0 comments/ 44665 views/ 4 favorites Outside Looking In By: jadeslut I stand at the door about to knock as my heart sounds like it will leap out of my chest from thumping so hard. A need so deep within me and I cannot deny it. It is part of me and I know it, to hide it from myself would only be lying. He has promised to give me what I need and now it is time to see if He indeed will be what I need. To make me whole. To let me finally be who and what I am. It all started long ago probably when I was very young. To her, in her mind a woman was to be used as a slut for the pleasure of her lover, and if she was lucky enough to find one that wanted to pleasure her also and take care of her every need even better. But the need to feel used and manhandled ran deep in her soul. To feel pleasure and pain at his hands only turned her on even more. She always had the same fantasy when she masturbated, which was usually at least once a day, it was always force and domination, to be taken, really taken by a tall man someone who exuded strength, no weakness at all. A man who was dominant and did not know how be anything but dominant in public and in the bedroom with his slut. She was always a lady in public and a whore behind closed doors. Suddenly she felt the dampness between her legs as she stood in the hall. I straighten my coat that covers the black teddy and thong, only my thigh highs and four inch black fuck me pumps showing beneath it. My long legs look delectable in those heels and the stockings make me even more accessible as he requested. I take a deep breath and knock twice on the door. Nothing. The anticipation is killing me. I stand there waiting. I will be a good little slut for him I think as I wait. I will not be impatient. Finally he opens the door and smiles, his eyes staring deep into me. He can see into my soul and the fire that burns there. He knows everything about me, I can feel it. My eyes cast down suddenly remembering my place. "Come in my pet." I step inside the door still with my eyes cast to the floor. He lifts my chin and tell me to look at him. I comply looking up into the most tranquilizing eyes I have ever seen. Those eyes burning holes in me. I feel naked already before him. "You are such a good slut." He says as he pushes my coat open and off my shoulders letting fall to the floor. I do not speak. My breath coming quicker already. I just stare into your eyes and let you do what you must do now. I know my place with you and willingly give myself to you. The cool air in the room hits my body and my nipples stiffen along with the excitement that runs through my veins. I feel your eyes on my body " Come,sit with Me " you say as You take me by the arm and lead me to the bed and sit me by your side. You run your fingers into my hair pulling me close and kiss me deeply letting your tongue explore my mouth totally relishing the kiss I melt into your arms and surrender. You know you have me now. You can feel the need and willingness in my body. I can feel my body responding to you as you take your time and run your hands over my breasts lightly and ever so slightly brushing them with your fingertips not touching the nipples. Tracing and outline around them but denying the need of the nipples. They are hard as pebbles wanting to be touched. You then take the teddy and slide it off my shoulders freeing my tits completely. Again you touch everywhere around them now squeezing them and pinching them but again avoiding the nipple. I moan with need and thrust my chest out as far as I can begging you to take them. You deny me, taking your time and playing and kneading them until I start to squirm and moan louder. "please" I ask. "Please what?" you say as you lean in and lick my tits, biting them playfully, and sucking Around them still avoiding the nipple making my pussy drip with desire. "Please suck them." I say "Tell me what you want, tell me what you need." You say as you continue to tease me with your tongue. "I need you to suck my tits , take me , fuck me, make me yours." That is what you want your slut to say, and then you latch my nipple in your mouth and the other with your fingers and begin to suck and pinch my nipples, immediately sending me crashing into my own space and time where only your voice can reach me. I melt into you and surrender so sweetly to the pleasure and pain that you bring me. You reach down and part my pussy with one hand while continuing the attack with your mouth on my nipple. You feel the wetness and pull your hand away coated in my juices, bring them to my lips and smear my lips with my juices then close your mouth over mine and we both taste me. Kissing passionately until we have cleaned my essence off both of our lips. Your hand reaches down again and you slide one finger in me deeply then add another and another. My juices flowing on to your hand you push even deeper. You move down kissing my body as you go down to my pussy. Your mouth finds my outer lips and you begin to nibble and suck on me. My breath coming in quick gasps now. I want to touch you so badly, pull your head deep into my soft shaved pussy , pull you into me until I explode on your face. You then find my clit with your tongue and begin that sweet