and key. I laughed.

“With these, Lily, or similar things.” He explained. He placed them in my hands carefully so I could examine them. The inner lining was soft suede, and the outer lining was harder leather. The small metal rings were strong and deceptively delicate. I examined them carefully, turning the little key in the lock. They opened. On impulse and some strange curiosity, I slipped my hands inside. I showed them to Liam and blushed. He smiled, almost sweetly. 

“Very nice...” he grinned. He reached then for my hands, now cuffed in leather straps and he pulled my arms up to the brass headboard of the bed, quickly snapping them closed over the brass poles. He locked me there, straddled over him, my arms stretched over his head, my breasts just inches above his face. I must have been a sight; a flurry of red hair in two long braids, a thin white, spaghetti strapped shirt and a short plaid mini skirt and knee high boots. I looked like a schoolgirl, which I think did even more to enflame him. 

“That was tricky!” I lurched against the brass to try and free myself, but found that the movement just caused my body to buck against him, and I heard him groan,

“Lily, stop teasing me.”

He looked up at me with fierce blue eyes and suddenly I had an urge to kiss him, to completely surrender to him. A naughty thought lingered in my head. Tease him? Yes, well, he would surely feel teased when he discovered I wore no panties under the skirt. I almost smiled. 

“You look so sweet that way, Lily. Do you like being that way?” he looked directly into my eyes.

“Yes.” I admitted.

“Good.” He traced a patient finger over my breasts, feeling the nipples harden under the fabric of my shirt. I shivered.

I looked over his chest, firmly muscled and lightly golden from California sun, and I wanted to taste the skin there. I felt the firmness of his thighs against mine and it made me breathe harder. He stroked my breasts over the shirt. I wanted his hands under the fabric, on my skin. He knew that of course, and set out to tease me. 

“Why are you shaking, Lily?” he teased. “What do you want?”

“I want you to kiss me...”

“Then I will.” He said simply, but instead of pressing his mouth to mine, he kissed the column of my throat, surprising me, then he softly bit at my throat, making the strangest sensations. I found myself moving against him again, and I felt his erection now. He made a very soft and gentle trail of butterfly kisses over my neck, then bit rather hard, causing me to bite my lip and hold back a little yelp. He looked up at me and said,

“Lily, the beauty of this is that we learn to trust each other. If you behave...I will be so soft with you, but if you misbehave, I will hurt you, but either way I promise you will like it.”

His words put a tiny bit of fear in me, followed by a rush of excitement I could not control. I could simply close my eyes and concentrate on the powerful and sculpted body beneath me...strong thighs, powerful chest, beautiful face, angelic eyes...

He kissed my throat again, then moved down to the low rim of my shirt, kissing the flesh just above it. His hands moved up then, up my hips, over my bottom, then up my sides under my shirt, over my stomach and then the found my breasts, bare and swollen with desire now. I tried not to move against him. I closed my eyes,

“No, look at me.” He ordered.

I obeyed.

“That a girl...” he coaxed with a whisper. 

He then pushed up the fabric over my breasts so I would be exposed. He smiled sweetly then, and stroked the bare flesh there, the soft part, then catching the hardened little peaks in his fingers and squeezing gently. A soft moan escaped my lips. He looked satisfied with my reaction, and then he cupped both my breasts in his hands and began to kiss them, one at a time, softly and sweetly. His kisses soon became open mouthed kisses, putting just the tiniest bit of wetness on my skin, tingled by his warm breath. He then took one of my swollen nipples in his mouth and began to flicker his tongue against it, and I closed my eyes and let the sensations take me. I was startled back to Earth by a sharp pain in my breast. He slapped me there, hard and was now pinching my nipple brutally. I screamed.

“Liam!”

“I said, ‘look at me’, Lily!” he explained. I quickly obeyed, fearful of another punishment like that. My breast was sore now, and I almost cried.

“It hurts...” I whispered.

“I know darling. I am sorry for punishing you so firmly so early on, but I couldn’t help it. You’re very beautiful. I wanted to hear you scream my name. You’re lovely...”

He then took the nipple again in his mouth very softly and caressed it with his tongue, sending the pain away. He kissed me there so long, tickling, teasing, licking and lightly brushing his teeth across the hardened tip, that I almost lost my mind. He moved the sweet torment to the other, then back again, until his torment became a firm and pressured suckling, drawing exstasy from me in moans and soft whispers of his name. 

One hand moved down over my back, then under my leg and he widened his eyes just a little, his hand discovering the slightly wet thatch of hair between my legs. Surprisingly, his erection became even harder and thicker. I couldn’t help but writhe as I felt his fingers stroke me there, rather like he were stroking a pet cat. He clasped a nipple in his mouth again as he did it, and I moaned as I felt his finger work its way between the nether-lips and then carefully into the tight passage. He began to work it in and out of me, making me squirm against him. He asked me then,

“Say no if you change your mind.” It was a slightly sobering thought, but did not change my mind. I said,

“I want this. I want you so badly...inside me.”

He smiled again, so sweetly,

“Patience darling...I have to ready you first...”

“No, now, please...now...” I couldn’t believe I was begging.

He looked solemn for a moment and said, as if he were patronizing a child,

“Lily, feel this...” he pressed his massive erection against my inner thigh and reminded me the size difference in us. “I have to ready you more, darling, or it will hurt badly...”

I nodded then, realizing the pain I would feel if he just entered me now. It didn’t matter. I wanted him so badly. He continued to stroke me there and push his finger in and out of me, then he slowly added another finger and stretched me more, almost painfully. Soon he entered a third and I was crying now. He slowed and said softly,

“You can tell me to stop any time...”

“No, don’t stop...I know it has to hurt....”

He worked me more then, saying softly,

“Shh, my sweet darling, don’t cry...”

His fingers worked me back and forth and his erection swelled even more against my thigh. I saw his hand move to the side of the bed again, into a little drawer. He began to slide down, kissing my breasts, my belly, my navel, my hips, until his face was just beneath the apex of my thighs, the most secret part of me, where his fingers still worked me. With one hand, he carefully and discreetly opened a small package, which I knew was a condom, and with the other hand, he parted my nether lips. His tongue touched me there, instantly finding my clitoris and stroking it with his tongue. I shivered wildly, moaning and shaking. He began to suckle me there, flickering his tongue against the core of the pleasure. I thought I would die. I wanted to grab him, to scratch my nails over him and feel his skin, the muscular frame, the impressive erection, but I could not move. He had pinned me there in a circuit of pleasure and I wanted to explode. 

“Please Liam...please...”

And in seconds he was out from underneath me but he never removed his fingers. He stood on his knees on the bed behind me, nudging the erection against me, and then he carefully positioned it against the core of me, replacing his fingers with the thick shaft. It was stretching me painfully but he worked in slowly then began a slow rythem back and forth and soon pleasure mixed with the pain. I had felt this before, the first two times he had made love to me. He pushed quicker and harder until he was pumping into me with firm force and we were both moaning together. 

“Move against me, Lily, push against me...”

I hesitated but was punished with a hard slap to the backside for doing so. He grabbed another leather strap, this one resembling a riding crop and he swatted my thigh with it,

“Do as I say, Lily.”

I hesitated again out of pure shock, and was punished with a series of hard smacks on my thigh, my backside and my back. I moved against him then, and he rewarded me with soft caresses down my back. He was pumping into me again, faster and faster, then slower again. His hands reached under to feel my breasts, pinching my nipples and lightly swatting them with the riding crop. My entire body was on fire. He did not let up on me for nearly an hour, and then my body lost control in a wild series or orgasms. He reached to unlock the restraints and he released my hands. I instantly latched onto him, turning and kissing all over his chest and neck, tasting the salty skin, digging my fingers into his back. He laid me down on my back and pulled my legs up on his shoulders. His eyes were so blue, so bright and he leaned down to kiss my lips, then he drove that hard organ into me again, bucking against me fast and in a heated fury. I was gripping him, scratching my fingernails over his back and screaming his name. In a fury of white heat and intense pleasure, we came together, paralyzed and trapped in passion. My body finally calmed down and he lifted off me, holding me in his arms, against his chest to feel his heartbeat. 

“My God, Lily...I’ll be addicted to you if you keep this up.”

“Hmmm, too bad.” I wanted him to be addicted to me. I wanted him however I could get him. “So, you have introduced me to bondage, huh?”

“If you’ll let me, I’ll show you some other things as well.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“You’ll have to wait and see, Lily.”

Learning



He caught sight of her in the midst of a busy throng of mall shoppers. She was alone, and looked small and fragile in that sea of people. A man rushed by her in the other direction causing her to stumble and she apologized to him uncertainly. 

He smiled. She was perfect. 

She looked up and saw him watching her. He was tall, dark, and muscular. He looked straight at her and his gaze was so piercing that she stopped in the middle of the throng of shoppers, held motionless by the power in his eyes. His eyes twinkled as though he was amused. He looked her slowly up and down, appraising her. Then he gave his head a little flick towards the hallway where the phones and restrooms were and vanished down the hall without looking back. 

He wanted her to follow him. He had ordered her to follow. She meant to keep walking, but somehow she found herself drawn down the hallway after him. Before she knew it she had ducked inside, away from the other shoppers and into the deserted hallway. 


At first it looked like no one was there. She walked uncertainly forward, then stopped and turned. He was there, behind her, leaning against the wall. Saying nothing, he took her and pushed her into the corner. She felt the wall against her back and his arms on either side of her, trapping her. He looked at her intensely for a moment. When he finally moved his movements were cocky and deliberate as though he were testing her. He stroked his finger against her cheek and took a lock of her hair and breathed in its scent. Then he traced his finger down her neck to her breast. Her nipple was poking through the thin material of her cotton summer dress and he ran his finger around it lightly. 

She drew in her breath. She wanted to object, to push his hand away and leave. Who was this stranger to touch her the way he was doing? Who did he think he was? She opened her mouth to tell him to fuck off, but he put his finger under her chin and closed her mouth, raising her face to look into her eyes. He seemed to be staring deep inside her, learning her most private secrets. Again she saw the power in his eyes. 

She felt her resolve draining away. She could not tell this man what to do. He could do anything he wanted with her. She felt arousal stirring between her legs. 

He spoke for the first time. His voice was soft but dangerous and as he talked his hands roamed over her body, touching her as though it were his right. 

He said, "I can see into your soul. You are unhappy. Lonely. You have desires that no one has ever fulfilled. You crave submission and discipline, but you don’t know where to find them or how to ask for them. You feel guilty for your desires, so you hide them. You need a man, a real man, to teach you how to be a woman. To take possession of you, body and soul. To command you. To control you." He paused and cocked his head mockingly. "Am I right, little girl?" His roving hands stopped on her breasts and he squeezed them firmly. 

She swallowed. She was beginning to get very scared. She wanted desperately to tear free and run back down the hallway to safety. But his words had aroused her unbelievably. She could feel moisture seeping into her panties. She did not tear free and run, but instead pressed herself back into the corner, almost holding her breath to keep from revealing how his words were making her quiver. He smiled and spoke again. 

"Go into the ladies room. Take off your panties and your bra. Bring them out and give them to me." He stood back to allow her to pass. 

He was testing her to see if she’d obey. She wanted to refuse. I should tell him he can’t treat me this way, she said to herself. I should slap his face and tell him that I won’t be ordered around. She steeled herself to resist him – but somehow found herself obeying his command. Without looking at him, she squeezed past him and went into the ladies room. She went into a stall and took off her panties and bra. Then she balled them up in her small fist and brought them out to where he was waiting. She went to him, took a deep breath, and uncertainly held out her hand. She could not look him in the eye. 

He took the silky garments and examined them, a smile on his face. He sniffed her lacy panties, smelling her arousal. Then he slipped the underwear into his coat pocket and looked at his prize, the slender girl standing nervously before him. 

"So you’re naked under that dress now, are you baby?" He asked her. She swallowed. She hated the way he patronized her and she hated the way it was turning her on. She resolved not to answer, but in spite of her resolve she found herself whispering, 

"Yes." 

"You will call me sir." 

"What?" she answered uncertainly. He grabbed her and spun her around, pressing her up against the wall. He slapped her ass hard and she jumped. 

"You heard me," he spoke into her ear. 

"Yes sir." 

"Good girl." He let her go and she turned around. She cast her eyes down, unwilling to meet his gaze, but she felt his eyes roaming over her body, appraising her. At last she couldn’t stand it anymore and she peeked up at him. He looked straight into her eyes, the hint of a superior grin on his lips. She looked quickly down again. He laughed. 

"You’re trembling. Are you scared of me, little one?" 

"I’m terrified, sir." 

"You should be. Pull up your dress and let me see your pretty little pussy." She swallowed and did as she was told, slowly drawing the clingy cotton material up her firm tanned thighs until her sex was just visible. He stroked the neatly trimmed hair. 


"This has to go. I want you perfectly smooth and defenseless for me." His finger traveled lower, probing in her secret places. He slid a finger into her pussy and pulled it out, dripping with her arousal. She gasped. He smiled mockingly. 

"Why, what do we have here? Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a very naughty little girl you must be. Your pussy is soaking wet. Now why is that, you dirty girl?" 

"I don’t know sir." His finger teased her clit and she shivered. He laughed. 

"Oh, yes you do. Tell me." His voice stayed soft, threatening underneath its teasing exterior. 

"Because…because I’m so…so turned on…sir" 

"Oh really? And why is my little slut so horny?" 

"Because…you’re so…powerful…" 

"You like to feel my power over you?" 

"Yes sir…" 

"You like to feel controlled? 

"Yes…" 

"And helpless?" 

"Oh…yes…sir" She couldn’t believe what this man was doing to her. She’d always had fantasies about being dominated by a man but she had always told herself that she could not bring her fantasies into her real life. It wasn’t healthy, she said to herself, and let it go at that. Now this man so tall and strong before her was forcing her fantasies into reality. And she was letting it happen…even loving it…not that she had any choice. She felt moisture drip down her thigh. 

Suddenly he kissed her violently, claiming her mouth with his. His hands reached up under her dress and roughly cupped and squeezed her ass cheeks, forcing her body tight against his. 

Then, just as roughly, he pushed her away and shoved her towards the opening of the hallway. He slapped her ass saying, "Let’s go. I have plans for you." He slipped his arm around her waist possessively and guided her through the mall, out the main entrance into the parking lot. He took her to a black, expensive looking car and pulled her around to the passenger side. He unlocked the door and turned to her to put her in the car. But suddenly the fear she had felt all along became incredibly real. Once she got in that car there would be no turning back. She would be at the mercy of this stranger…this man who seemed to know her most secret desires and who could play upon them like a musician, bending her to his will. What would he do to her? Would he hurt her? Maybe. Would he fuck her? Probably. Would she like it? She knew she would. And that scared her most of all. She began to slowly back away from the car, breasts heaving like a scared animal. 

He grabbed her roughly and pulled her back, "Oh no you don’t, sweetheart. You’re mine now." He grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the seat of the car, "Let’s use these, just as a precaution, shall we?" She let out a scared little sound at the sight of the handcuffs and began to struggle desperately, actually managing to break free long enough to run a few steps before he grabbed her and pulled her back. He was much stronger than she was and he quickly overpowered her, shoving her into the car and handcuffing her wrists through the headrest on the back of her seat. Then he slammed the door and moved around to get in on the driver’s side. 

"You wild little thing," he said, "You’re a very bad girl to resist me. Especially when you know this is what you want. I’ll deal with you when we get home. Now be good and sit quietly or your punishment will be worse." 

"Please," she begged, "Where are you taking me? What are you going to do to me?" 

He took her purse from where he had thrown it on her lap and looked through it until he found her driver’s license. 

"Rebecca," he said, "What a pretty name." He started the car and drove out of the mall. 

When they pulled up to a red light he reached over and unbuttoned her dress all the way down, then moved the sides of the dress away so that he could see her nakedness. "You have an incredible body," he said, "and now it’s mine." He reached between her legs and tapped her clit with the tip of his finger. She moaned against her will, bucking her hips up into his hand. He smiled and withdrew. But for the rest of the ride, he would reach over every once in awhile to tease her clit gently, maddeningly, then pull away leaving her gasping and unfulfilled. Soon she was so aroused that she forgot to notice where they were going. He refused to take her all the way, withdrawing his hand each time she got close to allow her arousal to subside slightly before he began his slow stroking again. 

At last he turned into a long driveway, flanked by brick walls that hid the property from the street. It was a nice house. But Rebecca was in no condition to notice it. She was wetter than she could ever remember being and all she wanted was to cum. 

He unfastened her handcuffs and pulled her out of the car. Then he yanked off her dress so that her slender body was completely exposed to the summer air. Holding her small hands behind her back with one of his, he pushed her ahead of him into the house, shoving her so that she stumbled and fell to the floor of the entryway while he locked the door behind him. 

Then he turned and looked down at her naked body sprawled breathless before him. His eyes traveled over the soft smooth skin, the firm roundness of her breasts and her hard pink nipples, the curve of her tight, delectable ass, and her lovely slender legs. 

And she looked back up at him, eyes wide. He stood above her, six feet tall to her petite five foot two, and every part of his body was hard, toned muscle. His hair was dark but his eyes were darker. They pierced her to the core. 

"You’re mine," he said, almost to himself, and he smiled. "Get up and come into the living room." He turned and walked away without looking back to see if she would follow. She got up and went after him into a comfortable, tasteful living room. He was sitting in one of the armchairs. He said, 

"Now, Rebecca, come over here." She went and stood before him, eyes lowered submissively. He ran his hands over her body, examining his new pet. He massaged her breasts roughly and squeezed her little pink nipples until they were as hard as pebbles. He stroked her swollen sex and made her suck her juices off his finger, then he tapped her clit again, fueling the fire that was still raging in her pussy. He pulled her against his knee and rubbed her ass with his open palm. "You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you little one?" 

"Yes, sir. I’m sorry. I was scared. I’m still scared," she whispered, her voice trembling. 

"Yes, I know. But now I’m going to have to teach you a lesson." He pulled her over his lap so that she hung helplessly over his knees. He rubbed his large strong hand over her ass. Then he spanked her hard and she cried out in surprise. 

"Why are you being punished, Rebecca?" 

"Because…I resisted you sir." He spanked her again, then rubbed her ass as he questioned her. 

"Have you any right to resist me?" 

"No sir." He spanked her a third time, then resumed his rubbing. 

"Why not?" Spank! Rub, rub… 

"Because… I must obey you…" 

Spank! "Why?" Rub, rub… 

"Because you have claimed me." 

Spank! "Why else?" Rub, rub… 

"Because…you are a man…and I am only a woman…a helpless little girl…" Spank! 

"And what does it mean that I am a man and you are only a helpless little girl?" Spank! 

"It means…that you are my superior…and I must honor you…and serve you…and please you…" Spank! 

"How does that make you feel, slave?" Spank! 

"It makes me feel…sexy…feminine…degraded…powerless…and…safe" Spank! 

"Is proper for a woman to belong to a man the way you now belong to me?" Spank! 

"I…I…oh sir…this isn’t what I’m supposed to feel!" Spank! 

"But what DO you feel?" Spank! 

"It feels like…this is…my proper place." 

He smiled. It was all inside her. He had only to bring it out. 

"That’s right," he told her, "and you are not to forget it." 

He spanked her hard again and kept spanking her. She cried out with the pain and the humiliation of being spanked over his knee like a little girl caught doing something wrong. She struggled, but he easily held her still and continued to spank her firm cheeks, warming them, turning them pink and then red. She begged him to stop, promising that she’d be good, that she’d obey him, do anything he wanted her to, but he only laughed and kept on spanking her poor defenseless bottom, breaking up his rhythm so that she could not predict when the blows would fall or how hard they would be. He called her a wild, undisciplined girl and told her that she needed to be tamed and taken in hand. He told her that now she was his property to do with as he pleased and that he owned every part of her, body and soul. He told her how sexy she looked as he spanked her and that he loved to hear her little voice begging him to stop. She cried and squirmed, but she began to realize that the spanking, together with his words, was turning her on. Somehow the pain and the humiliation…the knowledge that she was at the mercy of this strong, handsome man…that he could punish her like this…do anything at all with her…was arousing. He smiled as he saw the juices leaking down her legs and felt her trying to rub her sex against his knee as he spanked her. But he wasn’t ready for her to cum yet. He stopped spanking her abruptly and stood up, spilling her onto the floor. 

