0 comments/ 45896 views/ 4 favorites Real Time By: DreamsRme I was so nervous. My mind was racing. What have I gotten myself into, I thought to myself as I prepared myself, for our first meeting? I have never had a real time session with a true Master before. I did my hair as you requested. Taking my time to make everything perfect. I wanted nothing out of place when I met you. I applied my make up perfect. The look was coming together very nicely. Now it was time to dress for you. I had gone through my closet for hours prior to pick the perfect outfit for you. I slipped on my white lace half cup bra. I made my ample bosom, almost flow out of the cup. Next, as I slipped the garter around my waist, I felt a twinge of excitement over come my body. I could feel my juices starting to flow already. How could this be? I thought to myself. I have never met this man, and already, I am getting excited about how the evening is going to go. I ran my hand slowly up my legs, unrolling the stockings as I did. I connected the stockings to the garter. Oh my God, I thought to myself. This man has such a power over me. No man has ever made me feel like this. This is our first meeting, how can this be like this? How can I feel like this already? I slip my short black suede skirt on, then my white blouse. My heart beating like drum. My mind wandering, Will tonight, be a night, I will never forget, I thought as I applied the final touches. A string of pearls and my deep red lipstick. That's it I thought, that's the look. Classy, yet sexy. Glancing at my watch, I see it is only 630pm. I am to be there at your hotel room by 7 PM. Your hotel was just across town. You told me to be there promptly at 7pm. I had plenty of time, or so I thought. I grab my dress coat, and walk out, thinking You will be very pleased. I hop in my car, and head for the freeway ramp. Shortly after getting on the freeway, the traffic starts to slow. I am thinking oh my God, not tonight. I can't have this now. Much to my dismay, traffic stops. I pound my fist on the steering wheel. Oh no..this can't be happening to me. Why this? Why tonight, of all nights? And why didn't I bring my cell phone so I could call and tell you about the traffic jam. Time ticks away very slowly. Finally traffic starts to move. Yes, thank you God, I thought. I won't be but a few minutes late. He can forgive me this I am sure. I pull into the parkinglot of the hotel. My watch reads, 720pm. Oh good, I thought to myself, I finally made it. I rush out of the car and into the hotel. I know you are in the penthouse suite. I get on the elevator, and go to the top floor. I step off of the elevator. My heart is racing so wildly, that I almost feel faint. This is your last chance the point of no return. Once you knock on that door, your fate is sealed, I thought to myself. I slowly walk to the door. Dare I knock? You can do this, I said to myself. I knock quietly on the door. I expected to see a very handsome man, behind the door, smiling at me. To my surprise, a handsome man opens the door, but there was no smile to be found. Oh my, I thought to myself. I have angered him already with my tardiness. Without a word, you usher me in the room. Fear running though me now. What have I done? What will happen now? This was supposed to a night that would be forever etched in my mind. He looks so angry. What should I do? What should I say? You take off my coat and lay it across a chair, without speaking. You walk around behind me as I clear my throat nervously. As I start to apologize, a ball gag is inserted in my mouth and tied securely around my head. "I told you to be here at seven sharp, and look, you are 20 minutes late. This disobedience will not be tolerated," you say in a firm, strong voice. With fear in my eyes, I just nod my head, and lower it in shame. You take your hands, and lift my face for me to look in your powerful, sexy eyes. "You say you want a true Master. Well, my pet, you have found one. For your disobedience, you will get first hand experience with me on why you should always obey me, " you say in your firm yet sexy voice, 'Now; my pet, I must inspect what belongs to me now. Remove your blouse and skirt for me," you say . "and do it seductively. I want you to please me" As ordered, I slowly unbutton my blouse. One by one the buttons open. The blouse slips down my shoulders, and I let it drop to the floor. I reach behind me and unhook the skirt. It too falls freely to the floor, and I step out of it. Standing there before you, in my lacey undergarments, feeling shame and excitement, with a ball gag in my mouth. I see a wicked smile dance across your face. He likes what he sees, I thought to myself. This won't be all bad. But, then, fear rises in me. the wicked smile is gone. You walk around me. Not saying a word. You touch my face. Then the tops of my protruding bosom. Walking behind me, you lightly graze my bottom with your strong hands. Your hand slips down between my legs, and you pry them apart with a force. I'm scared to death, yet excited by your touch. How can this be? Why am I getting excited? Your hand slips up between my legs. Two fingers slip around. You can feel my moist excitement. "Oh my," you say. "you are a naughty girl aren't you?" I nod my head. Terror and passion both races through me. "You have dressed well to please me my pet, but for your disobedience, you will have to be punished'" you say. You place a black satin blindfold over my face. You tell me stay put and think about how to be more obedient. You take my hands and tie them behind my back. I hear your footsteps disappear. What now? Oh my God, will he kill me? Oh I knew this was a bad idea. These thoughts raced through my mind as I heard you returning. You take my hand and lead me through the room. You tell me to lay face down on the bed. I do as I am told. You uncuff my hands. I am thinking now. I have my hands back now. I can fight my way out if need be, yes yes yes. But my freedom was short lived. You tie my hands, stretched out across the bed. You spread my legs and fasten them securely to the bed as well. Oh my God, what is going to happen now I thought. I feel your hand slap my milky white ass. I gasp in pain. Again I feel your hand firmly on my ass, What's this? Damn, this is turning me on. Should I let Master know this is good? No, I better not, I thought. Again, your hand slaps my ass. My bottom is starting to get warm from your spanking. "You see my pet, I will not tolerate your disobedience. You will learn your proper place with me," You say. Thinking I am going to feel your hand on my ass again, I await your spanking. But this time it is not your hand. What are you spanking me with? I say to myself. it's a flogger. You are spanking me with your flogger. I feel the deerskin strips smack my ass several times. The heat and pain are both growing considerably on my bottom. "Ahhh, yes, you say. That how your pale ass should look, nice and red." Your hand runs over my ass, and your fingers run across the mastery of your skilled spanking. I whimper in pain and excitement. I could feel my juices flowing as you spanked me. I can't believe this excited me so much. Your hand slips between my legs. Your index finger enters me. "Oh yes my pet," you say. I like what this has done to you. I am going to untie you now dear. Now you are going to serve my as I wish." You untie my hands and my legs. You remove the ball gag. You are not an uncaring Master. You give me sip of water. "Now my dear. You will worship my cock," you say. You tell me to undress you. I comply with a "Yes Sir." You order me to my knees. You tell me to hold out my right hand. You squirt alittle lube in my hand and tell me to stroke your cock until you are hard. I do as I am ordered. Feeling your cock grow in my hand. When you are completely erect you order me to lick the end of your cock. My tongue darts across tip. As I start the second swipe with my tongue, you grab my head and pull my face on your cock. "Now worship my cock with you mouth, my pet. Show me how much you love it," you tell me. I take your cock in my mouth, and you start pumping your hips slowly. I feel your cock sliding deeper and deeper in my wanting mouth. Your cock is so sweet. I can feel it tickle the back of my throat. Yourhands on my head, you start