dance Of teasing me unmercifully with that tongue. You lick and suck at my clit, sucking it in and letting it pop out of your mouth over and over again. You know that this will push me over the edge quickly if you don't stop. " DO NOT CUM." You say between licks and sucks. I feel your cock hard and straining against my inner leg. I know that you will give me what I need. A good fucking in every Hole that is available to you. Which is all of them. When I give myself I give completely For your pleasure. "Please let me suck you?" I ask, you hear the urgency in my voice. I am on fire and You know this. You know how deep my need is to please you. " Yes my slut, suck my cock now." You roll off me and I immediately go to the zipper of your pants. Taking your pants and underwear down together in one movement. I look at the magnificent cock before me. So hard and yet the skin is so soft as I run my mouth all around it wetting it and then I take you deep in my mouth. You moan as my tongue hits the sensitive underside of your cock making it twinge even harder into my mouth. I love to suck your cock so much. I love to make love to your cock with my mouth. I suck you in deep and moving my tongue constantly up and down the backside of your shaft, as if it Were my last meal, I work your cock in until it reaches the back of my throat. I stop when it hits the back. "NO don't you stop there." You say. I breathe a deep breath and try to relax, you know that my gag reflexes are very sensitive but you are going to get me past all that. You know how much I want you deep in my throat, to control even my breath. I try to get more of you into my mouth deeper but I have trouble. " Move to the edge of the bed on your back with your head off the edge.." You tell me in your stern voice. I release your cock from my mouth and quickly shuffle into that position. You straddle my head so that your balls are right above my eyes and you tell me to open my mouth. Then you push your cock into my waiting mouth and tell me to relax. I take a deep breath and try to relax my throat. You then push your cock into my throat. While placing your hand on my neck. I close my eyes and let my whole body relax. You are pumping in and out of my throat deeper with every thrust. Slowly at first then harder as you are in as deep as you can go. You are fucking my throat in and out now with slow steady strokes and I become accustomed to getting what air I can when you pull out enough. I have your whole cock in my throat fucking me while you can feel your cock with your hand on my throat. "Ahh yes you like that don't you, my little slut getting her face fucked. " you say as you take another thrust into me, holding it there until you feel me tighten around your cock my legs start to kick a little and you know that I need air you let up just enough For me to gasp air into my lungs and then take another deep thrust holding it there. You do this over and over again until you cannot take it any more the warmth and wetness of my mouth along with knowing that you hold my very life, and every breath in your hands. Your orgasm overtakes you as you fuck me harder and deep. Your cum spewing deep into my stomach, I feel your cock throb with each jet that my throat sucks from you. You squirt time and time again until you are empty. Your cock grows soft and you withdraw out of my mouth. I gasp for air and my head is swimming with desire along with that familiar ache in my pussy. You walk around to the other side of the bed and lie down between my legs and insert you fingers into my dripping cunt pushing further and further until your whole hand is trying to get inside me. I moan loudly as you continue to stretch my pussy with your fist. You stop just below your knuckles and rest there for a moment letting my pussy adjust. You tell me to relax. My juices are coating your hand well now and you nudge a little more and I moan the pain in my pussy is tremendous as you are stretching me more than I ever thought possible. Then your hand moves forward and continues until your fist is in a ball inside my stretched pussy. I have never felt this full and I spread my legs wider for you. Inviting you to fist fuck me. You reach deep with your hands and start to massage my cervix, rubbing and massaging until I cannot take it any longer. I gasp and tell you that I am cumming. You continue as my juices start sloshing as your work your hand back and forth. (to be continued) Let me know if you would like this story to go on. Outside Looking In The bustling streets of the historic district were filled with people and vehicles on this clear wintry evening. The sting of the wind was subdued by the crowded sidewalks. A cover of snow blanketed the city making it bright and lending a festive air to the coated landscape. The merriment of the holiday season was enough for people to brave the elements and bring the area to life. On a street corner Santa rang his bell collecting money for the Salvation Army. Whenever Santa saw a pretty woman he gave his best laugh, "Ho Ho Ho". A faint holiday melody played from a store speaker some distance up the street. Some people were humming along with the tune. A white horse-drawn carriage slowly made its way