0 comments/ 17940 views/ 2 favorites Please Sir By: Ezarc I am biting on your neck as you stand before me, your hands against the wall. Your ass rubbing and swaying against my hips as you squirm. My hands trace down the edge of your ribs gently. Your breath catches as I let my hands wander in the curves of your hips. I move my hands, one going up and roughly tweaking your nipple, the other gently moving down to your pussy. Again you gasp as my fingers dance around your clit and your hips turn to gain me better access. I slide my hand down from your nipple to your waist and pull your body closer to mine. My cock wedged tightly between your ass cheeks. My other hand playing faster and rougher on your clit. My mouth licks and bites its way around behind your neck. Your breathing is faster and coming in gasps. Your legs spread themselves at their own thought. My fingers dance with your skin your moans and sighs fill the room. You body starts to shake and quiver. I stop and take a step back. Your head slumps forward and you groan in frustration. I look at the beauty before my eyes, so willing, so apt for this. My hand raises and comes down across her ass. I use both hands, spanking your ass from all directions. Soft, hard, and gentle caresses. Your body shakes, your moans entice me, your groans fulfill me. I stop and gently stroke your back and ass. I lean forward, my body gently resting on yours, and whisper in your ear, "Are you ready? You lean back into me and say in a husky, passion-filled voice... "Please Sir... yes... I am ready" I reach down between us and position my cock between your moist lips. Your body tries to lean back to get more but I hold your hips still. I nuzzle into your neck and with a hoarse whisper say, "Not yet, darling. Not yet". My hands flow along your curves, lingering here. Playing there. Never still for long. Onward and upward they move. One stops at your breast, tracing the outside of it lovingly. The other finds its way to your throat, gently playing in the curves and valleys there. My hips gently move forward, my cock slowly immersing itself in your velvet folds. My hips softly hit your ass like a caress. I rest there, buried to the hilt. A moan escapes you lips as I rest all the way in. A whisper in your ear asks, "Do you wish to cum for me?" "Please Sir. Oh my god yes Sir." A soft chuckle is my only response. My hands once again start shifting and moving, gently tracing and occasionally stopping to grab. My hips start there swaying. Softly and slowly I enter and leave your wet pussy. There is no rush, no urgency of the moment. My senses revel in this gentle coupling. My hand wanders down once again to your clit. I play it with like it was fragile. Slow toying circular motions make your head spin and your breathing deepen. I feel the subtle changes in your movements. Hear the sounds of your moans and sighs start to get more urgent. I can smell us in the air and I feel it all. It makes me grind my teeth to keep from rushing things. Your body is working harder, your breathing is becoming more forced. Placing my mouth once again to your ear and ask, "Do you want to cum for me?" In a ragged cry you yell, "Yes Sir, I Want To Cum Soo Bad!" I stop and pull out, saying "Not yet." Your cries again fill the room but this time in frustration and sorrow. I gently stroke your back and shoulders. Rubbing firmly at your neck and shoulders. I continue this massage down your back and finally to your still crimson ass. Your body has stopped trembling and you relax into my hands. Working on your ass I start to play with your anus with my thumbs as I work your cheeks with my fingers. I move my right hand under you and moisten my fingers in your juices. I again start playing with your ass, gently teasing and stretching it. Slowly my fingers enter, twisting, playing ever so carefully. You start to push your body back into my fingers. I work them around and push gently deeper. I take my left hand and bring it to my mouth where I moisten it and then bring it down to my cock and rub the wetness onto it. I move my cock to your ass as I slide the fingers of my right hand out. You just start to whine at this in frustration as you feel my cock bumping at your hole. My hands move to your hips as I push slowly in. Your ass pushes back as your anus stretches to accommodate me. I feel the closeness of you wrapped all about my cock as my pubic hair grinds into your ass. I start to move back and forth as your hips match my tempo. You are panting hard and I bite the back of your neck and shoulders. My hands pull you back roughly as my hips buck forward to meet your ass. I growl into your ear and go faster. Your screams and moans fill the room with such sweet passion. I hiss in your ear, "Do you want to cum for me, my Slut?" You yell. "Yes Sir, Please Let Me Cum For You!" "Then cum for me Pet", I growl. Your body erupts as I continue my assault. Screams to gods lost and unknown come forth from your lips. Your body shakes with tremors like an earthquake. I again bite your tender shoulders as I feel you cum. Your orgasm lifts me and I feel the pressure about to explode. It roars through my body like a tidal wave as it hits. I pull my cock out of your ass as it burst forth to splash against your reddened ass. Spasm after spasm rocks though my body delivering forth the bounty of my cum. You stumble and sag to your knees as the last of it pours though my cock and hits your tangled hair. I sink to my knee. Wrapping my arms around you. Warmly embracing your body to mine and holding you safe. Our bodies lay in a tangled heap, our breathing coming in ragged gasps. I gently ease you to your side, still cradling you in my arms. I spoon in behind you and brush your hair softly away from your face and neck. I lean forward and whisper. "Well done My Darling" *Ahhhh* Please Sir I stand alone in the candle lit room waiting for him. My nerves are tight, I know he will come but I have no idea when or what he has planned for me. I feel the air stir and know he has come. I start to turn towards him. "No pet," he murmurs in my ear, hands on my shoulders holding me still even though his words had stopped me in my tracks. His hands sliding along my arms, his breath on my neck causes me to try to draw a deep breathe thought I know the corset I wear won't allow it. "I've missed you pet, how could you have left me for so long?" his deep voice growling along my skin. I whimper longing to tell him how I've missed him, his voice, his touch, the sweet pain he inflicted but the shame of my actions holds my tongue. I shake my head refusing to answer him. I feel his hands tighten on my arms, "you will tell me before this night is through pet. I have waited to long to have you at my mercy again." His hands release my arms only to place a blindfold over my eyes. I stiffen, he has never blinded me before and though I trust him fear starts to creep in to my mind. Feeling the tension that has seized my body, his lips graze my neck, "I would never harm you pet and you have only to say your word if it gets to be too much for you." I sigh at his words letting my trust in him envelope my mind and tamp down the fear. Soon fear and trust are drowned out by desire. His hands have brought my skin to life. Kissing, kneading, biting, he consumes my mind and makes my body sing for him. Taking my hands in his he leads me to the bed stopping me when my legs brush against the soft satin sheets. His hands move over my shoulders and with a gentle push he bends me over the bed. Leaving my bare ass and stocking clad legs the only things in his view. He pushes my arms above my head and moves away from me. I begin to push up to ask where he has gone when a growl greets my ear, "stay pet stay" then strong hands encircle my wrists and pull me back down. Leather wraps around one wrist and then the other binding me tightly into place. I moan knowing that soon he will beat me, soon the sweet pain only he can inflict will begin. Leather brushes my ass, teasing me causing me to wiggle in the bonds that hold me. Then comes the whistle and the thudding sting of the flogger against my skin. Over and over the blows rain down on me. I moan, yelp, wiggle and cry out as the thud sinks into my skin and soon I am floating in that magical place where I have so longed to go. "Why pet? Why did you leave? Where have you been?" His questions slam through me making me weep. Hearing my sobs, his blows lighten while he checks on me. "Please Sir please punish me how you will but don't ask me to answer that." I beg through my tears. I hear his sigh, his acceptance that I will not answer him. I tense waiting for the blows to begin again. Willing to take whatever punishment he deems reasonable. But the blows never come. Instead I am treated to his hands stroking me, freeing me, holding me close and loving me. "Its ok pet its ok" he whispers "you don't have to tell me. The important thing is that you came back to me." He lifts my chin and gazes into my eyes as he wipes away my tears before kissing me. His kisses rain down on me as the blows had before and fire my desire for him once again casting away all thoughts of my grief over disappointing him. Kisses turn to bites as the fire between us grows. Soon he has me writhing beneath him begging for a different kind of release. He whispers dark longings to me as he teases my desperate body. Keeping me on the edge of ecstasy but never allowing me to cum for him. He tells me how my body and I please him. How he had longed to see me. Lost in the haze of desire and senseless I am helpless to do anything but offer him anything he wants. Without warning he thrusts into me deep and hard causing me to gasp and arch against him. Wrapping arms and legs around him, I give him all. As we rock against each other to the primitive rhythm pounding through our veins, I long to tell him how I love him, how he always makes me feel like a goddess, how I long to please only him but words fail me as pleasure sweeps over me making me scream. I hear his growl of pleasure, feel him thrust deep inside me once more and tense sending me over the edge once again know that I have pleased him. As I lay in his arms, my feelings overwhelm me once again but looking at his peaceful face I can not find the words to tell him but I know that one day soon I will Please, Sir? Hello, Sir. It's Josie...from work. I have something to tell you. I sit at my desk all day, typing memos, and filing paperwork, and you always tell me what a good worker I am. But, Sir, I have a secret, I'm not good... I'm bad. Very bad, I'm a dirty, nasty, horny little slut. I need you to do something for me....I need you to use me. Please, Sir? * * * * * Click Here to listen. (12.25 min/mp3) * * * * * Please Sir! Her heart was pounding like a crazy jackhammer in her chest. He whispered "bring your hands up in front" and he then held up the cuffs and expertly put them on her wrists with one quick motion. One click and it was done. She held her breath while he looked at her. She could see the desire in his eyes and she let out sigh of relief, it wasn't so bad after all. Perhaps she might even enjoy it. It was, after all, her first time being controlled. He grabbed the link between her wrists and led her to the bed. Pulling on the cuffs, she fell onto the bed. She was now on her back and she could feel his eyes on her. "Raise your arms" he commanded her. As she did, he could see that her supple nipples had hardened to the curiosity of his actions. Guiding her arms she heard a quick "clack" as a tether was fastened to her cuffs. She lifted her head surprised to be under his complete control. She looked up at him as he put his hand over her mouth. Her thoughts began to race as he kneeled over her now exposed tits, and took a long lick over her erect nipple before he took it into his mouth. Suckling her, she let out a soft moan beneath his hand. She could feel his fingers running over her body as he lapped at her tits. Soon she could feel his fingers had found her warm, moist pussy and he began opening her lips and rubbing her throbbing clit. Giving in to her desires she worked her mouth from under his hand and started sucking his finger like the hard cock she wanted in her mouth. He continued to play with her pussy, spreading her lips and fondling her clit. As her moans grew she could see his raging hard cock within his pants. He unzipped and stripped, letting his hard cock fall out before her. He grinned down at her as he began to straddle her chest. She gave him a light smile. unaware of what was coming. As she opened her mouth to gently take him in, he suddenly drove his hard cock into the back of her throat, nearly gagging her. She pulled her head back but realized she could not escape as his cock and he again drove into her throat. She could feel his balls smacking her chin as he continued to ravage her mouth. Tears slowly began to well up in her eyes. He now started playing with her pussy as he fucked her mouth. His fingers sopping wet from her excited pussy. He stood up over her and demanded "turn over on your knees now." She did as she was told and could feel her vulnerability grow as her supple cheeks spread. "Mmmm doesn't that look tasty" he said, as he got in close for a lick of her anus. She could feel his fingers enter her pussy again, first just one finger, then two and before she knew it three fingers dug deep in her pussy and his tongue entered her anus rimming her tight hole. She moaned as the tension built within her. His tongue worked in and out of her anus as his fingers pounded into her. In and out faster and deeper, his tongue buried deeper within her anus while his fingers fucked her simultaneously. Probing her thoroughly, his chin hair began to soak her sweet pussy. She could feel her pussy begin to tense as she endured this sexual prison. She took a deep breath as his fingers slipped out of her. She could feel his tongue releasing her anus. She could still feel his presence behind her as the head of his enraged cock smacked against her now swollen and sopping wet pussy, certainly inviting with its glistening clit throbbing for more. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her out to stretch out her arms and leave her breasts exposed while his hard cock rested over her anus, still wet with her saliva. Her eyes raced about now scared but yet intensely excited. He then wrapped her thighs in a loose leather strap. He released her wrists from their tether only to lock them to the strap on her thighs. Her face now pressed into the bed as she realized the only thing for her to do was accept what was coming. Her breathing began to quicken as the head of his cock ran over her wet anus, soon to be sliding between her lips and over her clit. She shuddered with anticipation. He held his cock in order to rub over her pussy, getting it wet with her sweet juice. He pulled her cheeks open, spreading her pussy lips as his cock entered her inviting cunt. Holding on to her cheeks he drove his cock deep into her pussy. She let out a loud moan as he began to fuck her throbbing cunt mercilessly. He could feel her tight lips around his cock. "Just as tight as your mouth I see" he murmured. He began to pound her little cunt harder. She looked back as far as she could to whimper "yes, Sir." His eyes lit up with her response and his fucking became more urgent. Pounding his cock deeper into her pussy, his finger wet with her pussy's syrup , he began to tickle her anus before his finger entered. Working with his hard cock slipping in and out of her, he began to with her anus sliding his finger in deeper, then inserting another finger. Her moans grew as she could feel him totally control her every move, her every sensation, her pleasure. His hand covered her mouth again as she yelped feeling the deepest penetration. She began to milk his finger again as she was taken in all holes. Realizing she had no control over what was happening the excitement rushed over her and she spread her own lips inviting him in deeper, then rubbing her clit she could feel how close she was to climaxing. She could no longer control herself and she began to moan even with her mouth full. Her pussy then tensed up as his cock again pounded into her. He could feel how excited she was and pushed harder into her. He whispered into her ear "that's a good girl." Just as her pussy exploded with pleasure, gushing juice all over his and her thighs, squirting out on to the bed, he continued fucking her as she squirted. She screamed as she could not bare the pleasure. Her hands frantically trying to push him back but he would not give up. As his own climax began she could feel his hot cum shoot into her cunt as he pulled it out and basted her anus and pussy in his hot cream. She could feel it drip into her anus and pussy, running down over her clit and down her thigh. The bed below her was soaked from her intense orgasm. She again began to rub her pussy covered in cum, feeling it on her fingers, she wanted to taste it. Lost in her thoughts she realized she was asleep. Her head popped up and she said "what the fuck!" She looked around but he was nowhere to be seen. The cuffs were gone and tethers too. All that was left were the marks from her restraints and the intense relief she had never felt before. Please Sir You arrive at my house at the exact time specified, you know if you are early you will have to wait outside, and if you are late you will not be allowed in and will have to go back home. When you arrive you are dressed only in a black lace bra with matching thong, garter belt and thigh high stockings. You are wearing 6 inch heels; you've already removed the coat you wore in the car on the way over before approaching the door. Immediately upon entering my home you get down on your knees and ask permission to serve me and please me. You then wait for my response. Only after I have given you permission to serve do you rise from your knees. You are then collared and leashed, I lead you into the bedroom where you are instructed to slowly remove your bra and panties; I tell you that if you do not do this in the sexiest possible way you will return to kneeling at the front door and we will start over. After you've performed your strip tease to my satisfaction, you are laid on the bed, on your back and your legs and arms are spread to the corners. I secure your limbs to the corners of the bed with tight nylon straps that are guaranteed to not allow your release until I am ready to let you go. I adjust the straps so they will be just tight enough to keep you in place but allow for slight movement from side to side. You are now mine to do with as I please! I tell you to test your bonds by pulling as hard as you can to try and escape. I promise you that if you can get even one of the straps off then you will be released and I will bring you to orgasm in any way you want. You thrash around on the bed in an attempt to loosen at least one of the straps, the promise of a guaranteed orgasm driving you, but nothing gives. It is at this moment that you realize that you are in fact mine to do with as I please, and you know it will be a long time before you get to orgasm. I watch you struggle for a bit, smiling. When you've stopped, I step forward and lean over your head. You look up and into my eyes, noticing the slight smirk on my face; you know that you are in for a long night. I tell you to raise your head, as you do I place a blindfold over your eyes and secure it tightly behind your head. I ask you to move your head around, to be sure that it won't come off as you toss around. It does not, and now you are tied down, open and blind. I give you a light kiss before whispering into your ear "Now we're going to have some fun." You suddenly realize how vulnerable you are, unable to see what's coming or move to protect yourself. You feel me move away, but cannot see where I've gone. You try to listen for clues as to where I might have gone, but cannot tell. You hear a noise toward your feet and raise your head reflexively to see, there is nothing but blackness. There are no more noises to give you an idea of my location. You lay back waiting, you're sure that I am there, somewhere, watching. The waiting starts to get to you and you start to wonder. Where have I gone? What will I do to you? WHEN? Before long, you realize that all you want is to be touched, anywhere, the anticipation is getting to you. It feels as though you've been waiting for hours. After leaving your side, I moved to the foot of the bed and stood silently, watching you. No more than a couple of minutes have passed, but already you are starting to squirm on the bed. Pretty soon you will wonder if I've left you there. How long will it take before you call out for me? Slowly, so as to not make any sound, I reach out and very lightly stroke your left ankle. The contact makes you jump, as much as you can while tied to the bed. It was only an instant of contact, but it already has you tingling. After a short wait, I reach out and stroke your right thigh, lightly moving my finger from your knee to your hip. Before you have time to register the gentle caress, I quickly pinch your left nipple. The pinch is not too hard, but enough to bring a sharp gasp from you. The quick shift from pleasure to pain has excited you, so I wait and let the anticipation build. In quick succession I stroke the right side of your neck, then flick the inside of your left thigh, softly lick your right nipple, gently caress the left side of your rib cage, give a hard smack to the outside of your right thigh, then reach down and pinch both nipples. This is not like before; the pinch is harder and doubled. I hold your nipples this way for a second before releasing them. Again you gasp; I look down and see that you are beginning to get wet. I decide it's time to take it up a notch.... I go and get my favorite toy, the remote controlled vibrator. This is the type that straps on so it will stay in place no matter how much you move around. This particular one has a variable speed control, allowing me to increase or decrease the pleasure you receive however I choose. I carefully strap it on you, making sure that it is securely fit and positioned right over your excited and sensitive clit. The contact makes you squirm a little and as I tighten the straps you know that you are going to be kept on the edge of orgasm for as long as I want. Once it is in place I test it out by turning it on to the highest setting. You immediately feel the extreme vibration throughout your body. I turn it off quickly; you are at once relieved and disappointed. Leaving the vibrator off, I come back around to your side. With one hand I begin to stroke, caress and massage the soft undersides of your breasts. Slowly and carefully I stimulate the sensitive skin there. Occasionally, I will stop my manipulation of your tits to pinch and pull on your nipples. I know this excites you and will have you soon begging for attention to be paid to your most needy of places. That's what I want. I want to hear you beg for me to turn on the vibrator. With my other hand I reach down and start to lightly stroke the insides of your thighs, moving my hand up and down your leg, from your knees all the way up to just graze the outside of the vibrator strapped over your pussy. Soon you won't be able to resist the need growing inside you. Looking at your face, I can tell it won't be long. Your lips begin to quiver and your breathing is getting faster. Small gasps and light moans begin to escape your mouth. I lean over and whisper in your ear again, "Tell me what you want". You're not ready to give in just yet; you still believe that you can resist your own urges. I know better; I know what you really want, what you need. "The sooner you ask for it, the sooner you'll get it", I tell you. The continued stimulation of your legs and breasts is starting to get to you; every time your nipples are pinched or pulled you can feel your needs increasing, your pussy getting wetter. You feel the vibrator sitting lifeless on top of your clit, a constant pressure, your chance of relief just waiting. You remember the way it felt when I first turned it on, the rush of sensation that overtook your entire body. My hands won't stop touching you, feeling you, caressing you, pinching and pulling and stroking. You're almost there, ready to admit to me and the world what you want and need. You still think you can avoid it, if only I would stop moving my hands all over you, then you'd be able to think more clearly. "Go ahead, tell me you want it. Tell me how much you want to feel that vibrator tickle your clit." That's all I want, to hear you beg for me to give you the pleasure you so desire. To hear you say how much you need it and want it. Your mouth opens, short breaths are the only sounds you make at first. I smile, knowing you're almost ready. I decide to give you a push in the right direction. I stop stroking your thighs and pinch your right nipple hard holding it tight for a few seconds. In the same instant, I let go of your nipple and with the other hand press firmly on the vibrator over your clit. The combined sensations of pleasure and pain in your most sensitive areas shoot through you instantly. You gasp loudly, flushed and overcome with desire. I only touched the vibrator for a second, just enough to leave you wanting more. You can't take it anymore; you need to have your clit touched, to have the itch in your pussy scratched. Finally you relent, giving me what I've been waiting for. It's only a whisper at first, but you know that won't be enough. Finding the strength, you turn your head to where you think I am standing and between shortened breaths, you beg. "Please Sir..." Please Sir Ch. 02 Two simple words, "Please Sir..." You can't take it anymore; you need to have your clit touched, to have the itch in your pussy scratched. Tied to the bed, blindfolded and teased mercilessly; you finally give in. With the push of a button the vibrator strapped to your pussy comes alive, gently massaging your clit. The much needed attention to your overly sensitive clit sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. A loud gasp escapes your lips as your hips squirm with the new sensations. The vibrator is on the lowest setting, just a soft buzzing on your clit. The wave of pleasure from the sudden stimulation dissipates, leaving you with a continuous gentle caress. I don't want you to get too excited; this is going to be a long night of teasing for you. I make my way to your side, trailing my hand along the inside of your leg as I go. When I reach your pussy, I press down on the vibrator, pushing it firmly onto your clit. The sudden pressure makes you gasp and moan. You want to be touched, you want to be licked and teased and fucked. I take my hand off the vibrator and leave you squirming, your hips thrusting into the air hoping for more contact. I trail my hand up your side, playing my fingers over your ribs as I come up to the bottoms of your tits. I grab your left breast firmly, squeezing and massaging the flesh beneath my fingers. Quickly, I pinch your nipple tightly, holding it firmly between my thumb and finger. The pain makes you gasp and a small whimper escapes your lips. I hold your nipple until I see your lips quiver, letting go I gently caress the red nub as I bend down to lick the slightly swollen tip. The sudden rush of blood sends new waves of pain and pleasure through your body and you moan again. Before you have a chance to come down from the intensity of the pain in your nipple, I turn the vibrator up to the next level; a pulsing, throbbing rhythm is now being played on your clit. Your pussy is getting wet and hungry for attention, but I'm not ready to indulge you just yet. While the new pleasures are being delivered to your clit, I lean over and softly place my lips on yours. Immediately you respond by opening your mouth in anticipation, your lips purse and your tongue reaches out hungrily seeking mine. We kiss, tongues exploring and lips devouring each other. Shortly I break the kiss, again you whimper, missing the intimacy. You're breaths are coming in deep gasps now; I reach down and remove the blindfold. As you blink your eyes into focus, you look up into my face; seeing my sly grin. As your eyes adjust to the light, you notice that I am now undressed, you scan up and down my body and lick your lips. Carefully I climb up on the bed, kneeling next to your head; your eyes follow my cock, your tongue making circles around your lips. You want to taste me, the pulsing on your clit has you aching, you can still feel a tingle in your nipple and all you want is for me to put my cock in your mouth. Carefully, I swing my right leg over your head so that I am looking down your body. I am kneeling above you, straddling your head, my cock and balls are hanging above your face. You lift your head and try to lick at my balls; the restraints on your wrists are too short, leaving your tongue only inches from tasting me. I let you stretch at your bonds for a bit trying so hard to get a lick. "Lay down" Reluctantly, you lower your head back to the bed. Once you're lying back down, I lower myself, resting my balls on your lips. Finally you get to taste me; you let your tongue snake out of your mouth and tentatively lick the underside of my balls. In response I turn the vibrator up to the third level; it begins alternating between the pulsing rhythms and strong vibrations. You let out a loud moan; your warm breath on my sensitive scrotum makes me smile. The vibrator is all the encouragement you need; you begin to worship my balls, licking and kissing them. Gently you bite and the soft flesh of my scrotum, watching