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Madam

By: DuPain



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She was Madam's favorite girl, but she needed discipline! But more than that she needed love.

MF-FF-Light BDSM-Language

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Laura kneeled before the impeccably beautiful blonde with the bright yellow stilettos and white fish net stockings. Her eyes, mysteriously drawn to the full mound nestled between her upper thighs, beckoned, by the lust that raged between her own legs.

She was leggy, shapely, and perfect in her physical integrity and Laura had gone wet the very first time she saw her. Her name was Katie Justin, but everyone called her Madam, or Mistress, her sexual prowess was legendary among Las Vegas hookers and there was nothing in the offing there that could equal her skill at wooing the opposite sex or any sex for that matter.

Formidable men, and women, of both political and financial means had made their way to her door through the years to glory in her flesh, and worship at her feet. A rich Arab Prince that had once visited her house in Vegas had once whisked her away out of the country for sexual liaison in a foreign country, where he had proposed marriage and been declined. And it was nothing for Madam to be discretely spirited away to the swank accommodations inside DC by very powerful political personages.

Laura had asked her if she might work in her house on a part time basis after her husband had gone off with a young college girl several years ago and left her financially destitute. When the pain came like a hungry bear and consumed the coins of her joy and there was no one found to buy her ransom! 

Madam had wooed the young housewife that day and loved her until Laura was nearly exhausted.

She had looked Laura up and down that first day as the sound of her heels clicked on the stone floor beneath her, while she walked around Laura. Madam Had raised her skirt and passed her fingers over the front of Laura panties making the young brunette shiver in front of her vivacious host.

"I would expect you to offer all services to my clientele Laura," she had said, as her finger slipped under the elastic band of her panties.

"And of course without regard to gender, you will need to be discrete never discussing your clients with anyone," she had told her, as her fingers gently swirled around Laura's clit, making the young woman soft at her legs.

Madam had stepped in close to Laura and slowly ran the tip of her tongue up the side of her neck and then captured her ear lobe between her sharp, white, teeth, teasing the young woman's skin! Laura felt her moisture on Madam's fingers as she probed her folds and she nearly passed out from the passion that washed over her hungry flesh.

Madam had stepped back then and picked up a crop then removed her panties and seated herself on the very edge of the large overstuffed chair.

"Undress where you are my dear and then crawl to me on your hands and knees," she had told Laura that afternoon!

Laura had done as she asked and kneeled there and began to crawl toward her host.

"Look at me as you advance my slut," Madam had ordered, as the tip of the crop tapped, the cold stone floor, impatiently.

Laura had gone low to the floor with her upper body as she moved, her eyes fastened to those of her mistress, her nipples intermittently touching the cool stone below periodically. When she got close enough that her nose caught the scent of Madam's cunt, Laura's mouth had begun to water and the flesh between her legs started to warm slightly.

Laura had never before considered sex with another woman, but there was something in the nature and physical cast of this woman that made her want to try! Laura had paused as Madam raised the tip of the crop and slowly moved the cool leather tip along the skin of her back. Its slow caress made her body tremble with its passage over her.

"You do know what I expect from you right now, don't you dear," the warm, soft voice, had asked?

"I believe so mistress, but I've never done it before," Laura had breathed in reply!

"You'll be fine dear, I'll teach you," Madam had told her.

Laura inched her face forward slowly, her eyes feasting on the full, sharply shaped ridges of her mound. The intense spicy smell of the woman made her nipples explode with want and the heat of her folds against Laura's cheeks made her ravenous to taste her.

Laura quickly slipped her tongue out of her mouth and lightly flicked the hard mass of tissue, which now extended beyond the rise of Madam's ridges. Her slender tongue sailed through the tasty fluids of Katie's cunt, enticing it to even more energetic antics in the soft flesh of her mound. Madam flinched only slightly as the crop continued its insidious caress of Laura's vulnerable body.

Madam was hairless down below with only a V shaped, close-cropped tuft of hair rising from the apex of her crevice. Laura made light little bites all around the top of her soft mound, as Madam had squirmed in front of her. Laura then ran the tip of her tongue from the top to the very bottom of Madams fragrant pussy, and let slip just the mere tip of it between her moist, swollen lips.

"You're a beautiful woman Laura, with a very sweet mouth," Madam had told her, as she licked her way around the beautiful blondes cunt!

Laura inserted her tongue deep into the darkness of Madam's passage as she felt the tip of the crop go below and move between her legs. Her next sensation was that of a gentle slap by the crop against her clit area, which sent a searing bolt of pleasure through her body that seduced all her sensitive areas at once.

"Oh God Madam, please do more," Laura had softly whispered, as she shook in front of the temptress!

The taps continued, until Laura was leaking down her legs and moaning against the sweet flesh in her mouth. Laura was blushing inside, embarrassed by the inordinate amount of fluid being discharged from her opening. She had never known she would be so raptured by the gentle persuasion of physical humiliation before that day, but she knew one thing now, she wanted more of it!

Laura's tongue went into overdrive lashing the blonde's clit lustily, and then pausing, she covered the whole of her mound with her lips and sucked firmly against Madam's wet flesh, making the most beautiful sucking sounds Katie had ever heard! 

Each was creating a rising need within the other, which became self-perpetuating at some point. 

"U-m-m-m yes, suck it Laura, my but your good at it for the first time," Madam crooned!

"Laura didn't reply, her mouth was full and she was very busy at the moment."

Laura lost herself in the stinging caress of Madam's crop, as Madam herself began to worship the hard driving length of flesh, in Laura's able mouth. Laura reached up as she ate her beautiful host and found Madam's breasts; she became brutal there as Madam cringed against the searing bite of her vice like squeeze.

Madam reached down beside her and picked up a long thick device from the drawer of her end table. She stopped Laura's wickedness rising from her seat and then lay out on the floor beside Laura.

"Straddle me, and bury that beautiful tongue between my legs ... and eat me Laura," Madam had instructed her.

Laura continued to eat Madam's cunt in her new position while she felt her probing about her wet folds with the head of that large device. Laura felt her lips part slightly as the soft device entered her body, and then came the slow, agonizing advance, of its thick, soft body, as it stretched and filled her to capacity.

"Oh Madam you shouldn't," she teased the busty blonde!