He looked down at her. "You enjoyed being spanked, didn’t you little one." 

"It…hurt, sir." 

"But you loved it. It turned you on. Didn’t it." 

"Yes, sir," she whispered. Her face burned with shame. 

"And that humiliates you, doesn’t it." 

"Yes, sir." 

"Because only a very bad little girl would enjoy being punished, isn’t that right?" 

"Yes, sir," and a sob escaped her. 

"Are you a bad girl?" 

" Yes…" 

"Say it." 

"I’m a bad girl." 

"Why?" 

"Because…only bad girls like to be spanked." 

"Then you still haven’t learned your lesson, have you?" 

"No, sir." 

"Do I still need to teach you some respect?" 

"Oh, sir, I’m so sorry…I’m trying to be good…please…" 

"I asked you a question, Rebecca! You still haven’t learned respect, have you?" 

"I guess not sir." 

"You want to be a good girl, don’t you?" 

"yes sir!" 

"Then beg me to teach you." 

"Please sir…I want to be a good girl for you…I want to please you…I’m begging you…teach me to be respectful of my master…demonstrate your power over me…" 

"Get up," he ordered her, "Lean over and brace yourself on the back of the sofa." She obeyed and he went behind her back so that she couldn’t see what he was doing. Suddenly she felt a stinging blow on her backside and she cried out. He had taken off his belt and was whipping her with the folded strap. Tears ran down her face from the humiliation and the arousal. When he stopped at last, she felt his hands rubbing the burning cheeks of her buttocks. He leaned into her, reaching around her to cup her breasts. He ground his erection into the cleft of her naked ass. He whispered in her ear, 

"Are you going to be a good girl now and obey me?" 

"Yes sir." 

"Good. That was your first lesson. Now it’s time for your second one. Go upstairs and find my bedroom. Lie down on my bed and wait for me." He patted her rump as she straightened and obediently turned to find the stairs. 

His bedroom was large with a huge soft bed in a wrought iron frame. The carpet was deliciously soft. But the painting above his bed was what caught her attention. It was a picture of a naked girl hanging from a rope tied around her wrists. Rebecca was caught by the picture, and as she stared at it she remembered how incredibly horny she was. She reached down and began to rub her clit, staring all the while at the picture above the bed. 

"Rebecca!" At the sharp voice of her captor behind her, she whirled guiltily and looked at her feet. "I gave you a very simple instruction. You WILL learn to obey me. Get on the bed." She scrambled to do as he said. He looked sternly down at her, then grabbed her wrist to look at the moisture glistening on her fingers. "I can see that you are grave need of your next lesson. But first…" He slipped a simple silver chain around her neck and fastened it. "You belong to me now," he said, "This chain symbolizes that you are my property. You will never take it off." 

"Yes sir." 

Then he took four black scarves and tied each of her wrists and ankles to the wrought iron bed frame. Now she was spread on the bed before him, naked and utterly helpless. He stood looking down at her bound body. 

"How does it feel to be completely in my power, Rebecca?" 

"It feels…arousing…sir," she whispered 

"Are you horny?" 

"Yes sir…please…I need…" 

"What? What do you need?" 

"I need to cum, sir…please…please make me cum…" 

"That is your next lesson, Rebecca. You will cum for me when I allow you to. Not before." He teased her clit again with his finger and laughed at her as she moaned and fought against her bonds. He again stroked the pubic hair on her mound, "Now, we need to get rid of this hair," he said. He went into the bathroom and came out with shaving cream and a straight razor. Sitting between her legs, he gently and efficiently shaved away her pubic hair. The cold steel of the razor frightened her and he could feel her tense up, but he was careful not to hurt her. When he was finished, he stroked the smooth lips of her pussy, defenseless, open, and waiting for him. They were soaking with her arousal. He wanted to take her right then, but first she needed to learn her lesson. 

He sat between her legs and leaned over to smell the scent of her sex. He blew warm air over her clit and she shivered and whimpered. He began to lick her pussy, exploring it with his tongue, sometimes dipping inside her dripping hole, never quite touching her clit. He enjoyed the mewling sounds she was making in response to his tongue. At last, when her clit was swollen and throbbing to be touched, he flicked it with his tongue and she moaned wildly, tossing her head from side to side on the pillow. He began to work her clit gently, teasingly, building her arousal until she was trembling on the very brink of orgasm. He tortured her slowly, giving her just enough stimulation to hold her on the peak but not enough to send her over. She moaned and shivered and writhed and gasped. At last she began to beg him. 

"Please…please…I’m so close…please sir, make me cum. I’ll do anything…I’m your slave…your plaything…your sex toy…please…just make me cum." 




Learning



He smiled and stopped altogether. She cried out and begged harder, and although he loved to hear her beg and told her so, he would not continue. 

"You’re mine, Rebecca," he said, "Your pleasure belongs to me and you will not cum until I decide you may. How does that make you feel?" 

"It only makes me more aroused…I feel your control over me even more strongly and it makes me weak with desire. I feel so helpless, so completely under you power. It’s so humiliating that you can control me like this, that I’m spread before you, naked and desperate, unable to do anything but respond to your manipulations…that I must obey you or be punished like a child or an animal…that I have become your property and that instead of trying to escape, I am begging to be your slave in return for a single orgasm…but the humiliation only arouses me even more until I think I will go out of my mind from it. Oh God, I never knew I had these feelings…" 

He smiled. "Oh, you knew, little one. You didn’t want to know, but you knew. Now, who do you belong to?" 

"To you sir, completely!" 

"And what do want me to do to you?" 

"Use me for your pleasure. Dominate me, discipline me, control me. Fuck me!" 

He felt his erection growing and he unzipped his pants and straddled her, rubbing his erect organ against her face, leaving sticky trails of cum on her cheeks. He propped her head up with a thick pillow and told her to suck his cock. She obeyed hungrily, sucking and licking at the head. Then he forced it deep into her mouth, down into her throat so that she could barely breathe. But she wanted so badly to please him, so she tried to relax her mouth. He pumped in and out, loving the feel of her mouth on his erect organ. He grunted and told her how good her mouth felt on his dick. At last, he came. He sent the first spurt of cum down her throat, but then he pulled out and sent the rest spurting over her naked breasts, covering his pet with the result of the orgasm she had given him. Then he lay on his side next to her and rubbed the slippery cum over her nipples, causing her to gasp with her long unsatisfied pleasure. 

"Do you want to cum, Rebecca?" 

"Oh, yes, PLEASE!" He slapped her breast hard, making it jiggle. 

"Please, what?" 

"Please, sir!" His circled his finger around her nipple, then without losing contact with her skin, he dragged it slowly down her breast, down her stomach, past her belly button, and slowly, slowly toward her clit. Just before he got there, he made a detour, circling her pubic area gently. She bucked her hips and practically screamed with frustration, trying to get his finger where she wanted it. He drew his finger through her wet slippery pussy lips and finally tapped her clit, just once, with his finger. She cried out with desperation. 

"Who does your pleasure belong to Rebecca?" 

"To you sir! Oh, PLEASE!" 

"Beg me some more." 

"Oh, GOD, sir, I’m going to die if you don’t make me cum. Please! I am completely in your power! I am your willing sex slave! Please, sir, please let me CUM!" 

"Then cum for me, Rebecca." And he tapped her clit once more. It was just enough to send her over the edge and she writhed with the most incredible orgasm she had ever experienced. It went on and on as his finger continued to gently circle her clit. Its tremors still rocked her body even when he stopped circling it and kissed her deeply, stroking her cheek gently, protectively.



Learning



I met Adam my first week at college and he ignited what became a fixation for me - sex. I should preface this with the fact that I had had sex before, but it wasn't REAL sex. It was nice and proper sex. You know, the kind where boy kisses girl, fondles her a little, and then proceeds to get on top of her and thrust vigorously for a few minutes, get off, and go watch TV. I had always heard that sex was supposed to be fun, and feel really good, but before Adam, this had eluded me (well, if you don't count the frequent masturbation).

My first week in the dorms was exciting, I was finally in college and I would finally get to see what the parties were all about. My floormates and I went out every night that first week, and until that Saturday, we were going to frat parties. I thought those were lame...a bunch of fake frat boys trying to get girls drunk enough to sleep with them. The second weekend of college I convinced my friends to go to a co-op party; though I wasn't exactly sure what to expect, I certainly hoped for more interesting people. I noticed Adam almost immediately when I came in. He didn't particularly stand out: glasses, messy black hair, looked kind of bookish and shy. Upon closer inspection, however, I noticed the curve of muscle under his t-shirt, the cute round ass, and eyes that made my knees quiver when he looked at me. I knew I wanted him. We talked for a few minutes, but he was even more shy than he looked so I told him that I was tired and wanted to go home, but did not want to walk alone. Adam offered to take me across campus to the dorms, which was exactly what I had wanted.

On the walk to my room, Adam loosened up quite a bit, and it turned out he had a terrific sense of humor. He was such a nice guy, I felt almost bad that I was manipulating him. As we came up to my door, I turned around and faced him, flashing a smile. 

"Thanks for keeping me company." I said, and lightly brushed my fingers against his arm.

"Anytime." 

Adam's eyes darted from mine down to the floor and I just couldn't help myself, I grabbed his belt buckle and pulled him towards me. As I pressed my lips against his, I felt a moment of hesitation on his part, but that quickly melted as his hands traveled to my ass and mine into his hair. As we kissed, I playfully bit his lip, and I felt his hips thrust towards mine-he obviously liked it. As he moved his lips to my ear, licking and sucking, and then down to my neck, I could feel my clit swelling and my cunt getting wet at the thought of him inside. All of a sudden I felt sharp pain on my neck, Adam had bitten me...hard. 

"OW!" was my response.

" I'm SO sorry, I think I got carried away....I'm sorry, I'm going to go home now."

"No, wait." I wasn't sure why, but the pain that lingered from his bite was lightly and pleasantly tingling, and so was the rest of me. "I think I liked that, can you bite me again?" and then I remembered some of the kinky porn I had looked at when I masturbated before. I remembered feeling somewhat disturbed, a little dirty, but definitely aroused. I wondered how much Adam knew about that sort of thing, so I asked.

"Quite a bit, to be completely honest, but if that creeps you out, I totally understand, I can just stick to biting..."

"Can you show me?" I interrupted, suddenly feeling brave.

"Are you sure about this? I will only do it if you promise you'll tell me to stop if you feel at all uncomfortable. Just pinch my shoulder if you do, ok?"

"Allright, but I want you to do whatever you want..."

"Ok, then from now on, there will be no talking unless it is absolutely necessary..." Adam cut me off.

I nodded. He then opened the door to my room, and taking my wrist, not particularly gently, led me inside. All he said was "Strip", so I removed my clothes. I looked at him closely and knew something had changed...he didn't look shy or sweet anymore, he looked almost mean, and seeing him like that made my cunt pulse. I couldn't wait to see what he was going to do to me... I wanted to be punished so badly (I didn't even know for what). He came up behind me and moved close enough for me to feel his coarse jeans against my bare ass. I felt vulnerable, completely bare, entirely in his control. All I wanted was for him grab me and fuck me any way he wanted, but he had other plans. He leaned his head towards me and I could feel his breath on my neck. It was calm, controlled...and here I was breathing hard and on the verge of moaning. Adam slipped his hands to my hard nipples and pinched them as he sunk his teeth into my neck. I let a deep groan escape and I couldn't tell which sensations, pain or pleasure, my body was reacting to, because as Adam continued biting my neck, he also released my nipples and began softly caressing my breasts. As soon as I groaned, I realized that I probably wasn't allowed to do that and sure enough...

"So you like that, huh?" asked Adam in a quiet, but commanding voice. "You little slut. You know that's what you are, right? I mean, if you weren't, you certainly wouldn't be in this situation, and now I am going to treat you like the whore you are. Come here."

For a moment I was appalled, did he really just say those things to me? Then I thought about the fact that my pussy clenched just while he talked, it seemed to have a mind of its own and so I gave into it. I walked over to the chair he was standing behind and saw Adam lean down and disconnect an extension cord from my computer. He grabbed me by my hair and brought his lips close to mine as if he was going to kiss me. I could smell him so close and it was intoxicating I closed my eyes, but no kiss happened and when I opened them, Adam was smiling. Still pulling my hair, he forced me to lean over the back of the chair so that my ass was sticking straight up in the air. He then proceeded to tie my wrists to the chair with the extension cord. I couldn't wait to see what would happen next. Standing behind me, I could feel Adam caressing my crack, lightly disturbing the fine hairs and sending waves of electricity through my body. All of a sudden, there was a moment of hesitation and then a sharp, biting pain on my right ass cheek. I clenched my teeth, trying no to scream. It hurt so bad.

"This is what you wanted isn't it? Either way, its what you deserve. Maybe you should learn not to spread your legs for everyone who offers to walk you home. I'm going to teach you a lesson."

This was the first time I felt a shiver of fear, real fear come over me. I was completely in some strange guy's control. As if sensing my hesitation, Adam let his hand brush lightly against the red and throbbing skin on my ass and kissed me lightly on my lower back. I knew I could trust him then, and that he knew exactly what he was doing. I didn't let the fear go completely however, I wanted to be a little scared. My heart was racing, and I felt hot and feverish all over. Then, again, Adam's hand made contact with my ass. 

This proceeded until I was literally crying from the pain. My cunt, however, was so wet that I could feel my juices running down my thighs. Adam stopped, and untied my wrists from the chair, but kept them tied together. He told me to get on my knees, so I did. I could see the large bulge of his cock in from of me and as I watched, fascinated, Adam unzipped his pants and pulled it out. It was much bigger than any I had seen before, but most noticeably, it was very thick. 

"Suck it." was all that he said.

I proceeded to kiss his dick gently, licking just under the head with the tip of my tongue, but Adam wasn't satisfied. 

"What the fuck is that? Are you stupid that you don't know how to suck? Here, let me show you."

He grabbed me by my hair and thrust his dick deep into my mouth until I felt like I was going to gag. Holding, my head there, he pumped in and out of me just deep enough that it was uncomfortable, but I could control my gag reflex. Despite the violence with which he was pounding his cock into my mouth, all I could think about was how amazing he tasted. Soon, I got to taste a lot more. I felt hot pulses at the back of my throat and tasted his cum as it filled my mouth. All Adam did through his orgasm was pull my hair tighter, there wasn't even a moan from him. I eagerly swallowed his cum and licked my lips.

"You like how my cum tastes...I had no idea what a fucking slut you are."

I had no idea I was such a slut either, but I loved it. 

Adam pulled my up from my knees by my wrists, and again leaned me over the chair, tying me to it. I hear him get down on his knees and I felt his breath on my throbbing cunt and ass. He slapped my ass a few more times until I was crying again, and then began to gingerly kiss it. I was dripping my cum all over the floor by that point, and I certainly didn't care. He then gently moved his finger up and down my lips and put about a quarter of a finger inside me. I groaned and tried to thrust myself against him which only got me several more slaps. For what seemed like an eternity, Adam alternated between kissing and touching me lightly, biting me, and slapping me. The mixture of pleasure and pain was sending me into orgasm when Adam stopped. He leaned over me and said, 

"Don't you fucking dare cum until I tell you to!"

I forced my body to obey. Then I felt it, finally. The head of Adam's cock was placed gently against my pussy. All I wanted was to thrust myself onto it, but I was too scared of what Adam might do if I did that. I was becoming a good obedient slut. He waited there for what was probably fifteen minutes just watching me squirm and beg. Then, before I knew what was happening, he was fucking me, slamming into me so hard I knew I'd have bruises on my stomach from the chair. This was what I wanted, I moaned and screamed, and begged for him to fuck me harder. He grabbed my hair and pulled hard while at the same time thrusting a wet finger deep into my ass. That was it for me, self control was no longer an option. The feeling of being filled like that sent waves of alternating hot and cold through me, hot from my cunt and cold from my asshole until I almost lost consciousness. The orgasm that enveloped me was nothing like I had ever felt before. I ejaculated all over Adam and myself and then my knees gave way. Dizzy, I remotely felt Adam pull me up and untie my hands. He brushed the hair out of my face and kissed me. All I could say was,

"Thank you."

"You are the best fuck I have ever had. But you know what, I'd love to teach you more."

"Please, I know I can get better."

These kinds of encounters continued until the end of that year when Adam graduated. After him, no one could fuck me as well as he did, so I took matters into my own hands and showed others exactly what I wanted...I learned to dominate those I fucked from what Adam had showed me; how to have complete control over their pain and pleasure, and my own. I will be forever grateful for those painful lessons.



Learning



Last night was definitely a learning experience for everyone involved. And I am pretty sure we all liked what we learned. Maybe I should explain a bit, let me take you back a day...

I had gone down to my old college to pick up Kerri and bring her back to Columbus. She wanted to go to the used book stores, then we were going to Olive Garden (she had never been) then who knows what. 

What did come after that had never crossed our minds before. But I get ahead of myself.

Kerri and I are good friends from school. I graduated a year before she was supposed to, and got married the summer after. We are close because we tend to agree on a lot of things...politically, religiously, entertainment-wise...which neither of us had really found in a friend before. We tend to talk about anything and everything, though very rarely actually delving into the topic of sex. 

Paul is my husband. I love him deeply, and we are very open to sexual things. We love to experiment and try different things, but up until this point had never added another person into the mix. Not that we hadn't thought about it, of course. 

I was teasing Kerri for most of the trip to Columbus that I was going to tell Paul about how she found his eyes attractive. There had also been a joke one time about how she liked his thighs, and by the end of the trip she was swearing to kill me if I told Paul anything. I didn't really plan to, but it was fun to tease her about it. 

We arrived at the apartment, and I knocked on the door, too lazy to use my key. "You have a key, you know, it is your house too," you greeted me, followed by a loving kiss.

"I know, but it's much more fun to make you open the door," I joked at you. You grabbed your jacket and we headed out to your car. 

A good, but uneventful, time was had at the book stores, and we all endulged our love for literature and music. We all spent entirely too much money, but were very happy with the purchases. We then made our way to Olive Garden. 

The wait was fairly short, as it was still early, and we were seated in no time. Dinner conversation was light, and we were all teasing each other openly. "Hey honey, did you know that Kerri thinks you have nice thighs?" I said, and Kerri blushed deeply.

"Oh really?" you replied, curious as to where that came from. 

"Ju...just a silly joke they made up, I never really said that," Kerri stammered, as she hid behind her glass. I had ordered a strawberry daquari, and being small, it doesn't take much to get me a bit tipsy, so I was not going to let her get off that easy.

"Oh that's not what you told us, Kerri, you were all the time talking about how attractive you think Paul is. I always have to tell you to keep your hands off of him," I said to her, while lightly grazing my hand over your cock, careful to not let Kerri notice. 

Eventually, after much insistance by her, I dropped the subject. We finished our food, and made our way back out to the car to drive home. You held my hand on the way home, setting it down on my leg and making sure to run your fingers over to my crotch at any oppertunity you got. It had the intended effect, and I was quite horny by the time we reached home. I almost wished Kerri was leaving, but she was planning to stay at our place for the night. 

We all went into the apartment and sat down around the table. We decided to play cards, because none of us were really tired yet, but didn't feel like watching a movie either. My lips were constantly drawn to yours because of my state of arousal, and I began to notice Kerri shifting a bit uncomfortably in her seat.

"Does it bother you when we kiss this much, Kerri?" I asked her, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. 

"Um, no, not exactly," she stammered, and I wondered what she meant by that. 

"Does it turn you on?" Paul asked her, as he pulled me in for a passionate kiss. Kerri blushed to the roots, and I knew that your question had struck a chord with her. 