down the street carrying lovers snuggled closely under a red blanket. The specialty shops and restaurants lining the streets were decked out in holiday decorations. Every year the owners tried to outdo each other by creating elaborate displays in their shop windows. This year the most popular display belonged to a novelty toy store. The display was a replica of the historic district in lights with a small trolley car moving through the streets. Several people stopped to look at the display with its mesmerizing lights but most would quickly glance at it as they walked by the window. Many people headed into the stores, some to shop and some to temporarily get out of the cold. I stared at the replica. My eyes traveled the path I just walked, my breath misting up the window. The detail was incredible, yet it was different. The replica was warm and inviting unlike the reality where the cold chilled the body to the bone. Inside the store a young couple holding hands were looking at a large doll house and talking. At the same time they smiled at each other and turned to talk to the store clerk pointing at the house. The aroma of freshly ground coffee filled the air and caught my attention. Walking toward the coffee shop, a store door opened and a wave of hot air was released and washed over me. I stopped and basked in the warmth before it was once again replaced by the bitter cold. Even outside the smell of coffee was so strong that I could almost taste it. Looking in the window of the coffee shop, it was obvious where most people were taking refuge. All the tables were occupied and everyone had a steaming hot mug in front of them. People were chatting and laughing and quite happy to be inside. I resumed walking slowly down the street looking into the shop windows as I passed them. In the baby items store I saw a pregnant brunette woman and a raven haired woman looking at baby clothes. The brunette held up a pink outfit and the raven haired woman shook her head emphatically. Both women laughed and the brunette put the outfit back on the rack. I wondered if the baby was going to be a boy. In the bookstore two women in their sixties were browsing through the travel books on display, pointing at the various covers, perhaps planning a trip together to a warm and sunny destination. In the bath and body products store six women of various ages were looking at the different sets of fragrant indulgences on sale at the table up front. Each woman picked up an item and smelled it before putting it back on the table or passing it to someone else. It was like they were conducting some type of experiment. In the electronics store several men were gathered in the television section watching their beloved hockey team play. Their team scored as I watched and the men cheered and gave each other high fives, strangers acting as friends in that moment. I kept walking trying to rid my body of the chill that had taken permanent residence. My brown coat was old, dirty and torn in some parts. The faint scent of alcohol mixed with the slightly offensive odor of my unclean body emanated from my clothing. I dipped my head, using the lapels of my coat to keep my red cheeks away from the frosty air. I had a worn purple woolen hat on that didn't match the rest of my clothes but it kept my ears from freezing off. My black gloves had holes on almost all the fingers so I put my hands in my pockets to avoid frostbite. The soles of my boots were partly unglued and they made a small flapping sound when I walked. You probably have seen me in this area and averted your eyes in disgust, not comprehending how a person could sink so low. If you had taken a moment to really look at people on the streets, you would have seen children who had run away from their homes to get away from the abusive people in their lives. You would have seen teenagers locked out of their homes by parents who could no longer relate or talk to them. You would have seen those who are mentally ill or alcoholics who once had lives with homes and families but had either lost them or been thrown out. You would have seen people whose lives may have changed in a blink of an eye. I once had a job in a large company, on my way up the corporate ladder. I also had a nice car and a home in the suburbs. I celebrated the holidays. I used to put up a large Christmas tree in my living room and I decorated the outside of my house with many lights. And then one year the economy turned, downsizing became the new trend. My life and my mental health spiraled downward until it hit the bottom of a bottle. I lost my job, my car, my house, my everything. You looked at me standing out here on the street and you saw a nobody. I used to be a somebody. I used to be just like you. Outside Looking In Have you ever fantasized or wondered how your wife or girlfriend would react if another man made a play for her and you weren't there to witness it? How would she handle the situation? Would she resist or give in, and how quickly? Would she report the incident to you? I had been married to Verlaine for five years, and these questions periodically rose in my mind. I was finally so determined to find out the answers that I decided to set up my own wife to see