Madam began to savagely ravish the stunning brunettes pussy and knew from the sounds she made, she wasn't far from orgasm. Laura shoved three fingers into the tight, wet opening, of Madam's body while her tongue continued lapping her clit forcefully, making the blonde arch high against the pleasant wickedness of Laura's hand and mouth.

Laura pumped her leaking pussy vigorously, the rapid impact producing a steady array of wet flesh sounds from Madams dripping folds. Madam was lightly slapping her ass now, as she fucked her with the soft jelly dildo, the mixture of light pain and intense pleasure was driving the heated brunette toward a melt down.

Laura screamed as the head of the device slammed into the front of her uterus and Madam twisted the insidious device in a circular motion as she paused there. Madam pulled the thing completely out of Laura's body, and shoved it into her tight, hot, asshole as her tongue replaced the device in her pussy.

"Oh Madam, oh fuck " Laura hissed, overcome by the sudden change in tactics!

Laura screamed loud against Madam's mound as she came, gushing her mouth full of hot, slick, girl come. Laura ground her bottom forcefully against the able tongue of her lovely host; desperate to get all the sensation she could from her intense release. Finally, as the last waves of electric pleasure coursed her nervous system, lady Laura reached back and snatched the device out of the hands of her host.

She brought the device around quickly and crammed it whole into the hungry passage of the woman beneath her. Madam moaned deeply, and arched high into the air again as Laura buried the huge dildo rim deep into the sopping cunt of the beautiful prostitute. 

Madam's muscular contractions were so fierce that she actually sprayed the small hand of her lover with a sweet odorous covering of spicy cum. But Laura kept pummeling her swollen opening, until Madam began to protest the action.

Laura rolled off of her lover and lay on her back against the cool stone floor. In a moment Madam rose to her hands and knees and then crawled over Laura's body to lower her face to her lover. She licked her juices from around the corner of Laura's mouth, then licked her chin and nose as well.

"You may work my house if you like young lady and I will look after you," Madam had told her.

"Thank you," Laura whispered.

"You're very welcome, will you spend the rest of today and tonight here with me dear," Madam asked her?

"I'd love to," Laura responded.

Laura looked up into the cold, blue eyes, of her employer; she was distant and aloof in them, and she wondered what life might have handed her in the past and where her journeys may have led her. Laura reached up and filled both hands with the straw colored silk of her head and gently pulled her mouth down next to her own and then kissed the woman.

They made love several times that afternoon and slept peacefully that night in each other's arms. The next day Madam took her young girl shopping to help her pick clothing that she would need for her new occupation.

That was how their love affair had began two years ago, Laura had moved in with Katie and found her much like an adventurous young girl when she was away from the house. She was smart, and business savvy when it came to money, and very selective in her relationships with people. But the girls came to love each other in a very beautiful way.

She remembered these things kneeling there before her mistress blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, and she didn't even know why. Her client that afternoon had been drinking a little too much and became abusive in the course of their lovemaking.

She had screamed and Madam had entered their room with her short whip and caught her client beating her. Katie had drawn back with the bull whip and expertly laid a trail of hot painful fire across the man's cheek and had beat him with it all the way down the stairs.

She was heard screaming as the client fled the place, "If you ever return to my house I'll shoot your ass off "you son of bitch!"

Madam then hurried back up the stairs where Laura was still kneeling trying to shake off the dizziness that was still confusing her mind.

Katie kneeled in front of Laura and stroked her hair as she spoke, "I'm so sorry sweetheart, he's a short timer and we didn't know much about him. Are you ok baby," Madam asked her, with tears in her eyes?

She called for Terri one of her most faithful girls to help her get Laura into her own room and laid out on the bed. Madam then called Jeff Stone, the paralegal working toward his law degree to advise him of what had happened. She used Jeff to communicate with her numerous political connections in the area and advise her on legal matters relating to the business.

In twenty minutes Jeff was at Madam's side having called a member of their local law enforcement association that he was a friend with.

"We are gathering information on your girls client, Katie, and should have some information soon. I've also called a physician to come take a look at Laura just to make sure there is no permanent, residual damage.

It was the first time that Jeff Stone had the opportunity to meet Laura and it was evident to the keen eyed Madam that the young professional was well taken with her lady. After Laura had come around somewhat, the two spoke briefly about the incident and Katie found Laura's eyes lingering longer than needed on the young mans well-formed body.

The doctor came and looked into Laura's injury and found that everything would be normal again in a few days. Jeff thanked his friend, as he made ready to leave and walked him out to his car when he left.

Jeff made his way back upstairs and kneeled beside Laura's chair and gently turned her head to observe her wound up close. It was an innocent move, but the touch of his fingers against her skin sent goose bumps all over Laura's body and stirred something deep inside, long ago forgotten.

Laura looked deeply into the brown sugar colored eyes of the man next to her and impulsively leaned across to kiss his lips. Katie went silent inside and smiled, as she witnessed the pair's, first budding bloom, of raw emotion.

Laura broke the kiss, and was breathless with the sensation of his lips, as she sat and felt her heart rock inside her chest. Her eyes sang in silence the song that his heart alone could hear, it had been Laura's in the days when the light of her passion had warmed her heart and gave faith that love answered all ... so very long ago.

She was confused at that moment, with the power and relative swiftness of it, as it took hold of her. How could she feel this way about a man she didn't even know, yes he was beautiful, yes she was physically attracted to him. But the intensity of these feelings inside her now, was far beyond a reasonably proportional response on her part.

She looked into the flickering flame of passion, his eyes cast her way and while her head said it was all fantasy, still, her heart would have none of it. He was about six feet one inches high and 185 or 190 maybe, with seductive eyes and a beautiful face ... and Laura already ached for him. She was full of him at the moment, his scent woodsy, and his voice baritone and warm, smooth like soft velvet, his eyes piercing her to the soul searching her.

Jeff leaned in and demolished the arguments of her reason, as his lips bathed her heart with fire and stirred her soul with an undeniable passion, too urgent to resist. And too long forgotten, to ignore in this moment!

"Hello Laura, my name is Jeff Stone ... and I think I'd like a date," he whispered smiling at her. 

He looked into the eyes of Eden, which danced with the flame of her lust. They were green with life, and he pondered if the heart behind them might be fertile. Or if she would hide away her thoughts of love, until the eyes of longing had gone to dust and the heart had ceased its song.