my cock as it gets harder above you. Lifting your chin you reach your tongue out and lick at the base of my dick, making me grow harder. You start licking as much of the underside of my cock as you can, reaching almost halfway to the head. You realize that you cannot get all the way to the tip so you focus on the base and balls. "Make me cum" That's all you need to hear; you begin to suck on my balls, licking at the base of my dick as you do. You attack my shaft, doing your best to wrap your lips around it from underneath. As you start to eagerly work on my cock, I reach down and massage your tits. Squeezing them in each hand and rubbing your nipples in my palms. The sensations of the vibrator on your clit and my hands on your breasts, combined with my hard dick on your lips are getting you very wet. As you start to wiggle your hips and moan gently into my balls, I turn the vibrator up to the next level again. You are now feeling a quick pulsing on your clit, like it's being flicked repeatedly. You attack my cock again with your lips and tongue, trying to get me to cum as quickly as you can. I take a nipple in each of my hands, rolling them between my fingers and thumbs. You let out another moan as I do, momentarily letting my dick out of your mouth. I pinch your nipples, hard. You whimper as the pain shoots through your body, mingling with the intense pleasure in your clit. I hold your nipples tightly for a few seconds before letting them go, sending a wave of relief through you. I quickly go back to massaging your tits and rubbing your nipples. With the mixture of pain and pleasure getting you more excited, you start in on my balls again, determined to make me cum. You suck each of my balls into your mouth and run your tongue all over and around them. You alternate sucking my balls, licking up my shaft between them. Sucking and licking and gently scraping your teeth on my balls, I know it won't be very long before I explode. Your nipples are still throbbing from being pinched as I pull on them, stretching your tits up in the air. You don't know how much more you will be able to take of this teasing, but you know that you won't be allowed to cum until I have. You listen closely to hear my breathing getting shorter as you continue sucking on my balls and licking my dick. I let your nipples go and bend forward a little. I move my hips back slightly; you can now lick up and down the full length of my dick. You slowly run your tongue from balls up the sensitive underside of my dick all the way to the tip. You lick your tongue all around the head of my cock, paying close attention to the soft area just under the tip. You lick back to the base and underneath my balls. You go up and down the shaft, occasionally kissing and nibbling as you go. You can hear my breath coming in short gasps and know it won't be long. You go back to the base and suck my balls into your mouth again, letting your tongue roll over them. That's enough to send me over the edge. Without warning I cum, spurting all over your chest. I shoot my cum all over your tits and stomach, load after load hits your skin. You feel the warm liquid on your cool skin and wonder how long I will make you leave it there. I lift myself off your mouth and swing around so that I am facing you, kneeling over your chest. As my dick begins to soften, I lower it into your mouth, looking you in the eye. You know what is expected and immediately start to clean me, sucking all remaining cum from the shaft and milking the head with your lips for every last drop. I carefully move from above you to stand by the bed again. You look up into my face, seeing my happiness and you know you've done well. You wonder what I will do next as the vibrator continues to flick at your clit. You can't see yourself, but you can feel the wetness between your legs. Your nipples still throb from being pinched and you can feel the heat in your chest, neck and face. You can't take much more of this teasing. You need to cum. Please Sir Ch. 03 You can't take much more of this teasing. You need to cum. You can feel the heat in your chest, neck and face. And even more in your pussy. The vibrator strapped over your clit has been left on its fourth setting, a quick pulsing sensation, like your clit is being flicked over and over. Your nipples are still sore from being pinched and pulled and you have my cum drying on your chest and stomach. As I stand beside the bed, I watch your hips wiggling in response to the sensations of pain and pleasure running through your body. You pull at the straps holding your arms and legs in place as you squirm, in need of an orgasm. As you look up at my face, your eyes are pleading with me to let you cum. Looking down I say, "Tell me what you want." "Please Sir..." Is all you can manage. "Please what, tell me what you need" I won't let you get away as easy as I did last time. "Please Sir... I need to cum" "That's a good girl" I say as I reach down. "Do not move until I say" I warn as I release you from your bonds. First your wrists, then your ankles; you are now freed from the straps that have been holding you to the bed. The vibrator is still assaulting your clit but you do not move. As I reach for the vibrator's remote control, you begin to wonder how many setting there are. You wait for the next level, not knowing how intense it will be or what rhythms it will bring. Instead I turn the vibrator off, there is a moment of relief it has been a long time since you've not had any stimulation. I reach down and begin to remove the vibrator from your clit, at my touch you lift your hips, trying to make contact with my hands. I carefully unstrap the harness from your waist and lift the device off your pussy. The vibrator, harness, bed and your pussy are all soaking wet. I lightly rub my finger over your pussy lips, causing you to moan and collecting your juices. I bring the wet finger to my nose and smell it. Your aroma is sweet and intoxicating, I look down at you watching me and while our eyes keep contact, I lick your wetness from my finger. The taste is delicious. I reach down and take hold of your hair at the back of your head and gently pull up. Carefully you get up off the bed, following my subtle directions. I lead you to the doorway, where I have you stop, standing in the door frame. I tell you to wait as I go back to my bag and retrieve the leather wrist cuffs and a short length of chain. I quickly put the cuffs on you an end of the chain to each. The chain is almost a foot long and doesn't seem to be much of a restraint to you. I take hold of the chain and start to pull your arms up. Looking up, you see a hook just above the frame at its center. As I hook the chain over the door, you realize that it is placed so that your arms will be stretched over your head with your feet just barely on the floor. If you try to move your legs too much your weight will be hanging by your arms. This leaves your body fully exposed and vulnerable to me. I take a step back to admire you; your arms stretched above your head, wearing only your garter belt, stockings and heels. Your nipples are still red from being played with and your pussy is dripping wet. You watch as I look you up and down, eyeing you hungrily. I reach out and firmly grab the back of your neck as I step in to kiss you. You tilt your head up to meet my lips, as we lock our mouths together I tighten my grip on your neck, taking control of the movement of your head. I hold you in place as I let my tongue explore your mouth. You kiss me back, our tongues meeting and dancing over each other. As our mouths continue their passionate explorations, I bring my other hand up to your wet pussy. Without letting go of your neck or breaking the kiss, I start to rub my finger up and down your slit. Your juices coat my fingers again as I add a second and third, rubbing over your mound and clit. Our tongues are battling in your mouth as I press my lips harder onto yours. I let my fingers play with you clit, still very sensitive from the vibrators attentions. I know you won't last long after all the teasing you've had, you're breathing is getting quicker already and your legs are beginning to shake. I let my middle finger slip into your pussy, pushing past your lips slowly. You moan into my mouth as you feel your whole being filled, finally. I add a second finger, sliding both in and out as I continue to rub your clit with my thumb. Your legs are shaking, threatening to give out. I move the hand at the back of your neck around to the front, gripping your throat tightly. I start moving my finger in and out of your pussy faster, increasing the pressure of my thumb on your overly sensitive clit. You can hear the sound of my hand, covered in your juices, moving over your crotch. I break the kiss and bend down to suck on your nipple, never letting go of your neck or slowing the fingers working your pussy and clit. You are now moaning loudly as your orgasm builds, the sound just makes me go harder and faster. As I lick and bite at your breasts and sensitive nipples, your legs are giving out under you. With the hand around your throat, I hold you upright. The other hand continues to work your pussy, sliding my fingers in and out. I add a third finger to fill your hole, my thumb rubbing your clit hard and fast. Your pussy grips my fingers tightly and I know you're almost there, just a little longer and you'll be pushed over the edge. I kiss you again, hard, mashing our mouths together. You eagerly suck on my tongue as it enters your mouth. My hand on your pussy is moving faster and my fingers are going deeper. Your legs give out, you're going to cum. I hold you up by your neck, as you let a loud moan out, breaking our kiss. I continue rubbing your clit, with my fingers buried deep inside you. Your hips shake violently as you cum, squirting your juices all over my hand and arm. You scream as your orgasm hits, finally giving you the release you've been needing all night. Your whole body spasms as the waves of pleasure course through you. Exhausted you slump forward as I bring my hand, covered in your juices, up to my mouth and lick the fingers that were inside you. I reach up and release your arms from the hook above. You fall to your knees, too weak to stand on your own. As you breathe deeply, I take hold of your hair again and tilt your face up to me. Your face, neck and chest are flushed and sweaty. Your breasts are heaving up and down with your deep breathing. Your pussy is still leaking juices onto the floor where you kneel in front of me. You look beautiful to me. Leaving you to catch your breath, I go back and pick up the vibrator from the bed. I bring it back to where you are kneeling and tell you to stand up. Seeing the vibrator again, your eyes get wide; you know that you won't be able to take the teasing of the vibrator without cumming again. Obediently you rise, slowly, to your feet. I kneel down and strap the harness back on you, making sure the vibrator is placed directly over your clit again. I then show you a new toy I picked up on the way back, another vibrator. This one is the regular kind that goes in your pussy, nearly eight inches long and three inches wide. I turn on the new vibrator so you can hear it humming loudly before I slide it into your still wet pussy, filing you completely. Immediately you start to feel the tingling through your crotch again. Turning on the vibrator over your clit to the highest setting I grab your hair again and pull you back down to your knees. With the two vibrators working over your clit and filling your hole so quickly after your orgasm, you know you'll cum again quickly. I tilt your head up to look at me again, seeing the look in your eyes; I know you will be cumming again soon. I decide it would not be fair for you to have a second orgasm before me. As I bring your mouth to my cock I tell you, "You better not cum before I do". Quickly you grab my dick and begin massaging my balls. You lick up from my balls to the tip of the head before opening your mouth and swallowing as much as you can. You try desperately to hold off your own orgasm as you suck up and down on my dick. Licking, stroking and lightly grazing your teeth up and down as you suck me in and out of your mouth. You're already beginning to feel your orgasm build and you know you will not be able to hold out much longer. Your pussy juices are flowing over the vibrator and mixing with your earlier cumming on the floor. You start to moan around my cock in your mouth, your head still bobbing up and down. Your only hope is to make me come even quicker than you. You try everything, sucking, licking, stroking the shaft and balls. You lick under my balls and up to the tip, your graze your teeth on the underside and fill your mouth and throat. I'm getting close; you can hear my breathing getting faster. Just as you think you might be able to make it, you feel the familiar waves of pleasure building in your pussy. The vibrators won't let up; you are on the edge of orgasm. In a last effort, you lick quickly underneath the head of my cock while you stroke your hands up and down the shaft. I'm almost there, but you are closer. Your second orgasm hits harder than the first, you let go of my cock and falling backwards, scream as your pussy grips the vibrator tightly. Your juices come flooding out around the vibrator as you squirm around on the floor. Waves of pleasure roll over you as you gasp for breath, while I watch and smile. I turn off and remove the vibrators and let you rest for a moment. As you calm down and catch your breath, you look up to see me standing over you. My still hard cock is pointing out at you, reminding you that I have not cum. I reach down and take you by the hair again; pulling you up to your feet and leading you back to the bedroom. "You were told to not cum before me, weren't you?" You only nod your head in response; you know that you are going to be punished. Please Sir Ch. 04 "You were told to not cum before me, weren't you?" You only nod your head in response; you know that you are going to be punished. I tell you to stand at the foot of the bed and bend forward, placing your arms, head and chest on the bed and your ass in the air. To help you keep this position, I slide a pillow under your stomach. Spreading your arms out to your sides, I use the cuffs that had been strapped to your ankles earlier around your wrists, to hold you in place. Stepping behind you, I take a moment to admire the view. Your legs, stretching up to your shapely ass, thrust high in the air. Your juices are running down your legs, still leaking from your red and swollen pussy lips. I smile at the beautiful sight. As I stand, watching your shapely ass wiggle in the air, I know the waiting is getting to you. Not knowing when the first blow will fall builds the anticipation and discomfort. So