fucking my mouth harder and faster. I look up and see the fire of passion in your eyes. I go back to worshipping the cock that I want so badly. You grab my head tight and shove your cock deep in the recesses of my wanting mouth. With a groan, you cum with a mighty explosion. I swallow your sweet masterly goodness, greedily. Trying not to lose a drop. You finish cumming, and pull me off the floor. You throw me over your knee, and spank me again. "Have you learned you place with me, my pet," you say. "yes Sir, I have," I say in a whimper. "Good, my pet..you will serve me nicely" But for being tardy, you will not be allowed to cum tonight." You say. You order me to dress. "You can go now, pet. I am done with you tonight" you say. "Yes, Sir, I whisper. I dress and as I am about to leave. You stop me. "I am not without heart'" you say. You kiss me passionately. A kiss to match no others. I get weak at the knees, but manage to stammer out the door. AS I walk down the all towards the elevator, you say, "Be here at promptly 7 PM tomorrow night. I wanna see if you learned anything tonight." Yes, Sir I say with a wicked grin and step on to the elevator. Knowing tomorrow night, will be incredible. Real Time Diane checked her reflection in the mirror. In less than an hour, she was meeting David for the first time. They had been cybering for three weeks now and decided nothing would satisfy them more than reality. She stood at the mirror, black lace bra, garter belt with black stockings and felt proud. Once David had his hand between her legs he would be so pleased. She slipped into a short flared black skirt and a red button down blouse, just sheer enough so that her hardening nipples poking through the lace of her sexy bra were visible through the blouse. She was ready. They met in the hotel lobby, exchanged pleasant public greetings and proceeded to the hotel dining room for lunch. It was a weekday, very few patrons were there. As he helped her with her coat, his eyes were riveted to the two sweet nubs pressing against the fabric of her blouse. He grinned, pulled her to him for a second and whispered "very nice." As they prepared to sit down, he put himself to her left and asked her to unbutton her blouse enough to show him what was underneath. She did so without hesitation and immediately his right hand reached in, found the fabric, searched beneath it and took possession of the nipple that was all but screaming for attention. He had her raise up long enough to put his hand beneath her, her thong availing her ass crack to his touch, his eyes gleaming with desire and anticipation. He continued to touch her this way as they ate, as they conversed about the world series, the weather, and oh yes, the thing that brought them together: their lusty sexual appetites and vivid fantasies. In particular, Diane wanted to be David's slut, pure and simple. When asked point blank one night during an online chat if that meant she would also fuck his buddies, she simply answered "of course, as long as you are there watching." He was very pleased with that answer and told her that he wished to take it one step further though, asking her to consider taking his friends by appointment, either into her own bed or at a location designated by them. It would always be one-on-one sex, unless David were present and had personally arranged for a group. Once the parties had finished their appointment, whichever friend had booked Diane would contact David and provide a full report. Diane was thrilled and aroused beyond belief. So many times she had fantasized online with men about threesomes, but they all either wanted to see her eat pussy (which she really wasn't sure she was interested in) or they just couldn't do it after all. Now it was almost real. David's fingers caressed her butt and Diane was eased out of her revelry of threesome images with David saying to her, "It's time to go. Let me walk you to your car so that I can get a better idea of what you have for me and my friends." They walked to his car instead, in the garage, parked alone on a completely vacant floor. Diane's first thought was perfect! I could get naked right here if he wanted me to…. Instead, David offered to drive her to her car. Once they were both in his car, though, everything changed. He reached for her, kissed her hard, and said "take those tits out now, show them to me." She immediately unbuttoned her blouse completely, unsnapped the front closure of her flimsy bra and squeezed them, saying "Here they are baby, just waiting for your hungry mouth." Without hesitation, David's mouth was on them, his hands moving between her legs, her legs parting intuitively, inviting him in. Her hips rocked as his fingers took possession of her hot and slippery slit. He took her hand and placed it on his crotch, his erection undeniable beneath his jeans. His free hand unzipped the jeans, then grabbed the back of her head, pushing her down between his legs quickly as he commanded in a rough voice "you bitch, bragging to me of what a great cocksucker you are. Show me now and don't stop until I'm ready for you to stop." It happened so quickly! Her mouth engulfed his hardened cockmeat, tasted the precum that was already oozing…she turned into an animal. He raised up her skirt and searched for the sweet little asshole she had tantalized him with online, describing it as the best little ass he'll ever fuck. His cock hit the back of her throat as his finger plunged into her private hole. She moaned with pleasure. He spoke roughly, "feeling whorish enough yet, cunt? Don't you dare lift your head yet, not until you've swallowed this!" With those words he filled her mouth with such a load of sweet creamy cum, she couldn't swallow it fast enough. "You bitch, you really are a whore. You have no idea who I am, but you couldn't get my cock in your mouth fast enough, could you?" She spoke finally…."I told you I was a slut, wanted to be your slut, your whore. Now do you believe me?" She sat back, blouse opened, tits out in the breeze. Her skirt was way up, garters and stocking tops visible. He reached for her thong, moved it aside and began to finger her. She strained to spread her legs more. He was stunned at how dripping wet her snatch was. His phone rang…his words were non committal…the call ended quickly. "You pig" he said, "you really do have to open those legs, don't you. You bitch..I'm gonna fuck you day and night, and when it's not me, it's gonna be my friends. We've always shared women, but we've never had one like you." His words aroused her even more and without realizing it, she gushed on his hand, bringing him a shocking pleasure. He bent down and hungrily and rougly ate her cunt. She reached down, spread her pussy lips apart to help him get his tongue in there more. She squeezed her tits. His fingers fucked her and her hips bucked in rhythm to his stroking. He brought his face up to hers and said, "Look at you. You're the dream whore I've searched for. You're really as hungry for it as you said you were. Oh you little bitch, are we gonna have fun. Get out of the car." She got out of the car and he came over to her, pulling her blouse off her shoulders enough to let her keep it on, but making her appear more naked. She didn't care who saw. She loved showing her body off, loved public sex, another thing that had drawn David to her. She was a total exhibitionist and was hoping they would fuck in public today but couldn't believe it was actually going to happen. He stood beside her now, raising up her skirt and gently fingering her cunt and said "I have a surprise for you slut. Do you hear that vehicle entering the garage, driving up the ramp? That's one of my friends..when I told him about you the other night, he didn't believe you were real. He called a few minutes ago to find out if I was really where I told him I would be, with you here. He's coming to see for himself. See, he and I have shared women before, but never one like you." Diane closed her eyes…her head was spinning. The pleasure that had for so long been kept from her would finally be hers. Her inner thighs were coated in her pussy juices, trickling down to her stocking tops, dampening them. The smell of her sex filled the air. A vehicle approached them, a large man at the wheel. He pulled up along side them