She was something he had never expected in a woman of her profession, and while Jeff was no hedonist, he was not about to ignore the feeling for her that he couldn't logically explain. His father had always said, "Human Science can't explain it all," maybe the old trucker knew something the rest had missed, he mused!

Jeff looked into the soft green eyes of the woman he had just kissed and seen something there he couldn't explain ... something he wanted for his own. It called him at some deep level that surpassed deductive reasoning and common sense and beckoned with its mysterious warmth.

"Well ... y-yes, of c-course," she fumbled, giving up, she fell silent, as her eyes slid away trying to hide the feelings ... she knew she shouldn't have.

Madam had smiled again with Laura's halting reply, just before she slipped out of the room ... recognizing, her presence wasn't required!

She felt his warm fingertips slide slowly down the side of her neck, his touch gentle almost reverent, and her eyes misted as she shivered beside him. He turned her face again and captured her eyes, finding them shy and confused, and he sensed her warfare inside. His lips brushed hers again and Laura's arms flew up around his neck, as she pulled him closer and then devoured his mouth.

Her heart was all of thunder, and her spirit all of fire, as she pressed his flesh with her lips; her tongue communicating in silent darkness, her deep desire to know him. 

They didn't stop for some time; and while engaged her hand found him and thrilled his ego with her delicate touch, and he knew, deep in his heart, he had to have this woman.

"Yes, of course Mr. Stone, I'd love nothing more than the opportunity to entertain you, sir, at your earliest convenience," her voice whispered in his ear sincerely and then trailed to silence!

"Thank you Laura, I'll be back this evening when I'm finished, he told her smiling. Jeff headed off to finish the work of the day with a smile, as he whistled a tune inside his head.

Laura studied the gait of the tall, young man, as he made his exit and sat quietly trying to figure out exactly what it was that just took place between them. She had not experienced feelings of that intensity for many years and it unnerved her just a little, to finally remember that their was a greater power in the universe than her own will and that power, might well devastate her again.

Laura was nervous for the rest of that afternoon; she rummaged through her walk in closet looking for just the right outfit, several times, to no avail. She called a makeup artesian that made house calls and spent two solid hours in a chair, pursuing just the right look and colors.

Katie was secretly beside herself with humor, as she observed her closest friend fret over her impending date ... one might have thought, the young Laura Grassinger was about to take a walk down the aisle.

As the time for Jeff's arrival neared, Laura was on a knife's edge, her stomach was full of butterflies that wouldn't stop fluttering no matter what she tried. She heard a knock at the door of their special room that Madam had prepared and went blank for a second.

It was Terri that showed him in and Laura was shocked ... he was dressed to the limit in a dark blue pinstripe suit and gray shirt, with white tie, and spit shined wingtips. He was handsome beyond her memory, and when his deep, rich voice, washed over her, Laura went warm and weak inside, quaking like loose jello.

He approached and she couldn't take her eyes away from that beautiful face, when he stood in front of her she reached up and brushed the hair off his forehead and patted it back in place along his hairline.

"My sir, but you look very handsome, I must say," her voice a soft whisper, as she spoke.

"Thank you very much Laura, and by the look of you I now know I have impeccable taste in consorts," he smiled! He was in awe of the woman standing before him; she was playboy centerfold with sincere charm. White high heels blue gown, with perfect make up and soft ringlets of raven hair at the sides of her face.

He could easily calculate the flare of her hips through the flimsy covering of her dress, and her breasts tested its strength valiantly. Her lips were full and glossy red, her cheeks only slightly blushed with hues of copper and the woman needed nothing else to set his world on fire.


Madam Governor Blackmailed to Ball



Will Bates, one of Governor Sharp's aides, waited patiently in the antechamber. The secretary had told him the governor was in conference and it would be a little while before she would finish and could see him.

He sat and fingered the file he held and smiled. Quite all right, he thought; some things are worth waiting for.

He watched the governor's secretary as she sat at her desk, and he felt his prick tingle and began to stiffen. She was a hot-looking little piece, and he smiled and ran a thumb along the file in his hand. If she only knew what was in this file, he thought. Well, she'll know soon enough, and so will her honor, the governor.

His cock grew and began to throb as he pictured Governor Sheila Sharp. First woman governor in the state's history, supposedly won the governor's race because of her political savvy and skills, charisma and vivaciousness, and because the people wanted a change and liked her new ideas. All bull, Will thought. She won because she was a young attractive woman--a sexy fox.

He smiled at the thought of what he was going to do with that young sexy fox when he showed her what he had on her in the file....

"The Governor will see you now," the secretary said.

You're damned right she will, he thought.

Governor Sheila Sharp stood in front of her long wide desk. She gave him a faint smile and nod. His peter jerked in his pants at the sight of her. She was a looker all right. Her wispy ash-blond hair fell past her shoulders, her eyes were ice-gray and her skin peachy. She wore a short tight skirt and a tight silk blouse. She had curves that wouldn't quit.

"Madam Governor, I have something for you," Will said, approaching her. "Something I think you'll find of the utmost importance. It could affect your entire governorship."

She gave him a quizzical little smile. "It must be important. What is it?"

"This," he opened the file and pulled out a picture and held it up.

Her face blanched and her lower lip dropped when she saw the picture. She audibly gulped and looked at him. "Where...where did you...how did you--get that?"

Will gave her a little smile and looked at the picture and tapped it. "Quite a good likeness of you--and your sexy little secretary, engaged in some extracurricular activity on your couch in this office. There's no mistaking it's you and her. You've really got a look of ecstasy on your face as she gives you a lick-job. And then, there's this one." He pulled another picture from the file and held it up. It showed the governor with her face buried between the secretary's spread legs.

The governor's eyes widened and her lips quivered.

"Yes, no doubt at all, it's you and her," he said.

"Where...how did you get..."

"I took them a few days ago there at your door. It was quite easy. No one was around. I shot quite a few pictures. You know, you really should lock the doors around here before you engage in any, shall we say, salacious activities."

She didn't say anything as her eyes appraised him, and Will smiled. It was as if he could read her mind. She's thinking, he thought, thinking: What options do I have? How can I get out of this? How can I get my hands on the pictures? How much will it cost?

"Before you say anything, Madam Governor, I think you ought to know, I made copies of all these pictures. A lot of copies."