"What, do you want to kiss my husband?" I asked her, as I planted another kiss on his lips.

"NO, no, that's not what I meant at all!" she blurted, turning even more red as she said it. 

"Oh, then perhaps it's me you want to kiss," I flirted, completely out of character for me. I really have no idea what came over me to ask that question. 

"I...I'm not a lesbian!" she said defensively. "I am attracted to guys!"

"Oh but that doesn't mean you can't be attracted to women also, even if only in a purely sexual way. I think of it as bi-curious, maybe. I mean, I'm married, for heaven's sake, but that doesn't mean I never fantisize sexually about girls." By the end of that confession, I had started to blush also, as I had never told anyone all of that except for Paul. 

"Wanna just give it a try, out of curiousity?" I asked her, "Wanna just kiss me once, just this one time?" 

I could tell that she wanted to give in, but was resisting nonetheless. I leaned over towards her, and putting my hand on the back of her head, gently leaned in and gave her a kiss. 

At first she pulled away, but I continued the kiss, and eventually she returned it. I used my tongue to part her lips and found my way into her mouth, as our tongues danced together. This was both of our first kiss with another woman, and it was wonderful. Eventually I pulled away.

"I can't believe I just did that!" she exclaimed. 

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked her, and I could tell from the look on her face that she had enjoyed it. I looked over at Paul and noticed that he was obviously quite aroused. I am pretty sure he had always fantasized about me kissing another woman, and now it was happening. 

"Do you ever play with your breasts Kerri?" I asked her bravely. She nodded her head in response. "Have you ever wanted to play with someone elses?" I questioned, as I slowly lifted my shirt over my head.

Her mouth gaped open and she sat frozen on the spot. I reached over and grabbed her hands and moved them to my breasts. "Come on now, they don't bite," I encouraged her. She timidly began to fondle my breasts through my bra, and I moaned in response.  

I could tell she was really beginning to enjoy this, and I reached over and pulled her shirt over her head, her hands momentarily leaving my breasts. We sat fondling each others breasts, completely entranced by the new experience. 

"Let's go to the bed, it's more comfortable," I said, and all three of us stood and walked into the bedroom. Once there, I removed my bra, and was happy to see her do the same thing. Our hands returned to each others breasts, but I wanted more.

I moved my head down to her chest and began to lick all over her right breast. Now she was the one moaning, and I took her nipple into my mouth and began to suck. "Now I understand why you enjoy doing this so much," I said to Paul, as I worked my tongue around her nipple, loving her response. 

I moved my mouth to her other nipple and repeated the process. Cautiously I bit her nipple, and she moaned loudly in response. I smiled up at her, and she pinched my nipple hard. Now we were both quite horny. 

"Your turn, try mine. It's really quite yummy," I told her, and she moved her head down to my breasts and began to lick. She sucked my nipples, bit them, licked them, and I was in heaven. I looked over at you and noticed that Paul had taken his hard cock out of your pants and began to stroke it, in pure enjoyment and lust at seeing us. 

When her head moved away from my breasts, I stood, and removed my pants and thong. Her mouth gaped open wide in suprise, but I could tell it was good suprise. I moved my hands over to her, and began removing her pants also. She obliged, and soon we were both quite naked.

"I want to taste girl. I want to see why Paul enjoys eating me out so much. Have you ever wondered what that would be like?" I asked her. 

"No, not really," she replied, "but I sure want to find out." I was so excited that she was enjoying this as much as me. I told her to lie down on the bed on her back, and I got over top of her, my face at her crotch and mine hovering over her face. 

"I don't really know what I'm doing," she told me. 

"That's ok, just try things that seem to be good. If you like what I am doing, copy me. You'll get the hang of it, I am sure of it," I assured her.

I didn't waste any time and soon moved my tongue from the bottom of her lips to the top, having my first taste of juices other than my own. Oh it was wonderful. I was completely suprised by the fact that she was shaved down there, but very happy about it. 

I continued to lick her up and down, and soon she copied me. I stuck my tongue into her very wet little hole, and felt her moan into my pussy. I smiled, and fucked her with my tongue, sticking it as deep as I could. Soon I felt her doing the same to me, and then it was my turn to moan into her. 

I moved my tongue up and circled her clit, teasing her. I darted my tongue quickly across it, and she moaned, and then whimpered. How could I resist that? I started my assault on her clit with my tongue, and she was moaning more and more into my crotch. 

Eventually her tongue moved to my clit to match my motions. The faster I licked, the faster she licked. I took her clit into my mouth and sucked gently on it, and all of a sudden her body tensed up. Her back arched and her tongue left my clit momentarily as an orgasm wracked her body. I felt her juices flood my face, and I eagerly lapped them all up. 

As soon as she could think straight again, her tongue moved back to my clit, and she began to suck on it like I had done. Before I knew what was happening, I was also overtaken in orgasm, and covered her face in my juices. 

Exhausted, I collapsed onto her, and we both just rested like that for a few minutes. I looked over at Paul and noticed him sitting there staring at us, still stroking his very hard cock. 

"Hmm, I think Paul needs some attention, don't you?" I asked Kelly, and she turned to look at him. When she saw his cock out, she nearly died of embarrassment. 

"I, uh, I've never seen one before," she stammered. 

"Oh that's ok," I responded, "we can change that." I lifted myself off of her body, and went over to Paul. I removed his shirt and pants and boxers, leaving him quite naked, as Kerri watched, fascinated. I began to take over his job of stroking his cock, and I smiled up at him, obvious enjoyment on his face. 

"Did watching me eat out another girl turn you on, hon?" I asked him seductively.

"Uh huh, uh huh," he nodded enthusiastically. I moved my mouth down to his cock and swirled my tongue over the head. I did not linger long, however, and your disappointment was obvious when I sat up. 

"I don't want to hog all of the fun," I told you, and motioned for Kerri to come over. I could tell that she was a little bit scared, but she came anyways. 

"Go ahead, try it," I encouraged her, motioning towards your lap. 

"I don't know how," she said. "I wouldn't know what to do."

"That didn't stop you a few minutes ago," I said as I winked at her. She blushed slightly, but moved her head over towards your crotch. 

"Just make sure to keep your teeth out of the way and you'll be fine," Paul encouraged her. She slowly lowered her head down to his cock, and began to lick all over it. Eventually, cautiously, she took the tip of it into her mouth and began to suck. 

I could tell Paul was enjoying this thouroughly, and his hands moved to my breasts as my hands moved to Kerri's clit. We all moaned in a unison of pleasure. Kerri moved her mouth further down on your cock, as far as she could go without gagging, and began to bob her head up and down on it. I could tell from your assault on my breasts that you were enjoying her mouth immensely. 

Soon I couldn't take anymore, I had to have you inside of me. I told Kerri to get up, and I laid down on my back on the bed. I moved her hips over to my head, placing her crotch once again at my mouth. 

"I need you inside me, hon," I told you lustfully, and you willingly obliged. As your very hard cock entered my very wet pussy, my tongue slipped inside of Kerri's also wet hole. As your speed increased, my speed on Kerri encreased, and your hands moved to fondle her breasts as you fucked me. 

I moved my tongue to her clit, and inserted my middle finger into her pussy. I heard her gasp as I began to finger fuck her in time with your fucking of me. Soon I inserted another finger into her as I saw her head roll back in enjoyment. I soon found her g-spot and her moans turned into screams. 

You were fucking me harder and faster by the minute, and I knew you wouldn't last much longer. Damn, you felt so good inside of me. Before long, I felt you shoot your cum deep inside of me, right as Kerri once again came all over my face and hands. 

I took my fingers out of her dripping pussy and offered them to your mouth. You sucked another woman's juices from my fingers as you smiled down at me. We all sank down on the bed, exhausted, and fell asleep side by side. 

We awoke this morning well rested, naked, and feeling very much more educated. Me in another woman's body, you in pleasuring two women at once, and Kerri, in discovering both sexes at the same time. It was truly a wonderful learning experience.



Learning



It was hot that day. I was supposed to be at work, of course, but everyone needs to play hooky now and again. It had been a long time since I'd taken a day off, so I didn't feel the least bit guilty about calling in sick...and now I had the whole day to myself. My wife was at her own job, I was on my own.

My first thought was just to go for a drive, so, that's what I did. Just driving around until something caught my interest. In a very short time I found myself driving past the adult bookstore I frequented, and decided to stop in and see what was new. It was ten o'clock in the morning. This would be the first time I had been in the place during the day.

At the time I usually went, eight or nine in the evening, there was often a man on duty who had lately been very disturbing to me. Not threatening or anything, in fact, he had never said a word to me. It was just that he was obviously gay...I was sure that I had nearly caught him going down on a man once when I had come in very close to closing. But that didn't really bother me...I had often said, as long as they don't bother me, I don't mind queers.

No, what bothered me was that he was just as obviously interested in me. Whenever I went in, his eyes would follow me around as I looked at the books and magazines. Often, if I went into the gay section, he would discover some reason to be close to me; straightening the magazines, dusting, anything that would bring him near. He never made any overt moves, but he was always there. I often did go into the male section, because that was where the transvestite magazines were. These magazines had fascinated me all of my life, as had pornography in general.

Anyhow, after awhile I had gotten used to him. We never exchanged any words, but from time to time we had nodded at each other. Today, this early in the morning, I was sure he would not be working. I was wrong. The counter was just inside the door and he was seated behind it. He looked up as I entered, and I was rather flattered to see the look of pleased surprise on his face. For the first time, I couldn't resist smiling at him. He didn't smile back, but just nodded his head.

I spent some time looking around the shop. There were several new books, and I always take a long time deciding on books. There were three that I made mental notes of, intending to pick them up before I left. As I browsed, I was vaguely aware of other customers coming and going, and I was constantly aware of the clerk's eyes on me. Once or twice I looked up and stared into his eyes, each time feeling an uncertain discomfort. The last time, he opened his lips slightly and pushed his tongue lewdly between them. My knees went weak and I actually had to reach out to brace myself against a book rack. For a moment the room seemed to spin and I held on to the book rack until I felt I could trust my legs again.

I was still tingling when I moved over in front of the transvestite magazines. Picking one up by random, I stared unseeing at the pages as I thumbed through it, and waited. I knew he would come. Sure enough, I had only flipped five or six pages when he was standing beside me. His hands were arranging magazines on the rack, but his eyes were on me...on my crotch. I felt myself growing hard. My hands were trembling and it was suddenly difficult to breathe. I looked around. There was another man in the store, over looking at the girlie magazines, with his back to us. I looked back at the clerk, whose eyes were still hot on my bulging crotch.

The trembling in my hands grew worse, and the magazine suddenly slipped from my grasp, falling to the floor. Instinctively I bent to pick it up, squatting on the floor. The clerk moved closer to me, and quickly opened his fly, pulling out his half hard cock, offering it to me. Shocked, I could only stare, locked in place as his hand manipulated the growing rod. Then, my position, the fact that there was another person in the shop, the fact that the door was open, anyone could come in, all came to me in a rush, and I straightened up quickly, intending to bolt for the door and get out of there just as fast as I could.

But, somehow, I couldn't. The man looked at me, his eyes boring into mine, disappointed and angry. I felt ashamed somehow, like I had let him down. Again I glanced at the other customer who had moved closer, but seemed not to have noticed anything. When I looked back, the clerk had moved away, into another aisle. Not consciously thinking about it, I followed him.

"Please," I whispered, standing beside him, pretending to look at the magazines. "I'm sorry...but, I....I'm not gay..."

For the first time I heard his voice, high for a male, effeminate, but at the same time confident and commanding. "You know you want to suck it!" 

God, I admitted to myself for the first time, he was right. I did want to suck it. I wanted desperately to suck his cock. I closed my eyes, seeing it again dangling before my face. It had been big, even semi-soft, with a huge pinkish purple crown. I swayed as if the room was a ship rocking on the ocean. I opened my eyes and he was leering at me. "Do it," he said.

"But....what if he sees?" I said, nodding toward the other customer, who again had moved closer to us.

"Do it now...or I'll never give you another chance."

For a long moment I stared into his eyes. They were hard now, cold and demanding. I felt them sapping my will. And then my knees began to bend. His lip curled as I dropped onto my knees at his feet staring up into his face. The rasping noise of his zipper assaulted my ears and I dropped my gaze, watching as he again pulled his penis into the air. It was still not completely hard, but it was big. I stared at it as if trying to impress it indelibly on my memory. It was about seven inches long, uncut, the foreskin beginning to form a thick jacket around the base of the glistening glans. I had never been this close to a cock before...I could smell it. Whimpering noises rose from my throat...I don't know if they were whimpers of need or fear...perhaps both.

The clerk moved forward, his hand on the back of my head as he drew my face into his crotch, pushing the head of his cock against my lips. A long, deep sigh escaped me as I opened my lips over it, my tongue lightly touching the moist flesh. Again I raised my eyes to his face. He was looking down at me and as he saw me look up, he made obscene sucking motions with his mouth. My temples throbbed and I could hear my heart beating, pounding. One word began to echo in my skull....cocksucker....cocksucker....and I pushed my lips over the head of his cock, sucking him into my mouth.

Slowly the throbbing knob slid over my tongue. I could feel every contour, the tiny indentation at the base of his crown, the sharp, triangular fold of flesh. My tongue lapped at the latter, and I was rewarded with his shiver of pleasure. I began to suck on the pole as he pushed it into me, my cheeks caving in around it. My hands grasped his hips for support as his prick began to enter my throat. I gagged, and he moved back a little, but I didn't want that...I looked up, begging with my eyes, pulling on his hips. He grinned down at me, and took my head in both hands, suddenly ramming forward into my throat.

I choked, gagging again, tears running down my cheeks. He held me there for a moment, moving against my face. The thick knob of his dick cut off my air, corking my throat. Then, slowly he began to slip back out, pulling my hair as he did so, forcing me to look up at him. The message was clear. I was there for his pleasure, my mouth was his to use as he pleased, and even my breathing was to be done only with his permission. He pulled all the way out of my mouth and I dropped my hands from his hips to capture his spit-drenched cock, rubbing it all over my face, coating myself with his cock juice and my own saliva.

Then he let me push it back into my mouth. I welcomed it with a small moan, sucking it hard, pushing my lips down the thick stalk. Juice dribbled onto my tongue as his cock slid over it, the heavy taste filling my brain. As his fat cockhead again squeezed into my throat I swallowed around it, thrilling to the sound of his groaning pleasure, welcoming the pain as his zipper scrapped my chin when he ground himself against my face. He set up a rhythm, using my hair to move my mouth back and forth, up and down on his demanding cock, ramming it deep into my throat, then pulling back to let me suck on the head, watching as my tongue laved his pulsating knob.

I had long ago forgotten where I was. Nothing mattered now, nothing but the cock in my mouth. I bobbed and twisted my head, thrilled to the strong, painful grip of his hands, and most of all reveled in the hot, stroking taste of his prick. It bucked and twitched inside my sucking mouth, sluicing back and forth, squeezing deliciously between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. Pulsating waves of pleasure radiated out from it like water off the bow of a speeding ship. In a daze of rapture I clung like a leech to the plunging pole, ravenous for more and still more.

His fingers tightened in my hair. He held me in place as his cock seemed to swell even more, and then, with a moan, he exploded in my mouth. Semen gushed from his erupting cock, splattering against the back of my throat, flooding over my tongue. I choked, gasping for air, then, my breath whistling in my nostrils, I swallowed, gulping his pungent cum. Again and again he filled my mouth with his sperm, and I drank it with a wild exaltation, savoring the tangy taste.

Slowly the wild jerking and spurting ebbed. The thick gushing flow fell off to a dribble and I sucked hard for the last few drops. He pushed me away, holding me by the hair with one hand while with the other he milked his shrinking cock. A thick drop of semen appeared at the opening of his pisshole, and he relaxed his grip. Without hesitation, I leaned forward, my tongue snaking out to lap up the glistening glob. He pulled me back again and milked out another, and then another. Each time, eagerly cooperating in my own degradation, I lapped it off the head of his dick, cooing as I savored each drop.

I don't know when I realized that the other customer was now standing next to us, watching me lick cum off the store clerk's softening cock. It didn't matter. As long as the drops of cum kept appearing, as long as I was allowed to lick them up, I was helpless to stop. I even derived a strange joy out of displaying my new-born thirst for cum, a thirst I knew would be with me for the rest of my life. Finally, when his fingers could coax no more from his empty balls, the clerk twisted my face into the other man's crotch.

He already had his cock out, and I took it, something deep within me responding to being forced to suck a second cock. This second man was different. He made me do it all, only moving his hips in a very slight back and forth motion as my lips sucked up and down his shaft. It was good, but I found myself missing the violence of the first man. It also didn't last as long this time. It took just a few minutes of sucking and tonguing before his cock went off, spewing another load down my throat. When he finished, he wiped his dick in my face, then, without a word to either the clerk or me, fled the store.

Still on my knees, I looked at the clerk, who by now had returned to his chair behind the counter. "Get your self off," he said. I just stared, his words barely penetrating the haze that seemed to envelope me. "Jerk off, bitch," he said, louder.

I never took my eyes from him as I obeyed. My cock throbbed in my hand, cumming almost before I could complete the first stroke. Bitch. He'd called me "bitch." My spend splattered out onto the floor while I shook and sobbed with pleasure.

"Now get out," he said. "But I want you back here at three o'clock. Understand?"

I stood up. My knees were filthy. Anyone taking one glance at me would know what I had been doing. A flush burned across my face. "I....I don't know if I can...I..."

He laughed. "Don't give me that shit. You'll be here. I just let you cum, so you're feeling ashamed, but you'll be here...even if you have to crawl." A grin spread over his face. "And who knows," he added, "I just might make you crawl."

His laughter was still ringing in my ears when I stumbled out to my car. I was crying as I drove away. I knew he was right...I would be here at three o'clock...and I'd do anything he told me to do...

To Be Continued... 



Learning



She sat waiting patiently on the couch for him to return home from work. She had done little but think of him and it had been working her into a quiet frenzy, knowing she wouldn't have to wait much longer to taste, touch, smell, hold, feel, know, have her man. As the sensations she imagined washed over her, she let her eyes drift close, let her head fall back and her hands slip over her ribs to her navel. Because she had been so anxiously waiting for his touch and his hands, it wasn't hard to imagine that it was him standing before her, tormenting her, teasing. In her mind, she could hear him whispering softly to her. Nonsense words, mumbled whispers. Perfectly incoherent, but spoken from his heart to her own, his body to hers. 

Letting her hands skim over her belly, and lower, the barest of touches slipping along that which ached for him so badly. Tighter and tighter she wound herself, anticipating the touch, the sweet torment only he could bring her. Leaning over her barely covered body, he would lightly run his fingers from her collarbone to her nipple, and with a firm pull, would shatter any thought she might have had of resistance. Anchoring her arms over her head, he would tease and torment until she was begging for the release only he could bring. 

With firm, gentle hands, he would help her onto her stomach, bringing his hands to the nape of her neck and the heavy mass of hair that lay there, and wrapping his hand in it, would lay the other on one smooth curve of her ass in silent warning. Massaging her scalp with one hand tightly fisted in her hair, the other resting in blatant threat, whispering. All the time whispering. Words of love, words of torment, nonsensical words, words designed to leave her mind in his hands. As a moan slips from her lips unbidden, tumbles from lips too entranced to stop it, his hand rises and without warning, falls and leaves his mark, red and hot, his brand, on her body. "You are my slut," he whispers and she whimpers again that yes, she is. Softly, deceptively he whispers that she wasn't told to speak and as suddenly as it had appeared, the hand in the hair and the cruel sweet torment of the hand on her ass is gone. As she blinks, she realizes that her mind has made off with her again. He has not yet come home, but will be soon... so soon.