and parked, not getting out right away. He greeted David and said "so, she looks like the real thing alright." He greeted her with "hi baby, I'm Glen." She grinned back and felt David's fingers moving in deeply now, fucking her hard and fast. Her pussy was making very wet fucking sounds, her knees were slightly bent, legs wide apart. Glen feasted his eyes on this sex creature. If ever a woman were meant for fucking, it was surely this one. Tits out, bouncing around, his best buddy finger fucking her…she performed like a pro. This was one hot bitch. Glen called out, "Hey baby, ready for the real thing?" and he opened his car door to reveal 8" of hard cockmeat…Diane gasped. David ordered "please him now." Diane bent over and took Glen's dick into her mouth. As she bent over, she felt David enter her from behind, Glen just whispered "ah, you're a fine slut. How do I taste?" Calling out to David he said "save some for me pal." Diane only cared about the sucking and the fucking. Glen's hips began to thrust and his meat throbbed in her mouth. He wasn't ready to shoot yet, no way, not with a cunt like this ready for the taking…he slowed the pace, watched his pal humping this hot broad, making her moan like crazy. Glen reached up and felt her tits, pulling hard on her nipples and she nearly passed out from the pleasure of it. David's pace quickened and his release was hot and quick. He pulled out of Diane, his cockhead dripping from his and Diane's cum. He spoke to Diane, saying "time to clean daddy off baby." Diane changed positions, bending over with her ass facing Glen, to clean off David. She sucked and licked and felt Glen's tongue on her asshole. His cock was ready and he pushed her aside to get out of his car. He pulled his pants down to mid thigh and leaned her up against David's vehicle. David stood to one side of Diane, spreading her ass cheeks to display her tight hole to his friend. She moaned at the pleasure of being displayed like this to a stranger. David said "See? I told you she was a whore…she just wants to be naked and fuck as many men as she can. Isnt' that right bitch?" Then there was a resounding spank on her bare ass. Glen's cock couldn't hold out much longer. With one tug he tore the thong off her. "Sorry baby, I'll buy you a new one, but when I fuck a broad, she is naked. Spread those legs more, now." She strained, bending and spreading. Her cunt was wet enough for him to lube up his finger there, then bring it to her asshole. She jumped at the first touch. Glen said "You like it there baby, you've been telling my friend here for three weeks how much you like having your shithole fucked. Time to show me sweetheart" and with those words his finger slid in to open her up. The sensation filled Diane's head with a pleasure and a craving for more that could only be satisfied one way. Glen's cockhead pressed against her hole and Diane pressed back. "Oh man, what a dirty nasty slut. We gotta get you a sign to wear: I let strangers fuck my ass." She was more aroused than ever before and pressed more against him, helping his cock slide in to her ass. They fucked like two animals in the wild, his hands gripping her hips tightly until he couldn't hold it any longer, spewing what felt like an endless river of cum into her asshole then quickly plunging into her cunt to fill her there too. He pulled out and when she started to move David said "No bitch, don't move yet." The two of them stood behind her, watching. David whispering to her "You're gonna be so good for us, and we're gonna take such good care of you." She closed her eyes and thought this was heaven. She stood there, leaning against David's car, skirt up over her waist, legs spread, knees slightly bent, on nasty display for them as they watched their cum dripping out of her. She looked over her shoulder and saw David reach for his phone. Glen said, "who the hell are you calling now, can't it wait?" David laughed and said, "no way, gotta send a picture of this to Dennis. " Oh my God! Diane couldn't believe it as she felt the phone being placed only inches from her ass as David captured the moment on his phone. She heard dialing, then David speaking "Now, don't you wish you had listened? Here, let Glen tell you…" Glen took the phone and spoke, "Oh man, you should have been here. This is one hot slut. We are in for the time of our lives. She's perfect, aren't you honey? Here man, you talk to her for a minute. Say hello to Dennis, baby." Diane took the phone and spoke. "Hi Dennis…Yes that pic is for real, the two of them just fucked me a few minutes ago…tonight? Um…I better put David on…talk to him about tonight, ok?" Real Time My thanks to my Editor, Kanga40, whose efforts on my behalf are much appreciated. Thank you. * Anger; deep and burning anger. There was also pain. Pain of a kind I'd never felt before. I wanted to kill or be killed. I had never been this angry before in my life. Some might say I was pretty young yet and that life would have other situations that would bring out anger like this again. I don't think so. My anger is a kind of anger that nobody should have to deal with. Any kind of anger that makes a person feel a need to take another individual's life is not good. I wanted to kill two people at the moment, and once I made my presence known I knew that I'd have to exercise extreme caution in order to not end up in prison. Why am I so angry? I'll tell you why. It all started about five weeks ago when my wife started to change, like a chameleon in front of my eyes. She went from loving, doting, and pleasing me to smart ass retorts, slights, and cuts. She began to refuse intimacy and that intimacy included things husbands and wives do in bed together. That made me suspicious immediately, since I'd once had a girlfriend who had cheated on me, and when that all came out, I'd learned some painful life-long lessons. I never mentioned the first bitch to the now second bitch in my life. Don't know it would have made a difference anyway. On the second week of her 'change' I decided to investigate further. I'm not a guy who takes his problems to a P.I. or someone else to help solve. Nope. I'm one of those hands-on guys and I handle my own issues quite well thank you very much. I followed her from her workplace at lunchtime. When she pulled into that motel parking space and walked briskly right to room 104, I knew she was cheating on me. Her job didn't involve dealing with customers out of the workplace at all. Matter of fact, she didn't deal at all with customers since she worked in the record keeping department. That first discovery caused me pain, but not near the pain that her taunts, cuts and slights had already caused me. The man she met was a co-worker of hers... of sorts, he worked in a different department. I had heard he was in the quick rising circle and that he was headed up the ladder rapidly. After seeing them meet three times in two weeks I decided how I was going to approach this 'issue'. Head on. I'm too cheap to pay good money out to find out an already known factor, so I just waited until now, knowing that just behind this door my wife was in the arms of another man. 