A sigh came from her lips and her shoulders slumped. Then she straightened up, took a deep breath, and a look of determination and calculation came into her eyes.

"Okay, Bates," she said. "What's the price? How much do you want?"

He gave out a snort. "It's not a matter of price or how much I want. It's a matter of what I want."

She gave him a blank stare. "I...I don't think--I understand..."

"You will," he said. "You know, Madam Governor, these pictures would be the ruin of you--the total ruin. They would destroy your governorship, you'd have to resign--in total disgrace, and any future political life would of course be out of the question. In short, you'd be finished--ruined--in every way."

"So what is it you want?" she asked.

"I think you know," he said and rubbed his hand across his crotch. His prick stood up hard, bulging and poking at his pants.

"You can't be serious," she said.

"I've never been more serious in my life," he replied. He moved forward and pressed her back against the desk and pushed his crotch between her thighs.

"I've got you over the old proverbial barrel--and you know it," he said as he raked her skirt up. "I'm going to fuck you, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Just remember this: I've got a lot of copies of the pictures, and I won't hesitate to let them out. There's nothing you can do about it, I'm going to fuck you, and you dare not stop it."

He tore her panties down and pushed her back on the desk, clutched her rump and pushed his crotch between her legs, burrowing between her thighs. He grabbed her legs and spread them back and jerked her ass forward.

"Going to fuck you good and hard," he said. "I've thought about it for quite a while, thought about fucking your pretty blond pussy, and now it's going to happen"

He tore at his pants, unbuckling them and pulling out his cock. It was rock-hard and throbbing. He heaved his crotch forward and pushed his stiff dick against her pussy-slit.

She squirmed and struggled, trying to throw him off, but he was too firmly entrenched on top, his arms locked around her and his hard heavy prick pressed upon her pussy.

He pushed and heaved forward. "Oh yeah," he huffed at the sensation as his cock slid into her cunt.

She writhed and raked at him, still struggling and trying to keep him out of her pussy.

He dug his hard aching dick in her quim, stuffing it up her channel in one continuous stroke. "Ahh--yeah--unh--sweet fucking cunt," he groaned.

He drove every inch of his peter in her pussy, then he pulled back a few inches, and then thrust it forward again. Soon, he was screwing her with lusty jabs, sawing his cock back and forth.

"Fucking you, Governor," he hissed. "Fucking your cunt."

He pumped his prick in her pussy, rapping it hard and fast, pounding his meat deep in her.

She moaned and whimpered as he frigged her.

He pulled at her blouse, raking it up, tearing at her bra, uncovering her breasts. He grunted with lust at the sight of her superb tits, and went down on them. He sucked voraciously on her big knockers as he drilled his dick in her cunt.

"Unh--unh--unh," he panted over and over as he rammed it in her.

He heaved his crotch up, mashing and grinding his fat bloated balls against her ass and jamming his prick as far as it would go up her quim. "Oh yeah--ahh!" he gasped as the sperm gushed up his stalk. "Goddamn sweet fucking cunt!"

He pissed a stream of semen deep in her pussy.

"Hot fucking cum--deep in your cunt, Governor!"

She groaned as he pumped gob after gob of thick creamy juice in her core.

He finally slid his slick dick out of her pussy and stood up, breathing hard, but smiling.

He zipped up his pants and looked at her and nodded his head. "You just remember this, Governor: I've got you over the barrel. I've got the goods on you." He turned and walked out of her office.

He waited three days before he paid the governor another visit. He figured that was just the right amount of time.

Governor Sharp stood by her desk. Her shoulders were slumped, but there was an expression of contemptuous defiance on her face.

Will was amused. She is the governor after all, he thought.

He swiped a hand over his crotch. His dick was half-stiff.

"Okay, your honor, let's get the ball rolling. Call your secretary in here."

She looked blankly at him, then said "What?"

"You heard me," he said and stroked his stiffening prick. "Call that sexy little piece in here."

A look of recognition at what he meant came over her face. She slumped further down, but the contemptuous defiance remained in her eyes. She curtly punched a button on her desk and spoke into the com. "Tina, will you come in here, please."

The secretary entered, and Will openly rubbed his cock. This is going to be fun, he thought.

"Yes ma'am?" the secretary asked.

"Come on over here and join the party, Tina," Will said.

"Ma'am, what's...what is...?" She saw Will stroking the big hard bulge in his pants and her eyes opened wide and mouth dropped.

"Do what he says, Tina," Governor Sharp said in a clipped tone. "Come here."

The secretary walked mincingly to the governor. Will unzipped his fly and pulled his peter out.

"Okay, let's not waste any time playing games," he said. He clasped the governor's head. "You know what I want. I want a good hot suck-job from both of you."

He tugged down on her head and she went to her knees before him. Her secretary looked dumbfounded.

"You too," Will said. "Down on your knees."

"Get down, Tina," the governor said. "Come on." She pulled at her arm and the girl slowly knelt down. "Ma'am, what's going on?" she asked in bafflement.

"He's got me, Tina," the governor said. "He's got me and I have no choice."

Will clutched the back of her head and moved up to her. He slid his cock on her face and rubbed his balls on her mouth. "Oh yeah," he crooned at the sensation.

He clasped the secretary's head and went to her. He ran his dick over her lips and sighed with pleasure.

"Open your mouths," he said. "Get those pretty lips around my prick."

He pushed his cock on the governor's mouth and she slowly opened it and he slipped his peter between her lips. "Lick my dick, Governor. Lick it good."

He slid his cock forward into her wet mouth. "Unh--ahh--yeah," he gasped.

"Lick it with your tongue, lick it up and down."

He panted as she slid her smooth slick tongue up and down his prick. "Lick my balls, flick your tongue on them. That's it; goddamn, you're a good cocklicker."

He moved to the secretary and forced his prick in her mouth. "Suck my dick, you hot little sucker."

Back and forth he went, sliding his cock in the governor's mouth then pumping it in the secretary's. "Suck me, you hot fucking cocksuckers," he hissed.

He slid his dick out and ordered the secretary to lie down on her back.

"Okay, Governor, do your stuff," he said. "Lick your secretary. Lick her cunt."

In resignation, she pulled her secretary's panties off, spread her legs and drew them back. She lowered her head and buried her face on her secretary's quim and began licking it.