She fights to keep herself awake, to stay up for him, but sleep sneaks in and robs her of her energy when she wasn't paying attention. Lying on the couch, her mind on him, her body tuned into his, waiting, she imagines him. She sees him walking toward her, a new lesson in his eyes, new punishments, new limits to push. The look in his eyes scares her, but she knows this man, and she trusts him. Above all else, she knows that whatever he sees in his mind, he sees for only her. And even now, after all this time, he still had the power to bring her to her knees, to make her tummy twisty and bring every nerve in her body humming to life. 

Somewhere deep in the darkness of her mind, she registers a sound much like a door closing, but can't quite come to the surface to think about it. He leans over her, tracing his hand along her cheekbone, sliding the hair behind her ear, whispering, always whispering. "I love you baby;" he breathes into her ear, so softly she almost believes she imagined it. Sliding his hands gently beneath her body, he picks her up and carries her to their bedroom. Rising through the mists of sleep, she winds her arms around his neck, turning into him, breathing him in. 

Carefully, he lowers her to their bed, the bed that for three years, they've shared. In that bed, there are memories, erotic, sad, sweet, painful. They've been through much together, and in their mind, in their own special way, each goes back. She remembers him only as the man who has shaped her to become the woman she is today. He remembers the journey to where they are today. 

As he runs his hands along her arms to her hands, to link his fingers with hers, he begins to whisper of a time when things were so much different. And as he whispers to her, as he feels her body respond, her heart beat get heavier and her breathing get deeper, he spins for her a story of two people who didn't know what they had, didn't know what could be. As their eyes meet and they loose themselves in the deepness of the dark pools, they remember the two who were and with no sorrow, watch the two disappear to form the two that are.



Learning



Charlie had always been a curious kid growing up. So naturally when he got his very own computer, he was bound to explore. As Charlie turned 18 and was a senior in high school, he finally found something that really excited him. He saw a woman using a strapon on a man, who seemed to love it. Charlie made a vow to himself that he would get fucked by the time he left high school. Little did he know how many times this would occur.

Charlie began playing around with his ass soon after seeing that video. He began with fingers and slowly moved his way up. He also began watching only strapon and shemale porn, where the guy gets hammered in his ass. Speaking of hammers, as Charlie began wanting larger and larger objects to fuck, he found a thick hammer in his garage that seemed to fit the job perfectly. Using crisco, Charlie would lube the handle up, and after fingering his ass, would slowly slide it in, making sure to rub his prostate. He loved the feeling of getting six inches up his ass, but he felt he was missing something. Girth.

Charlie really wanted to get something more like a dick to use while he jacked off. One day though, while he was in his parent's room, he stumbled across a plastic box under their bed. Inside it there were four or five different dildos of varying size, from 6 inches long and 1.5 inches around to a monster 13 inches long and a good 4 inches around. Charlie's mouth watered at his find, and his ass twitched. He grabbed a black one that was about 7.5 inches long and about 2 inches around, and ran back to his room. He lubed the dildo up, sat it on a chair, and lowered himself down on it. He rode the cock for a good half an hour, loving every minute as the realistic cock stretched him and gave him several powerful orgasms. Once he was finally worn out he sat back down on the cock and stayed there for fifteen minutes, savoring the feeling. Charlie knew that he would not be able to go back to the hammer after experiencing this.

After a month of slowly moving up in size Charlie was ready for the massive 13 inch white dildo. He had already been trying to suck the cock while fucking himself with other dildos, but he was now ready to fuck the huge cock. Charlie wanted to try a new position with this one though, one that would make him feel more submissive, so he mounted the dildo on the wall in his bathroom so he could watch himself doggy style fuck it. Also, so he could finally find a partner, Charlie was video taping the event, so he could post it looking for a domme. After starting off with a smaller dildo, Charlie sucked the huge cock and then lubed it up. Slowly, he backed himself up to the phallus until it nudged his waiting hole. He grabbed the cock head and glided it slowly past his outer ring. He grunted as the huge head finally popped into his hole, which left the long, thick, veined shaft to go. 

Slowly, Charlie took all the remaining 12 inches until he felt his balls bump the plastic ones. He began to rock forward and backward on the cock, letting it loosen him up. As the pain that he had felt slowly turned into pleasure, Charlie moved all the way to the end of the cock, barely keeping the head in him, then thrust himself all the way back. He began to quicken his pace, as the warm feeling in his ass began to make him rock hard. Soon, he was flying up and down the cock, moaning, calling himself names, and begging to be fucked harder. After ten minutes he blew his load all over the floor without ever having touched his dick, but he kept fucking the cock with reckless abandon. Twenty minutes later he finally decided he'd had enough and pulled off the cock. He turned the camera off, cleaned the bathroom up, and took a shower. Charlie enjoyed fingering his gaping asshole while he uploaded his video onto the internet.

While Charlie was still waiting to hear from a Domme in his area, he continued on with his semi normal life, which included varsity football. He played Tight End and Defensive End, and had made some good friends on the team. One day after practice, Charlie had to run extra laps because he and his friend Jamal had been screwing around while the coach was talking. As Charlie and Jamal changed for the showers alone, Jamal started up a conversation. 

"I was checking out some porn online the other day, and guess what I came across?"

Charlie didn't think it was an odd question, as the guys talked about sex all the time. So he replied, "What?"

"I saw a video of you fucking yourself senseless on a dildo. It was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen."

Charlie's jaw dropped as Jamal then proceeded to remove his towel and show his already hard 11 inch ebony cock. "J-Jamal, I don't like guys."

"It's okay Charlie, I don't either, I just like to fuck. I bet you'd love to have this cock in your ass just as much as I'd love to put it there."

"B-But.."

"Look, don't worry about it, we're alone, no one will see us. Consider it a one time thing because we both were horny. I mean, you're just as hard as I am."

And it was true, Charlie's cock, much smaller than Jamal's, was just as hard. So Jamal took Charlie by the cock and led him into the showers. After he turned them all onto hot, Jamal pushed Charlie down onto his knees. "Go on, suck it, you know you want to." But before Jamal had finished the sentence Charlie had his cock halfway down his throat. After about five minutes of sucking, Jamal told Charlie to get on his hands and knees. Jamal then proceeded to tongue Charlie's ass until Charlie was moaning and begging to be fucked.

Jamal took some soap, lubed both his cock and Charlie hole, and slowly pushed himself in to the hilt. His huge black balls pressed against Charlie's white ones. Jamal began to slowly fuck his ass, pulling himself nearly out then sliding right back in. Once a rhythm was established Jamal began to really fuck Charlie, who was moaning while his cock leaked precum. After Jamal tired of doggystyle, he flipped Charlie over and pushed his knees to his chest. As Charlie really began to feel his orgasm building, Jamal's cock grew in his ass. After a few more strokes Jamal pushed all the way in unloaded a massive amount of cum in Charlie's ass. Feeling the cock spasm in his ass, Charlie came as well, shooting cum into his own mouth.Jamal gave a few more strokes to make sure he was empty, then pulled out.

"That was great Charlie, you sure are a good slut. You know, if you are still looking for a domme, my girlfriend's sister is really kinky. She's Junior at State right now. I know you're going there next year, so why don't I give her a call for you and send her your video."

"Really? Thanks Jamal, you've got a big heart to go along with that big cock of yours. I'd love to have a black woman as a domme, maybe even start a relationship."

"No problem man, I mean, I help all my bitches out. I'll see you at State next year man."

"Yeah, you will Jamal, I'm sure glad I let you fuck me."

To be continued...



Learning







Learning a Good Lesson



I take a minute to think about it this time, bent over the couch, ass in the air for the third time this week. You'd have thought that by now I'd have learnt my lesson, but no if you can't listen then you must feel, at least that is how my Master sees the world. If only he knew how I wrack my brains coming up with mischievous things to do to earn my spankings. This time I'd taken it a little far, I know. I'd cum and left my wet panties on the bedroom floor, in a space that I was sure he would see them. My Master is not an unreasonable man, but is not a fan of messy living.

I hear his footsteps and I close my eyes to sink back into a zone, a zone where I hope he doesn't realise how much I like my spankings, how I crave them and act out to deserve them. The real punishment is not having them, and I would surely earn that punishment if he ever did find out.

I thank him for the spanking I am about to receive, this is not one of his orders but rather something that I volunteered, being told my place always gets my neck tingling. At the age of 27 I find myself in little girl pink panties only bent over a chair, hair dangling to the floor, it's safe to steal a smile. Then I feel hands on my back, strong large manly hands, hard and slightly scratchy to the touch and my skin begins to shiver even in the heat of the day. They roam over my back, caressing my bum that is so clearly on display, owning it, firm and with purpose.

I barely prepare myself for the first one, easily sliding into the alluring false security of my Masters touch to be rudely shaken by a stinging slap to my left bum cheek. "Shit" I hiss under my breath, I guess I know who is in charge now, only to feel another smack full handed and sending me scooting over the arm of the chair slightly, this is followed by another 6 fast hard slaps in a row on my left cheek, so fast that I did not even have time to try and shy away from them. I feel unbalanced now with one cheek that is on fire and must be looking a blushing shade of pink and one cheek perfectly cool and soft. I take a deep breath and centre myself again, the point of this being to get to that point where pain and pleasure mix in a haze of ungroundedness. 

He lifts his hand again, the threat is more than enough and I cower to the extent possible in this position I so willingly placed myself in. The stings rain down, I can't tell if he's actually making contact, it's just the edge of his fingers whipping against the apple of my behind over and over and over, at some point I can't hold in my breath to stabilise the pain any longer and when I take a breath the pain comes rushing through me, the vicious tumbling of the waves of pleasure eating away at my resolve and I scream out as my pussy floods.

My Master knows that he has just again beat my spirit and stubbornness, taking the control from me and plunging me into a sea of dark and light, pain and pleasure, reality and unconsciousness. The orgasm rolls my body through a fever of pleasure and finally I see the surface and I reach it with the tingling effects of that rough current still plaguing my body in a delicious delirium of dream versus being awake.

Play time has just begun for my Master and he is now going to hammer his point home in every way that he can. He playfully strokes my warmly flushed cheeks with the hook of his index finger, my eyes are still drunk and drugged in pleasure and lust. This serves his purpose well as he takes advantage of this and pulls the panties back up between my legs, further than they should go until I feel them slip between my wet lips and pull tightly against my clit and he keeps pulling, the string up between the crack of my bottom and he then roughly man handles my wanting cunt covering it completely with one hand and rubbing all the wetness into the panties until they are soaked. As uncomfortable as this may be I wouldn't know, I am lost in the craving of any attention to my warm cunt. His hand becomes wet with the teasing of my pussy and soon he removes my little girl panties only to make me wear them as a gag, wet part now in my mouth. I have never admitted to my Master that not only have I tasted myself before but also that I enjoy the taste, his eyes look evil and I pretend to fight the intruder in my mouth, entertaining and amusing him. 

He grabs my hair in his fist and tells me to lie down on my back in the middle of the bed, legs open wide, eyes shut. I do as he says excited at the prospect of being tied up but acting non chalantly in case he should see me. I hear him enter and then I hear a soft hum and I know it's a toy he is going to torture me with. He slowly rubs the tip of his finger down from my neck, over my chest, tummy and through my lips, I relax again in a lull of security and suddenly he grabs a hold of my left ankle, I have entertained and enjoyed the thought of being spread eagle tied and I lie back to relish the sensations, and my left arm is yanked abruptly and before I can comprehend what is happening he has tied my knee and wrist together, and then he starts on the right set. I consider my predicament and start trailing through the recesses of my mind for my safeword but before I can any firm hold on a trail of thought I am plunged into darkness with a blindfold.

There is no movement now and I lie nervously contemplating the fate that I so eagerly entered into. Giving my Master a false sense of control while secretly enjoying what is happening was acceptable but this, this was me helpless naked and bound and at the mercies of a delightfully wicked man. The humming came back into my ears and I felt finger tips tracing over the soft flesh of my heated pussy, never inside, never my clit, but everywhere else, over and over, the finger explored the flesh varying in speed and force, my pussy wanted to be touched inside, it wanted to be touched badly, my clit was practically begging, swollen and out of its hiding place and still the fingers continued, maddeningly slow, gentle and avoiding where I wanted them most.

I began to squirm, not of a conscious decision, but my body now had a need of its own and my skin, my flesh shivered and trembled with need of its own volition. My breathing was now shallow but rugged and I considered my options carefully, I fought against the need that was raging inside of me making my pussy soak itself over and over until eventually breathless and full of defeat I whispered the words that I knew my Master was hungering for, "Please."

The bullet vibrator cold and intrusive was pushed merely into the opening of my pussy, not enough to do more than lead me into unbearable frustration, as my nipples felt a rough tongue swirl and consume them one at a time. The vibrator on low, and the feel of warm breath near my shoulder and collar bone, and then a cool breeze, stiffening my wet nipples as it chilled them, only to be nibbled and pulled gently to warmth and again with the cool air freezing them momentarily until they stood out, confused, swollen and hard, willing to accept any feeling but anticipating none, just as long as they could be given attention again. My pussy again contracting wildly trying to pull or push or cause some movement on the little bullet, squeezing thin air over and over as the blowing extended down my torso and finally to my cunt.

I felt my Master move down, quietly relishing the fact that I would finally be given the attention I wanted, only to feel the cruel cool air rushing over my clit causing me to squirm wildly. I rocked and squeezed and squirmed, desperation now not just my feeling but my master as well. Teasing and taunting me edging me slowly closely to the edge of madness where my pussy clenched for dear life, I was a puddle of begging, shivering, whimpering girl, incoherent and lost, I couldn't hold on any more, I felt myself slipping into the darkest deepest unknown and as my mind let go you ordered "Cum!" and I slipped passed it all until I was the fluid gushing from my cunt and reaching death-defying speeds in a whirlwind of ultimate ecstasy. 

I awoke, lying in your arms, your chest warm against my face. With a cheeky smile you whisper in my ear, "maybe next time you should leave the wet towel on the bathroom floor". I smile back, I've met my match.



Learning a Lesson



I had recently resigned my position as General Manager at an exclusive private country club and was licking my wounds and avoiding the prospect of getting back into that thankless arena. You, however, have had enough of my "retirement" and decide to show me what life will be like on a daily basis if I don't get busy making some money. On a night that the kids have sleepovers away from home, you suggestively tell me to get a shower and get "real clean". 

I know that you mean for me to give myself an enema and I hurry to comply as you know how I like anal play. You greet me as I get out of the shower and order me to face away from you. I'm thinking this is going to be fun and as I turn away, you snap handcuffs on me pulling my hands behind my back. You then shove me to the bed and as I fall forward over it, you are already giving my ass a whipping with the short handled whip from our collection of toys. You then begin to tell me that you are tired of having to be the bread winner by yourself and that until I get a real job, you will see to it that every moment I am sitting, I will be reminded of your orders. 

You then proceed to really lay into me. I try to crawl up away from you but you follow with the whip leaving bright red stripes across my back, ass and legs. You throw the whip down and leap on the bed and wrestle me on to my back. My backside burns against the bed as you slide up until you are straddling my chest. You roughly grab my hair and pull my face into your pussy and command me to satisfy you. Ah, now I am thinking things will get better. 

But while you are sitting on my face, you are getting out the ropes that we sometimes play with and after pausing long enough from having your pussy eaten to roll me on to my side, you tie the rope to one of my wrists and while quickly removing the handcuffs, bring my hands out in front of me and quickly secure the rope to my left hand to the hook I had installed in the ceiling. You then repeat the process with my right hand and now my arms are stretched out to my sides and secured to the ceiling on both sides of the bed. you then grab another rope and turning around once again straddle my face. This time with your ass settled over my nose and tell me to lick you and to do it well or you will hurt me more than you already plan to. I am still going with the game and I chuckle and dive into my task. Licking your pussy, sucking on your clit and running my tongue up and down your ass crack and trying to shove my tongue as far into your little brown hole as possible. 

While I am busy servicing your backside, you are attaching what I think is a rope to each ankle. When you finish with that task, you lean back and put you entire weight on my face which pushes my head so far into the pillows that I can barely breathe and barely hear your condition that if I want to breathe again, I'd better make you cum and cum quickly. I maneuver my face until I am able to capture your clit and suck it into my mouth and begin to flick my tongue back and forth across it as fast as I can. I know this can really get you going and I am hoping that it will work this time as it is harder and harder to breathe. 

Just as I am thinking I may pass out, I feel your body tense and your pussy seems to try to grab my whole face as you grunt and groan through an amazingly long orgasm. You fall forward towards my feet and I can breathe again. As I am catching my breath though, you quickly stand and I discover you have a long length of rope attached to both feet. You yank up on the rope and loop it over the hook on the ceiling where my right hand is attached. You then repeat process, looping the rope over the hook where my left hand is attached. 

I am now in a position where my feet are up in the air, and spread quite a ways apart, My arms are spread out to my sides, and my cock and asshole are exposed. You begin now to tell me that if I am going to be home, I am going to be your house slave and that not only will I be responsible for keeping the house spotless, I will be required to satisfy you on demand. You quickly set the rules. 

I will be required to accompany you to the bathroom whenever you need to relieve yourself, I will prepare your toilet paper and make sure you are wiped properly, then just to make sure you are clean, I will be required to lick you to orgasm. I will not be allowed to touch myself unless you command it, and if I am found to be lacking in any of the areas you have outlined, I will be taken to the garage, hung from the ceiling and whipped at the earliest possible opportunity that the kids are away from the house. All the time you are explaining this to me, you are playing with my cock and balls with another length of rope. Suddenly, you slip the loop of rope over my cock and balls and tighten it. My balls and cock instantly turning a dark purple. 

You then comment how you think my legs are too low and that you need them to be higher for what you are planning next, so you stand and reaching up to the rope running across the ceiling that attaches to my feet, you pull down on it in the center and both my feet are subsequently jerked towards the ceiling and stretched further apart. You then tie the other end of the rope attached to my cock and balls to the middle of the rope attached to my feet and let go. 

My feet fall back towards the bed, but as they do, the rope attached to my balls is pulled violently towards the ceiling and my balls and cock are stretched painfully upwards. You chuckle at my confusion. On one hand I try to lift my crotch upwards to relieve the tension on the rope to my balls, but in doing so, I push down with my feet for leverage which causes more tension to be pulled upwards on my balls. I finally figure out that the only way to prevent my balls and cock from being pulled from my body, is to keep my feet up and back as far towards the hooks as possible. 

This, combined with my cock and balls being pulled up away from my body, exposes my asshole at a perfect angle for what you plan next. You get off the bed and as you admire your work, you calmly don the strap-on dildo we have come to refer to as "Jake". You begin by telling me that if I want to be a "house husband" then one of the chores includes being the recipient of a weekly "fucking" that will remind me for the rest of the week who is boss. 

You then return to the bed where you slip inside the ropes to where you are standing over my chest. "Jake" is jutting out from your patch of pubic hair and is a forbidding sight. You open a jar of Vaseline and dig a handful out and begin to coat "Jake" with it, all the while telling me how much fun your going to have fucking me, and how hard your are going to fuck me, and how deep, and how your going to keep doing it until I can't take anymore and then you will keep doing it. 

You move back outside the ropes and kneel between my legs. You reach out and grab each of my feet and wipe off the excess Vaseline on them and playfully pull down on them which pulls sharply up on my cock and balls. I begin to grunt from the pain and finally you release them and I quickly push them high into the air to relieve the pressure on my balls. 

This gives you the perfect opportunity to slide "Jake" up and down my ass crack and coat the opening to my asshole with the gooey Vaseline. Slowly you move the tip of "Jake" in and out of the opening, almost like you are teasing me. Just when I start to open up and try to raise my ass up a little farther to take more of "Jake", you lunge forward and bury him to the hilt into my upturned ass. 

Prepared, yet unprepared for such a thrust, my asshole clamps down on the intruder and the pain is intense. You, however, are oblivious and proceed to withdraw almost completely, then slam into me again. From your position, you are able to hold onto my ankles and use them as leverage to push in and out of my ass. Each time you pull me into you, the tension on my balls is increased so that my pelvis is jerked upwards, making your thrust deeper into me. It becomes sweet agony and I can't decide which is greater, the pain or the pleasure.