'I won't kill them I won't kill them' I kept repeating that to myself in the hopes I wouldn't kill them. It was going to be a very close thing. I had to confront them, and I had to get the pictures. In this state I could still sue for 'alienation of affection' and her employer would be getting hit hard too, for allowing it to happen as it did. My guess was that 'Mr. On the Way up' was soon to be 'On the Way OUT'. I needed the pictures, and then I needed to serve the soon to be ex-wife the divorce papers. The locks on our house were being changed as I stood here, the locksmith having been paid by me just before I left home. I had moved all 'our' money around and split it evenly. I had canceled all our credit cards. I had done many things over the last two weeks, and now the final turmoil was about to begin. I am not certain how Simone will react. It is my thought that she will be happy instead of upset...however she may feel quite guilty in a few minutes too. Of course, my lawyer who's had a lot of experience with divorce, told me the guilt will pass, as soon as she gets her own lawyer. Do I love her you may ask? Well, right now I hate her fully and openly. At the same time I'm in a deep inner fight with myself thinking that she really loves me and this is just a mistake on her part... poor judgment and we may fix things. Logically I know it won't happen though. I can't accept a wife who would cheat on me. There is not one ounce of trust left in my being for her. The love that I still have for her is just that part which hasn't had time to accept this sudden and complete change happening in such a short while. The manager of the motel handed me the key to the room. A hundred dollar bill and a promise to not mess up the place served as the 'gateway' to having the key in hand. He's a nice guy and I'm sure it's not his fault my wife and her toy-boy chose this place for their trysts. He also mentioned something about his ex-wife and how there were some similarities between us. "Slow motion" Inserting the key I opened the door quietly. Moving into the room I close the door almost all the way, leaving it cracked just a bit. I aimed the camera and stepped into the room fully. *Flash* *Flash* *Flash* *Flash* "Man I love this digital camera." I thought to myself. "I'm sure glad she gave it to me for my birthday three months ago." She was screaming at the guy to get off her. He was pissed and moving to get up. I took several more pictures, seeing her hard nipples, the red marks where he had been sucking on her tits, his hard cock popping out, and cum shooting everywhere. Simone was crying, trying to cover up while he did the stupid thing. I had secretly hoped he would and his choice made my next move quite natural. "What the fuck? Who are you? Get the fuck out of here before I kick your ass!" "Who I am is her soon to be EX. Whose ass is going to be kicked is debatable. I don't think you're going to kick my ass." I moved to one side as he approached. Setting the camera down and turning just a bit to the right I let him come up on my left. Letting go of the camera I began to turn rapidly and in so doing, swung my arm up and hard. My fist connected with his jaw almost perfectly. His feet lifted up off the floor with the force of all my anger, pain, and just a tad of fear. Fear you say? Yes...fear. I was afraid I was going to kill this stupid asshole, and he just wasn't worth it. He hit the floor, out cold. I must have been quite angrier than I thought. I bent over and checked him for a pulse, suddenly aware that I may just have killed the dumb-shit, and that would have been tragic, for me that is. There was a pulse, so I relaxed. I heard Simone going on and on about something, and now I turned to face her. She suddenly shut up, fear choking her voice. I knew that she'd never seen me this way before, and I must have looked far different from the man she had left at breakfast this morning. "Well whore, hope you enjoy this dip-shit. He's going to be yours from now on. I sure as hell don't want anything to do with your cheating ass anymore." She sat there, tears running down her face, shaking and hugging herself. She couldn't look me in the eye something I noticed had been occurring more and more lately. Now though, she knew that I knew. Now she knew the game was up. She glanced at me standing over her lover and I'd seen her shiver. Her eyes didn't stay on me very long though. "Here are the typical papers which are served in situations like this. I'm suing for divorce. The locks on the house have been changed. I've set up a bank account with your half of everything. You're served, we're through, thanks for nothing." The papers landed on her knees which were half out of the sheet she was trying to hide under. She looked at them, and then looked into my eyes. She said nothing. For the first time in the last three or four weeks, I felt nothing. Two kinds of nothing were going on in that room. Mine was going to be far more painful in the end, but right now, she knew there was nothing she could say to make things right between us. I even got the feeling that she may not know how to make things right and that 'us' hadn't existed for a longer time than these last weeks. I turned and left, hearing her plead with me as I went out the door. "Wait. Let me explain. PLEASE Jonathan... PLEASE!" I kept walking. I couldn't let her see my eyes right then. They were full. Tears were welling up in them, and I knew that if I turned I'd weaken in my whole plan. There was too much water under the bridge and I had too many issues now to want to do that. What had once been, now was nevermore. Arriving home I found the locksmith patiently waiting. He'd changed all three entry locks and the garage door opener had been reprogrammed. I thanked him for doing the job on such short notice, and tipped him a twenty. Inside the house that had been a home, I sat at the kitchen table and thought over our years together. I didn't know why Simone changed or why she suddenly decided I was less than what she evidently had originally seen in me. I didn't know one damn reason why she had done this. I did know that we were done. I did know that in five weeks the pain and words had made me a different man, but obviously Simone missed that change while it was occurring, just as I had missed the changes in her too. The phone rang. Looking at the caller ID I saw it was Simone's mom. I answered. "John, what's going on? Simone came over here in tears saying that she'd ruined your marriage. What's happened?" "Well Doris, it's like this. Simone will have to tell you what happened, but suffice it to say that I found her at a motel room today and served her the divorce papers." "Why John? I don't understand this at all. " "Look, I'm really sorry Doris. You know that I love you and Sam with all my heart and this whole thing is tough on all of us... but it has to be... this... way." I had tears running down my cheeks now. I truly loved Simone's parents. They'd been very good to me over the years Simone and I had been together, and hearing the pain and confusion in Doris's voice cut my soul. I was glad that this was taking place over the phone. I didn't want them to see me like this. "John, can't you two work it out somehow?" "I don't think so Doris. This is a biggie. A seriously huge biggie and it's one of those biggies that destroy everything." The silence on the other end of the phone told me that Doris was trying to cope with such hard and fast news. I felt for her, since just last night we'd had dinner with Doris and Sam, and Simone was all lovey-dovey while in front of her parents. The whole show had been surprising to me. We'd fought on the way there, and of course I got the cold shoulder on the way home...but while at Doris and Sam's, we'd been the perfect little couple. I didn't allow our fight to show to prevent Sam from being hurt by his daughters actions, but it appeared I should have warned them somehow before taking the actions I just had. Sam's health wasn't all that good and the years of working in hard jobs combined with the smoking he'd done led to his current health being so poor. Doris was in good health, but always worrying about Sam, so I felt bad about having not given them some kind of heads-up on all this mess. I knew that had I warned them though, Simone would have got some kind of warning and I'd never have gotten the pictures I needed. Well, I didn't actually need them for court unless her lawyer copped an attitude on us. If her lawyer copped the attitude, then the pictures would be laid on the table along with sworn testimony from six different individuals about their 'affair'. I call it an affair with reservation. I'm not sure Simone was in love with this guy or even if she had participated initially of her own free will. One of the sworn statements from a co-worker of Greg's had indicated that he held something over Simone's head at the start of the whole thing. My lawyer was having a heyday with the case being presented to Simone's employer. That case had been presented and filed this morning while I was preparing to visit the motel room. He'd filed in court and then within twenty minutes was on the phone with the company lawyers. They were excited to say the least. They were also in denial, of course, but he mentioned the sworn statements and suddenly the company had a whole different take on things. I knew from what my lawyer told me that Simone and lover, and any