how she would react. I first had to find the right man to seduce her. It couldn't be just anyone. My neighbour Glen is a real skirt-chaser. He was divorced as well, which made it easier to deal with. You should have seen his face when I told him that I wanted him to make a play for Verlaine. I told him that he could do anything he wanted so long as she was willing. I was taking Verlaine out for supper, and I told her I'd invited Glen to join us. She did not mind a bit. At the supper table we made small talk. Then it was time to start the ball rolling. On the way home, Glen sat in the front seat, with Verlaine wedged between the two of us. I asked him in for a beer, and he followed Verlaine up the walk while I parked the car. Verlaine was in a good mood. I could tell by the bounce in her walk. The high heels she was wearing put a nice wiggle right where Glen was looking, and he didn't fail to notice. When I entered the front door, Verlaine was sitting across from the TV and Glen was in another chair. I went upstairs and changed into my jogging outfit. When I came down I announced that I was going for a run. I shut the door behind me and jogged as far as the side of the house, where I would be able to witness everything through the window. I crouched down and made myself comfortable. Verlaine was still seated on the couch, her legs stretched out on a small table and crossed at the ankles. Glen was not in sight, but he soon appeared, approaching the couch. He seated himself next to her, a modest distance between them, and pretended to be interested in the TV. He made the first move, moving his arm innocently behind Verlaine, not touching her but resting it on the back of the couch. His fingers tapped nervously for a few seconds, then in the blink of an eye his hand was at the back of her neck. I could tell she was getting a neck massage by the movements of his arms. She seemed to be caught off guard. Glen moved, almost facing her now. She looked uncomfortable. His right hand came up to grasp her chin and turn her face toward his. Verlaine remained motionless as he took her head in his hands. He kissed her on the mouth, long and passionately. I was surprised that she didn't object. In fact, she didn't move a muscle. He released her jaw, the long kiss over, and she turned back to watch the TV. She was staring into space and seemed to be in shock. Glen's hand went for her blouse. He undid the top button, then the next, then another, until it was completely open. His hand moved insider her blouse and he unhooked the front clasp of her bra, freeing her tits. His hands were immediately busy, clearing away her clothing and exposing her body. Verlaine's breasts are small, and her large, brown nipples stood erect from all the handling they were receiving. Glen played tenderly with her nipples while his free hand moved to her knee, then her thigh. His palm ran along her inner thigh, raising her skirt as he moved up. Her skirt was well above her stocking tops, and he seemed to be enjoying the feel of her bare skin above her nylons. Verlaine uncrossed her ankles and opened her legs slightly, making it easier for Glen to continue his feel. His hand massaged her inner thigh, then moved up until he was rubbing her pussy through her panties. She was not resisting one bit. In fact, she was letting him have his way. I crouched there under the window and watched my wife having her pussy rubbed. For the first time, I noticed the erection in my pants and realized that I was enjoying the scene in front of me. Glen stood up and took Verlaine by the hand to help her to her feet. He knelt in front of her and his hands fell to her waistband, removing her skirt quickly. He tugged her slip down until she stood in front of him in just her skimpy black panties. His hands moved to her waist and he started to pull her panties down, ever so slowly. He was enjoying the view, and so was I. He eased her down until she was sitting on the very edge of the couch while he remained in a kneeling position in front of her. Placing a hand on each knee, he separated my wife's legs until he could see the dark hair and pink slit between her legs. I could predict what he was going to do next. He slowly lowered his head to her crotch and busied his mouth and tongue at her slit. I was surprised to see Verlaine making it so easy for him. She leaned back against the cushion and spread her legs further. By the movements of his head I could tell she was getting the full treatment. He was lapping away at her cunt without even coming up for air. Her legs couldn't have stretched any farther apart. Her abdomen was rising and falling and she breathed heavily through her open mouth. She closed her eyes and moved her head from side to side. I could hear her screams through the closed window as she thrust her hips forward, jamming her pussy into his mouth. I had never seen Verlaine come so hard before, and it was my favourite neighbour doing it to her. It was a sight I would remember for the rest of my life. To this day, thirteen years later, Verlaine still doesn't know that I set her up and witness her secret. Glen still lives next door. I don't know how many times he's been in her panties, and I probably never will.