Soon the 2 melt together and my body begins to tense in what I am certain will be the orgasm to end all orgasms. At the point when I think I am about to loose all control, you reach forward to the knot secured around my cock and balls and with a deft movement of your hand, it is released. This triggers my release and as you replace the rope with a massaging hand, my cock begins to spurt. 

With each thrust of "Jake" and each milking action of your hand, my balls wrench and give up more of their milky fluids. Finally, there is nothing left and I am left a limp rag, arms and legs suspended loosely from the ceiling. Even my asshole is limp, and is left gaping as you pull Jake from me. I feebly promise to look harder for new employment.



Learning A Lesson



In my sophomore year in college, my younger sister, Sally, began to come into her own. However, that was accompanied by a great deal of attitude. She was a senior in high school and applying to colleges. My mental picture of her is of a skinny stick with a mop of blond hair. I discovered on my return home for summer break that she had developed into a young woman. Her friends were on the same track. Unfortunately, when they got together, the attitude was beyond control. 

Since my parent's place was a large house with room to spare, Sally and her friends were over all the time. We also had a pool in which they spent every summer hour lounging. I would often check out my sister's friends and flirt with them. This aggravated my sister to no end. She would call me a loser, a pervert or some other kind word and tell me to get a girlfriend. My comments back were usually about her physical development or lack of maturity. Then would come the squirting of the suntan lotion (if not the throwing of the whole bottle), the garden hose and me tossing her (or both of us) into the pool. When I first got home for break, this was a good-natured thing that ended up with everyone laughing. But as the summer progressed, things began to change.

It was not just by the pool that her attitude was becoming more obnoxious. It would happen when we were watching TV, or at the store, but especially when we were hanging out with friends or at parties. Finally, it got so bad, I decided that I began to make a point of avoiding her altogether. However, since we lived together, it was impossible not to have some contact. She seemed to be going out of her way to find things to fight about. She would come find me, with friends in tow and start an argument, provoke trouble and in general be a big pain in the ass. I tried ignoring her until it got too bad. If my parents were there, I would retreat to their company. If not, I would go to my room. Soon enough, my room was not even safe. She would barge in and start bitching about something. If the door was locked, she would pound on it until I answered. At the end of my rope, I began locking her in the bathroom or the garage, which ever was closer. I would throw her out the front door and lock it. This was only a temporary reprieve. As soon as she was free, she would start again.

The final straw came one Friday night when I was at home. I wanted to watch a boxing match on pay-per view. She started in as soon as the match began. I don't even remember what it was about. Her two closest friends Megan and Rose were, as usual, standing behind her and giggling. She stood right between the television and me in her nightshirt and panties shouting about something. I told her to get out of the way. She said the magic words: "Make me!" So I threw her out the front door and locked it. I flashed the lights on and off in front of the house. Her friends were jumping on me trying to get the door open and she was pounding on it and screaming. My parents were out as they usually were on Friday night so I was able to keep her out for several minutes. She finally ran around the back and came in screaming. She approached me and took a swing. 

Let me give you a bit of detail on our physical makeup. I am 6'2" and around 200 pounds. I run track and box at school. She is 5'5", eighty pounds soaking wet (more or less). Much of that weight seems to have centered in her new breasts. 

Her punch hit my chest and cracked her knuckles. She hollered in pain, then tried to kick me in the nuts. I grabbed her foot and made her dance on one leg. Her friends were laughing and shouting encouragement to her. She, on the other hand had lost her sense of humor and control. She was screaming at me and flailing in the air like a wild woman. So I dumped her on her ass. The shock of the landing shut her up. She stood up shaking with anger. Her two friends were in stitches. This infuriated her even worse. She grabbed a vase of the bar counter and hurled it at me. I was able to fend it off with my arm but it cut my elbow slightly. The vase smashed against the front door and showered me with shards.

Now it was my turn to loose my temper. I was across the floor fast. Her eyes were huge as she watched me coming. She was rooted with fear. I grabbed her with both hands and snatched her in the air. "You are in deep shit little girl!" I whispered.

I threw her across the room onto the couch where she landed with a bounce. She had barely finished bouncing when I was on her. Her friends were now staring at the unfolding scene with jaws slack. I flipped her on her stomach and began to tickle her. She squirmed and squealed as I probed her ribs, under her arms and along her stomach. "I am going to tickle you until you pee your little panties you bad girl!" 

I was crazed. All my anger was going into tickling her. Several weeks of nagging and bitching and I had finally snapped. She tried to shield herself with her arms and legs but I would not be denied. She began to gasp and turn red. Finally, she peed. Tears were running down her cheeks. But I was not satisfied. She had really pushed my button. I snatched her up, still peeing and placed her across my knees. She was making noises but was unable to speak intelligibly. I hardly noticed her efforts to get free. I raised my hands and slapped it hard across her ass. That cleared her head. She let go of a high sharp yelp. My hand dropped again. Again, she yelped. Again and again I spanked her fanny. Her yelps began to change to "ohs". I didn't realize what was happening until it was too late. The "ohs" built and she finally said "Oh God!.....Oh my God!" 

Oh my God indeed! She was having an orgasm! It felt like a physical shock when I fully comprehended what was going on. I stopped spanking her. Sure enough she was shaking and cumming on my lap with a bone rattling orgasm. Then I noticed my erection poking her in the stomach.

From the moment she had thrown the vase, the whole incident had taken less than three minutes. I had spanked her less than twenty times. Those three minutes would change our lives.

She started crying. I remembered her friends were in the room. They were in total shock. Nobody could speak. Sally got up off my lap and walked towards her friends. She turned around and looked at me. What a mess. Her hair was matted and sticking up, her makeup was smeared all over her face. Her shirt and panties were stained with urine and it was running down her legs. She was trying to control her sobbing. I suddenly came back to my senses. It felt like a moment of insanity had passed.

"Oh Sally, I'm sorry." That's all I could manage to say.

Her anger was vanquished. She just looked hurt and scared. Suddenly all the memories of her as a sweet, little girl came back to me. What had I just done to my little sister? And in front of her friends? I started to get up and go give her a hug. Then I felt my erection. I feebly placed my hands in my lap. She sat there staring at each other. Both of us were trying to recalibrate our reality to what had just happened. One of her friends was staring at the floor, the other at my erection, which showed no signs of abating. This made me feel queasy. Hours of time passed in a matter of seconds. The evening began a year ago. I desperately wanted it to end.

Sally sniffed and looked down. My body relaxed as we broke eye contact. 

"I'll get you back somehow," she said.

She turned and walked away with her friends in tow. The words rang in my ears. They broke one spell but cast another. It was the way she said it. There was no anger or energy in her words. There was an indefinable quality to it. It was almost as if she was telling me that she was sorry in advance for what was going to happen. That, somehow, this thing that had started this night would continue. That we were now into something together that had to be played out. She turned and walked around the corner. I listened to them until I heard her door close.

My erection subsided. I stood up and looked around the room. The couch with the stain, the broken vase shards, the dent in the door, the blood on my arm and shirt. Again, a wave of revulsion washed over me. 

Later, after I repaired and cleaned everything as best I could, I climbed up the stairs towards my bedroom. There was no sound coming out of my sister's room. This was enough to make me extremely suspicious and worried. There should at least be music or talking. Something. I stood outside the door listening. I wanted to go in and talk to her. I couldn't think of where to begin. After a long moment, I went to bed. 

That night, I dreamed of the smell of urine. I was suffering from a painful erection. One of the couch pillows was on my face. There were hands holding it there. I felt another pair of hands on my chest, pinning me. I heard giggling. Another set of hands pulled down my underwear. One hand went to my erection, the other to my balls. A finger and thumb tried to circle the base of my erection and stroked up. I woke up and the dream dissolved. However, the hand was still there. 

"Sally?"

To be continued...



Learning a Lesson



When I was around eighteen years old I worked for a newsagent, sorting and delivering papers. One day, as I got back a bit later than usual. I went round to the back and picked up my bike. I noticed a newly arrived stock of porno magazines, and to my surprise, there were some gay ones. I was Curious, and not sure what I liked at this point. Girls were fun, but I was mesmerised by cocks and balls. I picked one up, and stuffed it into my bag before heading off, or so I thought! The shop owner had seen this on the CCTV. As I was attempting to leave, I found the door locked and bolted, and the keys removed. I was getting a bit nervous. Had he seen me taking the magazine? Or was it just a mistake? I called out to Jim, the shop owner, about 55, big bellied, muscular guy.

He was a reputed pervert. All but me, of his staff were girls. I was still in the building and said, "let me out Jim."

"Sure," he replied, "just after you help fixing a little problem here."

"I'll be right there," I called back. He didn't sound pissed off. I thought I was ok with nicking the magazine.

As I walked into the back shop, the light snapped off, and a big hand closed over my mouth, silencing me. An arm reached round to trap my arms. I was lifted off my feet. I was powerless to resist, and felt a mouth close to my ear whispering, "Well, well, thieving little cunt in the team, you want the police to sort this out? Or you like to take the punishment from me? Maybe you can keep your job. It's up to you."

His hand left my mouth, long enough for me to say, "No, don't call the police. I'll be ruined. I'll take what you give me."

With that he moved me to the sofa the staff used at break time. He dumped me over the arm. "Thieving little cunts get their arses belted, so drop them." 

Then the light came back on. I saw him take his fucking huge belt off his jeans.
Thinking he meant to belt me with my pants on, I lowered my jeans. 
"Get your pants off as well" he ordered, "or I call the police."
Well, I already had a record and couldn't get in trouble. I needed the job. I pulled my pants over my arse cheeks, and stood, shivering with fear.
"Bend over the end of the sofa, and spread your legs" he instructed.

As I did so, he leaned forward and snapped a pair of handcuff's over my wrists. "It could've been the police doing that; so think you are lucky," he growled. 

"Are you ready for your punishment? This is to hurt you little bastard."
I was bent forward, bare arse in the air, trembling, as I awaited the first lash, across my tender, exposed young cheeks. When it came, it wasn't the full wallop across both cheeks as I expected, more like the tip nipping onto my left cheek, then onto my right one, but Christ it stung!!!!!!!
" Ouch" I yelped, as much in surprise as anything, as the blow didn't hurt much. 
"So you like looking at big cocks do you?" 

As he said that, I felt my balls being engulfed in his huge hand. This made my cock hard; it was stiffening and rubbing on the sofa arm.
"Yes sir" I replied. My voice was a squeak, as he rolled my nuts held in his big paw.
"You ever touched a man's cock boy?" he asked, moving his hand onto my shaft. He then pulled my foreskin back over the head of my dick, leaving the knob exposed to the cold air. "No sir, I never touched one" I whimpered. "Well, now is your first time" he breathed. With that he let go of my cock and balls, and disappeared into the shop, coming back with a bottle, about the size of shampoo container. God knows what it contained, but he placed the nozzle on my tight virgin anal hole and squeezed. Cold, gooey liquid squirted into my arse. He pulled out and rubbed some lube, around the rim of my hole.

He then pushed a stubby finger into my tight anus. Rubbed my foreskin, back and forth over my cockhead, smearing it with pre-cum, that was by now dribbling from the tip. He proceeded to push another finger in, loosening my hole, digging his fingers into my prostrate, (I didn't know it at the time) rubbing faster and faster.

"I am going to cum," I yelled. As my hard cock was getting pumped, two fingers vigorously thrust in and out of my anus!!!!
With a hard jerk of my throbbing cock, I spurted what seemed like a gallon of sticky gooey cum on the arm of the sofa. I collapsed, my poor arsehole, was now open to the elements.

My ordeal was far from over, as I heard a zip being drawn and my boss told me, "Right you shoplifting little bastard, you want cock, well here's a man's cock."

Jim moved around. In front of my face was a huge knotty uncut penis, about 7inch long, and very thick. It was topped by a beetroot coloured end and was oozing a clear fluid. It seemed to have a life of it's own as it pulsed in front of my eyes. Below his dick, hung a hairy ball sac, with two big oval nuts, clinging to the bottom of the shaft. I was amazed that anyone could be so hairy; he was like a huge animal; in a way he was.

"Open up" he ordered. I thought he was going to push it into my mouth. But not ready for what it was going to feel like or taste. I obediently opened my mouth and he gently put the tip of his cock on my lips. He let me get used to the idea of taking a cock in my mouth. Then, he grabbed the back of my head, pushed the whole length of his cock in and rammed my throat, gagging me. I couldn't breathe, my eyes were stinging, and my nose was buried in the mass of pubic hair at the base of his massive weapon. He smelt musty, and a bit cocky. At that moment I thought, I was going to lose consciousness. He slowly pulled out, letting me gulp air in gasps.

"Hey, that's a tight throat boy" he smirked. "But I reckon you should get this elsewhere. That's your punishment ok?"

Well, what could I do? I was, half naked, sprawled across his sofa, belted, fingered, masturbated and had a cock in my gob. He wasn't going to the police after all. I nodded acceptance to get buggered, by his monster cock.

He moved behind me, and this time when I shivered, it was in fear. No way, I could take that huge dick, up my tight virginal anal hole. I didn't want to, anyway. But I was unable to stop Jim. He stood between my legs and parted my buttock cheeks again to apply more lube on my asshole.

"I'm going to have you wanting this cock so much boy; you will feel like a sissy slut." He laughed at my discomfort. "Now if you relax, this will be more enjoyable for both of us."

With that he slowly inserted three fingers into my slack hole, pumping quickly. I started getting hard again. 

"See, I said you would like it," he said. He moved closer to me as he withdrew his fingers. My hole snapped tight shut, as if it sub-consciously knew, what was going to happen next. It was right. I felt his burning hot poker cockhead touch my rosebud. It didn't stop there. Jim grabbed my hips applied pressure and widened my arse cheeks. Increased the weight he was bringing to bear, on my ring. I couldn't hold out much longer, and felt my ring slowly open as he pushed his smooth and lubricated cockhead into my channel. The head popped in. He stopped forcing it in, letting me get used to the feeling of being penetrated; after a minute or so, he applied more lube and said, "push out, like your taking a shit and it'll go easier and will be enjoyable for both of us."
I did as told, and felt the whole damn dick slide in slowly, until his pubic hair was tickling my arse cheeks. Fucking hell, I had never felt anything like it. The pain was incredible; the heat burned my anal canal. My cock was running like a leaky tap with pre-cum.

It was turning into the most intense experience of my life. More so, as he started pumping his big cock all the way, in and out, of my now burning anal ring. After about ten minutes of buggering I felt the most incredible rush. It started in my buttocks, raced all the way along my cock. I exploded another huge, load of cum on the chair. I hadn't even touched my cock. Jim had literally fucked my ass, and pumped that cum out of me! After I finished spraying my juice all over the place, Jim speeded up his thrusts in frantic jabbing movements. His huge pelvis crashed on my small arse. He roared like a bull. I felt his cock withdraw from my hole. Cold air rushed in, to fill the place of the violating shaft, which had caused me to blow my load. I felt a burning hot sensation on my back as he CAME in many spurts.

He stopped spurting and got his breath back. He moved around to face me again. His cock had shrunk smaller. He pushed his dick into my lips.

"Clean me off you little cunt, then you can go." 

I opened my mouth to accept the softening monster that had just been in and out, of my rectum and sucked off the scummy juices. His penis had the sour taste of my mashed faeces, churned by the buggering dick, and was coated on his entire dick. There was a large quantity of my anal contents, pulpy and hung around the inner ridge, of the knob of his organ. The odour was not as repulsive as it is made out to be. I decided to steal again and get my ass fucked. I wondered what would be the taste of my faeces if it were to mix with his spunk inside my anus. Next time I would make him cum deep in my anus. It was my penance for theft and, a 'thank you' for awakening a new me.

Jim took the handcuffs off, waited until I was dressed and walked me to the door. "See you in the morning, and if you ever, try to steal again, I will call the police, probably!" he said with a wink.

"I will steal daily, if you will punish me the way you did" I said with a wink.

Now I am twenty four and I am working in the same shop. He rams my ass daily.

My ass is gaping and I am happy.



Learning A Lesson In Life



I want to tell a story of how my close family became a VERY CLOSE family. First of all let me tell you about them. First my husband, Jim, 43 years old, a good provider in and out of bed with a 8 inch cock that is as good today as when we married 20 years ago. My daughter (Jolene, Jo for short), 19, beautiful, smart and sexy if I do say so myself. She has naturally blond hair, a 34C – 22 – 34 body and a playful personality that is sometimes naughty. My son (Brad), 18 years old, 6' tall, 180 lbs and loves sports. He is almost an exact duplicate of my husband. I am 41 years old, redhead with a 36D – 24 –35 figure. I weigh 124 lbs and luckily I don't have to work very hard at keeping my weight down. By the way my name is Barbara but everyone calls me Barb.

This started two months ago when Jim mentioned something about Brad and how he was moping around the house. It was winter and the weather wasn't all that good but Brad seemed to be down in the dumps. Jim said he tried to talk with him but didn't get anywhere and wondered if I would try. I said of course I would talk with him this weekend. Jo was visiting a friend and Jim was leaving Saturday on a business trip so it would be just Brad and me. 

Saturday came, Jim left for the airport and Jo left with a girlfriend for the weekend. I ask Brad if he had any plans and he said no and sat down on the couch to watch TV. I asked him about dinner but got little response so I order out for the two of us. After dinner I told Brad I wanted to speak with him but not knowing what may be wrong I hoped that getting him to relax would help. I told him to get a bottle of wine from the frig while I got comfortable. I went to my room, slipped off my cloths and put on a short nightgown and a sheer robe. This is usually the way I dressed while at home so nothing was unusual about it.

I came back to the den and there sat Brad with a bottle of wine opened and a single glass. I ask him if he would like to join me since he wasn't going out and I couldn't drink the entire bottle by myself. His eyes lit up and ran to get another glass for himself. 

"Thanks mom, I didn't think you would let me have some."

"That's OK son, just keep this between us. OK?"

"Yea, thanks...."

We both drank a glass and refilled both glasses. A little while later after I could feel the wine having the relaxing effect I hoped for I ask Brad about his attitude and mood. He hesitated at first but after some coaxing told me that he and his girlfriend had broken up. I urged him to get into more detail and after a third glass of wine he blurted out the entire story. He and Ellen tried to have sex but apparently Ellen had much more experience than Brad and things didn't go very well. She had criticized him for his crude attempts and his lack of staying power and forced him to take her home telling him that she never wanted to see him again. Brad was devastated.

"What can I do mom. She said I didn't have any experience but how do I get experience without her?"

"I see your point, son. Do you mind if talk this over with your father? He might have some ideas that can help. He has been worried about you."

"Yea, I guess it would be alright. You aren't mad are you?"

"No! Not at all! As a matter of fact I am glad you decided to talk with me."

Brad's story had gotten me so hot that I knew I had to end this conversation before I lost control. Shortly after that we said goodnight and went to bed. I lay in bed thinking about Brad and his problem. The more I thought about it the hornier I got until I had to take things into my own hands and fuck myself to a not so satisfying orgasm.

Sunday and Monday came and went, Jo had returned early Sunday morning from her trip going straight to her room. Jim returned Tuesday and by Wednesday we sat down to discuss Brad's problem.

"Jim, that's it. Brad needs experience but no one to get experience with. He is afraid to start dating someone else and I don't want him to go to a hooker. With the diseases out there you never know what will happen. What do you think?"

"I agree, how can we help him get his confidence back?"

"I don't know but I will tell you one thing. After the wine and my talk with Brad I got so horny that I almost wore out my favorite dildo and talking about it right now is getting me wet again."

"You are? Well I have something for you to work on right here."

Right then and there Jim slipped off his shorts and fucked my brains out for over an hour. Afterwards Jim turned to me and said "Barb, how about we teach Brad what he needs to know. I mean I will talk with him and you can show him, that is if you are alright with that."

"You know Jim, I don't see why not. If Brad is receptive to it then I'm all for it. As a matter of fact I wish I had someone to teach me when I was younger then maybe I wouldn't have been so uptight until I hit 30."