I wait and watch as you squirm for a minute before I reach out and caress your ass, rubbing your right cheek very lightly. The touch, unexpectedly gentle, makes you squirm even more. "I think twenty swats should be enough this time. Don't you?" I ask, as I slide my hand slowly down to the cleft of your ass cheek, making my way toward your open and dripping pussy. You wiggle your ass at the thought of the spanking to come and the feel of the soft caressing of your cheek. You are so caught up in your anticipation that you don't hear me ask you a question. You don't even notice when my hand stops moving over your ass. Suddenly, I pinch the soft flesh on the underside of your right ass cheek, very hard. The pain that shoots through you breaks you out of your thoughts. You scream loudly, more from surprise than from pain. "I asked you a question, I expect an answer." I say in a flat but firm tone. You shake a little as you whisper, "I'm sorry Sir. I did not hear you." Releasing your ass from between my fingers, I walk around to the side of the bed and kneel down so I can look you in the eyes. "You will learn to listen when I speak to you, for that you will get another twenty swats." Your eyes widen as you hear the punishment double. You think better of saying anything in fear it will only make things worse, but I can see the pleading look on your face. It has no effect on me though, you will receive all of your spanking and just to make sure you understand, I decide to have a little fun. "Tell me why you are being punished." Looking into my eyes you say softly, "I came before you, Sir." "And?" "And I was told not to," you say unable to look me in the eye. I reach over and lift your chin, forcing you to look at me as I ask, "How many times will you be spanked for that?" "Twenty times Sir." "And why are you getting the other twenty swats?" You desperately want to look away, but know that will only anger me. Forcing yourself to maintain eye contact you answer, "Because I was not listening to you, Sir." "That's right; do you deserve to be punished?" "Yes Sir." "Do you want to be spanked?" Softly, barely above a whisper, you say, "Yes Sir." "Ask me to spank you. Tell me why you deserve to be punished and ask for your spanking." Still looking into my eyes you say, "Please spank me, I did not follow your instructions and was not listening to you. I need to be punished." "That's not good enough," I say as I stand up. "You'll have to do better than that if you want me to spank that pretty little ass of yours. Tell me what you did to deserve your punishment." You blush as the humiliation of what you are about to say sinks in. As your face turns red, your pussy begins to twitch again. With your voice shaking you begin quietly. "I'm sorry Sir. You told me to not cum before you and I couldn't stop myself. Please spank me for not following your instructions." Your voice gets stronger as you continue, "I deserve twenty swats on my ass for disobeying you Sir. I also did not listen to you when you asked me a question; I was too busy thinking about you spanking me." As you are asking me to punish you, your pussy is getting wet again. I walk around to stand behind you again. When I run a finger along your cunt lips, you gasp and buck your hips slightly. "Please punish me for not listening to you; I deserve another twenty swats for that." You continue as I lightly stroke your pussy. "Teach me to listen to you better Sir, I need to be punished for being selfish." Your juices are now leaking down your thighs again making my fingers wet. You are moving your hips against the bed, rubbing your mound on edge of the mattress. When I take my hand away you keep grinding. You wait for the spanking to start, but it doesn't. "Spank me Sir, I need to be punished." You plead with me. I still don't touch you. Your pussy is aching for more attention and your anticipation is growing. You want to be spanked. "I've been bad and need a spanking, please spank me." This is what I want, for you to beg me to punish you. Then you remember and say those two little words that I've been waiting to hear. "Please, Sir." I smile as I swing my hand down hard on your left ass cheek. The sudden impact shakes your whole body and you cry out. The tingle of pain and excitement ripples through your backside as the next blow lands on your right cheek. You start keeping a count in your head. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... Alternating back and forth from left cheek to right cheek; I keep a steady rhythm, each blow falling with the same hard smack. Your ass is quickly turning red as the blood starts to flow. You start to moan with each swat, the stinging making you squirm in excitement. After the first ten smacks I move my hand lower, hitting the backs of your thighs just below your ass. 11... 12... 13... 14... The pain is starting to take over. Your thighs are more sensitive than your ass and the tingle is beginning to turn into a throb. Your pussy is dripping with juices again as each smack pushes you into the bed, rubbing your clit on the edge. 18... 19... 20... I stop. "That was twenty swats for not following instructions and cumming before me." I tell you as I watch your ass and thighs turn red in front of me. "The next twenty are for not paying attention when I speak to you. They will be harder and faster." The pause has given you time to calm down and feel the pain spreading through your ass. You know that the next set is going to really hurt. The thought of your ass being sore tomorrow is turning you on even more. Without warning I start again, this time swinging my hand upward. The blows land with a loud SMACK on the underside of the bottom of your cheeks, where they meet your thighs. The pain instantly shoots through you and you scream with each swat as tears start to form in your eyes. 1... 2... 3... 4... You can't keep track. Your ass is burning, your eyes are watering and your pussy is gushing. You're having trouble breathing as you scream out in pain. The fast and heavy blows on the most sensitive part of your ass have you squirming and shaking your rear to try to avoid the hits. After delivering the thirtieth swat I take a step back to admire my handiwork and give you time to catch your breath. Your ass now fades from a light pink at the top to a dark crimson at the bottom. The redness spreads all the way down your thighs and I know you will not be sitting comfortably for a couple days. "You're doing very well, only ten more to go." I watch your body shake and your hips wiggle as the throbbing in your ass builds. I wait for your breathing to calm down before I decide to finish. "I want you to count the last ten out loud for me." Finding your breath you reply, "Yes Sir." I use one hand to hold your waist and keep you from moving away from the blows to come. My other hand begins with purposeful swats, focusing on the top curves and the meaty part of your ass. The first lands on the top of your right cheek, stinging and tingling instantly. "One" The next follows close behind in the exact same spot as the first. "Ow, Two" I quickly move to the same spot on your left cheek. "Threeeee" Back to the right cheek... "FOUR" I land two back to back swats on your left cheek. "UGH Five" "AAHH SIX" Quickly alternating right and left, I finish out your punishment with very hard smacks. "SEVEN" "Mmphh EIGHT" "NIIIIIIIIIINE" "TENNNN" Gently I rub my hands over your now bright red ass, soothing the sting away. I look at your face, buried in the bed sheet and almost as red as your ass. Sweat is dripping from your forehead and your whole body is shaking. You can feel the pain fading away as the lower half of your body is throbs. Lightly I rub your ass in widening circles, occasionally dipping down to stroke your pussy. You are soaking wet, there are juices flowing down your legs and making a puddle on the floor. My fingers come away coated in your juices yet again. I can't help myself from getting a taste. Bringing my finger to my mouth I lick your fluids off, savoring the flavor of you. Looking down at you, arms bound, bent over the edge of the bed with your crimson ass high in the air and pussy juice running down your legs, I just can't wait any longer. Before you've had time to fully catch your breath from your punishment, I position myself behind you. Your cunt is red and swollen and dripping with natural lubrication. With my left hand on your back I hold your body down, pressed into the pillow below you. Without warning or speaking at all, I plunge my cock deep into your open pussy, taking you from behind. You gasp with the new sensation, the pleasure mixing with the throbbing pain. I start to fuck you, hard and fast. Each thrust slamming my hips into your newly reddened and tender ass. You start to moan again as I slide myself in and out of you, pulling almost all the way out before shoving back in to the base again. Over and over, I slam my dick into you, fucking you. The pain and pleasure mixing between your ass and pussy have you quickly nearing orgasm. Your juices flowing around my cock as I thrust in and out feel fantastic and I know I won't last long. We are both breathing heavily and sweating as I force myself into you over and over. Our grunts and groans get louder as we get nearer to orgasm. I'm fucking you harder and faster now, slamming into your ass with force. As I get close to cumming, I reach under you and tease your clit, making you moan loudly. Just as I'm about to cum, I pinch your clit hard between my fingers. The sharp pain and sudden sensation sends you over the edge. You buck your hips under me and cum all over my cock in your pussy. That's all I need and with a few final thrusts, I let go, filling you with my cum, shooting load after load into you. Spent, I collapse on top of you. I lay on top of you for a few moments, both of us catching our breath, before I get up. I undo the cuffs around your wrists and gently rub them to help the circulation begin to flow again. As you stand up, you reach behind and rub your sore ass. I take you in my arms and hold you, gently rubbing your back and stroking your hair. You lean against my chest and lay your head on my shoulder. We stand there for a while, holding each other, before you stand up and look me in the eye. "Thank you Sir." Please Sir, I Want Some More The boy wasn't really a boy (he'd just turned 18 a month ago), but he really felt like one. His name was Damien, and he was a street child. He'd lost his parents when the war broke out, and the opposing warriors came in riding with destruction in their hearts. Damien didn't know who'd won, but he didn't much care. Homeless and hungry, he'd joined other kids and together they found a way to survive, though their current 'homes' were merely crates near the shipyard. But he tried to help them out, especially because the little ones always cried more pitifully when they were hungry. He'd pierced his body like a performer he'd seen once, a long time ago. There were rings on his ears, eyebrows, nose, nipples, navel, and a practical armory around and on his genitals. He had made every single one, and had been lucky none had gotten him sick. A healer was too expensive, and the temples of healing didn't take kindly to the street children, except on the religious holidays when any beggar could get at least one meal and a meager blessing. So he displayed himself at the festivals (for a price) and the docks in anyone was interested. He never prostituted himself, but that was because he was frightened ever since the veteran came. It wasn't the veteran's fault though, he was his hero after all. Damien had been walking back home at night, when two half-drunk sailors had stopped him. At first they wanted to see his piercings, and then paid extra to touch. Damien didn't cry out, though they were quite rough. He'd considered the deal done and was turning to leave when one of the sailors grabbed his shoulder. "Where do you think you're going? We wanna fuck you tight ass so hard that all those things jingle around." He'd attempted to deny the offer, to return their money, but they seemed to get even more determined to take him. One pulled him into an alleyway and covered his mouth as he started to scream. His clothes were easily removed, and he'd been gagged with a tattered sleeve of his sweater. Crying, he still tried to struggle, but the two men were larger and stronger, never having experienced the starvation that had caused Damien's body to not really grow. One man had grabbed his wrists together, and was using his free hand to unbuckle his pants. Damien was being pulled in a low lean, and knew the man's cock would soon be in his mouth, unwashed and filthy. The other man kept Damien bent over the the way he was leaning over his back and wrapped an arm around his waist. His free hand was also undoing his pants, his hard length aching to sink deep into that skinny little ass. A sudden loud metallic clang startled them all, and they all looked to the entryway of the alley. There was a large man standing there, and the noise appeared to have been a sword he'd dropped next to travel pack. He had a roguish look about him, like a starving and rabid wolf. He stared down at them all with narrowed eyes, not saying a word. Damien realized he was in further trouble and renewed his efforts, but the sailor behind him gripped around his middle harder. "Hey you, get the fuck outta here. This here's our little slut. You go find your own." The newcomer did not respond for a minute, then shook his head calmly. He started walking towards them, calmly but with a heavy step. "Oh fuck this!" The sailor in front released Damien's wrists, then grabbed a knife at his belt, holding it out towards the man walking to them. "You were warned mister. But since you're a damn fool I don't feel the least bit sorry for you." Without giving any intention away, the stranger leaped forward, covering the distance between them like a graceful deer. He crashed into the sailor with a hand wrapped around the knife hand, gripping and crushing the man's bones with a sick crunch. The sailor screamed and dropped once his hand was let go, ignoring that the stranger moved quickly and had all ready attacked his compatriot. Damien registered the crunch and screaming, but the stranger moved so fluidly and unexpectedly, that one second he seemed to be in front, and then he was between him and the man who had just had him pulled against his front. Blinking in almost shock, Damien turned around and saw that the stranger had punched the sailor in the stomach, and the sailor was leaned over that arm, trying to breathe while he coughed out blood. Silently, the stranger stood straight, letting the offender fall to the ground. He turned around calmly and started walking back, ignoring Damien. As he got to his items, Damien started dressing quickly, avoiding the