Will slid the governor's skirt up and raked her panties down and off. His eyes blazed with lust when he saw her big soft blond butt stuck up.

He moved up behind her, clasped her around the waist and pushed his prick between her assmounds.

He groaned with pleasure as his dick dug into her rump.

He heaved forward, stuffing his cock up her butt. "Ah, yeah, up your ass, Governor," he grunted; "up your sweet-fucking ass."

He grabbed her big jugs and squeezed them good and hard as he began frigging her rump.

"Goddamn, it doesn't get any better than this!" he cried as he screwed her tight minty ass and watched her lick her secretary's cunt.

"Ahh--we're going to lick and suck and fuck a lot, Governor," he called out to her. "Oh, yes, you and me and your secretary, we're going to fuck a lot. This is what it's all about, Governor. Ain't politics wonderful."



Madam! I Am Sorry!



Sometimes it pays to implement an idea in a different way. I was reading in a religious journal that a man confessed before a religious preacher that he was thinking of stealing some money to buy medicines for his ailing mother. Impressed by his honesty, the preacher gave him money for the treatment and his mother was cured. Now you must be thinking as to what relevance this has in a supposedly erotic story. Well! To know more read on.

I had just celebrated my 21st birthday, was in the third year on college with a new English lecturer; Mrs. Shivani. Well! To introduce her, there is only one word in the language "BEAUTIFUL". All 5'7" of her were chiseled to perfection; her vital stats read 38-27-37, weight 60kg, complexion FAIR, features SHARP, eyes BLUE, lips ROSY et al. We would often refer that God must have created her on a holiday which happened to be a full moon! To sum up she was perfect 10 in every field; beauty, voice, subject etc. She was married for the last three years, her husband was working in a MNC and she was yet to have a kid. In her lecture we used to study less and watch her more. Even girls too were impressed by her beauty and dress sense and tried to emulate her.

One fine afternoon I overheard two other teachers talking amongst themselves that those days Shivani was alone in her house as her hubby had gone on a 15 day tour abroad. While trying to sleep that night, I do not know from where the incident I read in a magazine (discussed in opening Para) came to my mind. I formulated a plan, thought over it for two days and transformed it into reality:

I was lucky that I was in her good books as one of her good students and would often go in her room to discuss something or borrow books. It was Saturday morning and after the lecture, I walked into Mrs. Shivani's room.

"Yes Sunny! What can I do for you?" she asked.

"Madam! I want to meet you at your residence in the evening," I replied.

"Tell me here only," she wondered as I had never asked her for an appointment at her place. We would always discuss the things in her room.

"No! I can't tell here," I sounded somewhat adamant.

"No problem, tell me. There is no one around," she asserted.

"Sorry. Please tell me what time I can come," I was more assertive.

She finally gave way and asked me to come at 7 in the evening. She tried to know about the issue but I altogether avoided it. (I bet that for these 7-8 hrs she would have been restless and wondering as to what I have to discuss). I made a mental rehearsal of how the things may turn out and how should I proceed.

I took a bouquet of white flowers (a symbol of apology), rang the bell and waited impatiently for the answer. In a couple of minutes Mrs. Shivani came to open the door.

"Good evening!"

"Good evening. Come inside. I was waiting for you."

"Why these white roses?" she felt amused.

"Wait! I will tell you."

"OK then! Please have a seat. I'll be back in a minute. Let me finish a telephonic conversation I was having." 

"Sure! Please take your time," I sounded not to be in a hurry.

"Meanwhile please make yourself comfortable and help yourself with water."

"Sure".

She was wearing a light pink saree with matching accessories and from the blouse I could sense that she was wearing black lingerie. She came back after five minutes and a general conversation started off. After about 10-15 minutes she asked me directly, "So what was the thing you wanted to discuss?"

I came closer to her, handed over the white roses, knelt near her and said in a soft voice, "Madam! I ...I...I am SORRY!"

"What happened!" she sounded surprised (even though she accepted the bouquet).

"I cannot tell you out rightly. But, I am sorry. Please forgive me. I will not do it again."

"No! First tell me what happened."

"Please do not force me," I requested.

"No way" she asserted with a hint that she will throw me out of her house.

"Ok. Actually ...I ...I...I...masturbated," I said shyly with my face down.

"Its normal for a boy of your age," she tried to comfort me.

"I also wrote some erotic fantasy stories."

"No problem. But why are you telling me?" she still could not make out.

"See for yourself as to why I am telling you," I said handing over some papers to her (these were the erotic stories I wrote fantasizing with her as the female and me as the male).

She took the papers and started reading them. She blushed and slowly her face started to turn pink; similar to the colour of her dress. She was so absorbed in reading the pornographic stuff that she forgot that I am in the room. She started fondling her boobs with one hand and even rubbing her thighs/pussy (all from outside of her saree). Meanwhile she also started biting her lips and even opened a few hooks of her blouse. Bingo! I was right; she was indeed wearing a black bra! I was watching the whole scene and my cock began defying Newton's law of gravity. It would have burst out of my pants had I not unzipped it and allowed it also to witness the fondling the boobs by his fantasy queen! I took some courage and handed over my stiff tool to her which she grabbed instantaneously and unconsciously started moving it back and forth (as if masturbating me).

Her one hand held the papers (my porn fantasy stories) and the other hand playing with my tool and she was on a journey on an ecstasy path. She came to senses when after about 5-6 mins, my cum shot out and "decorated" her arm, her blouse and her face. When she realized what all had happened/what she was doing she felt embarrassed but she handled the situation in a very mature way. She got up adjusted her dress and asked me to leave, "You may please leave now. We'll discuss the things some other time." 

Having no other option I left.

Around ten minutes later while on my way back, I realized that I have left my cell phone at her place. I immediately turned around and headed towards her apartment. Since the door was open, I did not feel like ringing the bell. I entered the lobby and there she was, reading the fantasy stories and one hand in the pussy. But, this time, she was a bit more vigilant and saw me instantaneously.

"What brings you back?" she shot the query.

"Sorry! I forgot my mobile phone," I gave a submissive reply.

I do not know what happened at that very moment that she looked into my eyes and I looked into hers and she just commanded – "SIT DOWN!"

"How long has this been going on," she shot the question in a commanding tone.

"Ever since...ever since............" I struggled for words.