"OK, it's a deal. I'll speak to Brad on Friday and see what he says."

On Friday Jim and Brad went out for a pizza and a beer while Jo and I went to a movie. Jo and I have always been close and she loves to kid around. We got to talking and I let it slip about what Jim was talking to Brad about and the problem Brad was having. Jo's eyes lit up and her mouth dropped open. It was several minutes before she could speak.

"Mom, so you are going to help Brad? Damn, if I had know what the problem was I would have been glad to help. I mean, I don't have a lot of experience but I would be patient with him."

"Jo, he's your brother."

"So what, he's your son."

"I see your point. Well I have an idea. Why don't we both help. I'll ask you dad and if he doesn't mind then we both can help Brad."

"Sounds good to me. But since your going to help Brad then would you mind if dad teaches me a couple of things? Like I said I'm not all that experienced either."

"Well this is not exactly what I had in mind Jo, but I'll leave that up to him. After all it was his idea for me to help Brad."

"Great mom, what do you say we surprise them when they get home?"

"Sounds good to me Jo, lets get out of here."

And off we went back home to get ready for the night ahead.

"Brad, your mom talked to me about your problem and we understand. As a matter of fact I had the same problem when I was your age. Luckily I met your mom but there are no guarantees in life. What I'm trying to say is that we think we can help."

"OK dad, do you want me to read a book or see a shrink?"

"No, I'm sure you have read enough books and I don't see a shrink helping with this problem. What we had in mind is your mom and I helping you."

"How?"

"Well, I will talk you though what a man does and your mom, well she is demonstrate and give you a woman's perspective. That is if you are willing to do this."

"Wow, I didn't expect this. I guess it would be all right. I mean, well, yea. That is if you and mom don't mind."

"Son, your mom and I have talked about this and we feel it is the safest and best way we know to help. So if you're ready lets get out of here and head home. I'm sure your mom is waiting by now."

So off they went, heading home where Jo and I had already started to get ready. Brad and Jim entered the house and went straight to the bedroom. Jo and I were just putting the finishing touches on when they entered.

"Barb? Are you here? Jo, what are you doing here?"

"Dad, Brad, Hi. Mom and I are just getting ready for the two of you."

"Getting ready for what Jo?"

"To help Brad of course dad. Mom told me all about it and I think it's wonderful. I even asked if you could show me a few things and she said that was up to you. It is OK with you isn't it dad?"

"Yea, I guess. Barb? Is this OK with you honey?"

I entered the bedroom from the bath dressed in my most sexy long gown. I could see Brad's eyes about to pop out of his head as he stared at me. What intrigued him most was the split in my panties and my full ripe tits poking out of the top of the gown. Jim spoke almost instantly.

"Well I guess I don't have to ask again. It looks like the two of you are ready. Why don't Brad and I break open a bottle of our best wine while you two ladies finish up. Brad, lets go. It looks like it is going to be a great night."

Brad and Jim left while Jo and finished up. Jo wore a very, very short teddy with see through thong panties. I could tell she was getting excited by the way her nipples were getting hard.

"Jo, how many men have you been with if you don't mind me asking?"

"No mom, I don't mind. Actually, none. I have been with one other girl a few times after practice in the shower but that's it."

"A girl? You mean you're gay?"

"No, just curious. I haven't met any guys that turn me on except for dad and Brad. I think both of them are hunks."

"Well that's a relief. But I have to agree with you there about your father and Brad. I guess we'd better go before they give up on us."

Jo and I walked into the den to admiring eyes. Jim had our wine ready and gave us both a glass. I could tell both he and Brad were ready from the lumps in the front of their pants. It certainly appeared that Brad was just like his father. 

We talked about why we were here. Both Jo and Brad understood and agreed that this was not to leave this house under any circumstances. We also talked with them about commitment, love and passion. About family and of course sex. After we had covered everything Jim and I could think of Jo broke the ice and said: "Dad, can you show me what a read man looks like. I have only seen boys and to tell you the truth I wasn't impressed."

Jim smiled, rose from the couch and started taking off his cloths. Brad was sitting on the edge of his seat when I told him that he should also get undressed. Brad stripped before Jim could finish. I was impressed, he was his father's son. Maybe just a hair bigger. I told Brad to come to me as Jo stood to go to her father. I stood in front of Brad and told him to take it slow and let me show him what to do. I looked over at Jim because I knew he wanted to help instruct Brad but he had his hands full. Well maybe next time he could help instruct him.

I showed Brad in detail the different parts of my body and all the erogenous zones. I explained what a woman liked and disliked. I also told him that different women may like different things but he would have to find that out for himself. At that point I let him touch my breast. I could see that Brad was nervous but excited at the same time. By now I was burning up. It was all I could do to sound calm and keep under control. I had Brad slowly suck my nipples and kiss my lips and neck. I sat back on the couch and parted my legs. My patience was running short and I needed some relief. I instructed him on how to kiss and lick his way up my thighs. He parted my already hot wet pussy as I instructed him on how to lick around my cunt lips.

I looked over at Jim and Jo as she was learning the finer points of sucking cock. She was grabbing the base of Jim's cock firmly with her right hand and holding his big balls with her left as she began licking and lightly sucking the big head of Jim's cock. Damn that was a beautiful site and it only made my pussy cream even more.

I instructed Brad to lick my pussy and slowly insert one then two fingers into my sopping wet cunt. It didn't take my son long to become a pussy licking expert. I started to hump my cunt against his tongue and fingers as my first orgasm of the night began to build. Cunt juice was running down between my ass in a river. I held Brad's head as he continued to lick my cunt while I told him to stick his fingers up my ass. This is not something I planned but as hot as I was and watching Jo suck further and further down her dad's big cock I skipped from lesson one to lesson ten in a hurry. I saw Brad smile as he took his fingers out of my sopping wet pussy and slowly inserted them into my tight asshole. 

"Slow son, yea, that's it. Real slow. Let me get use to it a little. Don't stop licking my pussy. You do that so good. Ahhhh.....Yea. That's it....that's it....fuck me in my ass with your fingers while you lick your mom's pussy. Oh yea, that's good!!!"

I looked over at Jim as I could tell that Jo was doing one hell of a job on his cock. She was in great shape and was bobbing her head up and down over Jim's prick at a good rate. She had already learned how to take over half his 8 inches in just her first lesson. A few months from now she would know how to talk all of it like her mother does.

Brad started fucking my asshole harder and deeper with his fingers as he increased the pressure on my pussy. In a matter of seconds I was cumming as he continued to lap my oozing cunt. Slowly my senses returned and Brad eased his assault on my ass and pussy. I had him give me my wine and sit next to me for a few minutes as we watched Jo suck Jim's cock.

"Mom, Jo looks like she is enjoying herself."

"And your dad does too."

About that time Jim grabbed Jo's hair and announced that he was cumming. Jo kept on sucking as Jim exploded in her mouth. Jo started swallowing as quick as she could but Jim's load was too much for her and it began to dribble down her chin. After it was over Jo licked up the cum she had missed and sat back on the couch.

"Dad, was that OK?"

"OK? That was great. With a little experience you may give your mother a run for her money."

"Jim, from what I've seen she's a natural. But I have to tell you Brad is a natural born pussy licker."

"Mom?"

"Yes Brad?"

"Am I going to get to fuck you?"

"I'll be disappointed with you if you don't."

The four of us finished our wine then decided that it was time to take this party to the bedroom. As we stood Jo walked over to me and gave me a hug."

"Thanks mom for being so understanding."

"Your welcome honey."

"Mom, one more thing."

"Yes Jo?"

"Am I going to get to suck your pussy?"

"Yes dear, as soon as I finish with your brother."

"Thanks mom!"

With that the four of us headed to the bedroom. It was going to be a long night.....

Chaper 2:

As I got onto the bed I looked back to see Brad entering the bedroom with his huge cock swinging back and forth as he walked toward me. In an instant I knew I had to have that big thing inside me quick. 

"Brad, come up here with me dear and let me show you how a woman is suppose to treat a man."

Brad climbed up on the bed with me as I grabbed his cock in my hand. As he lay back against the headboard I moved between his legs while I stroked his big cock in my hands. 

"Just relax honey and let mom do all the work." 

With that I took as much of my son's cock in my mouth as I could. I looked up to watch the please on his face as I heard him moan. As I started moving my mouth up and down his cock I felt someone behind me. I knew it must be Jo's since it was such a velvety touch. I continued to concentrate on Brad sucking a little faster and deeper on each stroke. In a matter of a couple of minutes Brad stiffened and let go a huge load of cum into my mouth. As much experience as I had I wasn't prepared for the volume of cum that erupted from his cock. It filled my mouth to overflowing running down my chin and neck. Just about then I felt Jo's tongue lick my pussy and sent me into spasms. I had never felt another woman's tongue before but this was incredible. Jo continued to lick my pussy from behind as I continued to suck Brad's cock. 

Finally I couldn't take it any more and I rolled off my son onto my back spreading my legs as wide open as I could giving Jo full access to my horny pussy. She crawled between my legs and started licking my pussy in earnest. I opened my eyes just in time to see Jim mount Jo from behind. I could feel her moan as Jim slid his hard throbbing cock into her virgin pussy. Jo continued to lick and suck my cunt as Jim started to fuck her deeper and deeper. Watching Jim fucking Jo set me off and I started cumming over and over. "OH FUCK!! YES SWEETHEART....OH FUCK YEA!!! KEEP LICKING ME!! KEEP LICKING YOUR MAMA'S CUNT!!! OH FUCK YOUR MAKING ME CUM!!!!

And with that I came all over Jo's face. As I looked up I could see Jo's orgasm starting to build as Jim started to pound her tight little pussy. I slid up the bed to give Jim and Jo more room. Looking over at Brad I saw him playing with his hard cock. 

"Well, well, well...Looks like you are ready again. I think it's time for you to find out how it feels to fuck a woman, son. Why don't you slid over here and let me have some of that big cock you are waving around."

With that Brad moved over between my legs as I lifted my knees. I took his cock in my hands and guided him into the opening of my pussy. He pushed forward and slid about half of that wonderful young cock into my dripping pussy on the first stoke. 

"My god Brad that's good. Fuck you mother, fuck your horny mother Brad. Make me fucking cum on your fat prick!!!"

Brad started fucking me with long steady stroked and I could already feel an orgasm start to build. Just then I heard Jo start to scream as she started cumming. 

"Oh fuck me dad. Fuck my tight little pussy. I want you to cum in me. Cum in my pussy dad. Fuck me with that big fucking cock of yours. Make me cum!! Oh fuck yes!!! Pound my fucking cunt! I'm fucking gonna cum!!! Fuck me harder!! Yes....yes...yes.....I'm cumming.....Ohhhhhhhhhh FUCK!!!!"

Hearing Jo cumming set me off as Brad continued to fuck my cunt with longer and harder strokes. In a matter of a few moments Jo and I were cumming and screaming in unison. Just then Jim's orgasm started to build as he responded to Jo's urges to fuck her.


"Damn what a tight pussy you have. Oh fuck yes, Jo....I'm gonna fuck your tight little cunt and cum deep in you. Take my cock as deep as you can little girl. Fuck you daddy's big cock.......take my cum baby.... fuck me."

Just as my orgasm started to subside it started again as I felt Brad start to increase his speed and start to fuck me harder. "Oh fuck mom your good. Your pussy is so fucking tight. You're making me cum again!!!"

Just like that Brad started to cum in his mother's cunt and I started cumming again. Within minutes all four of us were fucking cumming together. 

Later as all of us were lying on the bed together talking about what had just happened we decided that this was the best way a close family could become a very close family. 

With that Jo reached over to Brad and started stroking his cock but that's another story......



Learning a Little Restraint



Nick finally got Jess back to his hotel room. Since she had moved, it had been too long since they'd been together, but they still spent some of the day walking around town, getting lunch, talking, getting reacquainted.

Jess hopped on the bed and patted it, looking to Nick, expectantly. He sat next to her, pulled her close and kissed her, deeply. He ran his hands through her hair while kissing her lips, her neck and then looked into her eyes.

"Are you going to just look at me all day, or are you going to fuck me?" Jess asked.

"Oh, I see. Can't wait any more, hmmm?"

"No, it's been months and I think we've waited long enough!"

Nick didn't exactly disagree with that thought, but then he'd been extremely patient. He wasn't incapable of waiting a bit longer and that thought sparked an idea. . .

"Did you bring your cuffs with you?" Nick asked?

"I grabbed a few things for the weekend that I thought we could try."

"Get them."

Jess proceeded to get the restraints from her bag and handed them to Nick. He put them on the bed and started kissing her, again running his hands through her hair. He slid one hand down to her breasts, feeling her nipples harden at his touch. He undressed her, slowly, removing her top first, then her jeans while sucking on one of her nipples. He took a moment to admire the fine job of shaving she'd done between her legs.

"Lie on the bed," Nick directed.

Jess did, and Nick applied the restraints, cuffing her hands to the headboard first, then cuffing each leg to the bed, leaving her spread-eagle, but with enough room so that he could prop her head up on a pillow.

"Oooo," Jess moaned, as Nick started to undress. However, he only removed his pants and underwear, leaving his shirt on. He straddled her chest so that the tip of his cock touched her lips. She stuck out her tongue, licking the tip, then moving to take the whole head in her mouth.

Nick started to slowly move his hips, back and forth, fucking Jess's mouth. Jess indicated she was comfortable and he increased the tempo and the depth of his strokes. Soon, Nick had his whole prick in Jess' mouth, the head deep in her throat. Jess moaned with each thrust and flicked her tongue against the tip on the backstrokes. Nick's tempo increased as did Jess' fervor and the pressure she applied to Nick's cock with her tongue. Soon, he tensed, and with one last thrust, came in her throat. As Nick tried to pull out, Jess caught the head of his dick and sucked the last bit of cum from him.

"Hmmmmmm," Nick said, "I've been waiting to do that for a long time."

"Me, too," Jess added.

"But. . ."

"But?"

"But you need to learn a little more patience," Nick finished. He got up and started pulling on his clothes.

Jess looked a little confused. "Where do you think you're going?"

"As I said, you need to learn some patience, and I want to catch the baseball game on TV." With that, he got up and headed into the living area of the suite and turned on the television and finding the local broadcast.

Jess started to feel a little panicked. "You son of a bitch! Get back here!" She continued shouting at Nick. She could see him, through the bedroom door, ignoring her. She started to get angry, now. "Come in here and let me go if this is how you're going to be!"

Nick got up and closed the door to the bedroom. "I'll be back," he called to her, and headed to the lobby. It was a local team, so they were sure to have the game on down there for the staff on duty to watch.

* * * * * 

Nick let an hour go by before returning. Jess looked up at him, but didn't say anything. He couldn't quite read her eyes, but he was sure that she wasn't angry anymore. He slid a hand up her thigh, felt how wet she was between her legs and chuckled.

Nick quickly shed his clothes and got between Jess' legs. He started licking the outer lips of her pussy and worked up to the top, sometimes sucking the inner lips into his mouth. Using one hand, her spread her lip and exposed her clit, then reached his tongue out to touch it. Her back arched at the contact. "Finally," she sighed.

From that point forward, there was no subtlety to Nick's actions. He sucked Jess' clit into his mouth and tongued it with enthusiasm. Jess' moans and cries of ecstasy were louder than he remembered. He slid a finger, then two inside her pussy. He could feel her clench and releasing. Nick noticed the increased strength with each squeeze and doubled his efforts on her clit and inside her. As he moved his fingers in and out, he could feel her come. Then he increased the pressure from his tongue and she bucked against the restraints, only able to move her arms and legs just a little.

Nick moved up to kiss Jess, stopping at her breasts to treat her nipples to treatment similar to that he had given her clit. Again he ran his hands through her hair while kissing her mouth. Their tongues touching and caressing. With a quick thrust, he was inside her. She came immediately, moaning at the suddenness of her orgasm. He thrust into her quickly, strongly. Again, Jess had to fight against her restraints to move the way her body wanted to.

Nick reached over to one hand, and then the other, releasing the restraints. Jess curled her arm around him, then dragged her nails across his back to hold on to his shoulders as he moved inside her. He kissed her one more time, then said, "I love you," and pulled out of her. He removed the restraints from her ankles. "But right now, I'm going to fuck you. Get on your knees."

Jess complied, turning her back to Nick so he could take her from behind. Again, he thrust into her completely with one stroke. Soon he was slamming into her, as hard and as fast as he could. Her screams louder than before, her ecstasy greater. He could feel her pussy trying to keep him deep inside her. He continued to fuck her as hard as he could. Finally, Nick couldn't hold back any longer. With almost a roar, he came inside her. Jess came as well, screaming into the pillow.

* * * * *

Later, as they lay in each other's arms, Jess said, "I knew you'd come back. I was pissed, but I knew you'd come back and redeem yourself."

"Yes," Nick replied, "and I think you've learned the value of restraint. But, you've only received a fraction of your reward."

As Nick's hand found Jess's clit, she gasped then reached down to feel Nick's hard cock. "Oh, my, but I do like rewards. Now get that over here and fuck me. . ."



Learning a Trade



I came out of the shower and looked at myself critically in the mirror. I was 29 years old, typically Jewish, though perhaps I could pass for Italian or Spanish extraction with my black hair, brown eyes, and sharp facial features. 5' 3". My breasts sagged a bit. Still nice, but no longer the pert tits they had been 10 years ago. I had a trim waist even though the hips spread a little too much.

I turned to the side and looked at my ass. Still a nice ass, I thought, if a bit broader than it had once been. Everything would look better if I lost five pounds. Okay, ten. Diet time for sure. Nonetheless, I was not unattractive. I should state that more positively. I was attractive. I still had great legs, my best feature. 

Why, then, was Larry so uninterested? We had been married for six years. For the first year or two, sex had been good, but it had tapered off. I expected that, but I didn't expect the taper to go quite so far. We had not had sex in four months.

We were just too used to each other. There didn't seem to be any passion left. I had hoped to respark something on this trip. I looked again in the mirror at my thick black bush. Maybe I should shave my pussy. I grinned. That would give him something new to look at.

Larry's law firm had sent him to Florida to do the ground work for their client's purchase of a Florida company. When I had said I wanted to come, he had cautioned me that this would be a working trip and that he would be very busy. I knew that, but still, a week in Florida -- warm evenings, palm trees, tropical breezes-- ought to let me entice him back into some romance, and into starting a family.

I put on the black bra and the lace trimmed black panties I had bought at Victoria's Secret. Did the way they were cut in a "V" in front emphasize my tummy too much? I decided they would work, and pulled out the spaghetti strap black cocktail dress from the closet. I would be sleek and slinky tonight. I looked in the mirror again. I would be more sleek and slinky, if I could lose those ten pounds. Maybe even fifteen for "slinky".

Every time I had tried to talk to Larry about having kids for the last few years he had seemed receptive, but, "let's talk about it later". Later never seemed to come. My biological clock was ticking. My parents had already made some pointed remarks about grandchildren. His parents had done the same, with his mother in that indirect but oh-so-intrusive manner trying to ask whether there was some problem. There was a problem. Her son wasn't interested in bedding his bride. No sex, no baby.

I slipped on the black cocktail dress, and carefully made up my face. Maybe the problem was me. I had bought and read a book on sex my sister had recommended. I finished it feeling like a sixth grader. I had not known half the things in the book. Well, I knew about them now. I stopped for a moment and squeezed my inner muscles ten times. Three months of doing kegels made it almost automatic. Larry would be in for a surprise the next time he had his cock in me. That should be tonight, I thought, recalculating the days from my last period. Tomorrow night for sure. 

I had gone off the pill two months ago. I am not sure it even registered on him. I wondered if he would notice if I kept my legs elevated for a half hour after we made love. Probably wouldn't, I thought. He'd race off to take a shower like he always did. Am I that uninteresting? I wondered if some of the other things in the book would work on Larry. Would he like it if I talked dirty? Could I bring myself to talk dirty? It would certainly shock him. Me too.