two injured sailors. He ran after the man, trying to talk to him. "Thank you mister! Is there anything I can do for ya?! I'm kinda a freak if you wanna see, no charge at all! Maybe you wanna know where a bar is?" Damien ran alongside the stranger (as his strides were quite long and he did not slow down for him). He felt a bit ridiculous, sounding far younger than he actually was. The man glanced at him as he walked, then away again. As they walked in more open areas, Damien realized the man had a scar through the right cheek, originating from the corner of his mouth. He remembered one time hearing that such-and-such army liked to cut their prisoner's tongues out, and left a side scar so they could easily see who'd be 'punished' and who hadn't in their foul prisons. It meant he was not only a veteran, but he couldn't speak. Feeling a bit abashed, but still quite thankful, Damien tried something else. "Hey mister, you want to sleep somewhere for free? We don't got a lot of food, but a little until morning. All the cheap places only open during the day." Pausing for a step, the veteran nodded at him. Damien then led the way to their little sanctuary, an abandoned dock house that had been set fire at least twenty or so years ago, most probably from a previous war. Most of the others were asleep, and the ones that weren't (having to lookout not only for other gangs, but rats that liked to bite the little children) knew that Damien would only bring someone trustworthy here, so they didn't bother him or ask him questions. The veteran looked around, then picked a corner and laid out a bedroll, lying down and falling asleep with his sword laid beside him. Damien went to his area and watched him for a few minutes, wondering how the man had escaped or had been released, and what he was going to do. If he'd had a wife before the war, she certainly wouldn't and couldn't have him anymore. As a former prisoner, thus marked, he was a dishonored soul, which was classified as dead in the social order. Thinking about the veteran, the boy had fallen asleep. The veteran stayed for several months, much to the confusion of the kids and few young adults who hadn't left to find their fortunes yet. He left his things during the day, and would return at night with food, or blankets and clothes. He never smiled to anyone, and practically ignored them otherwise. Damien was at a loss for why he was helping them out (and until following him one day, had been unsure as to how). The veteran fought in the arenas of sport, outdoing any opponent, though he was only allowed into the meager fights, not those for champions, based on his status. But he used the money to buy things for the young people he was living with, though surely he had enough winnings to get a room at an inn. Damien realized one day that he had been staring at the veteran more than usual. The man had bathed outside with a wet cloth, and Damien could see his naked body through the cracks in the wooden wall. He'd made sure no one else was around, then peeked through a little more. He felt a warm feeling in the pit of his belly as he stared the sunned skin, and ripples of scars and muscles on the veteran's body. Though Damien knew he was a large man, he hadn't realized just how powerful the man was underneath his clothing. He felt a blush on his cheeks when he caught a glance at the man's flaccid organ, wondering that if it was all ready that big, how much bigger could it get when hard? The idea wouldn't leave him all day and night, and he tossed and turned for hours. His hands had drifted to his pierced organ, stroking lightly, but unsure. He'd masturbated before of course (as sometimes he'd have to do it for a viewing customer to prove his piercings were deep and not fake), but there was a hesitation, and he kept himself deprived, staring at the veteran's silhouette. Finally he could take it no longer, and stepped out of his bed to walk over there. The watchers were in another part of the building, and he knew he had a while before they came back. He crouched down next to the bed, careful not to be too close. "Pst, mister. Hey, I need to talk to you." The opened his eyes instantly, and they stared straight at Damien, as if he had only been feigning sleep. Normally he ignored the young man, but his instincts told him there was something important going on. "I was thinking," Damien whispered, "I mean, I still owe ya. And I can do stuff, ya know?" Feeling stupider as he tried to make a point, Damien sprang forward and started undoing the man's pants, feeling a sudden yearning for the cock inside there. The man cuffed him suddenly, hard enough for him to say ouch, but not so hard that he couldn't still whisper it. He backed away a little and stared at the veteran almost sadly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that mister." The veteran stared at him a bit longer, then sighed, almost dramatically. While Damien was trying to figure out what else to say or do, the man suddenly reached out and grabbed him, pulling him down and under the old blanket. Damien merely froze still, not quite sure what was happening. He then realized the man had turned onto his side, and had Damien almost 'hugged' in front of him, also facing the same direction. The man's body felt warm against Damien's back, and he wondered if this mentally fuzzy feeling was why the prostitute of their group said she liked to do what she did. But his brain cleared suddenly when Damien felt the man's hands move in front of him, starting to pull off his shirt and pulls down his pants. Though Damien was unsure, he wasn't really afraid. He'd offered to either give the veteran and handjob or blowjob, and figured this wasn't all that different if the man didn't want that. It was a bit funny though, to pay back the man who'd saved his virginity with the opportunity to take it himself. Still though, there was something to be said about having the choice in the situation, and Damien felt a little giddy about it as well. Even though the blanket was covering him, Damien felt more exposed than he had ever been showing off his body before, probably because the soldier was still fully clothed behind him. He breathed in raggedly when the man's large hand rubbed over his chest palm-down. The rough calluses made his skin tingle in delight. The hand stroked and rubbed for a bit longer, then found a pierced nipple and started to gently squeeze and rotate it between two fingers. Damien had often had them touched, but it had never created a feeling that shot down to his crotch like this. He grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it to his face, wanting to muffle the moans he felt were coming out suddenly. The other heavy hand merely lay wrapped slightly around his stomach, just barely fingering his navel ring. After a few minutes though, as the upper hand continued to play with his pierced nubs, the lower one moved down. It was large enough to almost fully cup the youth's hardening manhood, and Damien had to shiver at the thought. He tried to muffle himself some more as the hand began to feel around, and he tried to part his legs a little more, giving it more access. The hand touched the piercings that were on the head of his cock, the shaft, the ones above the base, and those that had been pierced through the loose skin of his balls. Damien wanted to writhe around further as the hand found the two that had been the hardest to do, the small rings behind his sac, between it and his anus. He didn't know how the man had known where to search, but he was glad he had, as the electrifying feeling spread from any metal he touched flowed through him. The man's upper hand that had been consistently toying with the nipple rings slid down too, and both hands grabbed at the younger man's waist. Damien whimpered softly from a sudden fear, remembering how large the man's thick meat was. But as the man pulled his hips back to his crotch, Damien realized the man was still wearing his pants. Puzzled, he let the man continue to pull their hips together, eventually feeling the rigidity of the hot organ that his ass wanted without being able to touch. "Mister... why aren't you doing me right?" He asked softly, unsure if it was the right thing to do. Of course there was no verbal answer, and the veteran's veiled thrusts did not break their rhythm. The man did lean down his head a bit though, and started suckling Damien's neck and ear, making the young man forget his 'handicap'. It was a delightful feeling, and Damien had to grip his hands on the soldier's, needing to steady himself if at least symbolically. The man continued to hump his butt for a few minutes, sometimes slowly, and sometimes faster. Damien kept quiet as best he could, though the way the man nibbled and suckled at his neck by now was a challenge. The man's hands had moved once more, this time with a forearm hugging his waist to keep Damien still while he did the movements, and the other was rubbing his smaller cock up and down, teasing the piercings every time he touched them. Thus pleasured more than he could ever imagine, Damien came suddenly, making a sharp cry before he reminded himself to bite down on the blanket. His muffled noises were just as loud though, as the continued pumping of his manhood kept him in an ecstasy state for at least 3 whole minutes. Finally he realized he had finished, breathing hard as the occasional small muscle twitched in his body. The man had by now increased the pace of his hips pounding at Damien's, and the young man could feel that hardness against his ass so much clearer now. He still didn't understand why the man didn't just take him. But he supposed the veteran had his reasons, so he basked in the afterglow of his orgasm as the man finally finished, barely making a sound the entire time. They lay there together for a few minutes, until Damien realized he was getting sleepy and he should go to his bed, giving the man some peace. He started to wiggle away when the man wrapped his muscled arms around him tighter, preventing any 'escape'. Damien smiled to himself and lay still then. He fell asleep in the soldier's arms, feeling safer than ever in his life. He was a little curious if he hadn't been penetrated for his own sake, and if so, he hoped he could soon convince the veteran that it would be fine. But with how pleasant tonight had been, he didn't feel all that rushed just yet. Please Sir, May I Have Another? As he approaches, I can already feel myself cringing at how he might choose to treat me. At times, it is sweet, with only a little domination. At others, he is mean, cruel and violent, leaving me with multiple wounds and bruises. I try to determine by the look in his eyes what the mood will be for this evening, but I am unable to read them. As with every time he plays with me, I'll just have to wait and see what he does this time. I am already tethered to the wooden post he has added to his bedroom for just these sorts of romps. I have been waiting for what seems like an eternity, but is more likely closer to an hour. My wrists are bound together above my head, using metal cuffs lightly lined with material. My legs are pulled almost as far apart as they will go and around my ankles are cuffs that are attached to links he has drill into the hardwood flooring. I am completely nude except for the ribbons intertwined in my long, brunette braids and a choker around my throat which has several metal hoops dangling from it. My face is free of makeup, as he prefers me to have a clean appearance. I am freshly shaved, as this is also his preference. My nipples are hard and already I can feel myself getting wet. All I want is to please him and simply knowing that he is there to take what he desires most has me ravenous for him. He comes closer still and this is when I can smell the alcohol on his breath. There is no way to read him when he's been drinking, unless he is drunk, but he hides that so well, I am unable to tell if he is or not. If he is drunk, this is going to hurt. He leans in close to my ear and whispers "you know that all you are to me is a dirty, little whore." With those words, the torment begins. He grabs a hold of one pert nipple and twists it savagely while dipping down to bite the other. His teeth sink in and immediately I feel overwhelming amounts of pleasure and pain. His other hand moves down between my thighs and his fingers start massaging my clit. Slowly and gently he massages, the whole time bringing terrible pain to my nipples. He slips a finger inside of my wet pussy while still massaging my clit with his thumb. His other hand releases its grip on my nipple and he removes his teeth from my other nipple, which has begun to bleed slightly. He continues to massage me while his other hand reaches into a pocket of his jeans. When it comes out, he is holding a razor blade in it. He starts to run the razor along my flesh, not cutting, just running it along my shoulders, neck, breasts and stomach. He moves the razor along my thighs and up between them. I can feel the metal against my cunt and I try not to wince or make any sound of defiance. He pokes the corner of it into my soft flesh and the pinch feeling it makes is both painful and satisfying at the same time. He moves the blade again, flat against my skin, all along my pussy, looking up from his work from time to time to see if I'm attempting to watch. I know better than to look, so my eyes are averted, but I can see him through my peripheral vision. He moves the blade back up along my stomach and makes a small slice along my abdomen. I wince just a little and he notices. "What was that?" he asks. I simply reply with, "Please sir, may I have another". "Good girl", he says as the blade makes another swipe at my skin. This time I refrain from any sounds, although the pain is there as it was the first time. He laps at the thin lines of blood left from the blade as his hand continues to work me. Inside I'm burning with desire, but outside my flesh is screaming. He runs his tongue up along my stomach and between my breasts. He runs the blade along my cheek, looking into my eyes as he does so. He knows better than to leave any visible marks that would show when I go to work, but sometimes I worry. The metal traces down along my jaw and then he's dragging it along my neck. I hold my breath as it continues its way down and and edge is pressed into my nipple. I bite down on my lip hard and taste the blood. I know that I must be quiet to avoid serious punishment. He then takes his hand away from my soaked cunt and licks his fingers clean. He sets the razor down and walks across the room. He returns with a whip in his hands and starts to strike me with it repeatedly. My skin catches fire in each spot he strikes and I can feel the burning remain afterwards. He whips me dozens of times across my backside. Tears are running