"Go on," was her order.

"Ever since you joined this college," I answered courageously.

"How do you know about my lingerie make and size along with the brand of sanitary napkins I use?"

"I ......I just collected the info from somewhere," I tried to avoid the details.

"Where from?!!" she roared like a tigress.

"The general merchant from where you purchase this stuff is a friend of mine" I replied like a kitten.

"Oh! My God!"

"I even know that your period ended yesterday," I murmured.

"What?" she asked. I repeated the above sentence.

"What the hell are you up to? Can you turn these fantasies into reality? See these."

(It is often said that people confuse sex with intercourse. Actually sex starts long before and continues long after intercourse which is just a part of sex. Accordingly, my fantasies did not always end up with the pole in the hole. Many a times it was only foreplay. I had given a unique title to all the following stuff that I had written with kinky details:

1.Nipples go sore:I had a full session only with her 38D boobs. 2.Six shots in mouth:She gives me six blow jobs. 3.Ass gets red:I fuck only her ass that night. 4 shots. 4.Pussy gets sore:I give her 5 big and long shots. 5.Six and Nine: 69:We spend a session in 69 position. 6.Dark Night:We have a session in a pitch dark room. 7.Copy cats:We follow what we saw in a XXX movie. 8.Role reversal:We cross dress and reverse the roles. 9.Role play:She plays a student while I am the teacher. 10.Golden Showers:We have a nice golden shower session. 11.Bath Session:We take a hot shower together. 12.Venus Garnished:I garnish her body and lick jam and cream from her belly. 13.Massage:We give each other a nice body massage.)

"Yes! Sure I can turn all these into reality if you co-operate," came my confident reply.

"Do you have the experience of all this stuff?"

"Yes! Some of the things I know practically while some others only theoretically as I have seen them in porn movies but always wantdd to try them. However, I promise you that given a chance, I will not leave you unsatisfied," I told her empathetically.

She ordered me to get into action right away. Now came the question as to where from to start i.e. which fantasy to turn to reality in the first instance. I suggested that we can have draw of lots. She brought a pack of cards. She numbered each story from 1 to 13 (as mentioned above), separated all cards of Hearts and shuffled them. She asked me to pick the card; I opted for the third from the top. It was the Queen of hearts and hence we proceed for "Venus Garnished."

I asked her to take a bath while I searched for her kitchen, dining room and refrigerator. She was fresh in about 10 minutes and I was ready with the items. I freed her body from the clutches of her dressing gown and asked her to lie down. For a few minutes, I was totally "shocked" by watching her body. I wondered as to where there was some fault with her body but I could not find any. Her nipples were inviting me for some action and so were her red upper and pink lower lips whereas the ass was also hoping to get lucky!! 

"Strip off," she commanded.

"Please do the honors," I replied back.

She complied removing my garment one by one and when the brief came off, she just said "WOW!" Even though she had just masturbated me, but she paid attention to my tool now. She tried a lot but could not restrain admitting that my tool was bigger than her hubby's both in length as well as girth. Since oral sex or even penetration was not a part of the story, she just kissed it. Now, we were both as naked as we were born.

She again lay on the bed waiting for the "garnish." I started off with her boobs, applied cream on them and near the nipples, I placed a strawberry each. The stomach area was covered with mixed fruit jam (red colour) and I drew a heart with white cream and wrote an S (for Shivani). I mashed all the available fruits; banana, papaya, mango etc. to form a pulp and the same was applied to her legs. The face was garnished with tomato puree and for the pussy; I selected "Chilly Chutney." I asked her not to move since the garnish would be disturbed. The whole body was feeling cool but for the pussy which was "burning." She tried to protest but I was working as per the written story. She admitted that she had read it but could never imagine how much will the chutney hurt and burn. 

Now, it was my turn to lick her clean. I started off with the legs and licked the nutritious mixed fruit pulp. She giggled in between and even moaned. From the legs, I straight away traveled top north and licked her face clean. She requested me to lick the pussy but it was destined to be at the fag end of the session. I resumed by eating the strawberries from the nipples and then licking the cream off the boobs.

"Suck the nipples and fondle the boobs," she commanded.

"Sorry! Not today. Not a part of the fantasy," my reply was clear cut.

"Please............," she moaned

"Sorry for today! Next time." She accepted my point.

Now the only garnish that remained on the body was the jam on the stomach and the chilly chutney in the pussy. I started to lick the jam and she began a journey on the ecstasy path. The area under the boobs and near the navel was too sensitive and she moaned and even shivered when my tongue went inside the navel. A similar reaction was noticed when I licked just above the bush. It took me about 15-20 minutes to wipe her body clean of the garnish except the pussy. 

Finally, I licked her pussy clean of the chilly stuff and now it burnt more and she cried with water coming out both from her eyes as well as pussy. The feeling on her face was a unique blend of pain and pleasure. It was now the time for a body wash. I asked her to stand up and handed her a bottle of mango juice and asked her to pour it between her boobs slowly. The thick juice slowly traveled through the cleavage, stomach, navel, the hairy bush and the pussy before entering finally in my mouth which was placed just near the lower tip of the pussy. The burning in her pussy that the chilly had caused was being relieved with the sweet mango juice.

The cool juice made her pee (even though it was not planned) and my body was gifted with a warm stream of the yellow liquid which could be termed as the rehearsal to the "Golden Shower" session. Now, I was experiencing a unique blend of chilled mango juice and warm pee and the taste was very unique. She felt a bit embarrassed and sorry for this involuntary act but I made her comfortable by saying that I enjoyed it (I really did). After pissing off, she went to have a bath with the bathroom door open so that I could have a full view. 

She came out in her dressing gown and requested me to have a fuck shot. I resisted by saying that it was not a part of the session we had planned. She admitted but gave her argument that since she is not used to have a session like that without a fuck, I should reconsider since the session was over and this could be just a bonus. She also promised that this should be only a one time relaxation and she would abide by the written fantasies in the remaining 12 sessions. I agreed for a fucking session. She asked for some erotic, crude and dirty talk during the act.

"Strip off, you whore," I commanded.

"Try it if you have water in your balls," she shot back.

I caught her from behind and tried to open the string of her gown. She held it tight and did not allow me easy access. I fondled her right boob and this made her grip on the draw string a bit loose. I immediately pulled it and took off the gown making her nude once again as she was not wearing any under garments.