others involved were more than likely to be terminated from their jobs the next day, barring any reasonable excuse for their behavior. Me, I knew that the case for alienation of affection against Greg was strong from his employers actions. We had the sworn statements from three of his and one of her co-workers about them sneaking around at work and getting it on. There had been speculation by supervisors at the company about them as well, yet nobody said anything to them or me. We also had sworn affidavits from the motel owner and a cleaning lady as well. Six witnesses of sorts, and my pictures to ensure proof that there were in fact sexual liaisons happening on company time. Their using the motel had come about to alleviate the attentions of co-workers. Greg had evidently figured out that 'they' were becoming too noticeable. He also knew about the company policies on things like workplace romance. My lawyer had gotten lots of info. We also had their 'company policy' on workplace ethics, actions and relationships in printed form. I discovered that Simone and the 'jerk' had been together for a bit more than five weeks by the point I figured out things weren't right. So, Simone had been running around on me for just over ten weeks in total by the time I visited them at the motel. My finding out five weeks prior had been one of those 'most difficult' times in my life. I'd had three of them so far, and by now I hoped I'd never have another as long as I lived. "The History" (Simone's version) We weren't getting along as well as we had been when first married. Jonathan had been busy at his work, working on several projects. We had talked about it, since it was cutting into our personal lives so much. I knew that in a few months all the hard work would more than likely pay off with a nice promotion. Meanwhile, at my job, Greg had found that I'd messed up on some employee records. It wasn't a huge mistake, but it was a serious error on my part and could have cost me my next promotion and raise, as well as caused me to be held back for the foreseeable future. Greg, being the kind of... 'man' he is, used that information and for all practical purposes blackmailed me into meeting him at lunch one day. That turned into 'a' sexual favor for one time to prevent me from suffering for all the issues surrounding my mistake. While not thrilled about it all, the one thing that allowed me to do such a thing was the fact that Jonathan and I hadn't been getting along well, nor had we had much sex in the last six months. I didn't realize it until that first meeting between Greg and I, but I had also been feeling I was missing out on some things that other people had experienced in life. Jonathan had been my one and only. I'd never been with any man other than him, ever. Greg and I being together had opened up a dam deep inside me. That first time with Greg was in his office during lunch. Everyone left as usual and I'd hung back. Greg was waiting for me, and he'd even brought in a small bottle of my favorite wine, along with some cheese and crackers. Our lunch times were usually an hour, with everyone going to local restaurants or street vendors to eat. I'd usually go to the street vendor and buy something quick off the cart and then go sit in solitude at the park. We weren't missed at all that first day. Greg had turned out to be nicer than the mean old blackmailer I'd thought. That first time was kind of a 'letting go' for me too. After that day I discovered I wanted it more. Even though I knew it was wrong. Even though I still loved my husband, Greg treated me like... I don't know... maybe 'his property' or something. With him I could let go and be someone else totally. He'd order me to do things and at first, as I said, while not thrilled, I'd do them. By the end of that 'lunch' I had done some things with Greg I'd never done with my husband. Greg was the first man to cum in my mouth. I swallowed to keep the cum from staining my dress. Greg was the first man to finger my asshole. We did it over his desk my body bent over, dress still on but pulled open to expose my tits. He'd pulled my dress up in back and when his cock slipped between my pussy lips I came hard. It was so nasty... so dirty... so... sexy. My hands were on the edges of his desk top hanging on as Greg thrust in and out of me. His cock wasn't bigger in length than Jonathans' but it was fatter, so it felt huge inside me. As I approached my second orgasm Greg's fingers slipped into my asshole. Two at first, then later, I think, three. After I thought he came, he pulled out and ordered me to suck him clean. I sucked on his cock, which didn't go soft, and suddenly I had another load of cum shooting into my throat. The second load of cum I'd swallowed in my life, the second in less than an hour. I later learned that Greg hadn't cum in my pussy but had held off. I had been cumming so hard I never knew that he didn't shoot off in me. He'd wanted to see me sucking his load out of his cock since he could never get his wife to do that. We'd barely been able to get things straightened out before the others got back, and I'd left his office not feeling as angry towards him as I had when it all started. Later that day as I tasted him on my lips, I found myself thinking about the next time. It was a sudden, unbidden thought... and it told me that I wanted Greg again. . Greg also wanted more than the one time too. He approached me the next day about it, and we once more did the office thing. That time I attacked him and we fucked until he came deep inside me. I heard him begin to say things about Jonathan that day. Negative little slights. I never really thought about what he was saying, since I just wanted to feel his cock deep inside me again. During the next two weeks the pattern emerged that while we were doing it, Greg would say terrible things about Jonathan. He even intimated that Jonathan had to be cheating on me. With the way things were in our lives at home, I pretty soon took Greg's attitude. Over the weeks I started to belittle and run down Jonathan to everyone except my parents. I feared that my mother and dad would see right through me, so I tried to be the dutiful loving little wife while my parents were around. So now, just before the motel tryst's evolved, Jonathan and I were on the outs, Greg and I had gone from having sex to a full blown affair. Greg was the first to take my anal virginity. At first it was painful. Later on I found I was shoving back begging for Greg to do me harder and faster. I'd never have thought I'd like anal sex, let alone beg for it. Sucking off Greg was my passion. I found that I developed a taste for cum and at times I'd rather suck him off to taste him then fuck him. One day I actually came while I was sucking him, and while I was cumming, Greg had moved a bit so when I came down from my orgasm I discovered that my lips were pressed hard at the base of his cock. I had taken him all the way into my throat. That became a thing we did each time we got together. I'd suck and work on his cock until I'd have him all the way inside of my mouth and down my throat. I loved the feeling of power that gave me. Greg had mentioned that the motel would be the better way for us to keep meeting until we could figure out something else. His wife was getting suspicious and he thought that someone at work may have mentioned to her that we seemed to be together a bit too much, considering that we worked in different departments. We had never talked about leaving our spouses. It never came up. We were just meeting for the hot sex and the more we met, the hotter it seemed to get. The time before Jonathan made his knowledge of us known, Greg had started to talk about maybe inviting in another man. Real Time At first I was reluctant, but after his persuasive talk, I was soon wondering what that would be like. Had Jonathan not done what he'd done, I'd probably have been with more than one man in less than a month. Greg seemed to know what to say and how to act to get me to do things with and for him that I'd never even thought of allowing Jonathan to do with me. I should have seen that with Jonathan there was love. Love, respect, and understanding. I gave that up for sex. Sex and lust. Greg ordered and took what he wanted, and I gave it up to