down my cheeks as I try to keep quiet. He throws the whip across the room and walks towards me, undoing his pants. He grabs me around the waist and thrusts deep into me. I struggle against my restraints a little as he pushes deeper and harder into me, short, quiet grunts leaving his lips as he does. His hands around my back cause my welts to sting more as he starts to dig his nails in. His grunting gets louder as his grip and thrusts become more determined. He fucks harder still and then I can feel him release inside of me. He loosens his grip around my waist and pulls out of me. He then slaps my ass with his hand and asks if I would like to cum. I nod at him as he kneels before my body, his mouth lunging forward to my bare, wet mound. He pulls at my clit with his teeth, biting more than nibbling and I moan as he does so. He doesn't seem to notice as he continues to bite me, stopping to suck from time to time. He inserts two fingers, slamming them into me again and again as he continues the rotation of biting and sucking. My orgasm builds inside me as his hands and mouth work me over. All of the pain I've experienced has faded as I strive for my ultimate goal. He keeps plowing his fingers in, slipping a third then a fourth in. His hand is soaked from my wetness as he continues the onslaught. He then inserts his entire hand in my cunt and I scream out. He moves it in and out quickly as his speed on my clit increases. With one quick thrust of his full hand inside me, I cum. My body shakes as I dangle helplessly from the post. He pulls his hand out and walks towards his bed. He lies down for a moment, pants undone, but still on. I look over to him to see if tonight he will let me down. After a few moments, I realize he is asleep and I will be forced to sleep hanging from the post. Please Sir, More Anal My husband is pretty conventional when it comes to sex: Missionary, 20 mins tops, sleep afterwards. The thing is we both have very strong spiritual beliefs in fact he's a church minister. Even though we both believe that sex is something to be enjoyed, somehow sex with each other has become really routine. For a long time, I've fantasized about anal. I usually rub my pussy for a while until I'm dripping wet and have come once or twice then I coat my ass with my cream and then finger fuck my ass with a couple of fingers as I rub and slap my clit hard. I usually have the most intense orgasms this way. One day my husband returned from work unexpectedly early and nabbed me in this position with my hand up my ass. He stripped and without permission shoved his cock down my throat as I continued to fuck my ass and slap my clit, moaning and choking around his cock. I became even more aroused because it was so out of character for the two of us. He slapped my ass really hard and I came squirting a large amount of cum out my pussy. Next he turned me over and fucked my pussy hard doggy style, his balls slapping my clit. He shot his load hot and hard into my pussy, in six or seven hot spurts, moaning the entire time as if it hurt. I really wanted him to fuck my ass even though he said he was tired so as he lay on his side I slid down his body started to suck his softening cock very hard, focusing on the tip and pressing my tongue hard against his cock hole over and over again. As I sucked, I allowed my teeth to gently nip his cock around the head and I heard him suck in a breath, as he pushed against my teeth, wanting the pain of my little nips but fearing my teeth as well. I rubbed my pussy lubricating my fingers with my cream and then I shoved two fingers up his ass. He protested but he was to weak and overcome by my sucking to do much but clench his butt to prevent my entry. I shoved my fingers into his ass through his resistance and then began to massage his ass from inside, strongly milking his prostate. He turned bright red and started to grind his ass against my hand. With my other hand i massaged his balls and pressed on the flesh behind his balls in front of his anus and i could feel my fingers massaging him on the inside. Before I knew it he shoved me off him and turned me over and spanked my ass. He groaned to me: "Lube?" and I directed him to my drawer forgetting I had brought out my stash of huge dildos (a stash he knew nothing about previously) for use that evening. As I squirmed waiting for him to lube me up, I felt the large head of my cold hard glass monster dildo (12 inches long, 4 inches around, my largest one) press against my pussy... I blushed as he pushed it in. It slid in very easily because I was so wet, usually I had trouble (and pain) getting it in but I was so aroused I wanted it in me really quickly. "Pound me with it," I begged him. I could only take 8 inches of the dildo so it was really easy for him to wrap his fist around the exposed end and hammer my pussy with it. I was screaming and I couldn't stop cuming. It was beginning to hurt, the pounding and the cuming, but I wanted more. My husband flipped my legs over my head so that my shoulders were pinned to the bed, my ass completely exposed tight to him. He pushed the dildo harder and surprisingly, in this new position, the remaining 4 inches disappeared into my grasping pussy. I could feel the tip of the dildo pressing against my cervix in a kind of pleasurable pain. "More," I begged him, "please, please fuck my ass. I need you in my dirty ass hole, please sir!" I don't know where the "sir" came from, it must be have been some suppressed fantasy. He told me to hold my legs above my head in the position he'd given me and then began to alternately ream my pussy with the huge dildo and slap my ass. He then lubed his fingers up and shoved them up my dirty ass, moving his fingers around, first one wiggling about, and then a second one stroking the dildo through the wall of my anus and then a third, so that three fingers were fucking my tight little ass. I began to scream again. As he began to shove his 8 inch super thick hard cock into my ass, I began to thrash around barely able to hold his prescribed position. The pain was intense but so was the pleasure. I was lubed up just enough to allow him to slide into me without hurting my delicate ass tissues, but I wasn't lubed up enough that the ride was completely smooth and painless. It was the most delicious feeling in the world. The huge dildo cock in my pussy made my ass so tight that my guy could barely get his thick cock in. But he was determined and shoved is way in, cuming a little as he entered because of the tightness; his cum easing his way in a little. When he was fully seated in me, I felt like I could feel him really deep inside me, up to my back, my belly button. I shifted my grip on my legs from behind my knees to my ass, separating my ass cheeks even as I kept my feet over my head, a feat made easier by the fact I am a pilates instructor. I used my middle finger to touch my perineum and found that between his thick cock and my large 12x4 inch dildo, it was pretty non existent. His dick was rubbing against the clear glass of my dildo. He withdrew a halfway from my ass, pushing all 12 inches of dildo up my weeping pussy. Then he pulled 6 inches of dildo out and slammed back into me. It hurt sooo good. I felt so dirty and yet so good. I started to beg him again. "Please harder, use me like a whore, use me, use me!" It's like something in him snapped and he picked up a punishing rhythm into my ass. He was muttering unintelligibly as repeatedly he slammed into my ass. It wasn't enough. "Harder! Harder!!!" I screamed even as I thought he couldn't possibly fuck my ass any harder. But he did, pounding me, like I had never thought possible. It hurt but at the same time it was the best pleasure I'd ever known. I had come so many times that I was now passive, helpless as my pussy contracted over and over again. I could tell right before he was about to cum as his thrusts became more and more violent and punishing and his pounding with the dildo more brutal. "You want to be used?" he asked me. "Yes sir," I replied (again with the sir). I was trembling. He shoved the dildo so hard into my pussy, I could feel it go up my cervix a little. I moaned in pleasure/pain, my body knowing it would never be the same again, not after knowing such pleasure could be mixed with such pain. It was the best feeling. He shoved his cock up my ass one more time, hitting the ass side of my g-spot so that I began convulsing with orgasm and squirted so hard and for so long that I thought I was peeing myself until I smelled the familiar scent of my essence. Simultaneously he started to jerk uncontrollably. My ass was so on fire that his cum seemed like a soothing balm up my ass. He fell on me, his weight pinning me down as my legs fell to the bed, my knees cradling his his hips. He slipped out of me, and rolled of me lying on his back. I saw his now softening cock, covered in cum, and only a little speck of shit which was surprising since I hadn't had an enema. He wasn't saying anything so I got up to get a wet cloth to wipe him off. As I stood, I noticed two things, one his cum was running out of my gaping asshole, which startlingly hadn't returned to its original rosette. I fingered my asshole hole now gaping unfamiliarly and winced a little but couldn't help moaning as my ass already craved attention deep within again in spite of the burning. My husband turned over on his stomach and as I saw his round, tight ass, my pussy clenched and I noticed a 2nd thing, the glass dildo was still wedged in my still dripping cunt. Quietly i pulled the dildo out, it was well lubricated by a mixture of my cream, my cum, and his cum from earlier. I touched his ass, and gave both cheeks a quick squeeze and he mumbled something that sounded like "No more." I stuck the dildo back into my pussy and began to massage his back for a minute or two before I got to my goal of his butt. He was squirming even as he moaned "No, no more," but he did nothing to stop me. Once again, I removed the dildo from my wet pussy, and pressed the tip up his ass. Immediately, he began to tense up and try to buck me off, but I'm pretty sturdy about a size 14, and I kept my balance, if anything his bucking helped me push the dildo further into his ass. I knew I had hit his prostate, when he froze and then jerked into the bed. I began to pound his virgin ass with the dildo, angling to ensure maximum contact with his prostate. His moans turned into sobs as he began to buck harder into the bed, taking more and more with each pounding stroke, 4 inches, then 6 inches, then 8, until all that was left outside when I pushed into him, was the two inches I was gripping so that I could pound him properly. He began to press upwards against my dildo, his greedy ass wanting even those final 2 inches. He came with a long shout and for such a long time that I was jealous of the sheets as they became soaked with his cum. I wish he could have come inside me. We never spoke of that event, but nowadays, anal is a big part of our sex life. Sometimes he lets me pound his ass too although I know he's a little uncomfortable that he enjoys it so much. I bought him a bigger dildo (14inch silicone novelty dildo that has a handle attached which is perfect for pounding asses that want to take all 14 inches) because his ass is so greedy. He doesn't realize that I got it especially for him though and thinks it's for us both (as if!). These days though, I make sure he's inside me before I ream his ass, he comes for soooo long that I'm full to overflowing and his cum drips into my ass lubing it up for my own dildo/fingers afterwards... Please, Sir? Pt. 02 This is an old story that I'm reposting because it's not on my bio page. It's one of my favorites, I love being a nasty little secretary... Hugs, Josie * * * * * Click Here to listen. (11.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Please Sis, No More "Please sis, no more. My ass is really sore! You've been screwing me for almost two hours and I have band practice with the guys!" David's ass was sticking out and totally exposed to his sister Moira's strap-on dildo. His long, bleach-blonde hair was hanging down around his shoulders and the mascara she had applied nearly three hours earlier was running down his cheeks from the occasional tears he cried while she sodomized his asshole. # David's eighteen and finishing his Senior year of high school. He gets B's and C's in school except for Band where he gets A's. He also plays guitar in a rock band with three guys and a girl from his class. He started letting his dirty-blonde hair grow three years earlier and it's now about half-way down his back. His sister Moira is nineteen and in her first year of a local Junior College. She also waits tables at a family-style restaurant in town. She lettered in field hockey and water polo in school and maintains an athlete's body. Unlike his sister, David is slightly built and never was very good in sports. They live with their mother who works two jobs to keep the family going. Their dad has been out of their lives for a few years. Last year, their mother put Moira in charge of David as she was gone so much with work. That's when David's life really changed. Moira had always bossed him around but now she has taken it to another level and David hates it but doesn't know what to do about it. So he suffers daily humiliations at the hands of his sister. Shortly after Moira was put in charge, she caught David with a pair of her sweaty underwear. He was doing the family laundry after school and was sorting clothes. When he picked up a pair of Moira's panties that she had worn while working out, he felt the dampness in the crotch. His hormones raging - and thinking he was home alone - he put her panties to his nose and inhaled. David had never gotten into a girl's panties, but he could smell the mixture of sweat and sex on his sister's panties. He took another long breath and that's when Moira snapped a picture of him with her camera phone. He didn't see her and he didn't know it then, but that moment would change his life. A few days later after Moira had had a chance to think about what she had and what she wanted to do, she walked in on David while they were home alone and he was in the bathroom in just his underwear. She surprised him and he tried to make her leave but Moira was always stronger than him and wouldn't go. Then she showed him the picture of him smelling her underwear and he nearly cried. She told him he would be her little bitch and do what he was told or she would spread the picture of him all over his school - starting with his band mate, Kerri. Moira knew David had a crush on Kerri but had never said anything to her. He tried to resist but the next day Moira helped him bleach his hair blonde and then applied mascara and soft pink lipstick to his face before taking another picture of him