"Worship my tool. Suck it," I ordered her.

She took hold of my tool and very in a very cool fashion worshipped it in true Indian tradition as if worshipping a deity. She then kissed it followed by a lick and finally sucking session. Before I could react the whole of the tool was in her mouth. The glans was exploring her mouth and was hitting at one place after another. Today was really my cock's day. Since I had nothing to do at the moment, I gripped the inviting nipples and gave them a good squeeze. She reacted by gripping my cock more strongly in her mouth. I thrust the cock in her mouth and squeezed her nipples and her eyes just watered as she was feeling some pain and helplessness.

"Stop sucking it you bitch, leave it to satisfy your hole too."

She stopped sucking it and requested me to fuck her in doggy style.

"Can you do it in doggy style?" she asked me.

"Sure! Bitches get fucked in this style only." My sentence was double meaning.

She just smiled and acknowledged the double meaning dialogue and was soon on her knees with her wet cunt desperately inviting my cock. I fingered to check the wetness. It was very wet and warm inside. I slowly inserted the glans and she moaned, "Harder...please...insert more of it......insert it completely......"

I pumped harder and harder for 6-7 minutes before ejaculating on the bush (another garnish). We came almost together and she admitted that this was the first time that she had experienced an orgasm. She thanked me with a long smooch and licking my tool clean of the residual cum. Since I was exhausted she got up and served me a glass of lemonade to cool off.

Since it was nearing midnight, she requested me to sleep with her and I accepted the invitation. Before we slept she gave a detailed account of her sex life with her hubby. His tool was normal but mine was bigger and he was not very romantic. Their sex routine was almost fixed; Strip, fondle the boobs; fingering the cunt till cock was hard and pussy was wet, enter, pump, ejaculate, and doze off. We slept nude with her hand gripping my tool and my finger in her wet and sticky pussy. Before I left in the morning, she gave me a parting fuck, but this time she was on the top. She brought my tool to life by sucking it and rode over me putting her nipples-one by one in my mouth. This session too lasted for about 10 minutes.

She told that she too would write some fantasies and after the 13th session (as per my stories), hers will follow. Over the next 3 months, whenever her hubby was away, we would plan a session with the selection with the playing cards and fulfilled all the 13 stories. Now, she is writing her fantasies and when she completes her 13, we will resume these sessions. Meanwhile, we are having occasional sex, exchanging naughty jokes through SMS and I forward hard core snaps to her through e-mail.

In case any of you wants to know the details of any particular session, he/she may please contact me with real mail id. Looking forward to your response. 



Madam Jerk



I was headed home on leave when our bus hit a roadblock. The police were looking for something and they were searching all of the vehicles, our bus included. It wasn=t much of a delay, but it was just enough to miss my connecting bus.

When I checked at the information counter, I found that I was going to have a delay of several hours before the next bus. Not much point in losing your temper over a thing like this but I must admit that I said gosh darn to myself a few times.

Looking around the terminal wasn=t very exciting, so I called home to revise my arrival time, then checked out that my luggage was taken care of and would be on the next bus. When that was done I left the terminal to have a look around the city. 

The terminal was on the corner and a big hotel took up most of the next block. In the other direction, there was a restaurant a few doors down from the terminal. It looked about half way between a greasy spoon and a decent restaurant, but I was hungry and decided to have something to eat. A waitress brought me a menu. She was friendly, smiling at me as she helped me to decide what to order. Actually, the food was good, and the service excellent, probably because there were so few patrons in the restaurant and the waitress was coming on to me.

As she was serving me my meal, she asked me what outfit I was with and where I came from, so I told her my sad tale about the missed bus connection, and being stuck here for several hours with nothing to do.

She seemed to be a nice young woman, maybe about twenty and quite good looking too. She was sympathetic about my plight and ended up sitting with me between customers as I was eating. She was lamenting that she had to work or otherwise she could take me to her apartment where she said we could probably find something to do. She was even suggesting that I could take a bus tomorrow and stay with her for the night. 

But she did tell me that there was a movie theater no more than a hundred yards away, down a side street. She said that it wasn=t the biggest or the best but they did show pretty good movies, and I could put in some time there.

I told her that I would love to stay with her, and that would beat the movies any day. But I had been away from home for a long time, and my folks were planning a welcome home party. Besides, I had already called them and told them about the delay and when I would get there.

When I finished the meal and paid the bill, I gave her a big tip, but she refused to take it. She walked me to the door, and when I was sure we couldn=t be seen, I reached down and grabbed her ass. She didn=t object, so I reached down below the short uniform she was wearing and slid my hand up the inside of her bare leg until I reached her damp panties. Shoving the crotch of her panties aside, I worked two fingers up in her cunt, and fingered her for a couple of strokes.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a nice kiss, telling me that she wasn=t getting much these days because it seemed like most of the guys she knew were overseas. She was still trying to get me to change my mind and stay over as I was bidding her goodbye.

Come back and see me sometime when you=ve got more time she said as I left. When I saw my reflection in a store window, I saw that she had given me a souvenir, a big smear of lipstick on my face. Laughing to myself, I cleaned it off with my handkerchief.

Sure enough, the movie theater was right where she said it was, and she was right, it was not the best. I bought a ticket, a chocolate bar and some popcorn then went into the theater to find a seat. It was early afternoon and there were lots of empty seats, so I picked one where I could sit by myself and sat down. The main feature film was just starting and I settled down to see the movie.

Just minutes later a rather well dressed women, probably in her early thirties sat down beside me. She was wearing a really sexy perfume and she really made a production out of sitting down, taking her coat off, putting it on the seat and then sitting on it.

I thought to be annoyed at the interruption, thinking that there were lots of other seats, why did she want to bug me. Then I thought what the hell, the movie wasn=t all that great anyway, so why make an issue out of it? But I didn=t have long to wait to find out what her game was, she had hiked her skirt up to about three inches above her knees and was pressing her knee against mine. I played dumb, but didn=t move my knee either.

You could see that she was getting more and more frustrated with me because I was not playing her game. She wasn=t a bad looking woman either, a little too plump for my taste, but really an attractive looking woman.