him with little or no fight. Jonathan had respected me and would never have 'taken' anything without my agreeing to it completely. Greg could take from me and order me because he had no love there for me. He just had this little slut he could get whatever he wanted from, while his wife gave him the emotional support he needed. I on the other hand, had taken Greg's banter about Jonathan to heart and cut my emotional support with my husband in favor of having the sexual high I had with Greg. Looking back, I know now I made the biggest mistake of my life ten weeks ago and there is no going back and fixing it now. I can remember the last time Jonathan and I had what I would call 'great sex'. We'd been to my parents for dinner. Mom and dad had been away for a few weeks on a trip and they were so full of love and laughter that it was contagious. On the way home I'd snuggled into Jonathan as he drove. Opening up his pants I'd begun to stroke him, fondling and just holding his cock. He almost drove into the ditch twice before we got home. Once home we'd run into the front room and I was stripping as the front door closed. Had someone been walking by and looking, they'd have seen me topless, struggling to get my pantyhose off. Jonathan picked me up in his strong arms, and carried me into the bedroom. Placing me on the bed gently, as is his way, he moved between my legs. His hot breath was the first thing I felt at my pussy. Jonathan loved to eat me. He seemed to live for it at times. His tongue worked magic on me, parting my pussy lips, delving inside, tickling my clit, moving around, up and down, its rough texture and then all at once smooth and slick, then rough again. God I loved how Jonathan used to eat me out. I had kept my legs spread wide, and Jonathan's fingers slipped into my pussy. Always careful, he was slow in his movements, making sure I was prepared before he got firmer or rougher. Oh yeah, he could be rough. He could be abrupt. He could catch me off guard while fucking me deeply. Why I had gone for Greg as I did is something I never really thought about. Other than the issues I felt Jonathan and I had, there was no reason. Issues that now I can clearly see were just my problems getting out of hand. I was the issue. I had always wanted to suck Jonathan off, but he'd usually stop me before he came, wanting to please me more while he still could. I'd never struggled to keep on going, though at times I wondered what it would feel like, taste like, or be like, to have him cum in my mouth. That night he'd been gently making love to me, then suddenly he became a tiger. Literally. He moved with a firmness I'd never seen before, and, while not too forceful, he was forceful enough to make me lose it. It had been the best sex we'd ever had, and looking back, at least I have that memory untainted by Greg and my actions afterwards. We'd fucked for hours that night, almost into the next morning. I spooned up to my husband secure in the knowledge that he loved me and desired me deeply. Then several weeks later I'd been caught up with Greg and his 'blackmail'. I still don't know how I managed to make that first step like I did. I ask myself 'why didn't I fight Greg and push him to reveal what he allegedly had on me?' 'Why would I allow my job and my fears for moving up come between my husband and me?' 'How had I been so damned easy?' Looking back, I dearly wish I'd tried to push Jonathan into trying out different things, and I wish I'd been the 'slut' for my husband instead of some creep like Greg. It's not like I ever loved the guy. Jonathan on the other hand, I loved. I'd had a short time 'out of love', that happens in marriages. Instead of hanging in there, I'd taken the easy way out and found pleasure in the arms of another man. What hurts the most is the fact that I have to live with the brand 'cheater'. That's what I am, what I've become. I've heard people say, 'Once a cheater, always a cheater'. Now I live knowing that I'm a cheater. When Jonathan stepped into the room that day I was shocked. I tried to hide. I tried to get Greg off me. By the time Greg got up I looked at my husband's face and saw a stranger. There was a look in his eyes that I'd never seen before. Greg got up off of me, his hard cock pulling out of my pussy. Greg had been orgasming as Jonathan started to shoot the pictures of us. Greg got off the bed saying something I didn't catch, while Jonathan calmly turned and put the digital camera on the table next to where he was standing. The next seconds stunned me. I saw Greg start towards Jonathan, threatening him. The next thing I saw was Greg flying up about two feet into the air, then landing on his back, out cold. I heard the crack of something hitting flesh right as Greg suddenly apparently jumped into the air as if sprouting wings. I turned back to look from Greg to Jonathan, and I saw Jonathan holding his fist closed, a bit of blood spattered on him. Jonathan's cold, ice blue eyes found mine and I couldn't look at him any more. I tried to cover myself up, burrowing into the sheet. Jonathan called me a whore and tossed some folded papers on the bed. I heard something about papers, divorce, being served. I looked at the sheets of the bed, not knowing if my husband was going to beat me too or not. I was scared and embarrassed, and, most of all, ashamed. Jonathan suddenly turned and started walking out, having grabbed the camera from the table. I cried out to him...I can't remember what I said, but I remember thinking that what ever it was it must have sounded so hollow. Afterwards I took a long shower. I never checked on Greg. I didn't care if he was dead or not. The motel manager came by and checked on the room. That's when I found out Jonathan had bought a key from him. That manager looked at me like I was dirt. He said that he'd caught his wife with another man in a room just like Jonathan had, and that was the only real reason he'd given Jonathan the key. He told me I'd really screwed up. He didn't need to tell me. I knew. I'd just thrown away the best thing I'd ever had in my life. All because I got caught up in my little affair and thought I had something special. The following day I showed up at work and there were three men in my office waiting for me. The president, the Human Resources manager, and some guy who I think was the company lawyer. I was asked how Greg and I had gotten together. I explained everything. I held nothing back. I could see the looks on my co-workers faces as they walked by the office, the same as when I walked in that morning, and I knew I'd be gone by the end of the day. I was wrong about that though. First, the HR guy made sure that the first time I was with Greg was blackmail of sorts, and then they made me sign some papers about Greg and me. I was out of the office and on the street before lunch. The company wouldn't allow me to work there, but since Greg had blackmailed me to begin with, they had to give me severance pay. Other than that, I was out. Greg was escorted out by building security and right into the hands of the police. Evidently he'd been up to something else and it all came out during questioning. Greg was in deep, very deep. I found out later that Greg had been stealing from the company here and there. Usually it was small amounts or a bit of fast work on receipts from traveling and stuff. All together it had added up to enough to charge him with Grand Larceny. Greg's wife left him, taking their three kids and moving home to her parents' house back east. Greg was in jail awaiting trial. I was asked to testify at first, but when the D.A. and I talked, she realized that my testimony would probably hurt more than help, so they decided to not use me. The lawyer for Greg asked me if I'd testify on Greg's behalf. After I told him what I'd say about how Greg had originally blackmailed me into sex, and then how he'd worked the wedge between my husband and me, he too decided I was not going to be any use on the stand. I went home. That was painful. My dad was near heart attack when I first got there. He was mad. Mad as I'd ever seen him. He called me all sorts of names. He couldn't understand why I'd tossed away my marriage with Jonathan like I had. What hurt the most was mom. She looked into my eyes, hers full of pain. The words she