for 'safe keeping'. Mom was surprised to see David had bleached his hair when she got home from work, but told him it looked great on him. All David could do was smile. # "Oh David - don't be such a girly-girl. I haven't screwed you for two hours. Remember, I talked to Cindy on the phone for at least twenty minutes." "Yeah, but you left the dildo in my asshole when you started talking about your date." Moira smiled. She did unsnap the harness from her body and leave the latex cock buried in his asshole. She didn't want David to hear any details of her fucking the guy from her Social Studies class. After the call, she spread some KY around the dildo, strapped the harness back around her hips and continued fucking David's sweet asshole. She always tells him it's a better workout than her aerobics class! # It really had started out innocently enough. Moira would dress him up in some of her older outfits - panties and bras included - and try out different make-up when she knew mother was working late. David would have to do his household chores while dressed in this manner. Of course, she started using the new digital camera mom had bought her for Christmas. Those files were safely hidden where David couldn't delete them. One day she decided David's toenails should be painted and so she did. He was horrified when she said she wouldn't remove the paint. It was winter and he'd be wearing socks all the time anyway. It took a turn for the worse, or the sexual, during their winter break from school. Mother had said she had to go straight from her day job to her night job so they'd be alone all day. It had snowed the night before so no one was really going outside anyway. David was wearing Moira's tank top and exercise shorts with panties and a sports bra while washing clothes. Moira wasn't dressed all that differently as she did some dusting around the house. She had recently bought a couple pair of thong panties and they were in her laundry basket. When David found them, he began teasing her about them. He was asking who was gonna get to see them - who she wanted to fuck. Moira ignored him at first but when he persisted, she started to chase him around the house. She finally caught up with him in the den and they began to wrestle. David held his own for a couple minutes until Moira kicked out his leg and he fell to the floor. Moira tumbled on top of him and proceeded to pin his arms and legs. Knowing David to be quite ticklish, she moved her body around so she could keep him pinned and she began to tickle him with her free hand. David thrashed around but was helpful under his stronger sister and her tickling hand. Moira's ankles were across his and she held both wrists with one hand. This put her body lying on David's as her other hand tickled his ribs. David bucked his hips and tried to free himself but it was no use. Neither one of them would admit to starting it, but suddenly David was grinding his penis into Moira's crotch. She felt his thrusts but just kept tickling his ribs. It had been a couple weeks since Moira had had sex so she ground her pussy into his cock. It didn't take long and David was cumming in Moira's panties as she ground into him. He cried out as he dry humped his sister on the floor. Moira didn't let David know that she had cum too. Instead, she reacted with indignation. She got up and told him she couldn't believe what he had just done! Dry fucking his sister and then creaming his panties. She was shocked and told him to go clean himself up and make sure he thoroughly washed her panties of his disgusting cum. Moira walked into her bathroom and lowered her shorts and panties. She stuck two fingers in her pussy and coated it with her own cum. And then she licked her fingers clean. And the game between them had just become more than humiliating her little brother. It had become sexual. # "Okay, I'll give you a break little brother." And Moira slipped the dildo from his stretched and pained asshole. "How long until your band practice?" "In an hour. It's at Kerri's house so I have to leave a few minutes before five." David told her as he straightened up. He was rubbing his ass cheeks as if that would stop the ache he was feeling between them. This was by far the longest time Moira had ever used the dildo on him. His cock was hard as a rock from being ass-fucked by his sister for nearly two hours. She rarely lets him touch himself while in her presence and today was no different. He knew his ass would be aching all through band practice. He sure hoped Kerri didn't notice him walking funny. "And don't touch yourself before you go! Remember today was punishment for not getting the kitchen cleaned yesterday before mom got home from work." "Please Moira! That's no fair - It practically hurts just to touch it!" "Then don't touch it and get your chores done promptly the next time!" Moira knew he didn't have the courage to disobey her so she went to take a shower. After fucking him for nearly two hours, she was sweating and horny beyond belief. The first thing she did in the shower was point the nozzle at her pussy. The warm jets of water hit her clitoris as she rubbed two fingers across it. She had to lean against the shower wall as her body shook in orgasm. Moira thought of David's hard pecker and smiled to herself. # Not long after the tickling episode, Moira was tidying up her mother's room when only she was home. The bottom drawer of her dresser was open a couple inches and as Moira went to kick it shut, something caught her eye. She opened it wider and found a couple different vibrators and a dildo in the drawer. She wasn't totally surprised as her mother was single. She is an attractive 41 year-old who only occasionally dated and surely had the same urges as Moira. Both the vibrators buzzed to life when she turned them on. Moira knew she would be home alone for a couple more hours so what was the harm in trying one out. She selected the one that seemed to shake much harder in her hand and hopped on the bed. She pulled down her shorts and panties and pressed the vibrating latex cock to her pussy. Immediately it sent shock waves through her body. Touching it to her clit and then sliding it between her wet pussy lips made her body feel alive. She felt herself cumming in mere minutes as she pressed the vibrator to her clitoris and didn't move it until she did. Once she had cum, she decided she needed to look around mom's room for other toys. It took some serious snooping, but she found a false wall behind mom's closet. Mom had some sexy lingerie hanging on hooks. And a leather harness that had a dildo still strapped into it. Moira took it out and tried it on for herself. She and her mom often swapped clothes so the harness fit without any adjustments necessary. Moira immediately knew she had to use this on David. Three days later, Moira was having a terrible afternoon. Her water polo team got beat and she thought she played terribly. She walked outside and realized David was not there to pick her up as he was supposed to do. She tried calling him but he didn't answer his cell. By the time she got home, she was livid - with her shitty day and with David not picking her up from school. She marched into his room and found him asleep in just his shorts. Instead of yelling at him, Moira went into her room and stripped down to her bra and panties and then marched into her mother's room. She stepped into the harness and attached the dildo. She pulled it tightly to her hips and smiled as she saw herself in the full-length mirror. The latex cock was menacing as it hung from her hips. Moira walked into David's room and grabbed his ankles. She pulled him down the bed as he awoke. "What's going on?", David cried out as he felt himself being pulled. Seeing Moira, he was stunned that she was home. He hadn't even noticed how she was dressed - yet. Before he knew what was going on, Moira pressed the latex cock to his lips. "You little shit! You were supposed to pick me up at school. Instead, I find you asleep at home! You're gonna pay for screwing up!" Moira pressed the cock hard against his face. "Now open your mouth and suck!" When he hesitated, Moira slapped his cheek. Stunned, David opened his mouth to scream and Moira thrust into his mouth. Moira started pushing the cock in his mouth. David squirmed to get free but Moira held him firmly with both hands. After a few minutes, Moira pulled the latex cock from his mouth. Spit trailed from his lips to the cock as she did. David started to move away from her, but she grabbed his arm. "I'm not finished with you." David had no idea what was to come next but he soon learned. "Now turn over and stick that cute little ass in the air for me!" David really didn't understand and just sat still on the bed. Moira used her strength and pushed him onto his stomach. She pulled down his shorts exposing his bare ass to her for the first time. David turned his head to look over his shoulder as Moira got between his legs. She pressed the head of the slick cock against his asshole and smiled for the first time since she got home. "No Moira! Please!" David finally realized that Moira was going to fuck him. Moira wasn't sure how much he could take - even she had never been fucked in the ass - so she pressed forward with restraint. The head of the cock pushed inside his opening asshole. David buried his face in the bed sheets and screamed as she began to violate his ass. His spit still coated the cock and she began to slide in and out of his asshole. He could feel his cock hard against the bed as Moira's latex cock slid in and out of his hole. Finally Moira pulled out and just walked away from him. When he knew she was gone, David jerked his cock just twice and cum erupted onto his bare chest. Moira went to her bathroom and quickly got herself off with two fingers. She couldn't believe how horny she got from fucking her brother's asshole. The fourth time she strapped on the dildo, she did not wear a bra. Moira thought David would cum as soon as he saw her. The sixth time, she was nude. Mother was going to be out for the evening. Moira made up David's face with mascara, creams and lipstick. She had him wear a padded bra, tank top and short skirt but no panties. Moira had found some cute black female shoes for him and had him wear them with lace white socks. She made him wait for her in her room as she disappeared into her bath room. A couple minutes later, Moira walked into her bedroom from the bathroom wearing three-inch heels and holding the harness with dildo in her left hand - totally nude. David's eyes grew as big as saucers as soon as he saw his sisters athletic body. He had never seen a nude female in real life and he could feel his penis growing under the short skirt. Most of the girls on the water polo team had shaved their pubes smooth and Moira was no different. Moira turned around once to show her brother what her body looked like from all angles. She stepped into the harness and pulled it up around her hips. Fastening the buckles, she took the cock in her hand and stroked it like she was trying to make it harder. She smiled at him and she could feel her nipples grow hard as she imagined the next few minutes in her mind. Moira had told David what she expected him to do while they did his make-up. She studied him and he really did look like a cute girl with the long, blonde hair and all the make-up. Moira asked David what he thought of her body and smiled when David told her how hot she looked. "I'm ready now to fuck my little bitch. Please get ready for me." David sat on the edge of the bed and lifted his skirt to expose his hard penis. David lay back on the sheets and put his feet firmly on the floor. Moira smiled at him as she coated the cock with KY. She bent her knees and pressed the tip of the cock to his asshole. She leaned over him and her small, firm tits hung above him. She slowly slid the cock into his expanding asshole. Moira began to fuck in and out of him as she felt his asshole open up to her. As she was burying the cock into his asshole, Moira helped David lift his legs around her hips. This allowed her to go deeper inside of him. As she leaned into him, David's lips brushed her nipples. It wasn't planned but Moira liked what it did to her. She leaned forward again and pressed her nipples to David. His mouth hungrily sucked on her nipples as she plowed his asshole. Moira's belly rubbed on his cock and David knew he would cum. "Please Moira, I'm gonna cum" David said as he released her nipples from his lips. Moira didn't say anything but she rubbed his cock with her firm stomach muscles and he quickly came against her skin. Moira knew she needed relief and she knew how she would get it today. Moira unfastened the buckles and stepped out of the harness without removing the dildo from David's asshole. David looked at her as Moira climbed onto the bed. She lifted her left leg and straddled David's face. Looking down at him, she lowered her bare, wet pussy onto his face. David's tongue hungrily licked her moist pussy. Her sex was covered in sweat and pre-cum juices as she pressed herself to him. Moira pulled her nipples as she felt David's tongue lick her pussy. She reached down and frigged her clit and quickly felt her body shaking. Her orgasm rocked her body as David frantically licked her pussy lips. Her body spasmed again before she fell off his face and lay on the bed. Moira was panting and her chest heaving as she recovered from her orgasms. David too was exhausted as stood unsteadily. He looked in the mirror and saw his mascara running down his cheeks and his lipstick smeared. Looking down, the dildo and harness slipped from his asshole and fell to the floor. # "How was band practice today?" "It was pretty good. We're sounding better all the time. Kerri looked and sounded great." David was smiling as he spoke of Kerri. "Mom will be home in twenty minutes - dinner is almost ready." As he was walking away, Moira added "Kerri said you really rocked today and that you're ass looked great in those jeans." David stopped in his tracks and turned to face Moira. He could feel his penis stiffening in the tight panties Moira made him wear to practice. Moira smiling, "She texted me. We've become friends lately." PLEASE Sit On My Face! I've had this overwhelming want to taste your pussy all day. Please don't let up on me; I want---no, I NEED---you to sit on my face and use my mouth for your pleasure. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (11.