Finally, she reached over and put her hand on top of my hand. After a couple of minutes when I hadn=t resisted, she put my hand on her bare knee and continued holding her hand on top of mine. After a minute or two, I moved my hand and my companion groaned. With that, I slid my hand up the inside of her leg until I could just begin to feel her pubic hairs grazing the back of my hand. Pushing my hand down, I grabbed her leg firmly, just where her leg met the cheek of her ass, and held it firmly in my grasp. I could feel her sopping wet pussy against the back of my hand and she was moaning softly. She wasn=t wearing any panties.

She moved closer to me, as close as you can in those damned theater seats. Her ass was making seductive little movements and I knew she wanted me to get on with it, but I was playing hard to get, making her work for everything she got. 

Finally I gave in and felt her cunt and she let out a very audible gasp. Her hips began to move in time to the gyrations of her ass as I investigated her cuntal area with my fingertips, even reaching way down to feel her little rosebud with my finger. She was paying very careful attention to everywhere my fingers were going and what they were doing. Putting three fingers together, I rubbed them up and down her cunt slit, driving the poor woman close to the edge.

Resting my investigation of her cunt for a moment, I started to feel her tit with my other hand. I could really only feel the tit that was nearest to me. She quickly took my hand and worked it up under her blouse and her bra so that my hand was resting on her naked tit. It felt good to me, and judging from her reaction, it must have felt good to her too! The tip of her tit was really hard, and the nipple was standing straight out and about the thickness of my little finger.

There was no question about it, this lady was really getting turned on. She turned to me and kissed me on my cheek. Then she nibbled on my ear, and blew softly into it too, doing a pretty good job of turning me on in the process. I turned my head to her and she gave me a nice kiss, but with one hand buried in her cunt and the other pleasuring her tit, I was in no position to hold her to me for a really good kiss.

I accidently on purpose grazed her clit and the response was worth the price of admission, but I was on the way to finger her. At first, I stuck one finger in her cunt, then two and finally three fingers up her fuck hole, first wriggling them around and then thrusting them deeply in and out with as much force as I could given the cramped space that we had.

I could tell that she was getting close to orgasm, so I stopped thrusting into her and went back to exploring her cunt and the area around it. When this had slowed her down a bit, I went back to stuffing my fingers in her cunt again, and thrusting as best I could. She was getting closer, so that only lasted for a minute or so.

Going for broke, I gently caressed her clit, and I can tell you that really got her attention! She was panting like a bitch dog in heat, so I went for it, stimulating her clit with rapid little circular movements with my finger tip, holding quite a bit of pressure on my finger.

I had thought that she was getting pretty hot before, well let me tell you, that woman went berserk. Even though there were no patrons sitting near us, she was making so much noise and thrashing around, I thought we might get kicked out of the theater. She had three violent orgasms in a row! She then turned her attention to me, pulling my cock out of my pants and beginning to stroke it into submission. I was as hot as a pistol, but she stroked me so slowly there was an overwhelming desire to reach my climax, so when I finally busted my balls, it really hurt. I can=t recall coming that strongly any time before that. She had a little cloth ready to catch my cum, and clean me off, but it really turned me on when she licked some of my cum off the back of her hand.

I spoke to her, but she only put her finger to her lips and I realized that not a word had been spoken through all of this. She straightened herself up, gave me a peck on the cheek, got up and left the theater, even though the feature film was not finished yet. I stayed and watched it all, although I can=t say that my mind was focused completely on the movie after that.

Despite the fact that there was nearly two hours to go until my bus left, there was no way I was going to sit through this movie again. Reluctantly, I gathered up my stuff and left the theatre, sort of wandering along the street looking in the store windows. When I got to the restaurant where I had eaten, the waitress saw me look in the window, and came out, asking me if I had changed my mind about staying with her for the night.

I told her no, that I had not changed my mind about that, but I would like to come in and spend some time with her before my bus left. There were no customers in the restaurant, and she told me it was always busy around mealtimes especially lunch, but like now, there were times when the place was virtually empty. Usually business picked up later in the evening, from about eleven until closing around one in the morning.

From the beginning it was apparent that she wanted me, and I think that she had the idea that I would stay over to spend the night with her if she could just get me horny enough. She got me horny all right, but she should have known that I could not stay, for that is what I had told her.

We both had our hands all over each other, and the fact that there was always the chance of someone seeing us, only added to the spice! I told her all about my adventure in the movie theatre. She told me that she had heard of this woman, and the young guys were starting to call her Madam Jerk! She said that the woman always picked a younger, good looking guy, and always in the late afternoon when there were few patrons in the theatre. She said that just about every encounter was different, but some sex play took place, and only involved a hand job.

I was beginning to like this little girl, and while I couldn't stay over tonight, there was no reason that I couldn't bus over here in a week or so and stay with her for a couple of days.

"I'd like that," she said, smiling big time.

"I'm beginning to think that I would like it too," I told her as was feeling her naked tit through the front of her waitress uniform. Then I put her tits back in her bra and felt her belly. All of this was really getting her turned on, when she got up and told me to follow her. She went to the ladies room, pulled her panties down to her ankles, her skirt up over her waist and bent over the wash basin, holding on to the taps.

She was standing there, her pretty little ass in the air and she was begging me to fuck her hard, so what was I to do?

I dropped my pants instantly, pulled my rock hard cock out of my shorts and began rubbing the head of it up and down her cunt. That really turned her crank. Three times was all I could manage, when I had to plunge my rod deep in her for a frenzied fuck until we both came together like gangbusters.

She told me that the cook was the only other person on duty, and he didn't matter because he was gay, but it wasn't good to take chances with things like this, so told me to go back to my table while she wiped my cum from her cunt with a paper towel.

When she came back to the table she had fixed herself up so she looked fresh as if nothing had happened. We exchanged addresses and telephone numbers. And I promised to keep in touch with her and come to spend some time with her shortly.

When it came time for me to go, she slipped on a jacket, and walked the short distance to the bus terminal with me. My bus was sitting there, engine idling, in it's departure bay. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a nice kiss. "Hurry back!" she said as I was turning away from her to get on the bus.

When I found a seat and sat down, she was gone, but certainly not forgotten, As the bus was pulling out of the terminal, I was thinking that what I had thought would be a boring layover had turned into something I would probably remember for the rest of my life, and just maybe something would come from this meeting, I was certainly going to come back soon to find out.

the end