said are ingrained into my brain forever. "You have made the worst mistake you could have ever made. You let not only your mom and dad down, let yourself down, but you let your husband down too. You, young lady, have totally destroyed two marriages, and your husband's love. Low. You have become the lowest of the low. I still love you, since you're my daughter, but now I have absolutely no respect for you." It's been tough since then. Alone, out of work, and living with parents who have changed dramatically due to my actions, is stressful. Jonathan was true to his word and the money was split even-steven. I signed away my interests in our home, and he sold it immediately. I'm working things out in my life now. I miss my husband, and I wish now I'd never gone where I went. I know... too little, too late. I have that cheater brand hanging over my head, and it will take a long time, if ever, to get rid of. I am starting over though. I hope that eventually I'll be able to get on with life and not have this pain on an hourly basis. Jonathan quit his job and moved across the country. I think he couldn't stand the thought of his cheating whore wife being in the same state as he was. Painful lesson learned, at least I hope I learned. Time will tell. "Jonathan finishes" Leaving the motel room that day was the numbest I'd ever been. Simone was still on the bed, in tears, Greg was still out cold. The manager of the motel met me outside in the hallway. I handed him the key. He placed his hand on my shoulder in a kindly way. "It's tough right now, but it will get better. Move on, find yourself and then find someone else. You'll be okay. I won't lie to you its going to be painful for a while yet. Depends on how much you loved her, and how much you cared for her." "Thanks. I figured out that bit, but hearing it from someone who's been there is reassuring. See ya 'round." "No offense, but I hope not." I walked away. At home that night I cried. I know it's supposedly not manly or the macho thing... but I hurt. Doris called me to let me know that she and Sam let Simone move in with them. She sounded lost. That brought tears to my eyes too. They were good people, and I felt bad that they'd been caught up in this mess. Days went by and Simone didn't contest a thing about the divorce. It went smooth as silk. My lawyer was surprised, as was hers too, I think. She had no fight left in her at all. I could tell she was suffering, but at least she never tried to excuse what she'd done. Once the divorce was over, the case against her former employer finished up. They just wanted me to go away and they were willing to pay my lawyer fees, court costs and a tidy sum just to make sure I did. Greg went to jail. I relished that for the moment. Now he'd get to know other forms of sex, hopefully on the receiving end this time. I have no sympathy for him. He's not a man he's a nothing, at least to me. He had had three kids and a wife. I met her once during the turmoil of the divorce... she was a looker too. What a dip-shit Greg was. He'd had it all, and tossed it away because of some kind of sexual thrill he must have felt he couldn't get from her. I turned in my resignation. My employers were stunned. They worked hard to try to convince me not to quit, but I had too many issues to be able to continue to work there effectively. They did what they could, then once they knew I was gone, the offered me a nice letter of recommendation which I accepted. I have a new job on the west coast. I moved out here about a year ago. I met a nice young lady. She's a keeper. I'm still a bit gun shy in the trust department, but she has an ex-husband who cheated on her, so there's a common ground between us. As for sex between us, you might want to know? Well, we've done it all and then some. She is adventurous and so am I. I want to ensure that we are both happy as we can be in that department for the long term. We're meshing in other ways too, so it's a well rounded relationship. Having dated a bit since the divorce, I know a good thing when I see it. Hopefully she feels the same way about me too. Life has been a reality check, but I think things are on the mend. Real Time I picked up the key from the front desk and headed up the elevator to the fifth floor, feeling a bit nervous about finally getting to meet Sidney face to face. Since meeting on the internet nearly two years ago our relationship had intensified, moving from occasionally meeting in chat rooms, to private chat in instant message on to some pretty imaginative cyber play. We had experimented some with phone sex and even tried a bit of play in video meeting, but now we were taking a big step and meeting offline. Most of our play had been explorations into some of my BDSM fantasies, basically play acting in instant message. We slowly worked in some real time techniques while cybering using some simple household items. Clothes and hair pins added some spice to it all as I clipped them to my nipples and balls as she described what she wanted to do to me. I played along, experimenting some with the pain while masturbating, trying to keep myself on the edge of orgasm, alternating between painful and pleasurable sensations. One of Sydney's favorite things to do was to email me some specific instructions, involving one or several different activities. I would follow her instructions and then follow up with an email reply describing what I did and how it felt. Some of the things I did would leave marks on me, marks I would wear proudly the next day, often sending digital photos of them to her. Fortunately the elevator was empty and I could remain lost in thought and anticipation. I also didn't have to worry too much about concealing my erection as I did in the hotel lobby. After a quick ride, the elevator opened and I stepped into the empty hallway, checking on the wall for the direction to her room. I followed a meandering path to the very last room on the floor and quietly slipped the key in the slot and opened the door. I stepped into complete darkness, letting the door close behind me. "Sidney," I whispered. "You're right on time, I like that," she replied. "Now, you'll find a chair next to you. You are to remove your clothes and place them in the chair." Her voice came from across the room, but even as my eyes adjusted to the darkness I couldn't see her. Following her instructions, I removed my clothes, carefully placing them in the chair right next to me. When I finished I said, "Okay, my clothes are in the chair." "Kneel down and hold your hands behind your back," I heard her say from a different location in the room. Now instead of across the room, her voice sounded closer and just off to the side of me. "Feel around on the floor, you'll find a leather harness. It will fit around your hands, I want you to put your right hand in the harness and fasten it, then hold your hands behind your back." I could see her now, she was wearing a long night shirt, nothing provocative or sexy, just a night shirt. She moved beside me and ran her fingers through my hair. She then reached behind my back and put my left hand into the harness, pulling it tight. It was uncomfortable, but after the first jab of pain as she tightened the harness it didn't hurt. Once my hands were bound behind me she leaned down and asked, "Do you have a call scheduled?" "Yes," I whispered. "What time?" "Between eight-thirty and nine." "Okay we have some time then," she replied walking over to the head of the bed. She reached out and turned on the light. "It's nice to finally see you." "Yes, it is," I replied shyly, looking at her. I'd seen pictures of her, but I was shocked at how small she was. She could hardly be much over five feet tall and her arms looked so thin and delicate. I could see her nipples pushing out on the night shirt, but her breasts were proportionately small. Though her face was not beautiful, it wasn't unattractive either. Her nose was a bit large for the rest of her face, but her cheekbones were prominent, something that I find attractive. I watched as she unbuttoned her night shirt and pulled it off exposing an intricate leather outfit that crossed over and around her breasts, leaving them completely exposed. It then ran down between her legs, wrapping around her thighs, but leaving her pussy