I pulled out stockings to put on. Damn, my legs needed shaving again. I looked at the clock. No time to shave my legs.

Maybe things would have been different if I had kept my job. When we married I was working for an insurance company. I was pretty low on the totem pole. I didn't make much money, but with time I would have worked my way up. We could use the money. Larry had been insistent that I stop working. He didn't think it was good for his image at the law firm. I quit two years after we married. If the law firm wanted that image, that was fine, but then they should pay Larry more.

He thought he would make partner last year, and the year before, but he hadn't. Maybe this year and this deal would do it. I really shouldn't complain. We did all right financially. We just had to watch what we spent. Larry wasn't very good at watching what he spent. I think he took over the finances and paid the bills so I wouldn't know what he spent. 

Still, I had enjoyed working. It was nice to have people recognize that you were more than a bubblehead. Earning the money made me feel like I was worth something. A couple of times some of the males in the office had flirted with me. Nothing serious, but it was a boost to a lady's morale.

Nobody had flirted with me in years. No sex appeal, I guess.

My sister was two years older and to hear her tell it, every man that came with 10 feet of her was hitting on her. I wonder if she was telling the truth. She did have a sort of easy way with men, and they responded to it. I remembered that at our cousin's wedding she had ended up with three men surrounding her, while I talked about landscaping with her boring husband. I snagged a run in one of the stockings, cursed, and rooted around in the suitcase to get another.

My sister thought Larry was having an affair. I didn't think so, but I wasn't sure. I worried when he worked late. His secretary seemed like just the sort that would have an affair with her boss. Blonde hair from a bottle, and she needed to gain ten pounds rather than lose any. She walked like a model, with her pelvis canting from side to side. She ought to have a drum playing when she walked. Boom, bam, boom, bam... I stood up. Experimentally, I tried walking with my hip cocking from side to side. I snorted at the image in the mirror. It looked like I needed to go to the bathroom badly. 

I wondered how I would look as a blonde. For the umpteenth time I decided I would look like corroded brass. Blonde just wouldn't go with my skin tone. Maybe subtle auburn highlights in my hair, or perhaps if I frosted it? I'd ask Susie what she thought the next time she cut my hair.

Dinner that evening was with two of the accountants from the company. The men talked about tax structuring. Every dinner since we had arrived in Florida had been with somebody from the company. After dinner one of the them handed Larry a file folder.

When we got back to the motel, Larry walked in, took off his suit jacket, sat down at the little table in the motel room, and started looking at the papers in the folder. Thirty minutes later I fixed two drinks from the mini-bar, walked over and put one in front of Larry. Then I massaged his shoulders for a minute, bent down, and kissed the back of his neck.

"Thanks. But not now. I have to get these read and marked up."

I don't think that it was the brush off, so much as the way he did it, without even taking his attention off the papers. I was nothing, just an anonymous annoyance. Refusing my attentions was like saying he didn't want cream in his coffee. I tore into him. He snarled back, probably because he had been working so hard. In half an hour I was lying well over on my bed, my back to Larry, sniffling.

I wondered if he still loved me at all. At least he had promised to come back early tomorrow. We would have an evening together, just the two of us. Maybe we could have a nice dinner and walk on the beach. I thought how romantic it would be if we conceived a child on the beach. Romantic, but not very realistic. If I didn't have enough sex appeal to have Larry even look up at me, I doubted that he would risk getting sand in his swim suit.

The next morning, I shaved my legs, and went shopping. I found a nice little "Florida" outfit. "Little" was probably the operative word. It was downright skimpy. The white shorts were an inch longer than my crotch, and the lime green blouse had a deep "V" neckline. I worried that it would look like I was trying to be a teenager, but the sales girl talked me into it. I decided that in Florida it was obligatory to show a lot of skin. Besides, my legs were my best feature. The shorts certainly showed them off.

Maybe if I could get a little attention from other men, it would wake Larry up to his wife's charms. The shorts and blouse were not expensive, but I also bought a pair of wedge heel sandals with cute little seashells on the strap that went perfectly. They cost way more than sandals should. Well, Larry wouldn't see the Visa bill till the end of the month.

I took a nap when I got back to the hotel room. I was hungry, but decided I would skip lunch. The diet, I thought, starts now. A beauty sleep would be a lot better for me than lunch anyway.

At 2:00 I woke up to the phone. It was Larry. Something had come up about one of the branches offices 150 miles up the coast. He and one of the vice presidents were going to drive up there, have dinner with the manager, and he wouldn't be back till late, no need for me to stay up. "Sorry, hon. We'll just reschedule our little dinner for two for tomorrow night. No, wait, we are having dinner with the directors then. Friday night might work though."

I didn't argue with him. I didn't tell him of the time of the month. I didn't mention his now broken promise. I just said "fine", hung up, rolled over and burst into tears. I cried for the next half hour. I didn't know what I could do with him. It all seemed hopeless. I fell asleep.

I woke up at 7:30 with my stomach growling. I didn't want to get dressed and go to the dining room. I decided to go down to the pool and have a drink and a sandwich, a low cal sandwich, or maybe a fruit salad. My stomach growled again. It wanted a cheeseburger and fries.

I put on the new white shorts and the top. My tanned legs, I decided again, looked good in the shorts and the sandals. I looked at myself in the mirror. A little too "hot", I thought. I turned to the side and got a glimpse of tit. Maybe way too "hot". I substituted a brown floral blouse with a collar. I unbuttoned the top three buttons of the floral blouse in tribute to the plunging neckline top I was too shy to wear. My gold loop earrings went nicely with it. Good enough for the pool, I thought. I slipped my murder mystery in my purse and headed for the elevator.

The bar that opened out to the pool was crowded. All the tables in the pool area had been turned on their sides, a not so subtle way of saying that there was no more pool side service for the evening. The motel mostly catered to businessmen. They had been augmented in the bar by a group of locals. The locals apparently had stopped by for happy hour and stayed.

I sat down at the bar and ordered a pina colada. It tasted good. I wondered how many calories the pina colada had. Lots, I was sure. I had better skip the mayo on the turkey sandwich. When I asked the bar tender for the menu he informed me that they were short on help and had stopped serving food in the bar for the evening. I compromised on a second pina colada.

Across from me I had noticed a brunette perhaps 25 years old in shorts and halter top. Her legs were crossed and she was sitting sideways. She had been at the bar for about 10 minutes when one of the businessmen, in his fifties maybe, overweight, talked with her for a moment. They walked out together. I thought that they must know each other. They seemed a strange couple.

I ordered another pina colada and decided to forego anything else. I was a little tiddly. Up to the room for some TV, bed, and maybe some more crying seemed like a good idea. Since I skipped dinner I wondered whether I would be able to see any difference in the mirror. Not after three gazillion pina colada calories, I decided.

Another woman sat down at the bar, a young blonde, dressed in a short denim skirt, a tank top and deep red sandals. In a few minutes a man talked briefly with her. She shook her head. He left. Another man came up and spoke with her. She got up, leaving half of her drink, and went with him. Suddenly, I realized what I was seeing. These were prostitutes. I couldn't believe it. This had seemed like a respectable high end motel. The more I thought about it, the surer I was that they were prostitutes.

I wondered how much they were paid, and how many customers they had in a day. They didn't really seem tawdry as I had imagined a prostitute would. If I had worn the top with the plunging neckline, I wouldn't be dressed any more revealingly than they were. Maybe fashions had changed so all women seemed like prostitutes. The blonde had been there four minutes and two men had solicited her. Maybe, I thought, I should start wearing red sandals.

I finished the third pina colada. The bar tender noticed my empty glass and raised his eyebrow. I nodded, and he put a fourth pina colada in front of me. I knew I shouldn't drink this one, but I was soon sipping away at it and chomping on the basket of pretzels the bartender had brought over. Four gazillion pina colada calories and a few hundred in pretzels, and was that, yes, yes, it was, nuts mixed in with the pretzels. I rooted around in the nuts at the bottom of the basket, treasuring the occasional cashew.

The oh-so-efficient bartender noticed my rooting. He brought me a new basket and one final pina colada. I carefully paced the pina colada and the nuts so they would end at the same time. When I finished I was going up to bed. With this many drinks in me, I probably wouldn't even need to cry to get to sleep.

"Hey, there. You are looking good this evening"

The voice had a Southern accent to it, but more like Texas than Florida. The man was probably in his mid forties, tall, brown eyes, with a little grey in his light brown hair. He was wearing a light sports jacket over a dark knit shirt. He had slipped in between me and the next bar stool.

"Thanks." I couldn't think of what else to say. I was fuzzy. I knew it was time for me to go up to the room.

"Would $100 be enough for an hour of your time?"

I was confused. I didn't know what he meant. Then suddenly it dawned on me. He thought I was a prostitute. He was offering me a hundred dollars to go with him. My God, a hundred dollars. I had no idea prostitutes made that much. I had heard the phrase a "twenty dollar whore", but a hundred? How many customers would they go with in an evening? 

I didn't know whether to be insulted and angry, or to be complimented that he thought sex with me was worth a hundred dollars. I wished Larry were here to hear this. Larry would never believe I had been solicited as a "lady of the evening". A hundred dollars? It was exciting.

I heard a voice, that couldn't be mine, because I know I hadn't intended to say it, "Two hundred. Two hundred dollars."

The man paused for just a second, and glanced at my legs.

"Alright, little lady. Two hundred it is. You look more than two hundred dollars worth of sexy."

He couldn't have said anything nicer. He thought I was worth two hundred dollars for an hour's romp in bed. Two hundred dollars of "sexy". Next time I ought to tell Larry the price was $200. No, $300 for Larry, because Larry was a difficult customer. I wondered how much the blonde had been offered. I grinned. Bet she hadn't been able to get a two hundred dollar offer.

I started to get up and tell the gentleman, that much as I appreciated his offer, I was not in the business. I was definitely woozy. I had not realized how big an impression on me the five pina coladas had made. The bar stool was on a little platform. One foot went over the edge, and I started to fall.

"Whoa", I felt two strong arms grab me, and lift me back up. "That step is a killer. Here, here is your purse."

I took the purse, and he supported me with his arm as we walked out and over to the elevators. I welcomed the support. 

There were people in the lobby around the elevator. I would tell him that he had made a mistake when we got on the elevator. It sure wasn't the sort of thing to say in front of others. I hoped there wouldn't be a problem. He seemed polite. I didn't think there would be one. His arm felt good around my waist. He smelled faintly of some sort of aftershave.

We stepped onto the elevator. He punched a button. I turned to tell him. A Spanish looking waiter with a cart got onto the elevator. We waited in silence. The bell on the elevator rang and the doors opened. He walked me two doors down the hall, his arm down low around my waist. When he got out his key and put it in the lock, I knew I had to say something. This had gone way too far. How should I put this? He spoke first.

"Most women don't look better in the light, but you sure do. You're beautiful."

He leaned over and kissed me. At first gently, and then firmly. His arms pulled me up against him. He had a little bit of a gut, but I could feel that he was muscular when I put my arms on his. I kissed him back. He tasted a little bit of beer. I liked the firm way he held me. The kiss lengthened, and turned sexy. It made me feel good. Nervous, very nervous, but good.

He spoke, "That was a nice kiss. Its been a long time since I have had a kiss that nice."

He kissed me again. I let him. I kissed him back. I felt his tongue press against my lips. I tongued him back. I actually pressed my belly against him, feeling his cock. I rubbed against him a little bit. I wanted to make him hard. I wanted him to want me. I wanted to be sexy. No shame. I would tell him that this was a mistake in just a moment.

He gently led me into his room, closed the door, and we kissed once more. This time his hands were rubbing on my ass, pulling me up against him. I could feel his hardening cock distinctly, and I rubbed against it more. I realized with a little shock that I was turned on. I could feel my nipples tightening, connected by a little tendril of feeling to a similar tightening down in my belly. I suspected I was getting moist. 

I had to tell him that this was enough, that I was here under false pretenses, but he was still kissing me and I was kissing him back. I found the thought that he would pay me two hundred dollars to sleep with him very exciting. I found his hardening cock very exciting. His hands rubbing my ass were exciting. The kisses were exciting. Whoa. This needed to end, now, I thought.

He stopped for a moment, drew his head back and looked at me. Not at my body, but at my face. He had a little mole on his cheek and those nice brown eyes, and his warm hands were on my rear.

"Wow, I think I hit the jackpot. You are one beautiful, sexy lady. Gorgeous." 

I said nothing but the compliment warmed me. We kissed again, nicely. Then we kissed passionately, tonguing each other again, with him holding me against him, his hand still rubbing my ass. It felt good.

My hand slid up under his jacket and and onto his back. He kissed me more, his tongue pushing inside me, and my tongue meeting it. I didn't resist as he pulled me firmly against him. I could feel his cock pressing against my belly. It was hard and big, and erect. I had made it that way. With just kisses and my clothes still on. I thought briefly of my sister. I wondered if she could arouse a man this easily.

His hand rose up to the outside of my blouse and onto the edge of my breast. I turned slightly so that it came onto the front of my breast. I could feel it press and rub, and my nipple tighten. He was kissing me still.

His hand rubbed my breast more. He wasn't groping me. He was caressing my breast, and I welcomed it. I was sure I could feel my pussy getting wet. His hand brushed my hair back and he looked at me, then kissed me again, his hand still on my breast.

I think I decided then. I was going to have sex with this man. The alcohol let my arousal decide. I had no thought of Larry or my marriage, just that this man thought I was beautiful and wanted me. I wanted him.




Learning a Trade



Suddenly I was very nervous. He thought he had hired an expensive professional prostitute. I wouldn't know what to do. We kissed deeply and pressed against each other, his hands holding me against him.

I stepped back and looked at him and his nice brown eyes. He smiled warmly at me. I slid my hands back on his shoulders and slipped his jacket off. I went two steps over to hang it neatly over the back of the chair. When I looked at him he was looking at me. I loved the way his expression told me that he liked what he saw.

I moved back and kissed him again. My hands went to his belt buckle and I unbuckled it, and unhooked his pants. The zipper made a very loud sound, and then my hand was on his cock, grasping it, and sliding back and forth on it. His pants dropped to his feet. He stood back and quickly pulled his shirt over his head, Then he lifted one leg at a time to slip off pants, shoes and socks.

When he straightened his cock was sticking out of the fly of his shorts. It seemed no longer than Larry's, but much bigger around. I pushed at the waistband of his shorts, and he slipped them off.

He was naked with his cock jutting out. I noticed that he had gray hairs among his dark brown pubic hairs."Salt and pepper" pubic hair, I thought. I almost giggled.

I was standing in a stranger's room, fully dressed, and I had just undressed him. I should feel embarrassed. It should feel very wrong. It didn't. I felt turned on, and a little proud of myself. I was able to do this, and it surprised me. I teetered a little bit, the pina coladas disturbing my balance.

He stepped up to me and kissed me. My hand brazenly went to his cock again, grasped it and started almost automatically sliding back and forth on it. It felt hot and big. His fingers fumbled at the buttons of my blouse.

I stepped back and he stared at my body, looking first at my breasts and then down to my hips, and legs. I let him look. My reaction was unexpected. It didn't embarrass me to be looked at like that. It excited me. I stood up straight so my breasts were higher.

His pants were on the floor in a heap. I picked up his pants, straightened, and carefully hung them on the back of the chair, conscious of showing him my rear when I bent over. Suddenly I realized what I was doing. I almost burst out laughing. I was supposed to be a whore and I was making sure his pants didn't get wrinkled. My God, girl, act like a whore, not a housewife.

I reached up and finished unbuttoning the print blouse. I didn't make a "strip show" of it. I doubted that I could. But I unbuttoned it slowly while he watched. I slipped it off, and quickly unhooked my bra, and removed it.

My nipples were hard. They got even harder as he looked at my breasts. I liked the way he looked at them. He didn't seem to care if they sagged a little.

I moved more slowly, unbuttoning and then unzipping the shorts. I wished I had my Victoria Secret underwear on instead of the plain cotton panties. I slid my shorts off, slid off my panties, and my sandals. I stood nude and nervous in front of him. My hands were down at my sides, not covering me. I was very aware of my bush.

He looked at my face and smiled. "You are about the prettiest, sexist woman I have seen."

It was just the thing for him to say. I moved towards him. The pina coladas caused me to stumble a little bit. He immediately steadied me and then lowered me back so I sat on the bed in front of him. He moved in front of me. His cock was just a few inches in front of my face, pointing at me. 

I knew that he wanted me to suck it. I was worried. When I was a sophomore in college, I had masturbated a boy in the front seat of a car. He had pulled my head down for me to suck him. As I got my nerve up to do it, my hand still on his cock, he had ejaculated. He had gotten semen in my hair. That was the extent of my experience giving blow jobs.

I remembered the book on sex my sister had given me. I gently lifted my hand to his cock, leaned forward, and breathed on it. The book had repeatedly emphasized that the most sensitive sex organ was the mind. Make eye contact. Make him know that you are aroused. Compliment him. Let him know that he is turning you on. Talk dirty. It's not so much what you do, as how you do it.

I leaned forward, licked it lightly, and then moved my lips over it. It tasted just a little salty. I looked up at him and moved my head back and forth, sucking lightly at his cock, still looking at him. He moaned a little bit, reached down and stroked my hair back. I liked the way he looked at my eyes, concentrating on me.

I wrapped my hand around his cock and gently pulled at it while I sucked on it. I slurped my tongue around the head. I could feel it get even harder. Maybe it was a bit longer than Larry's.

I started to bob back and forth on it. He reached down and pushed my hair back more so he could see me do it. I looked up at him, pulled back and lightly touched my tongue to his glans while staring at him, teasing him. He smiled. 

I went back onto it, this time moving my head determinedly and sucking, pulling at it with my hand at the same time. I hoped I was doing it right. He was starting to move a little bit. I slid my mouth forward on it as far I could, pressed against it with my tongue, and pulled back slowly, sucking hard. He made a little noise and pushed forward.

I did it again, looking up at him, and then started moving firmly back and forth on it. He moved against me. He seemed very turned on. I wondered if he might ejaculate in my mouth. I didn't know what I would do if he did. I didn't think I could swallow it.

Suddenly he stepped back. His hands came down and he pushed me back on the bed. I squirmed up so that my head was on the pillow and there was room for him. I was scared. I had never made love to anyone but Larry. I wasn't sure what to do.

He lay down next to me, and looked at my face for a moment. I licked my lips nervously. His head went down and he very gently blew on my nipple. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Then I pushed my chest up so his lips came down on my nipple. He gently played with it, running his tongue on it, then nibbling it. It was wonderful. I put my hand down on his prick and rubbed it.

I could feel my pussy getting moister. When he stopped for a moment, I shifted and pulled his head down onto my other breast. I wanted to put a hand down to my pussy and rub. I was turned on. I wanted him. 

He kissed my other breast and sucked gently on the nipple. I pulled at his head, conveying that I didn't need the "gently". He responded, sucking firmly. Each time he did, I could feel a hollowness between my legs, and my pussy getting still wetter.

Then he kissed my sternum, and my stomach. I panicked a little bit as he kissed lower and lower. No one had ever kissed me down there. I held my legs together, conscious of my hairy bush, the wetness. I was scared.

"Be a whore" I told myself. 

I reached down with my hands, grasped my knees, and spread my legs open. Wide open. He looked down. I felt like he was looking right up into me. I wished that I had trimmed my pubic hair like my sister said she did. My bush was tight and compact, but it was very dense with coal black hair. Really furry. Sexy women didn't have much hair down there. I did. What would he think?

"You're beautiful." he said.

I almost purred. 

He leaned down and blew on my lips. I giggled. A moment later I stopped as I felt him lightly kiss me, then slide his tongue on the outside of my slit. He kissed me firmly right over my clit. I could feel it lengthen.

He licked the end. I moved my hips, pressing against him. He pressed his lips on it, licked, and I jerked, then jerked again as he pressed his tongue on it.