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Please Someone, Open the Box "Ron honey, I'm home," Swiveling my recliner around I noticed that my wife Gerry had her arms full of bags that were stuffed full of goodies of some kind or other. She and her girlfriend Freda had spent the day at their favorite past time, shopping and stopping off at all of the garage sales. I'd spent the day trying to get the grass mowed as the rains had been extensive and after several weeks the grass had frankly gotten away from me. Gerry walked to the fireplace while reaching into a bag. She pulled out a strange looking wooden box, placed it on the mantle, and headed for the kitchen. Over her shoulder she said, "The box has a very interesting story. Let me put the bags on the table, visit the little girls room, make some lemonade, and then I'll tell you all about it." The box aroused my curiosity as it looked to be very old and had strange markings on it. Putting my beer on the table next to me I rose, walked over to the mantle, and picked the box up to examine it. The box itself was wood, about six inches wide by eight inches long, and stood about four inches high. It was so old that I couldn't identify the wood as it was almost black from time and circumstance. Etched into the box top and sides were strange markings that almost seemed familiar somehow. Thinking about it I remembered the picture in my history book of the Hammurabi Code with its strange markings. Interspersed with these markings were others I couldn't begin to identify. If this was a box where were the hinges to open it and the hasp to keep it closed? Perhaps it was like those Chinese puzzle boxes where you had to slide various pieces of wood in the correct sequence to open it. . . No such luck. I still don't know how it happened but suddenly the lid popped up and I was immediately enveloped in a cloud of musty smelling dust and some sort of a gossamer blue cloud. The cloud emerged from the box like a tornado or a swirling dervish. I had inhaled and swallowed some of that damn dust and started sneezing and coughing as the cloud landed on the floor and began to take on a human form. The form was so hazy I couldn't tell whether it was a male or female or? Suddenly the whatever it was spoke, "Hello Ron. Thanks for letting me out of the box." The voice somehow sounded familiar but I couldn't place it . . Wait a second how did it know my name? Without my speaking a word the form answered my question, "Because I can read your mind." "Who or what are you?" I asked with kind of a croak from that damn dust. "I'm something like a genie," was the reply. "Right! I bet I'm gonna get three wishes," I snarled. The form (or genie, using his term) laughed and said, "Your good Ron, three wishes will be granted." Having had quite enough of this I shouted, "Who are you? How did you get in the box? Who gave you the power to grant wishes? Why would I get three wishes?" The genie raised what seemed to be an arm to stop me and answered, "In the order you asked; Later . . Later . . my boss, and three wishes because I was given the power to grant three wishes whenever I was freed from the box." I looked at the genie for a second, when he again spoke, "No Ron you can't order me to answer all of your questions. Unlike the fairy tales you don't control me and besides the genie union wouldn't allow it." Raising my eyebrow I queried, "What genie union?" From his mouth came what sounded like a mirthful response, "You don't think I'm the only genie, do you? There are in fact six of us." To my question, "Why six," he shrugged and replied, "You will know all later." "What is my wife Gerry going to say when she walks in here and sees you?" The genie smiled with with what I swore was a leer, "I've put a spell on her until our business is finished. Now about those three wishes, the sooner you start the sooner our business is concluded." To the thought in my head that I was being had, the genie answered, "Ron, I assure you the three wishes will be granted, so start wishing already." "Ok! Here goes," I said in a voice filled with doubt and suspicion. "First I'm not going to ask for money like all of the fairy tales. I want to discover or invent something that will benefit all of mankind, not rape the planet or hurt any living thing. It will be cheap to make so everyone can use it. I want it to be patentable so I can make money off of it, at least for a little bit." "Jesus, your not asking for much are you? Let me think on it while you make wishes two and three." "For wish number two I've always wanted to play and sing beautiful music. My wish is that I can sing in perfect pitch and play any musical instrument I pick up and do it like a virtuoso." "That's fair and so it shall be. Now for number three?" said the genie, with what I took to be a smile. "This may be a silly one, but I want to be able to read, speak, write, and be understood in every language in the world including the various dialects. I also want to be able to do it as if I were a Dr. of Letters in each of the languages," I said with a sheepish shrug of my shoulders. "It is granted," said the genie. With that last something very strange began to happen. The genie's form began to solidify and is short order I was looking at my doppelganger. Suddenly I began to feel very strange. Looking down I saw my body dissolving into a blue cloud. "What the hell is going on?" I screamed in terror. My doppelganger laughed hysterically as he told me, "Something I forgot to mention. When the three wishes are granted we swap places. The process is called transmogrification, and simply put I am you and you are, or soon will be me." "Wait! I assume that all three of my wishes have to be granted before this can take effect. Whatever happened to wish number one?" I asked, looking for some sort of a reprieve. "Oh, it's already being taken care of. In about two years I am going to be a very rich Ron," he said with a smirk. "If I have all of your powers how can I be put into the box," I blurted out in a voice filled with triumph. "You have all of my powers but one. That's the power granted me to put you in the box, which you won't receive until you're in the box and the lid is shut, cause that's the way it works," my doppelganger said with his final chortle of absolute and total victory. As the blue cloud of Used To Be Ron suddenly found itself flying into the box in reverse order to the clouds original exit from the box it screamed out, "How long were you in the box?" "Five hundred years," came the gleeful reply. The lid began to close, filling the box with Used To Be Ron, and finally covering it with a total darkness. One thought kept running through Used To Be Ron's mind, "Please someone, open the box." The New and Improved Ron walked over to the recliner, sat down, picked up the beer and took a grateful swig. In his mind among all of Ron's thoughts, memories, and knowledge was one thought that flashed off and off like a red neon sign, "Don't open the box." As the N&I Ron set the empty can back down Gerry sashayed into the room. The way her hips swayed and her braless breasts bounced there was no doubt that she was a very horny woman on a mission. The N&I Ron rose to meet her as she threw her arms around his neck and covered his lips with a blistering kiss. As their lips touched she wrinkled her nose as a thought ran through her mind, "My God he smells like he's been crawling through the old steamer trunk up in the attic." Giggling she grabbed his hand and began to drag a very willing N&I Ron with her. In the throaty voice of a woman who is sexually aroused she leeringly said, "Sailor I'm going to scrub your sorry ass, and then I'm going to jump your bones until you and your sexy body are reduced to a quivering whimpering wreck." Comments are always welcome and appreciated. sign me A Horny 'ol Sailor 30- Please Someone, Open the Box Pt. 2 by Ronnie Wachuka One year later . . . Gerry moved about the living room dusting and straightening things. Finally she moved to the fireplace mantle and moving things here and there removed the light layer of dust until she came to that strange box. Looking at it for a second she picked it up and moved over to her rocker. Sitting down she placed the box in her lap, picked up her lemonade from the end table, and took a long sip. Carefully placing her glass back on the coaster she looked at the box for a long time. A turmoil of thoughts rumbled through her mind like clothes tumbling in the dryer. She kept staring at the box but not really seeing it as the thoughts swirled. . . The past year had been so wonderful it had been like her best ever dream and it all seemed to have started about the time she bought the box in a curio shop. She remembered the elderly gentleman who owned the shop and his telling her about the curse on the box and that it must never be opened. She remembered telling Ron about the curse, his laughingly promising her that he'd never open it, and the good times had begun to roll. Money had started to flow in. Ron had explained that he'd invented a watch-a-ma-call-it, and even though the patent was still pending a big international company was making and selling it with the royalties flowing into hers and Ron's account. Ron had even built an addition unto the house that he called their rumpus room. Really it was a combination library and music room. Most of the books were in foreign languages she couldn't begin to understand and she couldn't for the life of her think how he was able to. The worst part was the complaints of the mailman when he dropped off a huge pile of newspapers each morning. Ron would spend the afternoon reading them (he'd quit his job), drafting letters on his computer, and sending them off to some foreign country or other. In the evening after the dishes had been put into the dishwasher they would retire to the rumpus room and he'd play music on several of the instruments. She especially loved the mandolin, but he was also a heck of a piano and organ player. She wished that she could join him in his musical endeavors but she'd found out as a child that she lacked the talent to play any musical instrument or even sing on key. A smile appeared on her face as she thought about the concerts Ron gave every night. Towards the end his musical selections became very romantic and sensuous. He never failed to put her in the mood for a wild night of love making. Most of the music she'd never heard of but it never failed to get her motor running she thought with a blush. My God . . and the love making. That man is insatiable she thought while her smile changed to a loving leer because he never ever failed to reduce her to a poor shell of a woman when their sexual escapades were done for the night and she cuddled up completely exhausted, satisfied, and totally in love with her man. While the last lewd and lascivious thoughts played through her mind her hands had inadvertently been stroking the box. Suddenly the lid flew open and she found herself surrounded with a cloud of musty smelling dust. The dust invaded her throat and nose causing her to cough and sneeze. Startled she jumped up while pushing the box onto the end table. A blue gossamer cloud began to swirl out of the box and lit on the floor in front of her. The sight so startled her she let out a shriek of surprise and terror. The swirling dervish began to coalesce into a human form. Man? Woman? Or? She had no idea until she heard it speak in a low throaty voice. "Hello Gerry, thanks for letting me out of the box." Searching her mind it sounded like Lauren Bacall in her old 40's movies when she'd set out to seduce Humphrey Bogart. "Who are you and how did you know my name," Gerry replied. "I can read your mind," the blue cloud humanoid said. Not being a dummy a thought flashed through her mind. Reading her thoughts the form answered her before she could give voice to the thought, "Yes Ron opened the box." Gerry all but shrieked out, "Ah ha, I knew there was a reason for all of the strange events this past year." Before she could ask the next question the form said, "I'm kind of a genie and yes three wishes were granted." "Why?" She queried. "Because it is in my power to grant three wishes when the box is opened and I can get out." Gerry thought for a second and started to ask, "Does that . ." The genie gave a rumbling laugh and answered her unfinished question, "Yes three wishes will be granted." "Can I start now?" Gerry asked with an eager voice. The genie replied with a smile, "The sooner you make your three wishes the sooner our business is concluded." "Good," she said and after a thoughtful pause stated; "For my first wish I want Ron and I to live to be a hundred, never age, and die together still totally in love with each other." The genie held up a gossamer hand and spoke, "Sorry! No can do!" "Why," Gerry demanded to know. "Because My boss reserves the right to live or die unto himself." "Then my wish is that Ron and I will not grow old, stay in love until we die, and that our deaths are peaceful and pain free," "Sorry," was all the genie said. "Why not," Gerry again demanded to know. It's called the Law of Five," the genie answered. "What in heaven's name is the Law of Five," Gerry asked in a befuddled tone. "My boss reserves unto himself; What, Where, When, Why, and How!" The genie made his explanation with finality. "Then . ." The genie cut her off. "This I can grant, You and Ron will stay in Love and you'll stay young until you die." Grudgingly Gerry said, "I guess that'll have to do." "Wish number one is granted." The genie said with a smile. "Can you grant the same wish twice?" Gerry asked in a hopeful tone. "Depends, What do you have in mind?" The genie replied. "I want to sing and play just like Ron does," she said in an anxious tone. From the genie, "Wish number two is granted and what is the final wish?" "Well . . . Ron and I aren't getting any younger and . . . " Impatiently the genie demanded, "And what?" "Ron and I want lots of babies." The last was said in a most exuberant tone. She looked at the genie in befuddlement as it turned from it's lovely blue to a deathly shade of white not unlike a funeral shroud. "Are you sure about this," the genie croaked in a quavering voice. "Oh definitely, lots and lots of them," was Gerry's giggling enthusiastic reply. From the genie came a most horrid roar of anger followed by, "God Dammit, Oh, Sorry boss." With that the genie began to whirl and fade as it rushed back into the box. As the lid closed Gerry heard it's final angry words, "Wish number three is granted. I'm not going to carry a bunch of babies around forever and go through all of that pain. I'm outta here." When Ron came home that evening he was greeted by a very horny Gerry, who'd pulled out all the stops. She greeted him at the door with a kiss and a pelvic grind that immediately aroused his interest. Grabbing his hand she pulled him towards the rumpus room and leeringly told him, "Come on Sailor, we're going to make some beautiful music together, and then were going to go to bed. Once we're in bed I'm going to play you like a Stradivarius until you squeak for mercy!" The end Comments are always welcome and appreciated sign me A Horny 'ol Sailor