uncovered. Tossing her night shirt onto the bed, she walked back over to me, standing so close I could rub my face on her thigh. She stood for a moment, letting me feel her soft skin on my face then she squatted down beside me and I felt her hand grab my cock as she whispered, "The first harness was for your hands, the next one goes here," she said, holding up a leather contraption. I gritted my teeth as she slid it down my erection and then wrapped it tightly around my balls. When she was finished she moved over behind me and tugged on the leather strap in her hand. As she tugged, the harness tightened around my balls squeezing them. The pain wasn't unbearable, but with just a bit more of a tug I could tell it could get excruciating. She was doing something to the harness behind me that I couldn't see, but after a few moments, she gave it a couple of tugs to make sure it was secure and then she moved in front of me. She stood a few inches away resting her hands on her hips and opening her legs wide. I found myself looking directly at her light curly pubic hair and could see a bit of her slit. Moving her hips forward toward my face, she enticed me to push my face toward her pussy, but as I got to about three inches away I felt a dull pain in my balls and realized what she had done. She had attached the strap to the chair behind me and now was standing just inches beyond my reach. Reaching down, she took my head in her hand and kneeled, moving closer. Holding my head, she rubbed her breasts on my face, letting me run my tongue over her nipples. I sucked one into my mouth and could hear her moan, "Oh Dan, I want you. Do you want me?" "Yes," I whispered, lifting my face from her breast. "Do you want to taste me, to eat my pussy," she asked wantonly. "Oh yes Sidney, please let me taste you." Standing up, she moved closer, letting me push my face against her. Her hair tickled my cheeks but as I moved my tongue through the hair, moving downward in search of her slit, I could feel the tug of the harness on my balls. Enduring the dull pain, I leaned further, finding the top of her slit, but just as I was about to reach her clit, she moved back and sat down on the bed, opening her legs wide. "Here I am Dan, all you have to do is crawl over here and you can have me," she said, reaching her hand down and sliding her fingers between her lips. As she moved her fingers up to her clit, I leaned forward, feeling the strap tighten around my balls. Moving one knee forward I felt the pain sear through me, but I kept leaning pulling against the chair with my scrotum. Suddenly the pain eased some as the chair slid a few centimeters. I leaned more, inching the chair a bit further as the cramping pain intensified coursing through my balls up to my stomach. Sweat ran down my forehead and I blinked my eyes feeling them burn. Moving my other knee I felt the pain intensify as I jerked forward sliding the chair a few inches closer to Sydney. Leaning my head to one side I could rest it on her thigh, so I paused, feeling the pain subside. I took a deep breath and looked at my goal. She continued her fingers circling her clit, exciting herself more and more. Her lips had swollen, opening the expose the gentle pink curves. I could see she was very wet, and as she occasionally dipped her finger into her cunt I watched as she slid her finger along a trail, wet with her juices. Lurching forward the pain stabbed me, jolting through my body and as I closed my eyes I could see a sparkling array of lights, like stars. I pushed my tongue out and ran it on her soft skin and up over some of the leather straps from her outfit. Pausing again I could hear the slurping sounds as her fingers, covered in her juices continued moving up and down her slit. Gritting my teeth I lurched again but as the pain exploded in my balls I felt my face splash against her pussy and I immediately pushed out my tongue, tasting her earthy tartness. Breathing hard I pushed my tongue deep inside her, circling, drawing out her juices, wetting my lips and chin in her. I then slid my tongue upward, curled it under her clit and licked the tiny nub. As she began to respond to my lips and tongue I noticed that the pain had not entirely subsided and I realized she was slowly backing away so I had to keep my balls under constant pressure as I brought her closer and closer to coming. The excitement of tasting her, seeing her writhe with pleasure and the painful pressure and throbbing in my balls had me trembling. My breathing became ragged and jerky as if I had been hysterically crying. I felt tears run down my face, but I kept my face pressed against her pussy, sucking her clit into my lips. Finally she pushed against me so I could lean back slightly. In her urgency, she was now moving as I backed away, suddenly she grabbed my head, arched her back and ground her pussy against my face. Now I had to fight to breathe, finally freeing my nose from her skin and taking in some air. Her body then relaxed and she fell back onto the bed as I crouched back on my haunches, feeling the pressure release on my balls as the strap slackened. In a few moments she sat up and said, "Dan, that was wonderful, what you did for me, what you endured for me. I think you deserve a reward." She moved around behind me and unfastened the strap from the chair and then gently removing it from around my balls and cock. Putting my forehead on the floor I looked back as she removed the harness and lightly caressed my cock and balls. The pain had not entirely subsided, but her fingers provided another sensation that helped me ignore the light pain. As she ran her fingers up my cock I realized during entire time I pull on the chair I had a raging erection and looking at it now my cock had never looked so big. After unfastening my hands, Sydney stood back up and walked over to the bed, climbing on it. "Can you walk?" "I don't know I replied," trying to stand, but feeling my legs tremble. "I can crawl," I replied moving closer to the bed. "Come on up here and kneel over top of me," she said. Following her instructions I crawled to the bed and climbed up on it moving over her. In just a few moments I kneeled over her, straddling her. She opened her legs and lifted her knees moving so my cock was right above her pussy. "Now I want you to stroke yourself, make yourself come on me," she instructed. Wanting to do so much more than just masturbate for her, I reached my hand to my cock and began stroking it. I tried to be enthusiastic but what I really wanted was to plunge my cock deep into her pussy, but she was in control. Soon I could feel my the pleasure in my cock building, my balls no longer ached and I knew it wouldn't be long until I came. I arched my back, ready to watch my cock spurt my cum on her when she quickly said, "Now, I want you to fuck me now. Put it in Dan, fuck me now." Removing my hand from myself I leaned my cock toward her and then felt her fingers take me and guide me inside. She was so wet from coming that my cock slid into the hilt. I pulled back once and thrust again as I came, spurting my cum into her wet pussy. I could feel myself twitching and throbbing inside her as again and again I filled her with my warm cum. I closed my eyes, keeping my back arched, my hips thrust forward holding my cock as deep into her as I could. Amazed at the intensity of sensation at the precise moment my cock entered her I just didn't want it to end. Even though the pleasure subsided some I had to stay inside her. It was a few minutes before my cock softened and slipped out of her splashing limply against her thigh. Rolling over beside her I looked at the chair trying to figure out how far I had moved it. I asked, "How far?" Not really knowing where the chair was when we started. "The chair was under the lamp there, so it looks like it moved about three or four feet," she said, reaching her hand down and cupping my balls. "I bet you didn't know you could move furniture with them." "No, I never imagined." "You know, with a few more lovers like you and I could start a moving company. Just imagine moving a piano up two flights of stairs," she said, squeezing my balls a bit. "I guess I'd really have to do something special to reward someone for that." She reached out, took my hand and guided it between her legs.