We started a rhythm, he licking at my clit as my hips pumped, almost on their own. It was very arousing. I was getting so wet I was afraid I would turn him off. I felt a little dribble of moisture below my pussy. I could feel my vagina opening up, the lips pulling back. He licked up into it. I was getting very turned on. I wanted to be filled.

I reached down and gently pulled at his head. I braced myself and said,

"I want your cock in me. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me with your cock. "

That was talking dirty just like the book said. But I suspect that the effect was somewhat ruined because I could feel myself blushing. Without the pina coladas I don't think I could have said it. Whores might talk that way. I never had. Strangely though, it was a turn on for me to say that. I really did want his cock in me.

I was also scared. How did a $200 dollar whore fuck?

He shifted , moving to get on top of me. I reached down with my hands, and pulled his cock against me, angling it into position. It touched my clit, and my hips moved, rubbing it against my clit, rubbing up and down so it slid between my lips.

He leaned down and kissed me. I felt his cock pushing farther down and then entering me. It started in smoothly, slightly stretching me. I cocked my hips up to take him in, It slid deeply into me. He felt as if he were much, much bigger than Larry. I could feel myself accommodating him. Thank God I was soaking wet.

I looked down. I could see his salt and pepper pube and his thick cock in me. When he pushed all the way in, his pubic bone pressed gently against my clit, and I shuddered a little bit. I couldn't believe I had this man inside me. I looked up at him. His big brown eyes were looking down at me.

"Nice fit." he said.

It was. I started to move my hips. I hoped whores fucked like everybody else, because that was how I was fucking. We settled into a rhythm. My legs were wrapped around him. I could feel my heels on the backs of his thighs. I pulled against him as he pushed in.

Each time he came all the way in I could feel his pubic bone press against my clit. Again and again. We moved with each other. I started to tense up a bit, and he began to move faster, pushing his prick into me harder. 

My breasts felt big and swollen, the nipples, hard rods in them. I wanted to pull at them. His cock seemed to be going farther into me, and I changed the angle of my hips to get him still deeper. It was just right.

I locked my eyes on his. Nice warm eyes focused on me. I heard myself gasping a little bit. He was pushing in hard. 

I could feel myself tensing more, and then a bit more each time he pushed into me. My heels were really pulling at him now. I wanted him way up in me. I could feel myself tightening around him. 

My cunt felt swollen, muscular, the mouth open to his prick. I was getting close. I could feel him pressing against my clit each time he pushed in. It was so good. I wanted to scream each time he pushed in, but I just made a little gasp each time.

The first spasm started. I dug my fingernails into his back and closed my eyes as I tensed up, concentrating on the feeling of his cock in me. He pressed deep into me and I pulled at him. I could feel my cunt contracting. I jerked hard, my hips lifting him up. I was all cunt. This was what I had wanted and needed. 

I felt the orgasm wave through me again, and again, and yet again, and yet again, till everything turned tender and soft. I fell back, feeling my cunt still lightly grasping at his cock, little pulses still going through it.

My eyes opened and I looked at him. He was looking down at me, smiling. He pressed his cock in hard, still insistent. Still coupled with me. Some whore I was. I was spent, and he was still turned on.

"Oh God. I should pay you the two hundred dollars." I murmured.

We both started laughing. His cock was way up me, and we were laughing. I could feel it jerk in me as he laughed. It was a delicious feeling. It felt like part of me. 

He was a good laugher, open and honest about it. I pulled his head down and kissed him, and I squeezed his cock once lightly with my muscles. We kissed again, and he gently brushed my cheeks and my eyelids with his lips. I was limp, completed, a feeling I had almost never had with Larry. I savored the moment.

When we stopped kissing, I looked up at him, and I started moving my hips again, this time squeezing him hard as I pulled down his cock, showing off hours of practicing kegels. He soon picked up the motion.

I was determined to be the best fuck he had ever had. I stared into his eyes as we fucked, and I tensed my cunt muscles each time he pulled back. I was milking him. I stared into his eyes, licked my lips, thought of the book, and started talking dirty again.

"Fuck me. Push that big, hard cock up into me. Fuck it into me. I want it to fuck me. Hard."

My eyes were wide open, staring at him, as I spoke, making him know that it was him I wanted. My hands moved up between us and stroked his chest and sides.

Talking dirty now seemed more natural. I wasn't blushing any more. I wanted to turn him on, to feel him push into me. A drop of his sweat fell on my breast.

"Come on. Do it to me. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt." 

The dirty talk was exciting him and exciting me. I felt totally abandoned, all sex. I wanted him way inside me. I wanted to make him come.

His nipple was hard, and I put a hand on each of his nipples and lightly pinched them. He gasped and shoved into me hard. I clenched my muscles on his prick, trying unavailingly to hold it deep in me.

Now I was pinching his nipples each time he pushed into me. He was more arched, and his prick felt harder, bigger. I was getting turned on too. I pulled at him with my heels, then opened my legs out, giving him full access. He moved faster, and I kept pace with him. I wanted him to come ino me. 

I started talking dirty more. I spoke in time to his thrusts, no longer thinking about what I was saying, clutching at him with my cunt, squeezing his nipples.

"Come on. I want your come. I want you to shoot your come in me. Come on. Shoot it in me. Come in me. Stick your prick way up me. That's it. Deep. It feels so big. I want it. Do it in my cunt. Do it. Do it. Fuck me. Come in me."

His strokes into me were hard, almost painful. My hips pumped at him. I knew he was tensing up and about to come. I stared into his eyes. His face muscles were tight. I started to milk at him with my cunt again, then just held it squeezed hard as he reared up, and rammed into me repeatedly.

He moaned, his face grimaced, his eyes still locked on mine. He thrust hard and held it.

I could feel him come. I never had felt it before with Larry, but I could feel his cock head pushing way up inside me and a wet warmth spreading. He actually throbbed. It was immensely exciting. I could feel this man coming in me. I pulled him in tight with my legs, he pulled back, pushed in again.

"That's it. Come in me. I want every drop. Every drop." I did.

He jerked twice more and then relaxed on me. His head came down on my chest. I ran my hand through his hair. I could feel his wetness in me, and his cock slowly softening. I felt very, very lewd, and contented, and womanly. I knew that if we had kept fucking for a few more minutes I would have come again. I loved the feel of him, now relaxed, against me. 

He moved back, and his prick came out of me. I thought he would get up. Instead, he leaned over and kissed me again on the lips, tenderly, and looked directly into my eyes. 

"You, lady, are one hell of a lay.", he said.

I glowed.

Five minutes later I was out in the hall, my hair combed, $250 in my purse and a smile on my lips. I was well fucked, and I had fucked well. I was gratified. As I walked down in the hall towards the elevator, I gave my hips a little wiggle. Sexy lady. I pressed the button. Then I felt a glop of his semen ooze out of my pussy into my panties.

Then it hit me. Oh, God. I had just fucked an absolute stranger. With no protection. No rubber. No pill. Nothing. I was fertile as could be. Oh God. Those goddamn pina coladas. I didn't even know his name. I had let him come in me. I told him to. I demanded it. Oh shit, shit, shit. His sperm were wiggling inside me right now. God.

He seemed clean and straight. Not the sort of man to have diseases. If he had a disease, would I have seen something on his cock? Sis would know. Whoa, better not ask her. But, oh shit, I remembered his sperm shooting into me. God, it had been good. Right up into my womb with me urging him on, making him do it. I had been pulling it out of him, sucking it into me. 

My mind recalled his face. Brown eyes, brown hair, not too obviously different from Larry. Somehow I would have to get Larry to fuck me Friday night. Larry wouldn't know my exact timing. He would think any baby was his. I wondered if it was too late to douche.

And if I couldn't get Larry to fuck me? Maybe I wasn't pregnant. Anyway, I had $250 dollars. An abortion cost what, $750 or a $1000? I could earn what I needed. Easily.

The elevator bell rang and I got on. I could get the money. I knew a trade now. 



Learning About A Man



Just to put things in perspective, I am a Doctor, female, 51. I am way too thin and know it, I am working on that. I recently lost my husband, known to some of you as "Magichands". I will say only that I had 20 years of complete happiness with this fine and gentle man.

I have suffered from episodes of depression for many years, only recently when it became obvious was it diagnosed. Ted's death tore me apart, I just spiraled down and down. Then somehow I started to write it all down. It became almost like therapy, my own words let me analyze myself. Say what you will about this, Ted encourages me, he is right here, all the time. I feel that.

The old saying is, "Physician heal thyself!" This is harder than it sounds, like all of us, we deny the signs.

So I go on, hoping it helps me, and if it helps someone else to have the courage to try, that is wonderful.

I recently met a man in Reno, quite a guy. Wealthy, position of importance, and he knows how to treat a lady, which I tried very hard to be.

I will concede that many times if someone saw me, they would think I was not really a lady.

Ted, my man, rests now in my living room. Sometimes he invades my head, but only when it suits him, like always.

One might think my dating so early is terrible, and my Mother, who I lost just months ago also, would agree.

But all are wrong, Ted tried very hard to find a kind man to take his place. The problem is, he never realized just how special he was.

He thought a good man who was kind to me and could provide would do, it would not! I need a MAN, one who takes charge of me and drives me into a corner of my mind, no escape, just him, the moment, and what he does to me.

I have seen Ted do some things that are not exactly normal. In a physical situation with someone, he simply moved around and did enough to take control.

This was against large men who were trying to hurt him.

It was so easy for him, tiny motions, deceptions, quick little slaps with his fingers, they would fold. Usually without disruption or fanfare, often people standing nearby did not even notice.

I did.

Ted was big and strong, too. Just 220#, he pushed 320 pounds on the bench press he kept in our den, and often sat around lifting 20 pound barbells as he watched TV.

Yet he was a massage therapist and teacher as a profession, his hands as gentle as a child's when he wished. He looked at people with those eyes, and saw everything about them.

I wondered about his past sometimes, any questions were met with instant evasion. I mentioned that in one of my earlier stories, someone send feedback suggesting some contacts for me to find out.

I felt guilty but I did it.

The first came back stating "General discharge under honorable conditions" with no other information. 45 days of service. Discharged due to medical.

That wasn't right, and I knew it. So I tried again, invoked the freedom of information act, it was now a challenge.

Friday morning the packet arrived. I took the day off, it was huge. A lot of it was blacked out, but there was enough.

My late husband served as a weapon for his Nation for 5 years. That explained a lot about the way he was. Here was a man who sat on the porch in the spring and caught Hummingbirds with his bare hands, bringing them in to me to see.

I saw him one day, his right hand held out, bees covering his arm. He had spread honey and was feeding them, so he could watch.

Wild deer would eat sliced apples from his hands, I would step out to watch and they would vanish. Peeking out of the upstairs windows, I would watch them return, hesitant, then confidence building as his soft voice coaxed them, they were right back.

How could any man do these things?

Yet it was like this every day, normal. He was one, a part of everything around him. I knew now that he had been taught to be in the wild, to be a wild animal. They used him to kill, I suspect. Perhaps people who were percieved to be an enemy for some reason or another. I hope not, but I think that may be true. I also knew he had been made to do other terrible things, and this was part of why I found him on a street, a simple bum. Ted fought his own demons, he also suffered from episodes. Why didn't I ever recognize myself from his symptoms? I can't answer that, I don't know.

Bringing Ted back was almost like raising the child I never had, yet wanted desperately. Having a child is something only a woman can experience, simply surviving it would be enough for most males. I have had newborns drop in my hands, the mother screaming. Then the almost instant change as they realize it is over and what they have accomplished! Wonderful beyond belief, that moment. 

So as Ted grew back to normalcy, he became the man I fell in love with. He was also a lot like that child I never got to have, if that makes sense. I somehow had to make him come back to a real life, he just wanted to sit and die.

I know about Ted now. I also now know that he cannot be replaced, that was somehow peace to me. I spent so much time comparing, the goal was beyond possible. I think I had a part in the creation.

Jon, the man I met in Reno, was due in on Saturday. I wanted to meet him at the airport, I had it all planned right down to the shade of lipstick.

He emailed me to let me know he was flying in to Seattle to take care of some business with a client. Some High roller types that they actually send private jets for.

I was a bit upset, but I knew he was coming, that was fine.

He showed up an hour early, I heard the car in the drive. I looked out, a black limosine.

DAMN! Caught in a T-shirt and jeans, I almost panicked trying to fix my hair and get ready, too late. The knock on the door, I gave up and went to answer.

Here stood Jon, wearing a T-shirt and blue jeans, I couldn't help it I started laughing so hard I ended up gasping for breath.

He was showing concern and confusion at first, I finally got enough breath to admit to him how I wanted to be all dolled up when he arrived.

Jon just laughed and said he wasn't like that, and to relax. Then he kissed me, holding me wrapped up in his arms.

I looked over his shoulder at my husband, resting in the bronze vase by the wall. Not one word, not a peep.

I think he may approve.

Jon and I sat side by side and chatted, I had expected him to reach for me, he didn't.

We talked about everything, I showed him the documents I had just recieved. Jon read them, looked at me, said, "A bit frightening".

"Never to me"

Then Jon wanted to see some pictures, it hit me I had less than a dozen all told. I pulled them out, he looked at them. One in particular showed Ted standing with a bottle of water, the sun at his back, his upper body outlined. He was wearing just a pair of shorts, bare upper body. Just beginning to tip the bottle of water back, his chest and upper body show defined, powerful. It is a beautiful sight.

The picture showed clearly the man he was, down to the scars and bullet wounds he carried. In the photo he was 50, just the beginnings of a midriff, big without being overly developed.

It is hard to describe that picture, it is my favorite of him. Something about it showed him as being completely and totally in control of everything around him.

Jon noticed that, too.

"How do I match up to that?"

"You don't have to."

Jon looked at me. "Was I as good a lover as him?"

"You are different and good!"

"What is different?"

I thought hard on that question. "You don't own me yet." I told him.

"Can I?"

"Yes, maybe."

Finally he reached for me, another of those sessions of need, grabbing and almost fighting each other to give pleasure.

Jon spent the night in my bed, the same bed I had never in my entire life shared with any man but my husband. At 10 AM Sunday morning, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to a driver, picking Jon up to go home.

I spent the rest of the day alone, waiting for the darkness to come to me, waiting for needing to take my medication.

It is now nearly 11 PM, I am going to go to bed. I haven't needed medicine for 2 days now. The only reason I am online writing is because of the voice, Ted's voice. If I take the medicine I can't hear him. Well that isn't completely true, I still can but the words are like being off-channel, hard to understand. He knows, he stopped and waits until early mornings or when I am late with my pills. I like him talking to me, so I sometimes sit and wait for it.

"Go write it down." he said to me. No one needs to believe that, that is fine. It happens just to me.

Well, that isn't completely true. Sally, my close friend and supervisor at the Hospital was visiting one day to check up on me.

Ted said, "The lady needs to work out a bit!"

(Sally has an ample behind.)

Sally said, "What?"

"OOPS!" Ted said, and then silence.

Sally looked at me funny, I lied and said I didn't hear anything. She still had a puzzled look on her face when she left. Some things I haven't explained yet, things like that scare people.

I did as my man told me, he lives here now, he always will. I tried to explain it to Jon, and that Ted isn't jealous. Jon looked at me strangely but said nothing. 

In fact, Ted is happy and pleased for me. He loves me, I know this.

To some, I am crazy. To me, I am not. I live each day now to see what the day brings. I like being with Jon, I think he likes me. I even thought for a moment that I was in love, but I had had a few drinks about then, something I almost never do.

I am not dead yet, I have a life to live. Thank God I had a man strong enough to let me be a woman! He may be gone from this life but he is right here, watching over me.

I am completely at peace with that now.

Two days, no medicine, no dark times, no tears.

For those of you still in the dark, look outside, try. It is working for me.

Now I have a challenge. I must let Jon read my stories, then Ted's. At least the true ones, some are fantasies. He may be shocked and never want to see me again. I am ready for that if it happens. But it has to be done. My next trip can't be until March, I have a job, patients to see who need me. Perhaps Jon can come here, I don't know. We shall see.

Yes, I shall see.

Thanks to all of you who understand and offer support.

To the rest, as Sally says, "Fuck'em!"

LoL

Lee



Learning About Control & Myself



Loneliness sure can consume a person. My husband and I haven't has a sexual relationship in a very long time. He claims there is nothing wrong and that he just doesn't have the desire anymore. I have given up trying to make him want me, rejection really sucks!!

I have been on-line for about 3 and a half years. I was gun-shy with the conversation on-line but soon was into cybering with anyone that asked. Over the last year I have changed that to a select few that get the pleasure of my company. There is a man that has been my best friend on-line for about a year now. We didn't start to cyber with each other right away, we discovered a friendship that both David and I needed. One day the cybering happened with us and there was no going back.

Although the cybering was great, we decided to try the phone sex thing. I wanted to feel desired and know that I was turning David on as much as he turned me on. David would call me on Saturday's when he was on the road for work and my husband was working. It was great to have him wake me up. 

I was soon to discover that I was not able to have an orgasm when I wanted to. I would only be allowed to have one when I had David's permission to have one. I was to start calling David "Master" now. He was going to show me how to control my orgasms and to discover a new sexual me. 

After we said our good mornings to each other, My Master would always ask me, "How does your pussy taste?" As soon as I heard my Master's voice I was to taste my pussy so I could tell him how it tasted. If I failed to do this I would be punished in some way.

I would tell my Master that it tasted so yummy. I loved the way it tasted. I have always had the desire to be with a woman. 

My Master would tell me to get my toys out, which I always grabbed them when I heard his voice. He would tell me to put one of my toys in my hot pussy. I was required to keep my pussy shaved. I would spread my lips and slide the toy in my hot waiting pussy, slowly fucking my pussy while my Master told me he wished he was there to taste my pussy. 

I would get so hot and wet fucking my pussy and be on the verge of cumming and my Master would tell me to stop. He then told me to leave the toy in my pussy, letting it vibrate. Then he told me to finger my ass. At first I was afraid to do this, I had only been fucked in the ass once before. I remember that it hurt but was so pleasurable. I got some lotion and got my finger nice and wet, then slowly eased my finger in my ass. It hurt so bad the first time. I slowly fucked my ass till the pain had eased up. 

My Master told me he had to go but would call me back soon. I was told to continue fucking my pussy but that I could not cum.

I did as my Master told me, bringing myself so close to orgasm so many times but then stopping. Afraid of what the consequences may be if I disobeyed him. 

Soon my Master called back, I would ask him if I could cum and he would tell me "not yet."

He told me to continue fucking my hot pussy. I would be moaning so bad wanting to cum so bad, you could almost hear the pleading in my moans. I continued to fuck my pussy with my toy as I finger fucked my ass, the sensation of having both holes filled was driving me over the edge. I needed to cum... 

"Master, can I please cum?" I would beg. 

He would tell me "not yet." I would have to stop for a little while to control myself. 

Soon I would start fucking myself harder and faster, moaning, so worked up... "Master, please can I cum baby? please?" I would beg. 

Finally my Master would say, "Cum slave, cum real hard!!" The explosion that came from my hot pussy was dripping down to the crack of my ass, I had never cum so hard in my life. The orgasm I had left me shaking, My Master could hear it in my voice. 

My pussy was throbbing so bad. My Master would tell me, "Take the toy from your pussy slave and lick it clean like you would my cock if I was there with you." I did as I was told, savoring the flavor of my cum. This would go on throughout the day till it was time for my husband to come home from work.

The first time I told my Master "no", I was not allowed to cum that day. He would still have me fuck my pussy and ass but would not let me cum. I wanted David to control my orgasms, I wanted him to tell me when I could cum, I wanted to be so turned on by him. He taught me that orgasms can be so intense when you want them to be. 

My Master tells me daily when I can cum and where I should play with my pussy or ass and have an orgasm. I love it when I get to have orgasms at work. When I talk to him on-line I usually tell him how I had my orgasm and what time of day I had them at. I look forward to my Master's calls and our orgasms. Even though I seem to get most of the orgasms out of this relationship, my Master seems to enjoy himself controlling me and hearing me cum.